Saving Savannah (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Saving Savannah

  Savannah was genuinely surprised when the door opened before she’d reached the first step, as if he’d been watching for her. Waiting for her.

  That tripped her pulse, sent her heart slamming into her ribs.

  * * * *

  Trevor finally had to admit to himself that he’d been waiting for Savannah Beaumont for longer than a few days. Perhaps, he’d been waiting for her all his life. That thought left him trembling in his boots.

  He’d felt her, sensed her drawing closer and closer with every mile of road she’d covered to reach him. They were like two magnets being pulled together by an invisible force. He’d experienced the same strange, unsettling sensation the night they’d met, and since then the attraction had only intensified. As soon as he’d seen the headlights, he’d gone to meet her. She was here, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again.

  “You’re soaked,” he stated the obvious, pulling her in out of the mix of wet and cold.

  She shivered even while shaking her head in denial. He took the computer case and her purse, setting them aside in the entryway. “Only a little,” she said, laughing softly.

  Tiny droplets clung to the waves of her hair, the tips of her lashes, the soft blue weave of her sweater. Sparkling like diamonds, enticing facets. “I’m making a mess of your floor.”

  “It’s nothing.” He grabbed the hem of her damp sweater, pulled it up and off, peeling her like an orange before she could blink. The heady scent of lilacs and rain showered around them as he swept her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging as he carried her to the bed.

  “We’ll eat later. Right now I’m starved for you.”

  “Oh, thank God.”

  Then his mouth was on hers, and they were both tumbling to the bed, both seeking flesh. Her cami and bra were tossed in echoing whispers of cotton and silk. His shirt was shucked with lightning speed as she all but ripped it off his torso. Then her hands, not so steady, fumbled with the fly of his jeans, while their tongues mated wildly.

  “Help me, Trevor! Dear God, get them off!” She seemed as frantic to touch, to taste as he was.

  She’d sounded doubtful, uncertain, when he’d snagged her damp sweater. That was a shock. How could she ever doubt his desire for her, especially after the way they’d connected? The intensity? Surely he wasn’t alone in feeling as if they might really have the makings of something good and real and strong.

  “I was so afraid,” she rushed on. “After the other night.”

  Having pitched his jeans to a corner, he tugged at hers, dragging off the sliver of lace and satin that passed for panties as he went. “The other night was amazing, Savannah. At least, for me.” Stroking her cheek, he swallowed down the painful lump of apprehension that had risen in his throat. She had the capacity to make him feel like a bumbling idiot whenever she was within reach. “I’d hoped, well, I thought—”

  “—And I thought maybe you’d had time to see that we’d sort of jumped into this, into sex, before looking at the bigger picture.” She feathered her hands into his hair. “We really know so little about each other.”

  Shaking his head, he nibbled the corner of her lips. “I know you, Savannah. Somehow, in a way that seems impossible, I’ve known you for ages. Maybe it was a hasty move, but it felt right. This,” he murmured, sliding a hand between their bodies to cup her damp center. “You. Nothing has ever felt so right.”

  “Remind me,” she pleaded, pulling his mouth back to hers.

  He eased back only long enough to shuck his briefs. Even the brief break of contact was too long for his sanity.

  * * * *

  Savannah unwittingly licked her lips as the rigid, ever-shocking girth of his cock sprang free. Taking the length of him in her hand, she stroked, tantalized. He was so hot, so hard, all for her. As he moaned and shuddered from her touch, she couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at her lips.

  Nothing had ever felt more erotic than glimpsing the power she held over such a powerful man.

  “Ah, Savannah, baby. You get me so fucking hard.” Her laugh, light and seductive, trilled out.

  “Lie back.” When he did, she kept her eyes on his face as she continued to stroke the length of him, pumping the velvety hot steel rod of his cock. He groaned when she ran her thumb around the petal -soft tip, the underside of the mushroom-shaped head.

  A few drops of his cream worked their way up the shaft, glistening an invitation Savannah wasn’t about to ignore. Her RSVP was to wiggle up so that she was on her knees.

  Licking off the salty drops, she swirled her tongue over and around the engorged head then glided her tongue from base to tip. She traced the length of him as he shuddered and fisted his hands in her hair. “Jesus, Savannah.”

  “Mmm,” she mewed. Gently gripping the base of his cock, she licked his balls, nipping, teasing, tantalizing. “You want me to suck it, don’t you, Trevor?”

  “Fuck.” His hips bucked as his cock jerked in her hand. “You know I do.” She kept her gaze locked on his as she circled the tip of him with her lips. Then his lids drifted shut, and his head tilted back when she took him further into her mouth, as deep as possible, as if the onslaught of sensation was almost too much for him to bear.

  “God, Savannah, baby, that’s incredible.”

  His fingers caressed her scalp, gently urging her up. He rose to meet her, taking her mouth on a swift, hot journey of nipping teeth and mating tongues. As wonderful as the kiss was, she was hungry for his cock and all the sexy, primitive noises he made in response to her ministration. With Trevor, she was astoundingly insatiable. She broke the kiss and swiftly worked her way back down his torso until she once again had him right where she wanted him.

  “Suck that cock, baby. Yeah. Damn, but that’s a fine little mouth.”

  Her ass was within his reach. He gave it a light, swift smack then grabbed a globe, kneading, molding. Her startled, sharp response was a shock to her own ears, but it was nothing compared to the erotic little thrill that shivered along her spine and centered in her hips.

  His fingers shot between her legs, spearing up into her while she diligently sucked his cock. “Baby, your pussy’s dripping wet. Hot as lava.” He chuckled. “You liked that smack on the ass, didn’t you, Georgia?”

  She should have been mortified, but with Trevor she felt only freedom, safety, trust, and a want to explore, to delve into forbidden, erotic delights she would never have considered with anyone else.

  With a smack of her own, she let him go. “Yes. Damn it. I did.”

  She felt empty, bereft when his fingers pulled out of her, but then he smacked her ass again, only slightly harder, sending more of those naughty tingles all over her body. Groaning, she wiggled seductively, rubbing her ass into his hand while the heat spread.

  “Oh, God. Trevor.” He dipped a finger into her pussy and then used her slick juices to rub the puckered hole between her stinging ass cheeks. “I’ve never.” She swallowed hard. “Not there.”

  She had to close her eyes at the absurdly delicious idea of what it would be like to have Trevor’s luscious cock working its way into her tight, forbidden channel.

  “There’d be some pain, at first,” Trevor predicted. “But if we stretch you, take it slow and easy, with plenty of lube, I’ve heard that the orgasm is unbelievably more intense. We’ll work up to it,” he offered. “Just a finger at first.”

  She nodded, trusting him. He slicked his finger again and began to press into her, just a finger at first, as promised. There was a foreign, burning sensation, causing her to buck, but he murmured soothing words to gentle her.

  “If it’s too much, just tell me, Savannah. I don’t want to hurt you. Pleasure,” he said, spearing a finger back into her pussy to coat the digit in her juices once more “Only pleasure.” With infinite care, he eased his finger past the tight ring of muscles.

  It felt different than she’d imagined. Not unpleasant, Savannah decided, once he’d gotten her channel wetter
, once he circled his finger to work and stretch the muscles. Once the burning sensation subsided to a heightened awareness, it felt even better. Still, she wasn’t entirely sure she could take his cock up the ass. He was just too damn big. Not that she was complaining, of course, because the man was built like a miracle.

  “Does it hurt? Tell me, Savannah.”

  “Not so much, now that it’s wet and loosening up.”

  He nodded. “The more relaxed you are, the better.” He slid his finger in further, as far as he could go. “So tight. I won’t push you, baby. The choice has to be yours, but you have to know, just the thought of having my cock in this tight, gorgeous little ass.” Withdrawing his finger, he grabbed a cheek, kneading the soft, firm flesh. “It makes me damn near explode.”

  Laughing, she shook her head. “How about we settle for another explosion right now?”

  She slithered up and over him, straddling his hips as she took his wrists, cuffing her hands around them and pressing them over his head. Being in control was a heady experience. She rubbed her slit in teasing, slow strokes, over his hard length, spreading her cream. With their bodies pressed together, smooth curves to taut lines, her pebbled, aching nipples brushed over his bronze skin.

  Trevor shifted, lifting up to press the tip of his cock to her center and no further. “Fuck me, Savannah. Let me watch you ride me.”

  Arcing her body over his, she fluidly rocked back, back, until he was buried deep, to the hilt. On a very satisfied sigh, she began to move. She gyrated her hips in tantalizing little circles while he groaned his approval.

  Her body was primed for seduction, her movements designed to torture. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she rocked over him, making them feel full, making the nipples throb. As if sensing her needs, he sucked at one and then the other, treating each as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She nearly came, just from the perfection of his greedy mouth. She was so very close.

  With all the graceful finesse of a championship equestrian, she fisted her hands in her hair, threw her head back and rode the prized, wildly gorgeous stallion to her end.

  And the world simply ceased to exist.

  There was only Trevor.

  There was only the feel of him, locked inside her, spearing up into a place far deeper than any other man had ever reached, touching more than the physical realm and stretching higher into her emotions. The way the world shattered when she climaxed, the well of her heart felt flooded with sensations that were only to be had in his arms.

  Had she known the Lakota words that might translate her feelings, she would have shouted them, but the English stuck in her throat, caught within the scream brought forth by orgasm.

  He reached up to grasp her about the waist, holding her while she rocked against him. Firmly kneading her ass cheeks, moving up to caress her breasts, he held her until she sighed a heavy breath of overwhelmingly sated pleasure.

  Wonderfully weary, her forehead dropped listlessly to his shoulder. “Dear God, Trevor.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, baby. I can feel every quiver of your muscles. The way that tight little pussy flexes and throbs.” He sifted his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth to his for a lengthy, thorough exploration. “Get on your knees for me, Georgia.”

  She knew he’d yet to finish, to find his release. His cock was still hard as steel and firmly encased in her sheath. When he shifted beneath her and withdrew, she drew up to her knees, leaning over so that her breasts felt thick, heavy, erotic in the way the hardened nipples, slightly sore from his attentiveness, brushed the cotton of the sheet. Gripping her hips for purchase, his entered her from behind, fitting them together in a way that seemed impossibly deeper.

  Amazingly magnificent.

  He caught the strands of her hair, wrapped them around a wrist and lightly tugged so that her head was at the perfect angle, so that they could see one another’s expressions as he changed the rhythm of his possession. Harder. Faster. “God, Savannah, this pussy’s so hot, so wet, so perfect.”

  He withdrew so quickly it startled her, and her pussy clenched in response to the agonizing emptiness. Then his thumb pushed into her, swirling around before he pulled it out and rubbed at the bud between her ass cheeks. Again and again, he slammed his cock in and then pulled out to dip his thumb into her juices, slicking her tight entrance.

  Glorious torture.

  “I’m just gonna put my thumb in while I fuck that pussy,” he said.

  A pleasured, muffled groan echoed from where her face was buried in a pillow. It felt so incredible, so erotic to have the fullness of his finger in her ass while his thick, hard cock was pounding her pussy. Much, much better than she’d imagined possible.

  “Does it hurt, baby?”

  Turning her head, she breathed a heavy sigh. “No. Oh, God! Oh that’s...it’s, it feels unbelievably amazing.”

  He chuckled deeply. “You want more?”

  She did. Dear Lord, she did. “Yes.”

  He replaced his thumb with two fingers and gently continued to stretch her. “Gorgeous, Savannah. That ass is just too gorgeous for words.”

  A light laugh escaped her. “You want that cock in it bad, don’t you, Bird?”

  Growling, he shoved her hair aside and nipped at the nape of her neck. Harder, deeper, his cock slammed into her pussy. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Reaching behind her, she spread her ass cheeks wider, loving the way it gave his fingers better access. “Take it, baby. Take what you want.”

  For an instant, he went completely still.

  “Jesus, Savannah, are you sure?”

  “Trevor!”

  Clearly surprised by her harsh tone, he snapped, “What?”

  “I’m not some porcelain doll. I won’t break.”

  He reached around to cup her breast, rolling the nipple in a way that had her mewing in delight. “Not porcelain, baby, but you are a doll. Perfect,” he murmured. “Just perfect.”

  Pressing the moist tip of his cock to her readied hole, he began to ease in. There was pressure, odd but not unpleasant. He had her relaxed, stretched, had gained her trust, and she tried to wiggle back, contracting her muscles and trying to take him in further. She wanted more, all of him.

  “Oh my God! Trevor.” Her hands fisted on the sheets as she breathed the words more than spoke them. “Oh, oh! More, deeper, yes that’s it. All of it!”

  Words failed her to describe the pleasure of having every thick, juicy inch of his cock stretching her, filling her ass, of having his balls slap against her mound, teasing her clit. She felt his hot lips skim her shoulder as he leaned over her.

  “Savannah,” he whispered. “Baby, you feel amazing.”

  “You,” she stressed, “feel amazing. Oh!” His hand journeyed over the flat plane of her torso, and lower, to cup her pussy. With a finger, he teased and stroked her clit. Suddenly, three of his fingers filled her pussy and then he was fucking her with his fingers while fucking her ass with his cock.

  “God, that’s...it’s so intense.” On fire, she was burning up from the inside out. “I’m so close to coming, Trevor.”

  “Me, too, baby.” He kept rubbing her swollen clit as she squirmed and groaned in delight. Nipping at the lobe of her ear, he whispered, “You want me to come in this ass? Or do you want it back in your pussy?”

  “My ass, Trevor. I want you to come in my ass.”

  “Fucking amazing,” he said, shaking his head.

  * * * *

  He’d never dared dream she’d be so responsive, so eager. Just as he’d never responded to a woman the way he responded to Savannah, she seemed to ignite whenever, wherever he touched her. Taking her virgin ass nearly had Trevor shooting his load before he could get his cock past her pretty little puckered hole. She gripped him like a vise, clenching her inner muscles and begging for more, everything.

  Damn, he wanted this to go on and on and on.

  “Trevor! Oh, God. Harder. Fuck me harder! Faster!”

  He obliged he
r, gripping her hips as he hammered his cock into her until he couldn’t hold back any longer. A deep, feral growl erupted from Trevor as the orgasm gripped him hard and fast. It was by far the most intense climax he’d ever experienced. She came with him, her pussy clenching at his fingers while the inner walls of her ass channel pulsed, milking his cock. He pumped his thick, hot cream deep inside her.

  Savannah’s whimpering sighs came in short staccato bursts, and her knuckles went white where she gripped the sheets. “Oh God. Oh God.” Her body quivered then bucked as he withdrew.

  “Oh, Jesus, Savannah. That was incredible.” He held her to him, caressing her back, her hips, with slow, loving strokes, murmuring soft words. She shivered.

  “Cold, baby?” Settling back on the pillows, Trevor pulled her to him and snagged the only thing he could reach to cover them, a severely rumpled sheet. No doubt his comforter was bunched on the floor near the foot of the bed. “Come here, and let me hold you.”

  When her head was resting on his chest, her lithe, lush body snuggled in next to his, he murmured, “There, now.” He stroked a hand over her silky hair, feeling a wave of fierce protectiveness wash over him. He wanted to care for her, pamper her. “We’ll get you warm, then we’ll get a shower.”

  She made a production of sniffing the air, as if she’d only just now taken the time to focus on the savory aromas infusing the air. He laughed when her stomach growled loudly on cue. “Whatever you made, it smells wonderful.”

  “One of my maternal grandmother’s, my kunsi’s,” he spoke the old tongue, “sacred Lakota recipes.”

  “Kunsi,” she repeated. The sound was very different than his, making her wince even as she laughed. “My Southern accent butchers it! But when you say it, it’s so powerful. It resonates so deeply, as if it comes from so far down in your soul.”

  “We speak with the confidence of those who walked the earth before us, or so says my grandmother,” he commented proudly. Tipping her chin up, he kissed her tenderly. “Just for the record, I don’t think you butchered it. Your accent gets me as worked up as the rest of you. When you strolled into McGruder’s, looking like sin and sounding like honey, ordering the shar-done-nay,” he teased, affecting her drawl, “I wanted to toss you on the bar and take a bite.”