We’re Free Tonight 🔥

Savannah

I thought free-falling from a cliff, jumping from some high place, a suspended moment in nothing but air was what it would be like if I could sprout wings and fly away.

Those few seconds must be what it would be like, right?

I was wrong.

Falling isn’t at all what flying would be like.

Riding on the back of Damon’s motorcycle in nothing but my wet bra and panties with him as my anchor, I flew away.

For the first time in my seventeen years of life, I legitimately did it.

Like a bird with brand new wings, I flap my feathers and fly right above the road with Damon Henley as my tour guide.

I have flown off the handle more times than I’ll ever remember.

I’ve flown the coop a few too many times.

I’ve been high as a kite a couple of times.

None of that is even an inch close to this.

The water on my body is blasted by the wind, breathing its icy breath down to dry us off. The pull of my grasp on Damon’s chest like I could be absorbed into him.

His unruly, messy black hair puffing up in airy curls that bonk the side of his right ear like the wind is nestling its cold and clammy hand through to toss and shag it up.

Damon looks like a real life prince on the open road, riding his steel horse. My Angel rides, flies, drives like it’s an extension of himself.

The dirty back roads he takes are dressed in the finest midnight cover the sky has to offer.

The stars out here in the middle of ~you got a purty mouth and bum-fuck Egypt~ look even brighter.

Their white color glows, sending down their encouragement in the form of open clear skies so they can see the two of us clearly.

The vibrations kept a hum in my body that reached deep into my head. I felt like my skull was set to vibrate and I was getting a constant call.

The air around us seemed to pull away, our flight coming to an end on some back road in the middle of nowhere.

Only thing around us for as far as I could see is the dark, the outline of trees and Damon’s sexy and toned back.

When Damon tapped my hands I realized the bike was off and I could untie myself.

Damon popped up from his black seat, and the hand he offered me had a smile coming from under my helmet.

He didn’t say anything when he unclipped the strap from my chin, yanking it off and even helping smush my wild hair down.

“That was awesome!” I cheer with my fist pumping in the air.

The grass under my bare feet stuck in between my toes and pads them with a soft casing.

Damon’s gorgeous smile reaches his mirroring eyes.

“It was like we were flying! Like hovering right above the road. We were free!”

My lips part with excitement—this heavenly moment electrifies the atmosphere like the fireflies starting up a dance all around us.

“We’re free.” I can feel heat spark into my veins.

With the helmet still in his hands, I finally give in to what I have been wanting to do for far too long: I jump his bones.

Lassoing my arms around his neck, my legs spread on either side of his hips, I claim his mouth.

The heat from my body grows like a wildfire throughout my entirety. Damon’s kiss pushes back, claiming me with equal passion. The helmet forgotten about and lost between us.

My fingers brush into the hair at the nape of his neck and twirl the thick curls.

One arm bound at my waist, his hand kneading my ass cheek. His other takes the space between my shoulders, halving them with his wide forearm.

His tongue meets mine, linking up and tasting one another’s mouths. The fire coursing through me seems to settle between my hips.

My vagina crying out for Damon’s cock to come home.

My body tracking the growing desire that turns my thoughts to sludge, I grind down on his hardened steel rod.

Feeling the tip of his cock nudge the thin materials that keep us apart, I moan into his mouth.

The tug at the roots of his dark hair makes him return it back to me.

Our lips coming undone, our breath mingles with the steam rolling off our bodies.

Our hearts burning for each other, desperately ready to connect without being interrupted.

My pussy rains liquid heat with every rock I create for the friction I desperately need.

Damon’s mouth on my neck, I crane back, giving him all the access he could ever want.

The soft, tender kissing he showers me in makes my swollen and ready clit throb.

I whimper, feeling Damon’s teeth nibble on the bottom of my collarbone.

“A-Angel please.” My voice light, barely above a whisper.

The arm that kept my shoulder blades separated works on the padded clasp of my bra.

The band around me falls loose, the snatch of the pesky shells from Damon has my budded nipples flush to his chest.

His body heat soaks into my skin like a fever to take me over.

I can feel him growing harder from us wrapped in each other’s arms and bare-chested.

“What have you done to me, Savannah?”

His words find me in my haze, the drop in his voice like a manly gravel makes this all the better.

“Everything you’ve done to me.” Purring with my seductive banter, I watch Damon’s resolve shatter.

With the hold around my waistline, he pops me higher, making my tit fall perfectly into his mouth. The suck of his lips forming around my areola and the flick of his tongue makes me hiss in pleasure.

“I want you, so badly, please Angel.”

I love the feeling of him sucking on my tits, but damn it!

I want him inside my pussy with a quickness.

I need him stretching me.

~I. Needs. It.~

Damon’s suction breaks with a wet pop.

Peppering me in sloppy kisses back up from my chest to my lips, he walks us farther into the grass.

With me still on him, he takes a knee, lowering us down on the mattress of dark green grass. Covering my body with his, my panties incinerate.

Gone.

Out of the way.

Never leaving from my kiss, his finger slices my soaked folds. He groans in agreement with what I already know.

I want him.

So.

Mother.

Fucking.

Bad.

I think I might explode from sexual frustration if he isn’t balls deep inside me in the next twenty seconds.

“You’re dripping again, baby. All of this is for me?” he asked like the sweet idiot he is.

~Of course it is!~

“Yes, my Angel. Only for you.”

He pushes his middle and index finger in me, a slow pump that turns to a dirty finger fucking stunt to make my levitate from the ground like I’m being possessed by his own primal desire.

“Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want.”

My eyes slam shut, my hip lifting from the ground to meet his thick fingers pumping into my pussy.

I do.

I give him exactly what he wants.

I see fireworks light up from behind my eyelids. White spots dance in from the shadows and with Damon’s thumb circling my swollen clit, I cum so fast and so hard I can’t breathe.

My lungs refuse to expand to take on any more oxygen.

“Does Reid touch you like this? Does he make you cum like I do, Van? Tell me.”

Damon nips at my inner thigh, letting me ride out my orgasm whilst he taunts me.

I shake my head ~no~, my hair tousled around me in a knotted mess.

~Hell no!~

No Reid Daniels does NOT touch me like this.

Nobody has ever finger banged me into asphyxiation before.

“No.” My voice shakes with the gulp of air I suck in to feed my starving lungs.

“No one has ever made me feel like you do. Touch me like you, make me cum like you.”

I ignore the “No-bo-dy looks like Gaston, shoots like Gaston” vibe I gave off there.

I feel Damon move up my body, the round tip of his ready cock swipes down my slit. Gathering up my juices to slide in with ease.

Damon’s hot mouth on my tits, he positions himself at my entrance.

Licking across my right nipple, he trails wet kisses up from my chest to my shoulder, then my throat until he gets to my lips.

His elbows stationed beside my ears, we look into each other’s eyes.

That intensity he supercharges the air with zaps right alongside us.

His nimble fingers pour into my hair at either side of my face.

I can feel his nails crisscrossing over my scalp.

My hands holding on to his tattooed biceps, legs spread, knees dropped away to touch the grass.

~This is it.~

His eyes, the silence, the way I hear him without saying anything out loud.

I feel something I never have before.

From any guy to give me an orgasm, to fight with, to flirt, to be around at all.

Damon, unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

I feel…loved.

By him.

In this freeze-framed moment alone under the company of a handful of stars.

I feel cherished and loved.

Cared for.

I can’t deny it.

~He feels it too.~

His thumbs grace the soft skin that separates my hairline from my cheek in a gentle caress.

He lowers his pelvis, hips meeting hips.

His cock sinks into me, a few inches at a time like he is savoring this moment with me.

This time it’s not rushed like in the backyard on our date.

This is…sweet.

My soft moans match Damon’s, my breath trembles and breaks from the sheer pleasure he brings by bottoming out in my virgin channel.

I’ve never felt my cervix before, but I’m sure that’s where he is at.

The muscles in his face contort to what looks like pain.

The burn is a lot like the first time he stretched me to take his thick velvet appendage.

“So fucking tight, baby. God damn it, you feel so good.” His lips descend to mine.

I feel him pull out just a little, more like a grind of his hips that nudges my bundle of ready nerves again and again.

I would call this move “stirring the pot,” making Damon’s dick the ladle.

Light sensual moans fall off from my tongue.

I feel him pull more of his length out every time he draws back, thrusting with this subtle urgency.

Not a rushed fuck like we talked about.

Not what I’ve seen in porn or even the dirty talk we gave each other at the bar.

We are making love.

I’m not even grossed out by the thought anymore.

This pull in my gut tightens and knots like all the orgasms I’ve had before…but different.

~This is more.~

The clack of our bodies joining together, and our wet sexes locking up overpowers the sound of nature.

No more chirps of crickets.

No calls from the night birds singing out.

No random toad to croak in the audience.

Just us and the music we make from one another.

Damon’s kiss is random and greedy.

Anywhere he can get to he tastes, making noises of his approval, making me gush my juices down his cock.

I’m sure I have it dripping from his balls at this point, but I can’t help it.

I’ve never felt ~this good~.

His chest smushed against mine, stopping my larger tits from hitting a wave and jiggling around too much.

Without realizing it, with every groan, growl, moan or curse word Damon admits I send my own right behind him.

The round heels of my bare feet dig in at his ass to keep him inside me.

I feel sweat sprouting from pores I didn’t know I had. My entire body slick with a sex-crazed musk.

“Angel, I’m so close. I-I’m going to cum.”

I feel helpless to my oncoming orgasm.

I can’t do anything to rush it, or to stop it, even if that’s what I wanted.

Even with Damon being this passionate loving-making, savoring-the-moment type he is, I know it’s him that’s in control.

It’s not a vulnerable type but a…

All or nothing.

Damon wants all of me, just like I want all of him. That’s why it didn’t work being friends, we can’t have pieces of each other.

Feeling my orgasm nearing the drop off to send me over the edge, I feel tears spring from my eyes.

I whimper, a sob of no pain rising in my chest.

“Give in to it, baby. Cum for me.”

The amorous kiss his lips seal to the under curve of my jawline is the last straw.

I dive head first into the sticky waters of my orgasm at the hands of my Angel.

“Day-Damon!”

My legs shake, moaning Damon’s name, unashamed by how loud or bare my emotions are.

“That’s it, baby.” He kisses the crook in my neck, trailing them down to the caps of my shoulders.

“You’re so sexy when you cum, Savannah.”

I could hear him, feel him, picture him all over me.

His left hand leaving my hair to grip my thigh, he hooked it at his elbow.

He moved deeper into my awaiting slit, driving his thick meat harder, faster.

The sensual sounds of our lovemaking turn the dial up. His body hammering into mine like a railroad worker hammering the iron nails across the great plains.

From the slap of our skin and the ones we can’t control echo out into the night.

The burn of his heavy thrusts has me bridging my back and my nails dragging my own signature down his beautiful body.

“I’m close, baby. So fucking close.”

Pulling at his hair, I bring him back to my mouth. Sucking in his tongue, I feel his shaft grow, swelling inside me.

“Savannah.” My name rolls from his tongue, every letter enunciated to not be mistaken as anything else.

“Cum for me, my Angel,” I order out, pressing my words to his lips with a bite.

A breathy groan expelled from his chest is the only warning before a sharp jerk of his lower body.

His hot cum plunges from his marbled tip in long ribbons of white, draping his personalized color across my stomach.

Damon’s forehead touching mine, he jerks and twitches with every ounce drained from his balls.

His back arching to keep his chest out of the line of fire.

His breath matching mine, we pant together.

“God fucking damn it, baby,” he manages between harsh breaths.

We sound like we just ran a 10K.

I giggle, a sexy smirk glossing over my face.

“You. Are. Welcome.”

I poke his chest with every word.

We both laugh, Damon collapsing at my side with a shit-eating grin stretched from ear to ear.

He moves his arm under me to have me rest on the same biceps I held such a strong grip during our intimate exchange.

Buck naked in the grass, sweaty, dirty, wet, and sticky but also content and happy.

“I don’t know how he did it,” Damon half-ass whispers. I think mainly to himself, but somehow it got lost and tossed out for me to hear.

“Who did what?” My pointer finger traces the outline of the tattoo on his chest.

“How did your first give you a chance to get away? That’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

My heart swells and accelerates.

~He thinks…~

“Thank you... Damon... I think you misunderstood me at the party.”

I feel a rush of nerves like I’m not lying with this man completely naked with his jizz still wet on my damn body.

Somehow telling him he is my first... this was technically my first time has me sweating bullets.

“What do you mean?” He leans back, turning his face to look at me.

“Brady asked how many guys I’ve fucked. I said to define it. Because I didn’t know if I should count you or not. We had only just started so I didn’t know if that counted. He said as long as a dick went in... then it counted.”

I feel myself turn red under Damon’s stare.

I can see wheels turning and cogs lining up for him to work out what I mean.

Any minute now.

His jaw unhinges in surprised shock.

~Now he’s got it.~