A low groan came from Savannah as his mouth worked over her throat. A hickie would be another first for her. Thomas seemed to be the first to be doing everything with her.
There was no doubt in her mind she would be walking funny. At the rate they were going, she would never walk straight again. She kept her neck tilted to give him full access to the expanse of her throat. Savannah rolled her hips with his thrusts, panting and moaning as her body began to shake. That seemed to be the precursor of her climaxes.