Page 148 of Nothing to Fear

With a switch of his hips, the blunt head of his cock pushed against her. Still reluctant, he didn’t take his eyes from hers like he expected her to run out of there. She wouldn’t. He could take all night if she didn’t move things along.

Pressuring his chest, she rolled with him as he landed on his back. On the next inhale, she impaled herself deep, whining out the ecstasy of the plunge. What a world to live in. How could one simple act feel so good?

“Mmm,” she moaned, eyes closed, head back, she rolled her hips, pushing into the cradle of his hands fondling her breasts. “Darroch.” The taste of his name had never been so intimate. The head of his cock rocked against her G-spot and shesped up, teasing and caressing the space within that had never been so easily reached. “Oh, baby…”

“Cherry…”

She should tell him not to use that name. That moment wasn’t about them. It wasn’t intimacy, it was safety in numbers.

Pushing up, she dropped, squeezing and massaging him, taking all she wanted, enlivening herself on the gift buried deep within her.

And then she was on her back. In one swoop with his arms around her, he changed the game and took his turn hammering her deep, faster, harder, more than she’d been, yet the juxtaposition of styles fired her hormones to work overtime.

Oh, she couldn’t stop touching him. Every part of him was there for her, running its energy on pleasuring her and itself. Was it? Was her body pleasuring his?

“Are you… are you…” Each gasp was too much and the pressure within her burst out in a scream. Her body bucked, arching hard, squeezing tight, clinging to every vestige of the pure lust in physical form that electrified her body.

“Baby…”

He was quick to follow, plunging deep, releasing a long, powerful groan as he poured his seed into her. Without moving from above, he swept the hair from her brow.

Forcing him up, she was quick off the bed. “Thank you.”

“Babe!”

Despite his calls, she kept on going, leaving his room to cross to the living room and ensconce herself in her private space.

Or what was supposed to be her private space.

Darroch quickly invaded it. “Baby—”

“No, not baby,” she said, snatching her robe from the adjoining bathroom to put it on.

“Savanna. What was that? We’re—what was that?”

“What I needed,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me like you—baby, I lo—”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say anything. It is what it was.”

“And what was that?”

“What I needed.” She forced a smile, pushing her hair back with both hands. “Physical, Darroch. I needed the physical.”

“So you used me for sex? As a punishment?”

Didn’t that just change the hue of the conversation.

Her smile transitioned to a frown. “Used you? If you didn’t want to sleep with me—”

“I do want to sleep with you, that’s why I’m here. Sex? You want it, you got it, but you don’t have to run away the second we’re done.”

“We’re not a couple,” she said without intending to be cruel. Her words might hurt—ha, that was a laugh. He hadn’t spared a thought for how his actions hurt her. “I’m sorry, I thought you understood.”

“That it was physical.”

“Whatever I need, that’s what you said.”

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