Chapter 3
Three
Savannah
“Oh god, I can’t believe you just did that,” I panted breathlessly as he turned into my bedroom.
“Carried you? These muscles aren’t just for show, little elf,” Bram replied, tossing me onto the bed with care, but tossing me all the same.
His fingers slid under the hem of my sweater, slow and deliberate, peeling the fabric away like he was unveiling a secret treasure.
The forest green of my bra caught his gaze.
I felt it too, that deep, rich color highlighted my reddish orange hair and bright hazel eyes.
I watched Bram trace the lace vines on my bra, his eyes lingering on every curve he was about to claim.
The weight of his stare settled over me, and suddenly I wasn’t self-conscious or hiding.
He saw me, every single dip and curve. Wide straps hugged my shoulders, strong and steady, just like the way his hands pressed into my waist, grounding me.
Tugging my jeans lower, Bram slowly revealed my matching panties.
They sat high on my hips, the soft mesh teasing my skin, satin edges shimmering faintly under the warm light.
Heat blossomed low in my belly, a delicious fire sparked by the knowledge that this wasn’t just a fleeting glance. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I managed.
“Me? Aren’t you sweet?”
Bram ran his hands all over my legs, upward to my thighs, gently caressing my soft belly as he moved higher to my breasts. He reached behind me, unhooking my bra. Taking each one in his hand, he licked my nipples, biting harder than I usually liked, enough to make me moan.
“Not so much pressure,” I protested, but I liked his mouth there.
“Red for stop. Yellow to slow down. Otherwise you told me your limits,” he chastised and reminded at the same time. “Since this is our first time together, if you remember something you can add to your list, but impatience is not a good enough reason.”
“Got it. Impatience isn’t a reason…” I muttered, trailing off when he returned his mouth to my nipples, sucking and teasing. I threaded my fingers into his dirty blonde hair, lightly tugging as he continued. “Oh, fuck.”
“Lay back.”
I leaned on my elbows. “Not yet. I want to see you.”
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities to see me, Savannah. Do as I said.”
Hm. Decisions, decisions. Though he knew the sort of things I was into, and I had explained it, it didn’t necessarily mean he was very kinky. Or that he wanted to engage in those things. “I’d rather watch you strip down, Bram.”
He rubbed a hand across his mouth. When I thought I had the upper hand, he took hold of my waist and flipped me like a pancake. I barely had enough breath to gasp.
“Naughty little elf,” he chided as he cracked his palm against my upper thigh.
“Ow.” I arched, trying to ease the sting from his hand. Bram undeterred grabbed the waistband of my panties and peeled them down to my ankles and off. One hand pressed down on my lower back while the other punished the lower curves of my butt.
“In here, you’ll do as I say and you’ll do it without pushback. Am I understood?”
“Whatever,” I said, groaning as he continued spanking me. Each hard slap was followed by a long caress against my ample bottom. I loved it. I’d always enjoyed the pain that blossomed into heat more than anything else.
“Am I understood or not, Savannah? Answer me quickly.”
“What’s it matter if this is only for one night, Bram?” I asked in a haughty tone, covering up the vulnerability suddenly flooding through me.
He pulled me along the length of the mattress, sitting down and turning me around so he could look into my eyes.
“The point is to get your overthinking, eggnog-addled brain to stop panicking. I hope we have more than tonight, but if we don’t?
I still want you to relax into this moment.
The here and now. Fighting me is going to make it take longer, and while I have nowhere to be but here, it will delay your satisfaction. ”
“Fine, no more pushback,” I agreed. Though I’d have agreed to almost anything with the way he studied me.
“Spread your legs.”
For once I obeyed, parting my legs and leaning back on my elbows.
It wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but it was close.
Bram grabbed his sweater, yanking it over his head and revealing tons of tattoos across his chest, down his torso.
Holy crap. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.
His hands moved to the button of his jeans, shucking out of them until he was left in only black boxer briefs.
“That’s a good girl for listening,” he muttered, climbing onto the bed and in between my legs.
His mouth dipped down to my clit, and I forgot every insecurity I’d ever had.
My hands returned to his hair, the thick locks soft in between my fingers.
I managed not to pull on them, though his hair was trapped in some sort of elastic band.
He brought me to orgasm quickly, but it wasn’t surprising since only my toys had gotten me there over the past year or so.
I screamed as I came, arching upward. I snapped the band holding his golden tresses and they spilled out across his shoulders. “Oh, fucking hell. Sorry about that.”
“I have more hair ties. It’s not a big deal. Besides, you seem much more relaxed now,” he said, gently untangling my fingers from his hair.
“Oh, you have no idea. Mmmmm.” I lay boneless in yummy post-orgasmic bliss while Bram plucked a condom from his wallet.
He wasted no time in sliding those tight boxer-briefs off, leaving him naked while I lost the battle of trying not to check out what he was working with.
Like the rest of him, his cock was magnificent; long and thick.
Bram rubbed himself a few times before rolling on the condom. “I wish you could see how gorgeous you look spread out for me.”
I cooed as he finished with the condom. “I haven’t had sex in a while either.”
“Don’t let those doubts back into your head, Savannah.” He walked around to the side of the bed, pulling me into the middle and climbing on top of me. “Just be in the moment.”
He cupped my face, kissing me deeply, passionately.
Filled with the promise of more than one night.
Yet, I returned it with fervor, allowing him to lead and set the pace.
Bram set one of my ankles on his shoulder, adjusting his body so he could enter my pussy a little at a time without overwhelming me.
I’d thought I was in bliss from his mouth, but when he slid all the way inside, some cross between a moan and a grunt came out of my lips. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”
“If that changes, or you need me to switch positions, let me know.”
He moved slow and deep as he thrusted in and out of me as if we’d done this dance before.
Our bodies connected intimately and for the first time, I stayed present.
Bram brought me to peak more than once, my pussy clenching around his thickness.
He shifted us around trying poses I was certain I’d never be able to get into again.
“Oh, god, right there…”
“That’s it. Come again for me, sweetheart. I can feel how close you are.”
Though I thought I knew what to expect, each new position brought me so much pleasure.
We started the night as strangers, but his unexpected handling drove me to heights I’d never experienced.
Multiple orgasms, passionate kisses, dirty talk and gentle but commanding touches.
When he finally pulled out for the last time, we lay face to face on my bed, breathing heavily as the peaceful serenity in the quiet of my bedroom stretched around us.
“You can sleep in my bed, if you want, instead of on the couch. Unless you want the couch.” I retracted my offer as quickly as the words tumbled out and hoped I didn’t offend him.
“Why don’t we rinse off in your shower and you can tell me what would make you the most comfortable?” He planted his feet on the floor and held out his hand, beckoning me to take it.
“Right. Excellent plan,” I agreed though my heart very much warred with my logical brain.
Leading us into my attached bathroom, I started the shower. I knew that no matter how much fun we had in my bed, that after tomorrow it would be highly unlikely that I’d keep in touch with him. Viking Daddy or not. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, no matter how slow we embarked into one.
One magical snowy night was all we’d have together, because my brain won the battle. Showing him vulnerability wasn’t in the plan, but his unwavering presence, strong and silent made me wish it was.