11
The Surprise
Zander’s eyes fluttered openin the dimly lit room. He’d been dreaming that his sexy stepsister was sucking him and he was reveling in the pleasure. When the sensation continued and Savannah’s guttural groans hijacked his attention, he realized his cock was in her mouth.
“Holy hell.”
Her full lips were locked around his shaft and he gritted his teeth and moaned as she sunk down farther.
She cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them. Pure euphoria emanated from every crevice of his body and he rose on his elbows to watch how she teased with her tongue before taking him into her mouth again.
When she slid her hand beneath his ass and caressed his anus, he flinched. “Oh, wow.”
She pulled off him. “You like?”
“I don’t know…yet.”
Her smarmy grin made him smile. “I’m not going inside, but if it’s not your thing, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“I must be dreaming.”
With her fiery gaze cemented on his, she swirled her tongue around the rim of his cock and eased him back inside. She lashed her tongue over the head and rubbed the tender spot under it. His dick grew rock hard and he dropped his head on the pillow, closed his eyes, and appreciated her incredible and generous talents.
This time when she stroked the outside of his anus, he relaxed into the exciting new sensations. “That feels good.”
Her deep throating ratcheted up the ecstasy overtaking him. On a groan, he reached down and sunk his hands into her wavy hair. She continued working the head of his cock while she gently rubbed his tender back end.
The orgasm started deep inside, teasing and pleasing until it burst out of him with such force, he jerked violently on the bed. She sank onto him and groaned while he released himself into her.
A moment passed before he could think. And another before he could speak. “Savannah,” he murmured.
She crawled up like a tigress and kissed him with such passion, he wondered how in the hell he was ever going to let her go.
“You’re amazing.”
She lay down beside him. “I can’t control myself around you.”
He knew exactly how she felt.
Despite not being a cuddler, he scooted down, laid his head on her stomach, and stroked her thigh. Her gentle fingers played in his mussed hair and she caressed his back. Moments passed with nothing but tender touching. They’d created a special space where words weren’t necessary.
He snuggled up beside her and she spooned into him. He kissed her soft shoulder and caressed her breasts, her stomach. He loved exploring her body, feeling her silky skin beneath his fingertips.
He stroked her clit, slipped his fingers inside her folds, and she repositioned to give him easier access.
“Mmm, that feels nice. I like how you start slowly and build.”
“You’re so sexy, so wet.”
He rubbed and teased, taking his time to listen to her breathing, feeling her body tense against him. He kissed her back, nibbled her shoulder. He inhaled her beautiful scent. A mixture of sex, Savannah, and a lingering hint of the outdoors.
He took her to the edge, slowed back down, then revved her up again. Her soft whimpers grew to hoarse cries.
Craning her neck, she murmured, “Kiss me.”
When he did, she let go, shaking and shuddering in his arms.
In the aftermath, she rolled towards him and snuggled against his chest. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. As they lay together, contentment settled over him. He’d no idea how to process this foreign feeling, let alone communicate it. His happiness went beyond the physical high of sex and fell outside the realm of lust, too.