Chapter Sixteen
M y fingers scratch at her scalp as I lather up her shampoo and gather the rest of her hair so I can wash it. She moans a little as I press harder, the sound shooting straight to my dick. She is so fucking stunning, every glorious, naked inch of her. Firm muscles from the hours spent dancing and training, long legs, tan skin, flesh I want to sink my teeth into over and over so her body is littered with my mark.
I guide her under the spray and wash the suds from her hair, obsessed with the way it slips through my fingers like silk. When it’s free of soap, I apply her conditioner and she turns, letting it sit in her hair.
Her blue eyes dip down my body, taking me in. It’s the first time either of us have seen each other naked and much like I did with her, she looks everywhere, from the smattering of hair across my chest to the muscles that carve up my torso and then lower, to my cock that’s semi hard and getting ready to take her again.
The rope snapped.
Knowing she had been on a date, had been close to another man, it sliced my restraint in half. Not having her wasn’t an option, my soul be damned.
Mine.
“Keep looking at me like that, Tiny Dancer,” I warn her, cock jerking, “And I’ll make it so you can’t walk.”
Her lashes flutter and lips pop open, water catching in the corners of her mouth. With a swallow, she scrapes her nails over my abs, bumping over each ridge until she passes through the hair at the base of my cock and then takes the shaft into her small palm. Her fingers don’t reach all the way around and then she licks her lips.
“Savannah,” I warn.
She gives me a flirty little smile, and with the water still cascading over the both of us, she lowers herself to her knees.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” She looks up at me, droplets of water clinging to her skin before she leans in and flicks her tongue on the very tip of me. My knees damn near buckle and I snatch out a hand to steady myself .
“Fuck,” I growl as she sucks me past her lips, covering the crown with her mouth, all the while she keeps her eyes on me, looking up from beneath her lashes.
She sucks me in deeper, taking my cock toward the back of her throat before she pulls back and bobs her head again, going further than before.
My hand snakes around to the back of her head, her hair slick with conditioner but I get a grip on it as I pump my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
“That’s it, baby,” The water hits the back of my head as I look down at her, lips stretched around my dick, eyes watering, “Suck it down.”
She gags again but I don’t give her any mercy, thrusting into her mouth until she takes almost all of me. I’m not small but she’s doing so fucking well and looks so damn pretty on her knees all wet and bare for me.
How can something so fucking wrong feel so damn right?
Her hands slap against my thighs, nails biting into my skin as I continue to take my pleasure, fucking her face until a warning zaps down my spine.
I want to see it.
“Don’t swallow, Savannah,” I tell her as I pump my hips harder. She takes it all so fucking well, swirling her tongue and sucking until my orgasm rips through me. I empty onto her tongue with a long groan that joins the sound of the running water, ropes of my come coating her mouth.
“Open up,” I demand, pulling out of her mouth and as I go, my come dribbles from her lips, a pool of it on her tongue. “Don’t waste it now,” I command, “Swallow it down.”
Her throat bobs as she obeys, swallowing every single drop and when she’s done, I wipe up the excess on her lips with my thumb. “That what you wanted?” I ask.
“Mm,” She nods, rising to stand and press her mouth to mine. Kissing Savannah was a fantasy I never thought could happen, there’s too much between us, a ten-year age gap, a friendship with her brother but in my thirty-three years, I have never felt anything that makes me feel this alive.
Nothing else matters, there is no past, and there is no present, it’s just us in a bubble where nothing else exists.
She steals my breath and yet breathes life back into me, filling all the splinters and fragments of my soul until all I can see is her.
Pulling back, she presses one last tender kiss to the corner of my mouth and then tips her head back to wash away the conditioner from her hair, leaving me a little stunned as I watch her. How am I meant to stop this?
How is this supposed to be a one-time thing when the only thing that makes sense is her?
I told myself as I held her against that wall that this was it, I just needed a taste, a hit to satisfy the craving but once is never going to be enough.
I need more.
When she’s clean, she climbs from the shower and wraps a towel around herself while I finish up and follow behind her. I grab the last towel on the rack and accept her hand when she offers it to guide me from the bathroom.
“I don’t have any furniture set up,” She explains, stopping at the door to what I assume will be her bedroom. There are boxes everywhere and a mattress on the floor with sheets thrown over it. “But…”
“You should have called us,” I grumble, looking at all the moving boxes, flat packed furniture and suitcases scattered around her bedroom.
“I wanted to do it myself.” There’s a vulnerability to her tone that catches me off guard, “I never get to just do it.”
“This is a lot for one person to do,” I tell her, tampering down the need to take control of it all and just do it myself.
“I know.” She agrees, “But it’s not like there’s a rush.”
“She says with a mattress on the floor and her clothes spilling out an open suitcase.”
“I lived on a tour bus,” She scoffs, “This is pure luxury in comparison. ”
I chuckle, “And you expect me to sleep on the floor?”
She side eyes me, clearly not impressed, “By all means, go on home.”
I snatch an arm out, wrapping it around her waist and tug her back until her spine hits my bare chest and a breath rushes from her. “Not an option, Tiny Dancer.”
“Then the floor it is,” She whispers breathlessly.
“Mm,” I agree, my hand roaming toward the knot holding her towel together at her chest. I hook my fingers there, holding still, “You really think it would be over that quickly?”
“I don’t know,” Her voice shakes.
I laugh though it’s not in amusement, it’s quite dark, even to my ears. Her body trembles in my arms, “Want me to spell it out for you, Savannah?”
“Please,” She swallows and it’s enough for me. I tug the knot, loosening it until it comes free and falls from her body. Her skin is still damp from the shower and her hair is dripping water, the droplets running down her chest, over the mound of her breast. Her muscles jump as my palm slides down her abdomen, to that space between her legs and I cup her pussy, the warmth of her a brand.
She whimpers, leaning further onto me, my cock hard behind my own towel as it presses into her ass.
“Lay down for me, Savannah,” I command gently, “Spread your legs. ”
Her knees tremble as she steps away, lowering onto the mattress on her floor and lays flat on her back, eyes on mine as she drops her knees apart.
My teeth bite together. There is not enough time to explore all of her, to worship every inch of her body. Not enough seconds, or minutes or hours to learn her, I want to lose myself. I drag my eyes away, only to search the room for what I need and when I spot her make-up bag, the contents spilling out across the floor in front of a small, round vanity mirror I know I’ve found exactly what I need.
Stepping away, I grab the bag and rifle through until I find what I am looking for and with it grasped in my hand, I go back to her, getting to my knees on the floor at the end of the bed.
Savannah moves to close her legs, a blush stealing across her cheeks, “Ah, ah,” I tut, “I need to spell it for you, Savannah.”
“Killian,” she bites her bottom lip so I move, pushing myself between her legs so she can’t close them and hide from me.
Opening my palm, I take the item between my fingers and pop off the cap, twisting until the bright red lipstick has been pushed up from the bottom.
I don’t give her a chance to question what I am doing as I put the tip to her inner thigh, moving the waxy pigment over her skin as I spell it for her.
M. The red of the lipstick is a stark contrast to the color of her skin, smearing against her .
I. Her body quivers, the line of the letter no longer straight.
N. Goosebumps prickle her skin as her breath kicks up.
E. The last letter comes dangerously close to the glistening spot between her legs.
Mine.
“You see?” I toss the lipstick onto the floor, listening to it as it rolls and thumps against a box, “You see what it spells Savannah?”
She looks down, eyes scanning the letters I have written on her inner thigh.
“You may not have known it,” My voice is a low rumble, body moving until I am hovering above her, lining myself up but keeping my weight off her frame, “But you have always been mine. I watched you. I waited. I held myself back but no more Savannah. I am fucking weak. I cannot stay away.”
Her wide eyes search my face, a long pause turning the air between us heavy but then she lunges and her mouth clashes with mine so violently, I taste blood. It doesn’t stop me, I force my tongue between her lips, stealing her breath to fill my lungs. Her thighs tighten around my hips, cradling my body against hers and I grind forward, my cock pushing against her soft core.
More. More. More.
As if sensing my desperation, Savannah reaches for the towel secured around my hips, snatching it away so there is no more barrier between us. The head of my cock grinds through her pussy, her slick wet lips parting and coating me with her.
But I’ve already taken her hot and heavy, this time I want slow. I want to learn. I want to read her body like it’s a map that’ll lead me to the greatest fucking treasure.
She chases me as I pull away and with a smirk, I push her legs further apart and lower myself between her thighs.