Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Axel
My eyes track her across my kitchen later that night as she stirs heavy cream into a bowl of melted chocolate. She’s making mousse, my favorite dessert. And watching her like this makes me think one thing: I can't deny it anymore.
I’m a damn puppy dog when it comes to this woman.
“I can only imagine one thing sweeter than that melted chocolate you’re stirring.” I push my empty glass away, standing from the table and placing a warm hand on her elbow.
Her eyelids flutter open wide.
My entire body is strung tight and aching for her. Just the thought of bending her over the kitchen island and making a feast of the warmth between her thighs is enough to make me leak like a faucet.
“You’ve been so busy worrying about what I like,” I whisper, hand at her waist, pinning her between the counter and me. “What do you like, Savannah?”
She can’t speak, her round little mouth panting breathless pants and making my erection pound a little harder with the need to feel the woman I love on another level.
“I like spending time with you.”
I grin, pride rioting through me. “Glad to hear that.” I press my lips to hers, gentle at first and then with more fervor.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I breathe between kisses.
“I exhaust myself thinking of all the ways I could kiss you.” I nip at the side of her smile.
“Make you all soft and warm in my hands…”
My hands travel up her body, discovering all the curvy new territory of her hips and waist. I tighten my hold, pressing her against my hard muscles.
“Do you want me to keep kissing you, Savannah?”
She nods softly, her tongue darting out to trace my own sensitive lips.
She tastes like chocolate and honey and a hint of cinnamon, and every second she’s on my taste buds, I only want more.
“Say it.”
She nods. “Please, kiss me, Axel.”
Her words are all it takes for the animal in me to take over. Hands at her hips, grinding against her, I run my tongue along the seam and then lunge.
Our tongues dancing and tangling together, I scent her deeply through my nose, the cinnamon and fire of her enough to send me into overdrive. I slip my hands under the band of her leggings and slide them down her thighs. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, please, Axel, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Mm. You make me want to do things like protect you.” I lift her up onto the island, her ass cheeks against the cold granite countertop.
I push my hands up her creamy thighs, digging my fingertips in deep and sliding her pretty ass toward my face. “And spend my nights buried between these beautiful thighs.”
I push her legs apart, my thumbs stroking the wet seam of her little cotton underwear.
“So fucking soaked for me, Savannah.” I pat her damp panties. “I love how responsive you are to my touch.”
She moans, back arching off the counter and right for my mouth.
“Eager pussy we have here.” I grin, sliding my nose against the damp fabric. “And smells sweeter than mountain honeysuckle.”
My hands crawl up her creamy skin, lifting her t-shirt as I go and patrolling every inch of her silky property.
“I need to taste you. Do you want me to?”
She hums, arches, fingers meeting mine at the center of her chest.
“Say it,” I order.
“Please taste me. I’m so soaking wet and ready for you.”
I growl against her soft pussy, pleased when she trembles against me and a fresh wave of desire soaks her little panties. “You like to dirty talk, don’t you?”
She moans softly, trying to grind her greedy little hips against my face.
“Say it.”
She huffs with irritation, fingers squeezing my hand in silent begging.
“Say it.” My cock leaks with anticipation, but my need for her to be okay with every step of this is even more powerful.
“I love when you talk dirty to my pussy,” she whispers softly.
“Good.” I dip my nose across her leaking warmth, thinking I’m about to tear those little panties off with my teeth any second. “Now say it so the neighbors can hear you.”
She pauses for a moment as if pondering my words, before I leave her no choice and tear at the elastic of her panties with my teeth, the tear of the fabric against her soft skin enough to send me cumming for the next week.
And then Savannah screams, “Mm, Axel, yes, please, please, keep talking dirty to me. Please don’t stop.”
I laugh against her now-bare warmth, mouth watering as I gaze on her sweet, glistening goodness.
“That’s what I like, baby.” I grasp my hands at her thick thighs, pulling her dripping pussy where it belongs, against my face. “Keep it nice and loud. It’s hard to hear when I’ve got your beautiful thighs around my ears.”
My tongue traces the seam of her lips, and she trembles wildly. “Axel—oh God!”
I grin, diving deeper, stabbing my tongue through her pink engorged folds and sucking with raw fire raging through my veins.
Every single one of her breathy moans registers in the base of my balls, and my cock bites against my zipper, inching closer to a release as I continue to brush against the counter.
Gyrating eagerly, I lick at her hot heat, hands tweaking at her nipples and roaming the heavy flesh of her gorgeous breasts.
I groan against her pussy, thinking of the way she’s flashed her cleavage every time she’s leaned over to offer me more food tonight, and all I’ve wanted to do is jerk my cock in my hands and then blow my load across her creamy breasts.
With an erotic shudder, Savannah’s sweet little pussy trembles, thighs shaking at my ears before her soft pants turn to desperate cries and she creams on my tongue. I eagerly suck up everything she has to give.
My own release threatens to barrel forward uncontrollably, my balls drawing up tight as the edge of the island gives just enough friction against the tip of my cock that pre-cum leaks from the tip. The denim on my jeans dampens almost instantly, the juice of her pussy still sliding down my lips.
My gaze slides around the counter, settling on the spoon she used to stir the melted chocolate. I grab it with one hand, pushing her shirt over her head with the other, pink lacy bra and hard little nipples waiting for me.
With one hand, I slide the chocolate-covered spoon across the cups of her bra and then draw lines down her torso straight to her sweet juicy pussy.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of the sweetest pussy in the world…” I lick the chocolate off her skin, sucking extra hard at the nubs of her nipples to make them stand stiff and pert, before ending at her juicy mouth, kissing sweetly and grinding my dick against her warm, silky folds.
“Sweetest girl with the sweetest pussy.” I kiss her slowly. “I’m a prisoner.” I suck at the flesh of her neck. “Are you sure you want to go further?”
“Yes, I’m more than sure,” she admits.
“I need you to know that there’s never been anyone else.”
“Y-you’re a virgin?” She gasps as I swirl my fingertips along her soaked seam.
“Yeah, baby. There’s never been anyone else for me but you.”
“That’s–I never–I can’t believe–you waited for me too. I’ve never been with anyone either, Axel.”
I groan, because words don’t exist for this moment.
I push the zipper down on my jeans and then work my throbbing cock against her entrance.
With slow, measured movements, I work myself inside of her, inch by inch.
She arches, gasps, drags her nails over my shoulders, then locks her heels around my waist and pulls me in further.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I say.
“No, it’s…you’re perfect. Don’t stop.” She gasps beneath me, her breath hot against my skin, and every nerve-ending in my body hums with satisfaction. She’s blushing, breathless, and so sweet. I can’t help but grin too, that childish flush of pride and awkwardness rattling through me.
I murmur how sweet she is against her temple, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
Before she can protest, I hold her against me and carry her off the counter, careful not to spill an ounce of this moment.
Her arms lock around my neck as I settle her onto the couch, her sweet, yielding weight pressing into my thighs.
She grinds back onto me, and I groan. Every inch of her moves like silk, and I’m dizzy with the power of having brought this fierce woman to her knees.
My hands explore her curves—her hips, the soft planes of her back—my calloused palms igniting goosebumps as they travel upward.
I lean in, capturing her nipple between my lips, sucking and nipping just enough to make her tremble.
Her soft moans vibrate against my tongue, and I taste the salty-sweet of her skin.
“You’re so responsive,” I growl, then slap her thigh in an impulsive spank that makes her gasp.
I cradle her head in my hands so she can’t look away. Every worry she’s carried, every pang of fear–they’re mine to carry now. “No matter what, I always want you to feel safe with me.” My voice softens. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
Her breathing steadies, relief softening her features. My heart expands, full of fierce protectiveness and longing. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted—and I want her to know it.
When I kiss her, it’s a confession, a promise, a roar of pure need. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as desire ignites between us again. Her lips part beneath mine, and I taste her fear melting into trust.
She whispers, “I want you, Axel. I need you. Always.”
I crush my mouth to hers, asserting my claim without a shred of doubt. “You never have to beg me for anything. Ask, and I come running. You own me, Savannah—you own me more than you’ll ever know.”
I lift her into my arms as easily as if she were weightless, pressing her against me. “You belong to me.” My tone is firm, dominant, and her wide, eager eyes send a thrill weaving through my veins.
I lean close until my lips brush her ear. “Tell me,” I whisper, voice low and insistent, “who do you belong to?”
She breathes my name, soft and certain: “I’m yours, Axel.”