Chapter 20
TWENTY
SAVANNA
After I scoop Drew out of Dalton’s arms, I make my way upstairs, tucking her in bed. I turn out her lights, close her door, and make my way back downstairs, where I find Dalton cleaning up the living room.
The blanket fort Drew begged Dalton to build now lies in scattered pieces across the living room floor. I hurry over toward him, tugging the blanket he’s folding out of his hands. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
Dalton tugs the blanket back. “No way, Savanna. Let me help. I’m the one who made this mess,” he says, folding the blanket and draping it neatly on the back of the couch.
Turning toward me, his eyes find me in the half-lit room.
“Oh, fuck it.” Dalton stalks toward me. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. I have been thinking about kissing you all day. And now that we’re alone, I don’t think I can wait another second.”
Dalton’s body presses against mine, his hands cup my face as he claims my lips in a deep, urgent kiss.
His fingers thread through my hair, holding me close.
My breath hitches between our lips before I finally melt into him.
Standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
When my core grinds against him, a moan slips past my lips.
Pulling back, Dalton's eyes turn dark, his chest heaves as he runs his hands through my hair. “Fuck, Savanna. You have no idea how bad I want you right now,” he hisses.
I glance down, taking in his length straining against his shorts and smirk. “I think I might have an idea.”
Dalton’s eyes blaze, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Such a smart ass.”
I shrug, giving him a devilish smirk.
I pull him back into a kiss, pressing my body against his and tilting his neck to the side, licking and sucking my way toward his ear. I linger on his earlobe, giving it a gentle bite as a whimper escapes him. Judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s already close to the edge.
Right then, I decide I’m going to return the favor for last night’s pleasure.
Walking us backward, I guide us to the couch, pushing Dalton down so that I’m straddling his lap. His large hands glide up and down my thighs as he drinks me in with glassy eyes. “So fucking beautiful, Savanna,” he breathes. His hands wrap around the back of my neck and pull me into a rushed kiss.
Releasing his hands from my neck, he explores me, fingertips trailing the hem of my shirt.
His calloused fingers slip underneath, tracing my skin.
I sink into his touch when his hand travels up, palming my breasts.
A moan falls out of my mouth when he rolls my nipple between his index finger and thumb.
“Dalton…that feels so good,” I whimper, rolling my hips into him, desperate for friction.
“Oh yeah? You like my hands touching you, Savanna?” Dalton pulls my shirt off, tossing it to the ground.
“Jesus, baby,” he says, drinking me in. “Fucking perfect.”
His hands palm my breast until he leans forward to take me into his mouth, nipping my nipple and swirling his tongue around it. A shot of electricity hits my core.
“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back, savoring his mouth on me.
“Where else do you like my hands, baby?” Dalton murmurs, his free hand roaming up and down my body.
“Show me,” he demands.
Biting my lip, I sit back, pulling away from Dalton’s grasp.
He senses my hesitation.
“Don’t be shy with me now, baby,” he whispers into my neck, planting soft kisses along my jawline until his lips connect with mine.
Taking the hand he has on my breast, I guide it lower, resting it on the waistband of my shorts.
Dalton’s eyes burn with heat as he watches me. Biting the inside of my cheek, I guide his hand lower, letting his fingers sink into my wetness.
A mischievous grin spreads across his lips. “Want me to put my fingers inside of you, Savanna? Is that what you want?”
With a pounding heart and flushed cheeks, I nod.
Dalton chuckles. “Well, in that case…anything for my girl.” A finger slowly presses into me, stretching me, causing me to whimper.
“Fuck, baby. So fucking wet,” he coos, pumping his finger in and out of me. “Did I make you this dripping wet, Savanna?”
I nod, barely able to catch my breath as I relish the feeling of Dalton’s finger inside of me. He wears a satisfied smile as my hips buck against him.
“Good. I want to be the only one to get you this fucking wet. You understand that, Savanna?” he growls, possessiveness seeping from his tone.
I nod, speechless. With my body on top of Dalton and his hands inside me, I must have forgotten how to speak.
“Good.” He adds another finger into me, pumping harder and faster as his thumb finds my clit, moving in gentle circles. I fall into his chest, panting as my arousal builds.
It’s shameful how turned on I am riding his hand right now.
Sensing I’m close, Dalton presses harder on my clit, making my vision blur. I can feel the sensation in my lower belly build.
“So fucking pretty, baby. You ride my hand so well. Come on my fingers, baby,” Dalton gushes. “Let me see you fall apart for me.”
I grind into his hand one last time before letting myself go. Burying my face into the crevice of his neck, I let out a quiet moan, squeezing around his fingers.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe into his ear.
I continue riding out my orgasm until his fingers slowly come to a stop. Sliding his fingers out of me, he takes them and sucks them dry.
“Fucking perfect,” he mews, licking them clean.
My eyes widen as I watch him taste me. That one small action nearly makes me come for the second time tonight. Struggling to catch my breath, Dalton crashes his lips back to mine. His kiss and the arousal in his pants are begging for a release.
“My turn.”
Dalton’s eyes flare as I slide my hand into his shorts and grip his pulsing length.
“Dammit, Savanna,” Dalton pants. “Your hand feels too good on me.”
I stroke him, pumping and twisting gently as Dalton’s head falls back onto the couch. “I want you, Savanna.” His eyes glaze over with arousal.
I kiss him once more, before sliding off him—knees hitting the floor. Dalton’s eyes widen like he can’t believe I’m about to put my lips around his cock.
“Can I taste you?” I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Fuck, Savanna. You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” he groans, watching me.
I pull his length from his shorts, marveling at the firmness in my hands.
Maintaining eye contact with Dalton, my tongue licks him from base to head slowly, his eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he watches.
“Fuck, Savanna. Baby, I’m going to last two seconds,” he admits, his head hitting the back of the couch with a thud. He rakes in a breath, pressing his eyes shut.
I smile against his length. I want to see how wild I can drive him.
I want to see him come undone for me.
Taking him all the way into my mouth, my head bobs slowly. Adjusting for his size, I change positions.
“You look so damn good like that,” Dalton rasps, his eyes locked on mine.
I moan in approval, causing a grunt to fall from his lips. Dalton threads his fingers into my hair as he watches my mouth move.
When he hits the back of my throat, his eyes fly open.“Fuuuck,” he moans.
I run my tongue along his base before swirling around his tip. Through ragged breaths, he groans in pure ecstasy. I quicken the pace, sucking and teasing his tip.
Dalton pants, thrusting into me. “Fuck. Yes. Keep doing that.”
He’s close.
I feel his legs shake against me as I suck harder. His body goes rigid, with the first drop of saltiness hitting my tongue. I take all of him in my mouth, finishing him off slowly.
A labored groan escapes his lips. “Jesus. Savanna…”
Dalton collapses onto the back of the couch in a fatigued daze. I peck his length and tuck him back into his shorts. His hands find my arms, pulling me to straddle him again.
He kisses me softly, mumbling into my lips, “You’re fucking trouble, baby.”
Resting my forehead against his shoulder, I move in rhythm with Dalton’s body as he catches his breath. Pulling back, I trace lazy circles across his chest. “What would you have wished for if you’d won the bet today?”
Dalton pulls me back in for a soft kiss. “You.”