14. Savanna
Savanna
Ilaugh, but Niki just kisses my thumb again and lifts a brow, waiting for me to answer the question that he just surprised the hell out of me with.
His large body is still cocooning mine, his cock still not fully soft and still taking up enough room to remind me of how sore I’m going to be, and the expression on his face is a mix of so many emotions, but the one I notice most is the worry I see in his grey eyes, the fear that I’ll say no.
“What about my classes?” I ask, figuring I’ll start with the most obvious issue.
“What about them? The drive isn’t that far. I’ll be able to take you most days, but I’ll get you your own car, of course. Whatever you want.”
“Niki, you can’t just buy me a car.”
“Why not?”
“I feel bad enough taking the computer and iPad,” I tell him. “I’m not going to be a mooch.”
His whole face softens as he strokes my cheek.
“You could never be a mooch, Van, and you can accept the car because things are different now. I gave you the computer before we were even officially dating. You’re my girlfriend now.
That changes everything. You’re mine, so let me take care of you and spoil you like I want.
You have no idea how happy it makes me to do it. ”
He’s hard to say no to when I can tell he’s being so genuine.
I think about it, knowing I’d feel the same way if things were reversed and I was crazy wealthy and he was a struggling college student working his ass off to get his degree so he could start teaching.
I’d share everything I had with him and be happy to do it.
I would never once think he was using me or that it was unfair.
“You’re very hard to say no to,” I tell him.
He grins down at me and very slowly rocks his hips, reminding me that he’s still not soft. “Is it because of this? Because I’m not above using my dick to get my way on this.”
“It’s not because of that,” I say with a laugh, but when he moves again, there’s no denying that it’s a hell of a bargaining chip.
“I would do the same thing for you, if things were reversed,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry I can’t spoil you like that. Probably not ever, if I’m being honest. Kindergarten teachers don’t get paid a lot. ”
“You’re forgetting something very important,” he says, leaning down to give me a soft kiss. “What’s mine is yours. You’re a millionaire, baby.”
I laugh at him and shake my head.
He pulls back and watches me. “Something funny?”
“Yeah, the idea of me being a millionaire is hilarious,” I tell him.
I’m living off of whatever financial aid I have left over after paying for my classes and books, and even though my parents help me out more than I’m comfortable with, I still have to live very carefully or my bank account will hit a zero balance.
“Hmm,” he says while brushing a sweaty strand of hair off my forehead.
“Well, prepare to laugh your ass off then, Van, because I’ve already added your name to my account.
Your new debit and credit card should be arriving in the mail tomorrow.
Feel free to buy whatever you want. Our balance will never drop.
” He gives me a wicked grin that’s unbelievably sexy and says, “Perks of falling in love with a hacker.”
“I feel like I should be morally opposed to this,” I tell him.
“Are you?”
I think about it and then shake my head. “No. I know you well enough to know you might steal, but I’m guessing you also secretly donate a ton of money, and I know you wouldn’t ever take from those in need.”
He seems surprised that I would assume that, and it breaks my heart a little bit because I think everyone except Niki is aware of how big his heart is.
“What charities?” I ask, not even bothering to ask if I’m right first.
“A few,” he admits. “Several no-kill animal shelters, a few that try to clean the oceans and help wildlife, lots of orphanages around the world, but the main one I like to give to is a charity that helps victims of sex trafficking. They need a lot of counseling and medical attention after surviving something like that, and most of them don’t have the money for any of it, so they’re just left on their own with no help.
Meanwhile, the richest people on earth sit on their asses and buy islands and new yachts and don’t give a shit about anyone else unless it’s tax season and they need to rack up the deductibles. It’s disgusting.”
I tighten my arms and legs around him, overcome by the need to be as wrapped up in him as possible. “You’re perfect,” I tell him, and I swear he blushes a tiny bit at my praise.
“I think you might be a little loopy after your orgasms,” he says.
“Maybe, but you’re still perfect.” I grin and kiss his beautiful, full lips. “I can’t believe I get to ride that dick anytime I want.”
He laughs while I kiss him, and I want to bottle this moment up and save it forever, because it’s perfect, and life doesn’t often give you moments that are so utterly flawless. I wouldn’t change a single thing.
With one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other hand cupping his face, I look into his grey eyes and say, “Thank you, Niki.”
“For what?”
“For giving me the best first time anyone could ever ask for. You made me feel safe and loved. It was perfect.”
I feel the brush of his fingers against my neck as he strokes my skin.
“You never need to thank me for things like that, for treating you how you should be treated. Besides, I’m definitely the one who should be thanking you.
I can’t believe I got to lose my virginity to you,” he says, looking down at me like he’s still trying to figure out how he got so lucky, while I’m lying beneath him thinking the exact same thing about him.
“I guess as long as we both keep thinking things like that about each other, we should do okay for the long term, don’t you think?” I ask him.
“It makes sense that I would think it,” he says, “but your reasons will forever remain a mystery to me.”
The smile I’m giving him turns into a wince when he moves and I’m reminded of how sore I am.
“How bad is it?” he asks while being careful to remain still.
“It’s not that bad,” I say, but when he just raises a brow at me, I add, “Let’s just say you better not laugh at me if I walk funny for the rest of the night. And possibly tomorrow.”
“How about a soak? Think that will help? Some nice hot water while you rest against me and then we can order supper and have it delivered. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” I wince again and then hiss out a breath when he slowly slides out of me. I feel bad because he’s clearly ready for round two while I’m so sore I don’t even think I can move to close my legs. I just lay splayed out on the bed, unable to move and too sore to care.
His eyes soften when he sees how much pain I’m in, but before he can say the apology I know he’s about to say, I beat him to it and say, “I don’t regret a thing, and I wanted every second of this.
I’ll heal in no time and then we’re going to be doing this again, so stop looking sad.
” I motion in between my legs. “We just need to break this thing in. She’s not used to getting any action. ”
He laughs, even though he still looks worried, and then he leans down so he can kiss the sore, stinging ache from my body. I feel the heat of his breath against my delicate skin as he murmurs words I can’t hear and slowly kisses every inch of my sex with a gentle reverence that makes my eyes water.
“What are you saying?” I ask when he gives me one last kiss before lifting up.
Leaning over, he scoops me into his arms with an ease that reminds me of exactly how strong he is and says, “I was apologizing and promising that I’d make it up to you.”
I grin and rest my head on his shoulder while he carries me into the bathroom and to the large soaking tub that I’m really excited to try out. Being rich does have its perks, and I’m minutes away from sinking into one of them.
He sets me down so he can start the hot water, and I take the opportunity to admire the naked man in front of me. I haven’t had a chance to really study his tattoos, so I let my eyes run over all the ink, noticing the way his muscles flex and tense with every movement he makes.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Van,” he says while he grabs a bottle of vanilla bubble bath. “I bought this for you. I thought you might like it.”
“I do,” I say, breathing in the comforting scent when it rises up from the steamy water. “Thank you for getting it, and of course I’m staring at you. Your body is stunning, and I’m really glad we decided to be naked all weekend.”
He turns his head to grin at me, but the amusement in his eyes quickly turns to something else when his gaze slowly trails down my body.
His enjoyment at what he sees is impossible to miss, and when I can’t help but stare at the giant dick jutting out from his body, he gives a deep laugh and holds his hand out for mine.
“Come on, you need to rest. Stop looking at me like you want to ravage my body. You’re making it very hard to behave.”
I step into the large tub, scooting up enough so he can get in behind me. When we’re both sitting and my back is pressed to his chest, I feel him digging into me and say, “Yeah, this’ll make things a lot easier.”
“Well, being near you and not being inside you is always going to be torture now that I know how amazing you feel.” He brushes my wet hair to the side and kisses my shoulder. “It’s a tremendous burden to carry, Van, but I’ll do my best to endure it with dignity.”
I smile and lean into him while he gives me a soft bite and then wraps his arms around me.
The hot water starts to work its magic. It loosens my muscles and soothes the ache between my legs while I rest against him.
He lazily runs his fingers along my wet chest, stopping to occasionally cup my breast and drag his thumb along my nipple.
My eyes drift closed when he grabs the soap and slowly starts to wash me.