Page 11 of 21 Week Hiatus

“Displeased with what?” she questions, looking down at herself automatically assuming I’m talking about her appearance. Lifting my free hand, I tuck my index finger under her chin and tip her head back so I can gaze into those pools of liquid gold.

“This,” I run my thumb over the spot where I left the love bite while I stare into her eyes. “What have I told you about covering up my marks, Wildfire?”

Savi’s expression softens and she smiles eloquently, “Oh, right,” she hums, “Actually, Hannah did my makeup earlier and mentioned that it’s not becoming or might not come across as appropriate to publicly flaunt love bites.”

A bout of irritation spikes within me and I do my best to smother it. “Mhm, and how doyoufeel about it?” I question, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” Savi shakes her head.

“I mean, before I met you, I would have been embarrassed, but now I kind of like it,” she admits, stopping to lick her lips, a tinge of pink touching her cheeks. “There’s something really erotic in people seeing the love bites and knowing that I belong to someone.”

That’s my girl right there. Her confession sends every drop of blood in my body surging toward my dick which swells and pulses for attention. “I’m pleased to hear that Wildfire because I love leaving my mark all over you. I want every man and his dog to know that you’re mine and mine alone.” I assert, inching closer till our lips are aligned. Savi’s eyes close and she sighs breathily when my lips graze hers lightly with every word. “I don’t give a hot fuck what Hannah or anyone else’s opinion is on the matter, as long as you’re comfortable with it that’s all that matters to me, do you understand?”

Savi’s eyes flutter open, and she holds my gaze and nods her affirmation, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” I say and gently nip at her lower lip, “I’d walk around topless twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week showing off every single one of the scratches you leave on my back if I could.”

Savi grins and shakes her head, “I’m pleased you don’t, because those aren’t anything to be proud of. People would think I’m abusing you or that you went ten rounds in a cage fight with a wild cat. I also feel terrible after because they look so sore and I genuinely feel like I hurt you,” she explains with an adorable pout. Savi’s eyes show her sincerity, and I can’t help but melt inside a little bit.

“Baby, I promise you, you don’t hurt me. Those are my stripes of triumph. Each one is a reminder of an unforgettable night, of how deeply I fucked you and how hard I made you come.”

Savi’s cheeks turn crimson, and she lets out a soft moan when I grind my erection against her hip, “If you keep that up Mr. Peirce, I’ll wind up dragging you inside and you’ll have to eat me for dinner instead.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Wildfire. I’ll be happy to spread you out on the hood of my car and gorge on your tasty cunt while all your neighbor’s watch.” I mumble kissing down the column of her neck.

“God, as tempting as that all sounds, I would hate to give poor Mrs. Garrett from across the street a heart attack, so I have a counter offer for you.” Savi declares, biting down on her lip and tipping her head back so I can keep kissing her neck.

“I'm all ears,” I mutter, tracing my tongue along her neck and sucking until she moans and shudders against me. I can taste her perfume and a faint hint of blood where I've left my mark on her skin.

“Uhh, well, first we'll go out to dinner as planned. Then on the way back home, we can make a detour to a quiet spot where you can fulfill your fantasy of ravishing me on top of your car.” My excitement grows at the thought. Mm, I’m really liking the sound of that. “Oh, and Logan, you should know that I’m not wearing any underwear,” Savi moans into my ear followed by a teasing nip on my earlobe before she pulls away.

Fucking Christ, my body heats up and my cock throbs against the zipper of my slacks. Now he knows that she’s bare and wet he wantsout to play and I want nothing more than to release him from his confines.

I groan audibly and give her hips a tight squeeze so she feels my frustration. “Goddamn it, Savi, why would you do that to me? Now I won’t be able to think about anything else but your bare pussy all slick and ready for me to feast on.”

Savi grins impishly and presses a light kiss to my lips and pulls away before I can deepen it, “Good, that’s all I want you to think about,Daddy.”

Closing my eyes, I press my molars together and do a slow count to ten to restrain myself from losing control and doing something indecent that will likely get us both arrested. As tempting as it would be to pick her up, wrap those gorgeous legs around my head and bury my face between her soft thighs to lick up every droplet of her pussy cream.

“Fuck, get your fine ass in that car, Wildfire.” I demand, giving her behind a smack before she goes to walk off.

Savi's playful mood is infectious tonight as she teases me during the entire car ride to the restaurant. Her hand lingers on my thigh, caressing it softly while her fingers brush against my crotch, purposely avoiding my cock. When I tell you she was driving me crazy; I almost lose it and pull the car over when she starts licking and sucking on my fingers. “Fucking hell, you’re going to make me crash this car, Savannah. It's hard enough to focus on driving with you doing that. Behave yourself or I’m going to pull this car over and make a mess of you before we even get to the restaurant.” I reprimand her playfully with a groan when she swirls her tongue around my finger and sucks it with an audible moan.

You would never guess that we are adults by the way we act, constantly all over each other like a pair of hormone-fueled teenagers. I’m a forty-year-old man and my body responds with a constant and persistent arousal that I cannot control whenever I’m around her. I feel like I’m fifteen all over again. The mere presence of her sends my hormones into overdrive, leaving me in a state of perpetual excitement and longing.I guess the old saying is true, when you’re truly in love the intimacy and sex that is fueled from it is that much more…profound.

Love has never felt more intense and as for the sex, well, it's like nothing else on this earth and it took for me to find Savannah in order to realize that.

The De Nella is buzzing with activity when we arrive. Every table filled with diners chatting and laughing. Waiters and waitresses weave through the crowds, balancing trays of steaming dishes in their hands. The decor is warm and inviting, with red checkered tablecloths and strings of twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling. The walls are painted a warm, rustic orange and are adorned with posters and beautiful paintings of Italy.

“What age did you lose your virginity?” Savi suddenly questions after we place our food orders. I’m taken aback and almost choke on the mouthful of white wine as I go to take a sip.

I let out a half laugh, half cough to clear the wine out of my windpipe before speaking, “Where did that come from all of a sudden?” I ask with a chuckle as I dab the crisp white linen napkin across my mouth.

Savi shrugs, her eyes gleaming with curiosity under the twinkling string lights of the restaurant. “Just curious. I mean, we’ve only known each other what, almost a month now, and aside from how you like your cock sucked I don’t truthfully know all that much aboutyou.”

Jesus, she’s right. It’s crazy to think that wehaveonly known one another a month when to me it feels like Savi has always been an integral part of my life. In reality we have only been seeing each other a short time and the things we do know about one another hasn’t even broken the surface. “Fair enough,” I answer setting my glass on the table and licking my lips. “Let’s see, I lost my virginity at…” I lift my gaze heavenward to try and sift through the old memory bank to recall my first time. Christ, that was a while ago. Ah, yes, Maria Marquez, she was my first ever crush in high school. I fancied the pants off of her all through freshman year and when we finally hooked up, we were both sophomores and from what I can remember the entire experience was awkward and over in less than two minutes. “Sophomore year, so fifteen I guess.”

Savi's perfectly shaped eyebrows lift in surprise, causing her already beautiful smile to become even more dazzling. “Fifteen,” she echoes with a hint of amusement. “Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You did mention before that you were quite the jock.” Her fingers delicately lace with mine as I reach over to take her hand, my thumb gently stroking her knuckles.

I shake my head, unable to resist a chuckle at her assumptions. “No, no. I wasn't the captain, just the shooting guard,” I clarify. Savi's expression transforms into one of disbelief.

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