22
Alex
Iknow something’s wrong the second Savannah walks in my door. Her face is pale, she won’t meet my gaze, and she’s breathing fast. I quickly scan her for any signs of injury or worse, but find nothing. Which means it has to do with the shelter.
“What happened, is Molly alright?” My heart is in my throat. If something were to happen to that dog, I know Savannah would be devastated. And with how much I’ve come to care for this woman, it would destroy me to see her upset.
“She’s fine,” comes her curt reply. Now I know she’s lying. Finally, she lifts her gaze to me, and there’s worry and confusion there. I don’t know what to do; I’ve never been in this kind of situation before with a woman, and my panic over how to fix this, whateverthisis, grows.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Savannah says, walking past me without even stopping for a kiss. I watch her go, but when I hear the water turn on, I stand up and stride down the hall to my bedroom. I can see Savannah standing in the shower through the open door, her head turned up toward the spray of water. She has the lights down low, and the steam billowing out from the shower is scented like her warm vanilla body wash. My cock stirs, as it always does when I see her naked.
Not now.Savannah doesn’t need seducing right now. My every instinct tells me she needs comfort.
After I strip off my own clothes, I step into the large shower stall with her and lift my hands up to her shoulders. Brushing her hair over to one side, I lean down and press a kiss to the side of her neck, before reaching for her shampoo. Silently I wash her hair, turning her to face me to rinse it clean. My eyes drift over her face, still tinged with sadness, down the curves of her body, following the trail of suds from her hair. She’s beautiful, yes. But it’s more than that. Savannah isn’t afraid to show me her true self. Her vulnerability, openness and authenticity is what draws me in. She makes me want to be better, do better — for her and for myself. Unlike my father, who tried to hold me to an impossible standard and then berated me when I didn’t meet it, Savannah meets me where I am, embraces me, and shows me that I don’t need to be anything more than who I am in order for her to care about me.
Her arms lift to wrap around my neck, and she pulls my head down to meet hers. I go willingly, opening to her kiss, hoping to ease her pain. She presses up against my body, my dick throbbing between us. I’m still unsure of how to proceed, not being familiar with a woman’s emotions and how best to help. The best advice I’ve ever received in life has always beenwhen in doubt, just askand I decide to employ that now.
“Savannah. Van, I can tell something’s upset you. Talk to me, please. What do you need?”
“I need you,” she whispers.
“You’ve got me.” I kiss her again, firmly. She hasn’t told me what’s wrong, but she has told me how to help.
I lift her into my arms and turn us around so that her back is to the low, wide bench that I’ve always found to be pointless. But now I see it’s usefulness as I set Savannah down and drop to my knees. The grooved floor of the shower digs into my skin, but I don’t care. My focus is on her pleasure. I lift her legs up, running my hands from ankle to hip until I spread her open. When my tongue meets her folds, she moans, and her head drops back against the glass wall. I glance up, and her eyes are closed, but there’s still lines of tension on her face. My mission is clear. Erase those lines.
My tongue laps up her sweetness as I lick and suck, and do my damnedest to replace her sadness with pleasure. I slide a finger up and down between her slick lips before slowly twisting it inside of her. She squeezes me tight as I add a second finger. I curl them up, and the gasp that flies out of her mouth makes me smile. My lips continue to work in time with my fingers, and moments later I’m rewarded by Savannah crying out my name as her hands clench in my hair. I keep going until her body stops shuddering from her release.
While Savannah sits on the bench, her beautiful tits heaving with each breath, I turn off the water and reach out to grab some towels. Wrapping one around my waist, I use the other to gently dry her hair and her body, then lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed. It feels good to take care of her this way, and she’s got a soft smile on her face, which is exactly what I wanted to achieve.
Without a care for how wet my pillows and sheets will get, I slide in beside her, and pull her into my arms. A weight lifts off my heart when she snuggles into my chest, and her hand comes up to trace the tattoo on my forearm.
“I might lose Molly.”
The words come out of nowhere, piercing the silence.
“I thought you said she was okay?” I ask.
“She is. But there’s a family who wants to adopt her. Suzette has given me a week to pull together the rest of the money I need for her adoption fees.”
Thank fuck, I can fix this.
“Well, that’s fine, how much do you need?” I say confidently. This is a simple problem to solve, and I’m relieved to realize I can do this for her.
She sits up and looks at me in horror. “No. Alex, no. I can’t take your money. I won’t.”
I sit up as well, and reach for her hand, but she pulls away from me. “Savannah, I can’t let you lose Molly. Just borrow what you need from me and pay me back later.” I don’t understand why she’s so resistant to accepting my help. It’s not like I don’t have the money, fuck, I could and would adopt every goddamn dog in the shelter if it would make her happy.
“Iworkfor you Alex. It’s bad enough that we’re dating, but to borrow money from you? Oh my God, that’s just…no. No.” She shakes her head, over and over, as if I had suggested something far worse than a small loan.
“It really isn’t that big of a deal, why can’t you see it as an advance against your next paycheck” I’m baffled that she’s resisting this so hard. “Don’t let your need for independence keep you from happiness, Van. Molly belongs with you; I just want to help make that happen.”
When she eventually takes my hand in hers, I think I’ve convinced her. But no.
“Alex, I know you’ve got the best of intentions, but don’t push me on this, okay? I’ll find a way to get Molly. I have to. But I can’t accept your money.”
I look her straight in the eyes, searching for any sign that she might change her mind and let me help her. But I see nothing but stubborn determination. I’ll let it go for now. But I won’t let her lose that dog.
Throughout all of this conversation my dick has remained at half mast. My body is fully aware that Savannah’s naked body is in front of me, and the part of me that is becoming addicted to her is wondering why the fuck we aren’t doing something about that.
