I purchased this home knowing how much she loved it. Knowing that one day we would turn it from a house to a home together. A lot of it had been updated but it was more restoration work than anything. I want my girl to decorate our home however she wants. I did some smaller things around the place preparing it for her. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with all that so I took it into my own hands to care for. It was something I could take off her plate. It is another way for me to show her I know what she needs. It only needs her small touches to be complete. That will have to wait, though, because right now I need all of her. I can’t stand not touching her for another second.
She wants to see if I can be the man she needs. I’m more than willing to prove to her that I am. I’d die inside of her pussy trying to show her if that’s what it took. I take the steps two at a time as I head up toward the master bedroom. I give the double doors a kick, sending them flying open before I make my way over toward the bed, placing her onto it. Her bikini top slips out of place, showing me a little more of her luscious breasts. My control is slipping further away from me by the second. I rein it back, knowing that I need to at least try to make it special for her. The sight of her sitting on the bed that I hand-picked for her has my cock straining against my pants.
“I didn’t take you for a canopy kind of man,” she teases, looking around the room. There isn’t much to it, but the bed is big. Over it I put in a canopy. She looks like a goddess sitting under it now wearing the ring that I placed on her hand. Pretty soon I will make love to her on this bed with her having nothing on but the vow of love I placed on her finger.
“Had to make it fit for a princess, didn’t I?” I start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes stop roaming the room, focusing back on me. She watches as I undo each button. I wonder if my scars will turn her off. She sits up on her knees, coming closer to me. Her hands reach out, pulling my shirt from my slacks before I can. The need between us is thick in the air. The smell of her arousal hits my nose, causing me to groan out loud. Her soft hands slide up my chest, pushing the shirt off me. I fight the urge to take her now as her hands start to explore my body. She leans in, kissing one of my scars. The one I got when I was still green behind the ears on a mission in Russia. One of the many secrets in my life I’m not allowed to talk about to anyone. Savannah will be the exception to that rule though. She will know every piece of me. I’ll tell her everything if she wants to know it. I’m sure she’ll want some details and I will give them to her. I know she can handle anything I tell her but some things are better left unsaid. She is strong but her heart is pure. I didn’t want the dirty world getting too close to it. I want to protect it from those things.
I’ve spent a time or two being tortured for information. Who knew that a kiss from my dollface would have me singing like a canary? I’d give up everything I had and my soul to keep those lips pressed against me. “Savannah.” I say her name softly as she kisses another scar.
“You look like a warrior.” Those blue eyes come up to meet mine. Even with her on the bed sitting up on her knees I still tower over her. “My warrior,” she says with a wicked smile before she falls back onto the bed. “You stole me back to your castle.” She pulls on one of the strings of the bikini, untying it, but she doesn’t pull it from her body.
“Our castle,” I correct her, my eyes taking in every inch of her skin. I love that fucking bikini and hate it all at once. She ignores my correction.
“Well, have your wicked way with me.” She doesn’t have to ask twice. She’s lucky she’s already untied the strings of the bikini or they would have snapped when I ripped it from her body like a savage. I move myself to lie on top of her. I take her mouth again. This kiss is deeper than the last one.