“I agree,” I say, and she just looks out the window, not saying another word. We pull up to my house, and she tries to unbuckle her seat belt, but nothing is working, so I lean over and unclip it. “Wait for me,” I say, getting out of the truck and walking around to open her door. She grabs my hands, and we walk up the steps. The sounds of crickets all around. I unlock the door, opening it for her. She steps into the entry, giving me just enough room to walk in. I close the door behind me, and I turn to her. She stands there in the almost dark entryway. “Are you okay?” I ask with my back to the door.
She steps forward, closing the distance between us until our chests are almost touching. My hands go to her hips automatically. “We really should have bet,” she says in almost a whisper.
“What would you have bet?” I ask, my heart speeding up, my fingers gripping her hips just a touch tighter.
“I would have bet you.” Her hands now come up and she plays with the collar to my linen shirt, she comes in just a touch more. “A kiss,” she says it so soft and low I’m not sure I heard her. She leans her body into me, her chest now crushing mine. “One kiss,” she says. “If you would have won, you would have gotten one kiss.” She looks down now at my neck. “But I would be the one winning.”
“Savannah.” I say her name almost in a whisper, and I’m not even sure I should do this. But her here with me is more than I can fight. I’ve been dreaming about this for my whole life. “Savannah.” I say her name again, maybe warning her that I’m about to snap.
“Beau.” She whispers my name, and her face gets so close to mine that all I see is her. Then she licks her lips, and it’s the last straw. I finally take what I’ve dreamed about.
My hands come up from her hips to her cheeks. “Baby,” I say softly, my lips almost touching hers. I kiss her lightly, and she leans in. Her hands leave the collar of my shirt to roam to my hair.
“Kiss me,” she says, and here in the dark, I kiss her. My heart speeds up, and my palms get clammy, but my lips touch hers, and it’s all over. My tongue slides with hers, tasting the sweetness of the tea. The kiss isn’t soft; it’s a kiss of passion. Her hands go through my hair and wrap around my neck, pulling me close to her as she falls into me, our mouths fighting with each other.
“Beau.” She says my name breathlessly, coming back and kissing me again. Turning her head to the side, she slides her tongue with mine again and moans. This is the kiss that I’ve been waiting for, and it’s worth it. It’s everything. My hands go from her cheeks to her hair, and I pull back just a touch to see her. Her eyes open almost as if she’s in a daze.
“Your kisses …” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Your kisses make everything better.” She brings her lips back to mine again, but this time, it’s not soft. This time, she moans into my mouth and arches her back. Her hands now slip from my hair to my shoulders, and she runs them down my back and puts them on my hips. She turns her head to the other side, deepening the kiss as her hands slip under my shirt and slowly make their way up. She lets go of my lips.
“Can we take off your shirt?” she asks. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, touching you the way I want to.” I’m standing here almost stunned at her drunken confession. She turns now and slips her hands out. “Actually, this would be better in bed.” Her hand finds mine, and she pulls me to the stairs.
She stands on the first step and turns around. “I miss your lips.” She smiles and dips her head so I can kiss her. She nips my bottom lips, and my cock is ready. I put one arm around her waist and pick her up, wrapping her legs around my hips as I carry her upstairs. Her tongue licks mine, and the kiss is out of this world. It is so needy. When I stop beside the bed, she slips off me, and she is face-to-face with my chest. She leans in and kisses me right in the middle of my chest, then she pushes my shirt up.
“Want to know a secret?” she whispers, and I see that her eyes are glimmering in the dimly lit room. “I would watch you in the lake and wonder what you would taste like.” She kisses her way around my abs. “I would wonder how you would fit in me.” She cups my covered cock, and I have to move her hand away before I come in my pants. I rip the shirt off me and toss it on the end of the bed.
“You know what I wondered?” I tell her, pushing her hair away from her face. “I wondered how you would taste.” I lean down and nip her bottom lip now. “If you sat on my face, what you would taste like.” Her mouth hangs open, giving me the right moment to slip my tongue in. My hands leave her face and move down to her shoulders, and then I cup her tits. Her head falls back as she moans out. “I wondered if you would fit in my hand like you do now.” Her eyes close as I pinch her nipples.
She lies down in front of me with her feet hanging off the bed. “Come lie down with me.” She holds out her hands for me, and I lie down next to her.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” she mumbles, pulling me to her for a kiss. My tongue slides with hers, and my hand slips under her shirt. Her hands go to my cock, and she is more brazen this time, slipping the button open.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers when I move my kiss from her lips to her neck.
“There is no way I could stop this even if I wanted to,” I tell her as she pulls my zipper down. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as her fingers slip under the waistband of my boxers. I look at her as she slips her hand around my cock. Closing my eyes, I hang my head for just a second as she grips me in her hand.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and then my hand goes down to her jeans. I don’t even have to unbutton them; I can slip my hand right into her jeans. I don’t stop at her thong; I just slip under it, and I’m met with her landing strip and then her slick slit.
“Oh, God.” She arches her back, and her hand stops moving as she opens her legs wider. I slip a finger inside her. “Fuck,” she says, and her hand moves over my cock. I finger fuck her with two fingers now as she jerks me off. The restraint of her jeans makes it hard to slip another finger in.
“Don’t stop,” she tells me, and I capture her mouth in mine. Our kiss is frantic as we both move our hands in unison. I feel her pussy squeezing the shit out of my fingers. She lets go of my lips to call out my name, and I bury my face in her neck as I follow her off the edge. We both lie here, our chests rising and falling.
“If I don’t remember this in the morning, I really hope that my dreams remember it.” Her hand slips out of my pants now, and she lies there. I slowly slip out of her, and then I look over to see that she is sleeping. I shake my head and move out of her grasp.
“I really hope that you remember this in the morning, too,” I say to her sleeping body. I turn and walk to my room, falling on the covers. My hand goes to my chest as I press down on my heart that is beating so fast. I waited to be with her for so long, but I never thought it would be like that. I never thought that it would be a kiss that would make me not only want to kiss her tomorrow but to kiss her forever. I fall asleep to the memory of us together with her name on my lips.
When I get up the next morning, I smell bacon, and I know that she is already up. I walk down to the kitchen. “Morning,” I say, seeing if she turns and looks at me differently. She turns with a huge smile on her face.