12. Savanna #2
His hand tightens around mine. “I’m not. This is me saying it because I want to, because I love you and I want you to know that, and it’s not just the orgasm talking.”
I grin and say, “You didn’t have one.”
“No, but you did, and I can still taste it on my tongue. Believe me, I’m as drunk on pleasure as you are. That was amazing, Van, and I want to do it again as soon as possible.”
“I like this plan,” I tell him, making him smile.
He presses his lips to mine and kisses me softly, letting me explore his mouth and my own unique taste that he’s still covered in. When I wrap my legs around him, he moans and rocks against me, reminding me that he’s still very hard, and what kind of person would I be if I made him stay like this?
When I press on his shoulder, he lets me move him so he’s on his back. He sees the determined look in my eyes and starts to shake his head.
“Van, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to do this,” I tell him, already reaching for the button of his jeans. “It’s on your life list, remember?”
He’s grinning, but I don’t miss the way he also glances at the door. “It is, but we’ve already been gone a while.”
I pull his zipper down and ask, “You planning on taking a long time?”
His laugh is easy and genuine and there’s no hint of embarrassment in his voice when he says, “I doubt I last thirty seconds, if I’m being honest. I nearly came when you did. I had to force myself not to, and I’m still so close that it won’t take much to push me over the edge.”
When I open his pants and reach my hand into his boxer briefs, he hisses out a breath at the feel of my fingers wrapping around him to pull him free.
“You sure you want to do this, Van?”
I run my eyes over the sight of him, so thick and swollen, pre-cum beading and sliding down his head, and I quickly nod. “I’m sure,” I say before leaning down and running my tongue over his slit, lapping up his arousal as he groans my name and weaves his fingers into my hair.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, and then gently fists my hair and pulls me back. “Hang on.” He scoots back so he’s leaning against my headboard with a wicked grin on his face, looking every bit like every teenage fantasy I ever had. “I want to watch. I want to memorize every second of this moment.”
“I might be terrible at it,” I warn while I scoot so I’m sitting beside him. “You might want to prepare yourself for that.”
“There’s no way in hell you’re going to be bad at it,” he says with absolute confidence in my oral sex skills. I really hope he’s right. He cups my face and runs his thumb along my lips. “You can stop whenever you want. If you hate it, don’t keep going.”
I kiss the pad of his thumb. “I won’t hate it, but I promise I’ll stop if I do.”
Satisfied with my answer, his fingers slip back into my hair when I lower down. I let my mouth hover over his thick head, and I know he feels my breath hitting his skin by the way his own hitches on a soft moan.
“I want to take my time with you,” I admit. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know I want to devour every inch of this man’s body and savor every second of it.
“God, I would fucking love that, Van,” he says, but we both know now isn’t the time for that.
It doesn’t stop me from ignoring the large cock in front of my face, though, as I dip my head and kiss along his hip and then the impossibly hard lines of his lower abs.
He watches everything I do, keeping my hair pulled back so nothing obstructs his view, and when I suck at the skin near the base of his cock, he rocks his hips and groans my name.
“Van, you’re killing me, sweetheart. I’m going to come as soon as you put your mouth on me.”
I grin and nuzzle his thick shaft before running my tongue over his balls.
“Tomorrow night, I’m going to spend a very long time with my head between your legs,” I tell him before wrapping my lips around the delicate skin and giving a soft suck that makes him arch up again and bite down on his bottom lip so he doesn’t cry out.
I let him go, licking up the spit I’d left behind.
“And you’re going to tell me exactly what feels good. ”
“This, Jesus, this feels good,” he quickly says, his voice deeper than usual and strained, just like the rest of his body is right now. He’s desperate for more, but instead of grabbing my head and slamming into me, he’s letting me stay in control, even if it is costing him.
I give him a soft kiss. “Good to know.”
Then with my eyes on his, I bring my lips back to his head and slowly sink my mouth onto him.
The love and awe on his face right now makes me an instant fan of blowjobs.
I love doing this for him, love giving him the kind of pleasure that makes you want to sink to your knees in gratitude because you know there’s nothing else on earth like it.
He just did it for me, and now I want to do it for him.
I run my tongue over him, gauging his reaction, and when I hit the ridge of skin that makes him hiss out a breath, I do it again.
I lap at his dick, swirling my tongue and moaning when I feel the way he pulses and swells in my mouth, growing even bigger.
Testing the waters, I sink a little deeper onto him and then slowly suck my way back up.
“Fuck, Van, I’m not gonna last long.” He groans when I slide back down again. “God, you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”
I don’t stop. I keep going, trying to take as much of him in as I can.
I’m sure a lot of women look a whole lot sexier than I do while doing this, but Niki doesn’t seem to mind at all that I’m less than graceful or that I occasionally gag.
He seems mesmerized by the sight of me drooling and choking while I make a lot of sloppy wet noises.
His arousal sparks my own, and when I moan around him and then lightly drag my nails along his abs, he clenches his jaw so tightly I see the veins in his neck.
“I’m close,” he warns through gritted teeth, giving me a chance to pull off if that’s what I want.
I don’t.
I want to make him come with my mouth. I want to watch him fall apart, knowing I’m the one who did it. I tease him with my nails while I speed up, letting my tongue run along his shaft as I slide my mouth up and down the length of him.
My name is a breathy cry on his lips when he lets go.
The wet heat of him hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop.
I keep working him, feeling him pulse in my mouth as his body shakes and his breathing turns ragged.
My lips stay locked around him until I feel his body relax as he starts to grow soft.
His fingers loosen in my hair, gently rubbing away the sting from the tight grip he’d had on me.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“Van,” he says, and when I open my eyes to meet his, he gives me one of his sweet smiles. “I want you to always remember that I told you I love you before I knew how amazing your mouth would feel.”
I laugh, even though he’s still inside me, and when I pull back, I take the time to give him a kiss before I lean in and cuddle against him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.
“I hope that lived up to any fantasies you may have had,” I say. “I promise I’ll get better at it.”
“I don’t see how in the hell that’s possible.”
I smile at the lazy sound of his voice and feel an odd sense of pride. I did this. I’m the one who made him feel like this, and I’m the only one who ever will. I’ve never been possessive before, but I am with him.
I lift my head and lean in so I can kiss his neck. “Can I tell you something?” I ask.
“Anything,” he quickly says.
I keep my lips close to his skin when I say, “I don’t ever want you to know what it feels like to be with someone else. I want you to just know me.”
He cups my head, pulling back just enough so we’re almost face to face. “I promise you will be the only woman I ever know like this.” His grey eyes study mine, and I know he’s telling the truth. “That’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made to anyone, because I don’t want anyone but you.”
I smile and kiss him. He deepens it, not caring that I taste like him, and when he pulls back with a soft laugh, I look down to see that he’s already growing hard again.
“That was fast,” I say. “I’m in for a really fun weekend.”
“You and me both,” he says. “I may spend all four days inside your body, one way or another.”
I let my mind imagine different scenarios while he tucks himself away and we both get dressed.
When he’s standing next to me again, he brings me close and says, “I want the same promise from you. I can’t share you, not now, not ever.
” His thumb runs along my mouth again. “The only cock to ever spread these pretty lips,” he slides his hand down and cups me in a possessive grip that my body immediately loves and responds to, “or these, better be mine.”
“Deal,” I quickly say. “I don’t want anyone but you, Niki. I could never give myself to anyone else.”
“Thank you,” he says, and it’s so sweet and so very him that all I can do is pull him closer and kiss him, putting all the love I feel for him into it.
By the time we leave my childhood bedroom, we’ve successfully surpassed all my teenage fantasies and imprinted the room with memories that will always make me smile when I think about it and ones I’ll never forget.
We stop in the kitchen and get ourselves some pie, and when we join my parents in the living room, they’re kind enough to not mention our long absence.
Niki and I stay for another hour visiting with them, and I can tell that he really likes them, that he’s not just hanging out here because he knows it means a lot to me.
He laughs at my dad’s corny jokes and then surprises me by telling a few of his own, and then he asks about my mom’s sorority days, and she’s more than happy to fill him in on all the fun she had during her years there.
By the time we get ready to leave, I think my parents are in love with him almost as much as I am. Once we’re back in his car, after having promised to visit again soon and then after being given an enormous amount of leftovers, he turns to me before starting the engine.
“I really love your family, Van.”
“They really love you, too.”
“I’m glad they do. I was worried they wouldn’t.” He starts the car and backs out of the driveway while he says, “We’ll have to figure out a way to make this work. I don’t want to scare them with the whole Bratva thing, but I’m not sure how long before they start asking questions.”
“We’ll come up with something,” I tell him, resting my hand on his thigh while he drives us out of the neighborhood I grew up in. “I’m not giving you up, so we’ll find a way to make it all work.”
“Giving you up isn’t an option,” he says. “That’s not even on the fucking table.”
“Glad to hear we’re in agreement.” I look out the window and stifle a yawn. “I wish it was tomorrow night already.”
“Me, too, but you only have one day of classes left. I’ll be waiting outside to pick you up, and then I’m stealing you for four days. I might keep you naked for all of them.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to be naked for all of them,” I tell him. He laughs like I’m joking, but I’m definitely not. The idea of seeing Niki naked is what’s kept me motivated to work ahead in all my classes. I’m not about to give up on that dream.
His fingers intertwine with mine. “Don’t worry, Van. You can have your way with me as many times as you like, and anytime you want me naked, all you need to do is ask.”
“The same goes for me.”
When we hit a red light, he looks over and gives me a wicked grin. “I was really hoping you’d say that. There are a lot of things I want to do to you, Van.” His eyes slowly run over me, making me feel like I’m still naked and splayed open before him. “So many things.”
“Such as?” I ask.
Before the light turns green, he says, “Well, for starters, I’d really like us to have sex.”
I laugh because as much as we’ve shared over the last week, we still haven’t done that.
“That’s definitely number one on the list,” I agree. “I want to see you in the shower,” I say. “I have images of you wet and naked, and I need to see it in real life.”
“Same,” he says, “so you have to be in the shower with me.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“It’ll work out perfectly, because shower sex is also on my to-do list,” he says.
“What a coincidence,” I say in mock surprise. “Me, too.”
He grins and lifts my hand to kiss it. “We’re very compatible.”
“We are,” I agree.
The rest of the ride back to my sorority house is spent in a comfortable silence. I look out the window, watching the city pass by while Niki softly strokes my hand. When it’s time to say goodnight, it’s obvious neither one of us wants to.
“Just one more night,” I whisper against his lips. “Better rest up, Niki. You’re going to need it.”
He laughs and slides his hand down to cup my ass, pulling me closer in the small interior of his car.
“I invite you to do your very worst.” His lips graze over mine, sending a shiver of pleasure all through me.
“I want a very sore dick by the time you’re done with me, Van.
” The nip he gives my bottom lip has me letting out a soft moan. “I’m counting on it.”
By the time I walk inside, I’m feeling ridiculously happy and antsy and more than a little loopy from hormones that may never calm down again.
“That’s exactly how I’d be looking if I had a boyfriend like yours.”
I look over to see Miss Francis sitting on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in her lap. She gives me a mischievous grin before saying, “Enjoy every second of it, honey. That boy is obviously crazy about you.”
“I’m pretty crazy about him too,” I tell her.
She smiles and grabs a handful of popcorn. “You’re a lucky girl. I have to be content watching smut on TV.”
“Hey, you could go out there and find a guy in a second,” I tell her, meaning every word of it. Even in her sixties, Miss Francis is a beautiful woman, and she’s fun to be around. She can be intimidating, but there’s a warmth about her that makes it impossible to not like her.
She laughs at my suggestion and shakes her head. “That sounds like a lot of work. I’d rather sit on my ass and eat popcorn and watch hot guys on TV.”
“As long as you know there are other options if you want them,” I say. “You’re a hottie, Miss Francis. If you ever want to hit the clubs, let me know. We can get all the sisters together and go out one night.”
She grins at the idea. “Maybe. I’ll let you know if I’m ever up for it.”
I tell her goodnight and then head to my room. I text Niki to let him know I’m about to go to sleep, and then I wash my face and curl up under the covers.
Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough.