She flinches.
“It’s okay.” I run my thumb down the length of her bicep as she leans against me. “Trust takes time to build, and I’m here to build it.”
I want to tell her that I never cheated on Molly or my test paper. But I’m kind of scared that even if I told her the truth, she won’t believe me. Just like Dad. Trust needs to be built in both directions. That’s not what stops me though. What stops me from sharing is that my mouth is suddenly busy.
Savannah cups my jaw as she kisses me, her fingertips curling into my skin. I guess we’re done talking, which is fine by me. I kiss her back, softly, sweetly, but she doesn’t seem to be into that right now. Her kisses are demanding, aggressive, and if she doesn’t slow down I’m going to embarrass myself and come right there on the bed before she’s even touched my cock.
My pants are uncomfortably tight. My dick is pointing her way like she’s due north on a fucking compass, and when her delicate fingers unbutton my pants, I groan into her mouth. She tastes of pineapple and coconut. I let her steal some of my pie to try and the combination is almost as enchanting as she is.
I run interference at my crotch though, stopping her from opening the zipper. If she wraps her hand around my cock I’m going to blow. And I really don’t want her to think I’m a chump. Luckily for me she’s wearing leggings, so I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and pause, waiting for permission.
Her nails curl into my shoulder as she grunts. She covers my hand with hers and shoves it higher up her leg so I’m cupping her pussy. Heat radiates through the fabric of her crotch, she’s already damp.
Fuck.
“Don’t stop.” She pulls her head back and glares at me.
I don’t usually dig taking orders, either in or out of the bedroom. It’s why I prefer being captain to following someone else out on the ice. But something about her command drives me forward. I slip my hand under the band of her yoga pants, and her body softens against my side as my fingers trail lower.
She’s bare, smooth, and absolutely fucking soaking. She shivers against me as I slide my fingers through her arousal before withdrawing my hand.
She’s panting and smacks my shoulder with a light flick of her hand. “I said don’t stop. What are you—?” Her voice cuts off as my fingers touch my lips.
“I’m tasting you, pretty girl.”
“Oh.” The single syllable falls from her mouth on a sigh as her eyes stay glued to my lips. As soon as I’ve licked her juices from my fingers, humming in delight, she’s tugging at me to kiss her again.
My hand finds its way back between her legs. She rolls her hips forward to meet my hand as I circle her clit.
“It’s not easy to make me come.” Her chest heaves, and her cheeks are pink. “I can…”
Is she serious right now? “You can what, Vannah?”
“I can finish myself.” She shrugs like her words mean nothing. Like she’s just told me she’s all out of milk or something. The air deflates from my lungs like she’s hit me in the chest with a battering ram. Hell fucking no.
She turns her head into my shoulder as I continue my endeavors between her legs. My fingers strum her clit like it’s a perfectly tuned guitar. From her noises, she’s definitely enjoying it, but after that statement from her, I’m wondering if she’s conditioned herself to fake it, to make all the right noises just to please whoever she’s with.
That won’t fly with me. I don’t need my ego stroked. I need my woman sated.
I’ll be damned if I’m letting this beautiful woman either fake it or not finish. Hell fucking no. I don’t know if she’s ever had an orgasm from someone else before or not, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to make her fall apart, even if it takes all goddamn night.
“Savannah?”
When she doesn’t answer, I stop my fingers in their tracks, and she whimpers.
“Savannah.” My voice is harder, but this is something I need her to hear, really hear, and absorb.
“Please don’t stop.”
“I need you to listen to me right now. I will never ask you to finish for me yourself, unless we’re both getting ourselves off together. Do you understand? It may take hours. I may need to use toys. But I won’t ever quit until you come for me. Okay?”
She nods, but her eyes tell me she doesn’t believe me. I don’t know what her damage is with her exes but bet your ass I’m going to prove to her that I’m not full of shit.
I start circling her clit again in earnest. “Has anyone ever made you come before?”
She opens her mouth, and lets out a moan as my fingers pick up speed.
“Other than yourself.”
