The Test of Time

26 ~ July

The sound of a ringtone shocks me awake and I shoot upright, my eyes thick from sleep. As I look around quickly at the small wooden room realization dawns on me.

I'm with Brett.

As he begins to stir under the covers I quickly grab hold of my phone from the bedside table, answering it.

"Hello?" I whisper, rubbing my eyes with my spare hand.

"Savannah?" Zara's voice is frantic, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I..."

"Where are you?" She cuts me off, "We were so scared..."

"I'll be there in a bit. I promise." I hastily respond, "I'm fine." I finish, hanging up and grabbing my dress from the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" The deep, husky voice startles me and I whirl around to see Brett sitting up, smiling at me.

"I have to get back to the girls Brett, remember? I left them to come here and I didn't tell anyone!" I reply, pulling the dress over my head as he watches. "I'm lucky they didn't call Elle!"

"Not yet." He smirks, reaching out and grabbing hold of my arm. I can't help but smile as I fall back onto the bed, him leaning over me.

"Brett I have to!" I protest as he begins to kiss my neck. My body automatically responds and I tilt my head to the side, allowing him full access as he begins to move downwards.

"You are not leaving..." He replies, his voice low.

My body is on fire, already overcome with need as I glance up at him, his eyes pinned on mine. He leans down, his hand sliding down the length of my body, down the valley between my breasts as he pecks my lips slightly, a chaste kiss that leaves me wanting more. Before I can utter a word he slips his finger inside me, sending me straight to heaven as I gasp. His lips meet mine again, a deep, sensual kiss as I squirm under him, desperate for more. Without warning he slides another two digits in and I moan with pleasure, gripping onto the bed sheets. As he turns to pay attention to my chest I glance up at the ceiling, the homely, wooden slats all that's in my line of vision as I am pinned to the bed by my own desire.

I am overcome with the need to pleasure him as he does I, having so far always been the receiver of any pleasure during our times together. Before I lose my nerve I reach down between us, grabbing hold of the buttons on his jeans, desperately trying to undo them as I uncontrollably writhe beneath him. He trails kisses back up my body, up my throat and along my jawline as my eyes close from the unbearable delight.

"You don't have to." He manages, his breathing labored. In response I smirk, somehow managing to convey confidence that I definitely do not possess, whilst inside I am petrified, not knowing what to do. Everyone knows that Brett is experienced in the bedroom, and he therefore knows what feels good or bad. For all I know, he could be bad at this, the other men in the world ten times better but I can't even begin to comprehend that idea as I writhe beneath him.

"I want to." I reply, breathlessly as he continues to pleasure me, never stopping to take a break.

As Brett groans into my mouth he shifts, allowing me to move his jeans out of the way as I give myself a silent pep talk before sliding my hands below his briefs. Not knowing what to expect, other than the vague shape, I am shocked by the size, my cheeks reddening as I glance up at him. He smirks slightly at my reaction before lowering his mouth back to my nipples and causing me to momentarily forget my mission as I gasp for air, arching myself into him as he quickens his fingers, going deeper than ever before, pushing into my core as far as he can. I moan at the sensation before wrapping my hand around him, desperate to send him into the ecstasy that he seems to have me in. Thinking of everything that Becky has ever told me, I begin to move my hand up and down. Throwing his head back instantly, his eyes closing and his mouth dropping open I smile slightly, knowing that he's enjoying it, riding his own high until we climax together.