EroticReverie

Savannah Flowers

I'm drunk on Beau Brooks. I can't get enough of him. I hate feeling this way, I've never wanted to be around someone as much as I need to be around him. Every second I'm away from him, he's all I think about. I've never been this girl. I've never understood how young girls and women let a guy become their entire world. But when Im not with him , I'm either thinking about something he said that made me laugh, or made me swoon, or made me wet. Or I'm reading the letters he's written. I've gotten one each day since I gave him the words he wanted, and told him I wanted to be his. The man keeps his promises that's for sure. That day on the dock he told me he'd write me more letters, and he has. A few are short and sweet and a few have been everything but "I love you".  I'm still terrified of it all crashing and burning between us. Everyday my hopes that this will be something that lasts forever, soar higher. Making the potential crashing part that much scarier. Because the higher it climbs, the harder i'll fall if it ends, the more i'll hurt, the more I'll hate myself for letting him get under my skin, and inside my heart. But for his sake, for mine, I try to just be in the moment, and not let the "what if's" fester in my head. 

It's been a week since I told him I was his, and I half expected him to take me , right there on that dock the second I'd said it. But he hasn't, and it's driving me absolutely insane, and he knows it. Part of me loves that he didn't jump into my pants the second I'd allowed myself to be claimed by him. Part of me adores that he spoils me sexually, barely letting me touch him, insisting MY pleasure it what matters most. But part of me wants that man to let me ride him like a fucking cowgirl and impale my greedy pussy on his dick. 

Jerking him off , having him cum all over my pussy, is the closest I've gotten to GIVING him anything. And that moment, god, that fucking moment, his groan, his annoyingly handsome perfect face when he came all over me, and let me spread it all over myself, let me dip my fingers between my legs and gather both of us together and fucking taste him while covered in him, was one of the hottest moments of my life, and I'll never forget it. I was going to fucking become even more a of fiend for him the second we actually have sex. Hell, even tonight, if he keeps his promise, which he will....he fucking better....even tonight after I get to finally wrap my mouth around the best dick I've ever seen, i'll become more addicted to him. 

I'm still in a daze, drunk on the moment of his cum drenching my pussy. I stand here beside him , in the middle of town, clenching my fucking thighs together, just thinking of all the cum that was between them an hour ago. So much cum. 

"Knock it of sweetheart." He says leaning down, his arm around my shoulder, his wrist hanging off my opposite shoulder as we stand in the crowded streets. We're at the Peach Festival in town, the roads closed off, several stands set up along the side walks, in the grassy areas, and some in the middle of the street. Apparently it's an annual festival they have , where people sell Peach flavored baked goods, there's a pie baking contest, a pie eating contest, live music, arts and crafts stands, and people selling peach beverages and foods. There's a stand with middle school girls, painting peaches on kids faces, stands selling Peach Festival shirts, peaches everywhere. And apparently they do this for other fruits too. There's a Berry Festival, An Apple Festival, A Strawberry Festival, among others. But clearly, since were in Gerogia, the Peach Festival is their pride and joy. It's cute, and I hate how cute it is , how not only Beau is under my skin, but the town is too. I've made a few friends other than Beau and his sister, I even got a smile out of grumpy old Harold from the hardware store the other day when stopping by the book store to browse again, and see Beatrice and the store cat, Sprinkles.  I liked it here, and I was afraid I was starting to love it.  Aside from the ongoing glares from girls who clearly had a taste of Beau, or wanted a taste, and could no longer have it. 

"Knock what off?" I ask , as I keep my eyes forward as we wait in line for peach lemonade. 

"You're doing the thing with your legs, knock it off." He whispers and I bite my lip, my cheeks flushing and I turn my head and look up at him, he looks at me, raising a brow. 

"what thing?" I ask quietly, and his nostrils flare and he dips down, bringing his mouth to my ear so nobody around us can hear. 

"the thing that makes me want to pull you away, take you somewhere, and spread your legs so I can lick up the mess your making in those little white panties , Savannah" he growls quietly. 

"you're making it worse" I whisper with a whimper. 

"Need me to make it BETTER then Darlin?" he asks, nuding his nose along my neck. 

I nod and he chuckles softly. 

"please" I whisper and he hums softly, and takes my hand and pulls me from the line and my pussy fucking celebrates by getting even more wet. My adrenaline and excitement pounds through me, my pussy throbbing with the promise of Beau taking me away somewhere just to touch me. 

"Scuze us, pardon me" he says, squeezing through a few tightly packed crowds along the street as he walks me down the street, we turn the corner from the main road where it's blocked off. 

"God, im dripping" I whimper when we're halfway down the block, nobody around us. Beau's answer is a groan. 

He's taking back to where his truck is parked, along the road, several trucks line the sides of the street, so many fucking trucks in this town, it's as if they dont know other types of vehicles exist. 

We're in his truck, and his hand is sliding up between my legs as I lean with my back tot he passenger side, my legs spread as wide as possible, as Beau tugs my panties aside and immediately slides two fingers in. 

"oh my fucking god" I exhale the second his fingers plunge inside of me, my head going back against the window as I lift my hips slightly, my body already trying to ride his fingers. 

"fuck me Cowboy, finger that pussy , baby" I moan and he groans, and his fingers move faster and I pant, my mouth parted as I feel my eyes flutter, rolling into the back of my head. I'm so fucking wet and needy, I can feel and hear just how soaked I am. Can hear his fingers drowning in my fucking desire that's gathered between my legs. 

"look at you darlin, fuck, you're perfect, so god damn perfect, Savannah" he groans my name and I whimper. Because my name sounds so fucking good coming from his mouth. I loved the Darlin's and Sweethearts, the occaissonal "honey" and "Baby", but Beau Brooks saying my name was better than all of them combined. My name has never sounded better. 

"my Savannah" he groans as he fingers me faster, and my pussy clenches and he curls his  fingers just right. 

""i'm...close" I pant. 

"You think I don't know that? You think I dont know this pussy Savannah?" he groans, and  I whimper, shaking my head. 

"I know my girls pussy....i know it so fucking well , pretty  little darlin, pretty fucking sweetheart of mine, i know your pretty pussy better than I know my own dick, miss Savannah Flowers" he groans and I fucking lose it. Cumming hard, my pussy pulsing as I cum, letting myself soak the seat, his hand, my panties, a fucking sopping wet mess, drenched in my previosu arousal, and now my release. His fingers keep moving. 

"yeah, I know your pussy Savannah, and it knows me, doesnt it baby, knows who owns it, knows who takes good care of it, and treats it real fucking good and makes it cum, jesus, look at you cum, sexy fucking girl, that's it, keep it going darlin, take what you need, let's give your sweet New York pussy what it needs Sweetheart" 

My body is arched, my head pushing hard to the window as my legs shake and I keep them open, not wanting it to end, wanting the mess were making on his seat to flood his damn car. I wanted Beau Brooks to finger me into fucking oblivion. 

Three waves hit me, before I'm whimpering, babbling for mercy and he grins, sliding his fingers out slowly as I pant, my body heaving with each trembling breath, whimpering , breaths of disbelief huffing from my lips as I blink myself back to earth, closing my legs, feeling the wetness between them. My ass cheeks pushed against the seat, thankfully my dress was lifted enough to where I didnt get the bottom of it wet with the mess he helped make. 

"rub that clit" he groans. I whimper. 

"i need a second." I exhale.

"Put that pretty hand, with those red painted fingernails, between your fucking legs Savannah, don't make me say it again" he warns. I love when he acts like he'd truly do something if I disobeyed. He wouldn't , his threats are nothing, except for hot. 

I drop my hand between my legs, pulling my panties again, further to the side and hold them with one hand, while reaching down with the other and stroking my fingertips between my lips and I humming as my swollen clit begs for the attention. 

"Good girl Savannah" he groans , low and hot , his eyes on mine, not even watching my hand, or looking at my pussy, but looking at me. 

"You like being a good girl for me Darlin?" he asks, hand on his lap, rubbing himself through his jeans. 

"sometimes" I exhale and his mouth turns up on one side. 

"that's my girl" he says and lifts his hand over, and strokes along my inner leg as I keep rubbing my clit slowly. 

"I want a picture of you like this Savannah, showin off for me" he says, and i immediately nod. 

He groans, reaches for his phone and turns it towards me. My eyes are on him, not the camera, and hear the little click. My fingers moving faster as he snaps a few more as I lick my lips , as I bite my lower one, as my lips part slightly as I get closer to my next orgasm. 

"so fucking beautiful" he whispers, and he's talking to himself, it's barely audible, which makes it even better than when he says it directly to me. 

"i can't believe you belong to me" he groans, shaking his head, taking one last photo, then setting his car on the dash and leaning over, my eyes on his, his mouth hovering near mine. 

"keep those eyes on me , beautiful" he whispers. 

"let me do it" he whispers, his hand moving and sliding between my legs and I moan as his fingers push over my clit, moving mine out of the way. 

"there we go....is that better?" he nudges his nose against mine. 

I nod, breathing faster, my eyes heavy, but on him as his fingers do everything I need them to. Touching me just right as my body flies itself towards the finish line. 

"you're so fucking beautiful" 

"you're the kind of beautiful that doesnt seem real Savannah, because how could anyone be so fucking perfect?" he asks , his mouth brushing mine. 

"you're better than I dreamed of for myself...i couldve tried to imagine the perfect woman for the rest of my life, and my mind wouldve never been able to create ...this.....you....im fucking crazy for you darlin....so fucking crazy for you...i cant get enough of you....enough of this face.....lookin at you is all I can fuckin do since I laid eyes on you sweetheart....i cant take my fucking eyes off you....i'll always come to the door when i pick you up....i'm going to bring you flowers, every day....i'm going to write you letters up until the day i'm put in a grave...im yours Savannah, i'll never belong to anyone else but you." 

I close my eyes as I cum, his mouth crashing over mine as the orgasm barrels through me and has me wailing against his mouth as I cry out. My closed eyes hiding the tears that started to water to my eyes as he spoke to me. 

I'm in love. I'm fucking in love with Beau Brooks.