SAVANNAH
When Rafe brought me to another room without much light illuminating the spacious, quiet space that I couldn’t see much, he cupped my face and pressed his forehead to mine. Electric tingles spread from my stomach throughout the rest of my body. We were sharing this room… The anticipation made me squirm.
Rafe’s breathing was hard and heavy. I could tell he was still agitated by his argument with his father. My gut feeling turned right when he whispered, “I didn’t want you to see that.”
I touched his hand. “I don’t know what’s going on, but what you did there was brave.”
“What I did was wrong. I never defied him. Not directly, at least.”
“You respect him. But we’re all humans, Rafe.” I searched for his eyes in the shade of blue light coming from the open balcony. “At some point in our lives, we commit mistakes. It’s acceptable. The beauty of it is what you learn from it. But of course, you already know that. You’re not the same man you were before. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say hi to everyone.”
He held my hand and brought my palm to his lips to kiss. “What you do to me, Savannah, is improbable. I’ve only just known you, but you changed my life,” he admitted.
“Is it bad?”
He flashed a slow sexy smile. “I like it. You make me feel alive,” he murmured. “No one has ever done that for me.”
I nodded, smiling. “You make me feel that way too. But can you tell me what’s all that about?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Oh. It’s okay if you don’t. It’s your family’s privacy.”
“I may not be able to tell you about Adam, but I can tell you mine.”
My mouth parted open. It was all I ever wanted. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s about time,” he whispered. “Let’s get our things settled down first.”
He released me and walked somewhere. A few seconds later, all lights were on, and I was surrounded by an expansive bedroom with hues of wood and black walls. It was bright because of the elegant fixtures and details on the ceiling. The impeccable king-sized bed was elevated one step from the floor and had black sheets blended with a white mattress and duvet. There weren’t pictures on the walls, but he had a minimalist neutral-colored portrait at the top of the bed’s headboard.
“Wow.”
“This is where I spent most of my time growing up.” He walked toward me. “Too manly for you?”
“No. The interior is relaxing in the eyes.”
He glided his arm through my waist and sniffled my hair. “Make yourself at home.”
I chuckled. “You always say that.”
“Did I?” I felt his smile on my temple. “There should be fresh towels in the bathroom, toothbrushes, toiletries, whatever you need. I had them prepared.”
“Mm.” I pivoted and wrapped my arms around his neck. “So convenient. But I want something else.” I slid my hand down to his chest and played with the button of his dress shirt. “Do you mind? Or should I get a shower first?”
His eyes sparkled. “Are you seducing me, Ms. Gibson?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t. Because I’m already fucking seduced.” Rafe’s mouth collided with mine briefly but hard and whispered between our lips. “I’ve been damned hard and aching for you all day.”
My body suddenly felt warm. My breast was swollen and heavy. Rafe brought his mouth back to my lips, and as he kissed me hard, his thick and fully erect cock brushed on my belly.
“Please,” I whispered shakily, unsure what I was asking. But he knew, apparently very well, because this time he unzipped my dress. With one single pull and stroke of his finger on the curve of my back, he was able to drop my dress on the floor.
He continued to kiss me. His warm, wet lips went down to the most sensitive part of my neck, suckling, and licking, making me moan silently while his hand went up to my breast and his thumb touched my nipple. Abruptly, he halted.
“No bra?”
“The paddings come with the dress,” I whimpered.
“I like it.” And with that, he lifted me off my feet as though I was a light sheet of paper and brought me to the bed.
In a flash, Rafe was on top of me, and his finger laced to the hem of my panties. Leisurely, he pulled it down until I was completely laid bare before him. Vulnerable and needy.
“So beautiful.”
This time, he thrust two fingers into my opening, plunging them as deep as he could, and started reaching for the sensitive bud at my core. Featherlight strokes followed by measured sweeps and gentle pressure. I was writhing in pleasure, getting close to a stunning climax.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet Savi. You’re too wet. You drive me crazy.”
His thumb went over my clit and circled it on the hood while he rammed his fingers inside me. A series of whimpers escape through my body. With one more brush, my orgasm prompted me to shudder.
I gasped, lifting my hips as he lured me to oblivion. “Oh, gosh!”
“You come so easily.”
“Not always,” I whispered, shutting my eyes as I savored the bewildering feeling. He was just skilled. Too skilled. It wasn’t so hard for me to cum.
“I can never get enough.” He brought his body back on top of me and took off his clothes between the hungry and passionate kisses.
My eyes widened when he quickly stripped off the last piece of his clothes, exposing his magnificent body and massive erection, causing me to gasp in excitement as if I was seeing him this way for the first time. Rafe crawled back to the bed, positioning himself between my wide legs.
He first rubbed the head on my wet slit. Each stroke drove me crazy; I wanted him in me immediately.
“Please, just put it in…” I moaned.
He chuckled. “So eager.” He reached out to the nightstand to grab something that turned out to be a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth and swiftly rolled the thin transparent latex on his length. “Next time, there won’t be a condom. I’m starting to hate this thing.”
He was probably suggesting I use the pill or when he wanted to impregnate me, but his statement made me eager. I wanted to feel him bare inside me too.
Given the desperation of our kisses, I wasn’t expecting him to be gentle, but I still yelped in shock when he plunged his length in one masterful stroke.
“Fuck!” I cried, unable to bear the fullness in my hole. I felt the head of his cock hit the tip of my womb.
“Wrap your legs around my neck.” He instructed, so I did as I was told, and he rammed into me relentlessly. He was too close, I was too exposed, and we were too intimate in this position. “Ah, god. You’re really tight.”
He continued his hard and almost brutal thrusts. I watched him while he was doing it—mesmerized by his erotic male beauty, dark hair drenched in sweat, and closed eyes as he fucked me.
I felt the steamy burst of my cum, dripping down my inner thighs. Rafe’s riding sped up, and his brow furrowed while he was amid his own passion.
He groaned as he collapsed on top of me after reaching his climax, pressing my lighter body into the mattress as he buried his face into the side of my neck.
We stayed that way for a few minutes until he lifted his weight over me and gradually got off the bed. He picked up his boxers and put them on.
“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? I’m sorry. God, I’m losing control when it comes to you.” He smiled.
I sat down, letting the sheets fall and exposing my breasts. “No. You were good to me.”
Slowly, his cock seemed to harden again. He moved close again, leaned, and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I will savor you until morning. Do you want to join me in the shower?”
“Wait.” I ran my hand up and down his arm, squeezing his bulging bicep along the way. “It’s so tiring to stand up. But say, Rafe. If I agree to…”
I stopped. I didn’t know what crossed my mind, suddenly remembering his proposal to marry him.
This relationship was a trial between two parties. Even if I agreed later, he realized he didn’t want me anymore; there was nothing I could do. He already closed the deal with PeekFlix.
“What is it? Why did you stop?”
A beat passed. I was thinking of the right question to ask, but I would rather not say it. It was too early for it. I realized that the future ahead of us was still vague.
“It’s nothing.”
He sat on the edge of the bed next to me. “You were going to ask me something. Tell me, mm?”
I pulled the bedsheet and covered my body with it. I felt it was inappropriate to talk about it while I was naked.
“Does the offer still stand?”
He stared at me seriously. “Is that what you’re really thinking?”
“Yes. You know, because we’re finally here. Your brothers know about me, and you will formally introduce me to your parents. I just wondered if... What if we change and suddenly we don’t want to do anything about each other anymore?”
He frowned. “Do you not want to do anything about me? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no.” I shook my head firmly. “It’s just a question.”
“I don’t want nothing to do with you. The offer still stands unless you decline.” He took my hand and brought it to his mouth. “But you can’t decline now, Savi. I need you. I need you with me.”
My heart rejoiced. These weren’t the words I was waiting for. But the meaning of each of these words was more than a thousand times.
He was becoming bolder and more truthful with his own feelings. It was huge progress. There was hope for us. It seemed our future wasn’t so uncertain.
I’d officially fallen in love with this man, and there was no turning back. I felt it in every fiber of my being. My heart knew right at this moment that he was all I wanted. This was it.
This was what I’d been missing that I’d almost forgotten. To truly love someone so badly he became your new kind of gravity. Undefiable. I wanted him to be happy and free of his fears. My mouth itched to say those words to him, but I didn’t want to freak him out.
“I need you too. Thank you, Rafe.” I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“No, I should thank you. But right now, enough of that overthinking.” He slipped his arms at the back of my knees and lifted me. I squealed in surprise.
“Hey!”
“And you’re joining me in the shower.”
“Then we’ll talk?”
His bright blue eyes gazed deeply into my eyes. “Then we’ll talk…”