No one knows the future—God knows, I get that—but he’s here. He’s been here. And he wants to be here. And I am going to make the most of every minute I can love this man.
We’re making out like kids then, our lips rough as I bite his chin, lick the hollow of his neck. I’m hot fromthe inside out, flames of desire raging within me now that I can set everything free—love, lust, and hope.
But Savage cups my face and stops me, both of us breathless. “Babe, wait. What’s the job interview?”
“Poppy’s mom,” I say, refusing to be distracted. I reach for his waistband and unbuckle his belt. “She works in local government and has a lot of contacts. Poppy wants us to meet so she can network with me, help me find any openings. But she wants to interview me herself for an admin position. She said it’s just a temp job while their current admin has knee surgery, but if it works out, she can be a reference for me while I’m looking for something permanent.”
I’ve yanked on Savage’s waistband and gotten him to stand up so I can unzip his jeans.
“Babe,” he breathes. “That’s fucking awesome.”
I kneel in front of him and tug his pants and boxer briefs down. His cock is hard, and I grasp it lightly in my hand while I help him step out of his pants. I brush my lips over the head of cock and smile. “Thank you.”
Then I lick his shaft, sucking and kissing his erection until his knees buckle. I love his body. The way it feels under my hands. The sounds he makes, the roughness of his callused palms, the softness of his neck, the tender skin around his upper lip, the hypersensitive parts of him that come alive under my mouth.
“Fuck, Claire.” He weaves his fingers through my hair and guides my mouth deeper.
I take his length into my mouth, licking and wetting his shaft with long, hard flicks of my tongue. He humshis pleasure as I hum against his cock. He widens his legs, and I work my mouth over him, letting him lightly thrust into my mouth while I relax my throat and shoulders and take all he’s able to give.
I groan and murmur, buzzing my tongue over his hardness until he stills and tries to pull out. “Claire, I’m gonna?—”
But I don’t let him move. I clamp my lips around his shaft and fuck him with my mouth, cupping his balls and fingering the delicate seam underneath.
“Holy fuck!” he roars, his hips thrusting hard against me, my lips swollen from the effort of keeping my mouth on him as he works out his pleasure. “Baby.”
He spews his load against my tongue, the hot liquid salty and slightly sweet. I swallow it down and keep bobbing my neck, fucking him through his climax. When he finally stops moving and wobbles on weak knees, I push him back onto the couch.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you sucking me here on the couch,” I whisper.
His eyes are shut, and his head is thrown back against the cushion. “Come and get it, babe.”
I strip off all my clothes, grinning because he manages to wink open one eye and watch me. Until I get to my panties. Then both eyes fly open, and his lips part.
“I could eat you for every meal and never get full,” he tells me.
I love the sound of that. Just the idea of his mouth on my sensitive skin sends a flood of wetness to mycore. I reach between my legs and touch myself, my nipples going hard and my eyelids feeling heavy.
“Nuh-uh,” he says. “Mine.” He claps a hand on his thigh, and I pad over to the couch and sit on his lap.
I line up my breasts with his face, and he cups one in each hand. He lightly kisses my sternum, then flicks his hot tongue up to the hollow of my neck. “This was amazing before. But, baby,” he says, “things feel different.”
It feels that way for me too. It’s like we’re both unburdened in a way that makes everything easier.
Usis a real thing now, and it’s easy.
Togetheris a real thing now, and it’s easy.
Falling in love with each other… That’s real too, and it’s never felt this easy or this right.
He steals every rational thought from my brain the second he runs the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. “Do you know how fucking delicious these are?” he asks. “I dream about you, about your body. The way you taste, the way you smell.” He lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tip to wet it, then releases it with a loud pop.
Something new and even more exhilarating surges through my body when he tastes me. It’s like, deep in my soul, I know I can trust this man. I know I can be myself fully and freely. The prisoner who’s been locked down for far too long is set free. But I’m not the newly escaped prisoner I was when Savage rescued me.
Now I’m strong, healthy, walking side by side withthe man I choose and the man who’s choosing me. I’m finally and truly free.
I lean into Savage and hug his head to my chest. I’m sure he can feel the rapid pounding of my heart, but maybe he just thinks it’s his amazing breast play. Because, my God, this man knows how to lick me.
He laps the flat of his tongue against my hard peak, and a scatter storm of fire dances along my limbs. Then he takes the tip of his tongue and traces circles around my areola, his hands gripping my hips and ass. I feed him my breast, throw my head back, and lose myself to the pleasure.
