“Open up,” I demand, pulling out of her mouth and as I go, my come dribbles from her lips, a pool of it on her tongue. “Don’t waste it now,” I command, “Swallow it down.”
Her throat bobs as she obeys, swallowing every single drop and when she’s done, I wipe up the excess on her lips with my thumb. “That what you wanted?” I ask.
“Mm,” She nods, rising to stand and press her mouth to mine. Kissing Savannah was a fantasy I never thought could happen, there’s too much between us, a ten-year age gap, a friendship with her brother but in my thirty-three years, I have never felt anything that makes me feel this alive.
Nothing else matters, there is no past, and there is no present, it’s just us in a bubble where nothing else exists.
She steals my breath and yet breathes life back into me, filling all the splinters and fragments of my soul until all I can see is her.
Pulling back, she presses one last tender kiss to the corner of my mouth and then tips her head back to wash away the conditioner from her hair, leaving me a little stunned as I watch her. How am I meant to stop this?
How is this supposed to be a one-time thing when the only thing that makes sense is her?
I told myself as I held her against that wall that thiswas it, I just needed a taste, a hit to satisfy the craving but once is never going to be enough.
I need more.
When she’s clean, she climbs from the shower and wraps a towel around herself while I finish up and follow behind her. I grab the last towel on the rack and accept her hand when she offers it to guide me from the bathroom.
“I don’t have any furniture set up,” She explains, stopping at the door to what I assume will be her bedroom. There are boxes everywhere and a mattress on the floor with sheets thrown over it. “But…”
“You should have called us,” I grumble, looking at all the moving boxes, flat packed furniture and suitcases scattered around her bedroom.
“I wanted to do it myself.” There’s a vulnerability to her tone that catches me off guard, “I never get to just do it.”
“This is a lot for one person to do,” I tell her, tampering down the need to take control of it all and just do it myself.
“I know.” She agrees, “But it’s not like there’s a rush.”
“She says with a mattress on the floor and her clothes spilling out an open suitcase.”
“I lived on a tour bus,” She scoffs, “This is pure luxury in comparison.”
I chuckle, “And you expect me to sleep on the floor?”
She side eyes me, clearly not impressed, “By all means, go on home.”
I snatch an arm out, wrapping it around her waist and tug her back until her spine hits my bare chest and a breath rushes from her. “Not an option, Tiny Dancer.”
“Then the floor it is,” She whispers breathlessly.
“Mm,” I agree, my hand roaming toward the knot holding her towel together at her chest. I hook my fingers there, holding still, “You really think it would be over that quickly?”
“I don’t know,” Her voice shakes.
I laugh though it’s not in amusement, it’s quite dark, even to my ears. Her body trembles in my arms, “Want me to spell it out for you, Savannah?”
“Please,” She swallows and it’s enough for me. I tug the knot, loosening it until it comes free and falls from her body. Her skin is still damp from the shower and her hair is dripping water, the droplets running down her chest, over the mound of her breast. Her muscles jump as my palm slides down her abdomen, to that space between her legs and I cup her pussy, the warmth of her a brand.
She whimpers, leaning further onto me, my cock hard behind my own towel as it presses into her ass.
“Lay down for me, Savannah,” I command gently, “Spread your legs.”
Her knees tremble as she steps away, lowering onto the mattress on her floor and lays flat on her back, eyes on mine as she drops her knees apart.
My teeth bite together. There is not enough time to explore all of her, to worship every inch of her body. Not enough seconds, or minutes or hours to learn her, I want to lose myself. I drag my eyes away, only to search the room for what I need and when I spot her make-up bag, the contents spilling out across the floor in front of a small, round vanity mirror I know I’ve found exactly what I need.
Stepping away, I grab the bag and rifle through until I find what I am looking for and with it grasped in my hand, I go back to her, getting to my knees on the floor at the end of the bed.
