Meeting her gaze, our eyes stay locked together as she places kisses around the stump of my leg. “I love you,” she mouths between kisses.
My eyes fill with tears at her tenderness, and not wanting her to see, I close my eyes and hope they disappear—they don’t.
After she’s trailed her fingers over my scars, she works her way back up my body, making sure my dick and balls get plenty of attention. My dick has a mind of its own and won’t stop jerking with need or releasing pre-cum, which disappears on Savannah’s tongue as quickly as it appears.
As Savannah reaches my lips, she pauses before I feel her changing direction. So snapping my eyes open, I watch as she descends and kisses my face, her elbows supporting her at either side of my head.
“Make love to me.”
With my hands on her bottom, I roll over. Savannah spreads her thighs and wraps her legs around my hips, her feet dropping between my legs. In one thrust, I’m inside her—surrounded by the suction of her hot, wet pussy.
My face drops to the curve of her neck while I still and try to catch my breath. So many feelings are rushing through me—love, longing, hope, joy—and they’re all tied up with the woman whom I’m currently joined to.
Savannah wraps her arms around my neck, so I slide mine under her shoulders and cup her head. As I cover her mouth in hunger, my hips start to rock in a rhythm as old as time.
When Savannah cries out in release, and grips my bareback dick with her orgasm overtaking her, I follow her over into a climax of overwhelming fulfillment. With every after tremor I feel inside Savannah, my dick pulses in answer.
“I love you, Savannah,” I whisper into her neck. “Please don’t ever doubt how I feel about you, even when I’m a dick.”
She chuckles. “I won’t.”
Then sleep claims us.
Savannah
Waking, I roll over and find the bed empty. My initial reaction has my heart sinking with despair, until I realize that I’m in Jace’s bed, and that his side is still warm. So he can’t be far…and then, I smell bacon.
My stomach grumbles with delight. It’s been a long time since I’ve had bacon for breakfast, which makes me wonder what else he’s cooking out in his kitchen.
I also smile in happiness that we made it through our first night together without incident. I know his nightmares can happen at any time, but, at least, our first night was a success, which I hope will give Jace more confidence in us being together like this.
His words of love had touched something deep inside me. I’d felt his love and knew that he had to have major feelings for me in order to agree to me staying the night. It had just made my heart lighter hearing the words spoken. Even though I was the first one to say ‘I love you’ out loud, I wasn’t sure he’d repeat them.
One thing I do know about Jace is, he doesn’t say something if he doesn’t mean it.
When I’d said them, I’d felt that he needed something more from me. I’d felt his embarrassment at having to remove his prosthesis, and I’d very nearly backed down from wanting to see him free of everything. But in the end, I’d figured it would be easier for him in the future if we faced it together from the start. I hope with my words, and the way I’d kissed his lower leg, that he’ll believe that I’m not going to run off because of his leg.
I love him regardless, and he better believe it, because he doesn’t want to see a really pissed redhead.
Smiling to myself at that thought, I dash from the bed, grab my bag, and lock myself inside his bathroom.
Rooting around, I locate my clip and pin my hair up so that I don’t get it wet. It takes forever to dry so much hair and right now I want to be quick in the shower.
Entering the shower, I slide my finger over the dried semen on my thighs and sigh, remembering his touch and how gently he made love to me. Last night was tender and romantic all around, and I’ve already worked out that Jace is a romantic at heart.
He comes
with lots of baggage, but he’s so worth it. He’s a fighter and he’s made a life for himself when at the time, he probably didn’t know what the hell he was doing or how he was going to move on. But he has and I’m so damn proud of him.
After barely five minutes in the shower, I step out, quickly dry myself, and finish up my morning routine before I’m back in the bedroom looking for something to put on. I don’t want to dress yet, but I’m not walking around naked, either.
Spotting a discarded T-shirt of Jace’s, I pick it up from the floor and pull it on. It rests mid-thigh, but it’s my boobs that I’m unsure about. I don’t have the smallest rack and when I walk now that they’re unsupported in a bra, they…wobble. I guess I should be grateful that they’re firm and don’t droop—that will come after kids, I guess.
Ugh!
Not that Jace will have a problem with seeing my boobs swaying freely beneath his shirt. We might end up back in bed—I can hope.
Seeing Jace in the kitchen, now that I’ve come to join him, makes my heart sing and my thighs clench. He’s one sexy ass man. He has low-hung shorts on, and nothing else. My mouth goes dry while I’m watching the play of muscles over his back, but yeah, my eyes have a mind of their own and just want to see the shorts drop lower.