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S avage battled his need to find her ex and beat the ever-loving fuck out of him for the job he’d done on the sweet girl in his arms. From everything Savage had seen from her, she did whatever she was asked, even volunteering to help or doing whatever she saw that needed doing.
She and the rest of the women seemed to have hit it off. At least from what he’d seen.
But that wasn’t what mattered now. It was the woman in his arms, who just said something he’d been aching, literally, to hear her say. She wanted him.
Still, he didn’t know how poorly that walking piece of shit had treated her. And Savage would not be one more trauma in her life. He would continue to be gentle and let her take the lead.
“What more can I say?” she said after a moment. “I want you.” She slid the hand that had cupped his palm to her face up his arm to his shoulder, then down along his side.
He wished he wasn’t wearing the t-shirt he’d worn to bed in an attempt to make her feel safe. She seemed to feel more than safe. Now he wished her hand was on his skin instead of the thin cotton. Savage stayed where he was, his lips pressed against her forehead as he let her set the pace. If all she wanted tonight was a few kisses and a little petting, then that was all they would do.
He might spend the night with a bad case of blue balls, but he’d do it if that’s what she needed.
“What are you thinking, babe?” He needed something to distract him. His cock was already reacting to her hand on his body, no matter than he’d tried mentally disassembling his bike and putting it back together he hadn’t made it past removing the seat before his concentration was blown.
“I’m wishing we hadn’t worn so many clothes to bed.”
Savage found himself smiling against her skin. “Babe. That’s something that’s easily rectified.” He moved away long enough to reach behind his head, grab a fistful of fabric and tug it off, then toss it aside. “There, that’s better,” he said as he lowered himself beside her again. He didn’t say anything about her clothes or that she hadn’t removed any of them, because he was letting her go as far as she wanted, and that would be where it stopped.
There was just enough light that he could see the outline of her face. He propped his head on one hand and used the other to trace the tips of his fingers along her jaw.
“What should I do?” Donna asked, her voice hesitant.
“Whatever you want. You had your hands all over me with my shirt on, I just made it a little easier for you.”
“But I still have my clothes on.” She sounded confused.
“I’m going to leave that up to you. You can leave them on or take them off as you’re comfortable. That however will not stop me from making you feel good.” He smoothed his fingertips down her neck, then along the bend to her shoulder.
One of her hands brushed his arm, as if she wasn’t sure where he was, then her fingers curled around his bicep with more pressure. He wasn’t sure if she was waiting for him to react in some way or if she was just becoming more sure of what she was doing. Either way he wouldn’t stop her, not unless he had to. He loved getting to experience her becoming more certain of herself. Even if he couldn’t see her at the moment.
“I need you to tell me what you like, babe.”
“I-I don’t know.” She stuttered at first, and he could tell from her tone and the way her skin heated that she was embarrassed.
“I’m looking for feedback here, babe, not instructions. You can do this. A simple yes or no. More or not there. Tell me what you like, and more importantly, what’s not doing it for you. If I’m not quite hitting the right spot, I want to know it.”
“I just want to make you happy.”
“I’m happy right this minute. If we stopped right now and went to sleep, I’d still be happy.”
“I don’t understand.” Confusion filled her voice.
“That’s okay, babe. I’ll show you what I mean. You just tell me if there’s anything you don’t like, and I mean anything. I’ll be upset if I find out you don’t tell me about something that does nothing for you, or worse, accidently hurts you, do you understand me?”
“Yes.” The hand that had been curled around his arm pulled away, leaving Savage to think he might have scared her.
“Babe?” He gentled his tone as he asked, hoping he could talk her back into the trust she was showing him tonight.
“Yeah?”
“You get to touch me any way you want. I want your hands on me. Anywhere you want to touch is fair game.”
“But what if you don’t like something or I hurt you?”
“Babe, unless you put my balls in a vice and squeeze. I can guarantee I will enjoy anything you want to do to me. Is that something you’re considering?”
“That wasn’t on my mental list, no.”
Savage thought he heard the lilt of a laugh in her voice. He lifted his hand from where it had been resting near her shoulder and caressed her cheek. “Good. Just remember. You need to communicate with me. I’ll do the same for you, but I need to hear what you’re feeling, okay? And if you want to stop, then we stop. To talk about something or to be done. It’s all up to you.”
Savage couldn’t help but remember what she’d told him about that fucker she used to see forcing her, and how she didn’t think of it as rape. He had no doubts. It was. But he couldn’t change it, all he could do was be sure she didn’t suffer the same treatment at his hands. And hopefully someday, teach that fucker a lesson.
“I can do that.” She slid her hand from his arm down across his chest. Her touch seemed less hesitant, and he hoped she felt at least a bit more confident. She found the patch of hair in the middle of his chest and seemed fascinated by the feel, her fingers kept moving back and forth, as if playing with it. It was different but he liked it.
“Your skin is so smooth.” Savage once more smoothed his fingers down the side of her neck to her shoulder, then he took it a little further and smoothed it down her torso. He wished there wasn’t the barrier of the oversize shirt she wore between them, he wanted to feel the soft, satin of her skin, but he would make it work.
His hand brushed against her breast, he cupped one, then the other using his thumb to flick across the nipple of each one as he did. She arched her back, moving into him.
“Like that huh?”
“Yeah.” Donna’s voice had gone breathy. If the simple touch had triggered such a rection he wondered how she would react when he teased her clit.
“Are your nipple sensitive?” He brushed his thumb across one and noticed how the tip drew taut under his ministrations.
“I- I don’t know. No one’s ever played with them like that.” From the way her breathing hung as she tried to speak, he could tell it was doing something to her.
“Babe? I have a question and there is no wrong answer, but I need to know, okay?”
The hand playing in the small patch of curly hairs in the middle of his chest froze.
“What?” she whispered.
“Was the bastard you’re running from the only one you were ever with, like this I mean.” Savage kept his voice gentle. He didn’t want to spook her, he just wanted to know what he was up against. If the man would rape her like she’d already admitted he had, then would he even try to make sure she enjoyed sex?
She moved her head. He heard the movement against her pillow but couldn’t see which direction.
“I can’t see you, babe. I need you to tell me. You don’t have to give details, just yes or no.” He continued to let his fingers caress and tease her breasts, hoping she would recognize that he wasn’t trying to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. It was just the opposite. He wanted to know if there was anything he needed to be careful of. She was silent long enough that Savage thought she wasn’t going to answer.
“Yes.” The word came out as barely a whisper, but she’d answered and that was what he needed.
“Did you ever enjoy it?”
“It was nice, but I liked that I was able to make him happy.” Donna’s voice got stronger as he moved away from what he thought she would call really embarrassing stuff.
“You make me happy just by being honest with me. But let me show you how good this can be for you, okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“Trust me, okay?” He leaned close and dropped quick kiss on the corner of her mouth, then waited for some kind of reaction.
It only took a moment. The fingers on his chest curled and she tangled them in the patch of hair there as she tugged him closer, turned her head toward his and kissed him back. The tug on his chest hair stung a little but not enough for him to bother saying anything. It wasn’t worth stopping her.
As their tongues tasted and tangled, he let the hand on her chest cup and play with her breasts, taking turns between the two of them and trying to give them at least close to equal attention. He made sure to tease her nipples as well as the rest of them.
Donna moved, and seemed torn between trying to get closer so she could kiss him deeper and staying where she was, arching into his hand to get more of that attention. The hand that had earlier resumed tangling in his chest hair fell away. He couldn’t help but be thankful for that as he knew what was coming and wasn’t looking forward to losing whatever she had a hold of.
After several minutes, she broke the kiss. Her head twisted away, her back arched, pressing her breasts into his hand as she let out a low moan.
“Oh, oh. Ooooh.” After several moments, the tension in her body seemed to drain away and she lay almost limp. “What was that?”
“That babe, was your first orgasm.”
“Wow. Is that what everyone was talking about?”
“It is. And it surprised me. Not everyone can come from breast play alone. I can’t wait to see what you do when it’s more than just that.”
“You mean there’s more?”
Savage was unable to hold back the low chuckle. “Yes, babe. There’s more. Just wait.” He leaned in and covered her mouth with his again.
Damn. This woman was more than sexy. She plain did things for him, and he couldn’t wait to show her everything they could experience together.
It didn’t take more than a moment or two for her to be just as lost in his touch as she’d been a few moments before. This time it was him who broke the kiss. He trailed his mouth along her jaw and down her neck moving down her body as he licked, kissed and nipped at her skin as he went.
Savage moved over her, letting his hands play down her body as his mouth continued to tease along her skin.