For once I obeyed, parting my legs and leaning back on my elbows. It wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but it was close. Bram grabbed his sweater, yanking it over his head and revealing tons of tattoos across his chest, down his torso.Holy crap. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue. His hands moved to the button of his jeans, shucking out of them until he was left in only black boxer briefs.
“That’s a good girl for listening,” he muttered, climbing onto the bed and in between my legs.
His mouth dipped down to my clit, and I forgot every insecurity I’d ever had. My hands returned to his hair, the thick locks soft in between my fingers. I managed not to pull on them, though his hair was trapped in some sort of elastic band. He brought me to orgasm quickly, but it wasn’t surprising since only my toys had gotten me there over the past year or so. I screamed as I came, arching upward. I snapped the band holding his golden tresses and they spilled out across his shoulders. “Oh, fucking hell. Sorry about that.”
“I have more hair ties. It’s not a big deal. Besides, you seem much more relaxed now,” he said, gently untangling my fingers from his hair.
“Oh, you have no idea. Mmmmm.” I lay boneless in yummy post-orgasmic bliss while Bram plucked a condom from his wallet. He wasted no time in sliding those tight boxer-briefs off, leaving him naked while I lost the battle of trying not to check out what he was working with. Like the rest of him, his cock was magnificent; long and thick.
Bram rubbed himself a few times before rolling on the condom. “I wish you could see how gorgeous you look spread out for me.”
I cooed as he finished with the condom. “I haven’t had sex in a while either.”
“Don’t let those doubts back into your head, Savannah.” He walked around to the side of the bed, pulling me into the middle and climbing on top of me. “Just be in the moment.”
He cupped my face, kissing me deeply, passionately. Filled with the promise of more than one night. Yet, I returned it with fervor, allowing him to lead and set the pace. Bram set one of my ankles on his shoulder, adjusting his body so he could enter my pussy a little at a time without overwhelming me. I’d thought Iwas in bliss from his mouth, but when he slid all the way inside, some cross between a moan and a grunt came out of my lips. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”
“If that changes, or you need me to switch positions, let me know.”
He moved slow and deep as he thrusted in and out of me as if we’d done this dance before. Our bodies connected intimately and for the first time, I stayed present. Bram brought me to peak more than once, my pussy clenching around his thickness. He shifted us around trying poses I was certain I’d never be able to get into again.
“Oh, god, right there…”
“That’s it. Come again for me, sweetheart. I can feel how close you are.”
Though I thought I knew what to expect, each new position brought me so much pleasure. We started the night as strangers, but his unexpected handling drove me to heights I’d never experienced. Multiple orgasms, passionate kisses, dirty talk and gentle but commanding touches. When he finally pulled out for the last time, we lay face to face on my bed, breathing heavily as the peaceful serenity in the quiet of my bedroom stretched around us.
“You can sleep in my bed, if you want, instead of on the couch. Unless you want the couch.” I retracted my offer as quickly as the words tumbled out and hoped I didn’t offend him.
“Why don’t we rinse off in your shower and you can tell me what would make you the most comfortable?” He planted his feet on the floor and held out his hand, beckoning me to take it.
“Right. Excellent plan,” I agreed though my heart very much warred with my logical brain.
Leading us into my attached bathroom, I started the shower. I knew that no matter how much fun we had in my bed, that after tomorrow it would be highly unlikely that I’d keep in touch withhim. Viking Daddy or not. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, no matter how slow we embarked into one.
One magical snowy night was all we’d have together, because my brain won the battle. Showing him vulnerability wasn’t in the plan, but his unwavering presence, strong and silent made me wish it was.
Four
Savannah
It had been two weeks since I’d hooked up with Bram. He had texted me multiple times after he stayed the night, fixed us a magnificent breakfast and then left my house. I never responded. It filled me with guilt, but those insecurities, the ones that left when he’d carried me up my own hallway, came roaring back. It wasn’t only my body, but the open wounds my ex-boyfriend left, the ones I hadn’t healed, that kept me quiet.
Of course none of that mattered at the moment. I’d called up Daphnee and begged her to brave the slushy roads to bring me to Doctor Darling’s Clinic on a wintery afternoon.
The clinic normally shut down early in inclement weather, but the emergency situation I had going on gave me no other choice but to go in, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do. Half waddling to the check-in desk, I was shocked to see Everleigh standing there instead of the usual older woman who greeted me.
“Savannah? What’s wrong, sweetie?” Her blond hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. “We were just shutting down for the day. Did you drive yourself here?”
“No, um, Daphnee dropped me off. I made her leave since the roads aren’t great. I didn’t think about how I’d get home.” Suddenly I was crying more from embarrassment than anything else.
“What happened? We have a new doctor here today that you haven’t met yet. Mostly everyone is off for the holidays or because of the weather. Dr. Callahan is also on his way to pick me up, but if you’re having a problem–”
“I was engaging in some special alone time this morning.” I took a breath and blew it out. “And well, I have a toy stuck in my… butt,” I said, panicking. “It has a flared base and everything! It was meant to go there, or so the packaging read, but it still got stuck.”
“Oh!” Everleigh patted my hand. “Come on, that’s no laughing matter. I mean, we can laugh about it later, if that will help. Let’s get you in a room. I’ll alert Dr. Thorsen so he knows what’s happening while I get you settled.”
“Dr. Thorsen? He sounds like a Viking,” I said in between sniffles.
