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This woman, this gorgeous, amazing, brilliant woman wants me. Can’t get enough of me. Just let me come all over her.
What the hell did I ever do to deserve her? To deserve this?
Before I can question it, I pick her up and throw her to the center of the bed. I follow her, pulling those sweatpants down her legs to reveal, just as she promised, her naked pussy.
I spread her legs wide with my shoulders and just look, taking in her soft folds, glistening with her desire. Her curls are trimmed but not waxed bare. Until this moment, I didn’t know I had a preference, but the second I see Savannah’s tight cropped curls, I know this is it. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I lean in close, inhaling the heady scent of her, before running my tongue up her seam. She arches against my mouth when I press the flat of my tongue on her clit. I feel her flutter against my lips as I suck her clit into my mouth, wishing I could devour her.
The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the scent of her, it’s all overwhelming. It’s everything I need and not enough all at the same time. I slide a finger inside of her, finding her g-spot, stroking it in rhythm to the motion of my mouth. By the time she comes in a series of full body shudders, I’m hard again. Maybe, impossibly, even harder than before.
But that’s how she makes me feel. Like every moment with her is more impossibly perfect than the last.
Her body is still trembling when I pull myself up, pushing myself to my knees between her legs. I pull her body up with me, her legs hooked on either arm, my hands anchoring her hips, my cock lined up perfectly to her cunt. I slid in while the last of her climax is still trembling through her walls. My dick finds that perfect spot where my fingers just were. My thumbs, her clit. My hips, the rhythm we both need.
I pound into her, driving us both to another climax, to the point of collapse. And when it’s done, when I’ve come inside her, I lower her down and collapse on top of her, my dick still inside her. I bury my face in her neck, hiding whatever this is that she’s pulled out of me.
Not just a climax, but something more. A groan. A sob. I don’t know what.
I may have made a mess of her, but she’s fucking wrecked me.
Chapter Twenty
Savannah
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I would’ve thought it would be weird, cooking for Ian after spending the night having sex with him. As if it’s blurring a boundary that I should want to keep in place.
But it doesn’t feel weird. And it doesn’t feel like there’s a boundary there at all. Not anymore. After last night, there are no boundaries. No barriers.
In every sense of the word. Before Ian, I’ve never had unprotected sex. Not that it was really unprotected, because I’m on birth control. And we discussed our mutual clean health afterwards. Still, not discussing it first isn’t something I’ve ever done before. Part of me feels like I should be at least a little freaked out by how much I instinctively trust Ian, but on the other hand, look what he’s like with me.
No one has ever taken such good care of me. I don’t know that there’s anyone else I would let take care of me like this. Maybe that too should scare me, but I don’t want to be scared. I don’t want to worry about the future. I just want to wallow in this delicious, comfortable intimacy.
So, when I wake up before him for the first time since I got sick, I get up to make him breakfast. Oddly enough, he sleeps through me climbing out of bed, sneaking off to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit, and then heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Probably because he got so little sleep when I was sick. All of those days of me drifting in and out of sleep in his bedroom and always having him there by my side in the few minutes I was awake. Besides, I know there’s only one bed in this house and until last night he hadn’t slept in it in over a week. Sleeping in chairs or on the sofa for the week can’t have been easy for a man as tall as he is.
Since he seems inclined to sleep in, I let him. I sneak downstairs and start coffee. I dig around in the fridge to assess the food situation. Yesterday I wanted to make dinner, but he refused to let me anywhere near the kitchen, ordering take out again. The fridge isn’t as empty as I feared, but we’re out of a lot of stuff. I find my phone—which I had abandoned in the living room the night before—and cue up my bossa nova Spotify list as I put in a grocery order to be picked up later today. Then I start biscuits, which I figure are the perfect food for today, since I’m not sure when he’ll get up. They’ll be best fresh out of the oven, but that’s still twenty minutes away. And they’ll still be good at any point during the day.
Once the biscuits are in the oven, I dig in the deep freeze and find some of the mixed berries I’ve been making smoothies with. I get them started on the stove top making a compote to go on the biscuits.
The biscuits are baking away in the oven and the house is starting to smell amazing as I dance around the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from the biscuits, when I hear Ian clear his throat from behind me.
I whirl around hand pressed to my chest. “You startled me.”
He’s standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his shoulder propped on the door jamb, arms crossed over his chest as he watches me.
“Obviously.” There’s something needy and possessive in his eyes, but something a little sad as well. Something I can’t quite read. He clears his throat again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
“It’s okay. Was the music too loud?” I ask moving to the coffeemaker to pour him a cup. I walk it over to him, setting it on the counter near where he stands. There’s a hesitancy in his posture that I don’t like. And I can almost hear him second guessing himself. Second guessing us.
That won’t do it all.
When it comes to business, science, and math, he is confident to the point of arrogance. When it comes to this kind of thing—interactions with another person—it’s something else entirely.
I don’t give him a chance to think too long about what happened last night, but walk right up to him and put my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine to kiss him. There’s that same moment of resistance I sensed last night, before his hands drop to my hips and he pulls me to him, deepening the kiss on his own. I can feel the length of him hard against my belly.
