Breathe Again by Rachel Brookes

taste her. I needed her to feel me. The moment my mouth connected with her, Sav went rigid against me. I wrapped my arms around her hips, stopping her from collapsing to the ground. She was standing before me, naked and submitting entirely to me.
    My tongue traced every inch of her heat, my senses tumbling into overload. Her taste, her smell, and her noises were taking over every part of me. I knew she was close. The tightness of her grip on my hair was a clear indication. I moved in closer, my tongue sweeping over every inch of her now soaking pussy. When I felt her gasp loudly, I nibbled on her clit and she shuddered around me with the sound of her moaning my name over and over again falling from her lips.
    The warmth and intensity of her orgasm flooded around me and I refused to move until I had enjoyed every last drop. Savannah Rae, could she be any more perfect for me? My breathing increased rapidly as I pulled away from her. I was losing control of this whole situation and I knew I had to pull it in. This wasn’t about me; it was purely about her. Grabbing hold of my wildly growing need to be inside her, I continued sliding her panties up over her thighs and gave her a suggestive tap on the ass, loving the sound of her raspy giggle. I turned on my knees, grabbed the suspenders that were bunched with the bra beside me, and repeated the tortuously slow process.
    With every sweep of my fingertips on her reactive skin, she gasped. I dragged my fingers up her legs, skimming over her knees and tracing her thighs, and followed with my lips. This time, I dragged my tongue, sweeping over her skin, tasting the deliciousness of the body wash she had used earlier that night. I leaned in and placed my lips on her panties, the wetness soaking through the lace, and instantly my eyes closed as I was overcome by the scent of my perfect Aussie.
    Her hands found my hair again, and she gripped it for dear life. The pain of her grip and the smell of her arousal almost made me forget what I was doing. I pulled my face away, breathing in deeply as I did and shot a look of pure lust at her. The thought of being buried deep inside of her caused my now hard cock to ache.
    “Savannah, I never knew perfection until I met you.”
    I fumbled around the floor, patting the space for the bra I had left there, not wanting to break the trance her eyes had on me. My fingers brushed across the satin and I grabbed hold. I rose to my feet in front of her, her eyes moving with mine. I ran my hands up the side of her body, a shiver ran down her sides, and her eyes closed under my touch, breaking our contact.
    Lifting her arms one at a time, I slipped her arms in the straps of her bra. Moving around her, I didn’t remove my fingers from her skin. My eyes were locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror. I stood behind her, staring at her, drinking in her body. I hooked her bra and my eyes ran the length of her body.
    “Stay there,” I whispered before grazing her shoulder blade with a soft kiss. She nodded in response.
    I ran out of the bedroom in desperate search of my phone. The ache in my shorts was almost to the point of pain, and I needed release fast.
    “Fuck!” I hissed to myself.
    I grabbed my phone from the couch and rushed back to the bedroom to find Sav standing exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes rose from the carpeted floor and a shy smile formed on her lips. I could see the faint tint of embarrassment cover her cheeks.
    “You are blushing again.” I winked at her and lifted my phone up.
    “What are you doing?” she gasped in horror as the sound of a photo being taken echoed through the room. Her hands shot up as she attempted to cover her almost naked body.
    “Do you trust me?”
    She nodded slowly. Her hands and arms remained firmly over her body and her head dropped, her hair falling over her face.
    “Trust me, Savannah.”
    Slowly she lifted her head and her eyes met mine. Hesitation greeted me. I took a step towards