Page 30 of The Moon & His Tides
“And you do?” I countered mildly, close enough to sweep the soft, scented pine bough across the curve of her jaw and down her throat. Gooseflesh blossomed under my caress, but she was otherwise unmoved.
“To a certain extent,” she allowed with a haughty tip of her chin. “If the person is worthy.”
“And how does one prove their worth?” I asked, curling over her, crowding her with my body in a way I sensed she would like.
I wondered if there was a theme linking these two married lovers. If they yearned for intimacy just as much as they feared it. If all the celebrity and accolades in the world truly meant nothing in the face of their own self-criticism.
Mama had told me once that people without family were like bottomless wells. No matter how much you tried to fill them up, they remained empty because their foundation was cracked.
I wanted to ask Savvy about her family and upbringing, about that soft Southern grass and the stench of poverty she had spoken of briefly in the town car. My heart wanted to excavate everything she had hidden in the layers of her being, but my head told me it would only lead to rejection, so I focused instead on swirling the pine needles over the shell of her ear.
She shivered slightly, then lashed out to grab my wrist, stalling my movements. When her eyes met mine, they were slate blue with cold resolve.
“You prove it by being loyal tome.” Her other hand reached up to my cheek, her thumb nail scraping along the stubble already sprouting along the edge of my jaw. “I found you, Sebastian. I will be the one to show you love and care. I will be the one to bring you fame and success.”
A vague sense of alarm trilled through me, but I was distracted by the way she curled her fingers around my ear and yanked me closer to her glistening, raspberry-painted mouth.
When she spoke next, I tasted champagne on my tongue as she breathed the words into my mouth. The way this encounter mimicked my prior one with Adam was slightly eerie, but again, I was too lulled by Savannah’s utterly feminine sensuality to take proper note.
“You’re mine,” she whispered before sliding her small tongue over my bottom lip. “For as long as you are in this home, you’re mine more than anyone else’s. Not your mother’s, not your father’s, not your friends’. Not Adam’s. But mine.” Her sharp, straight teeth bit into my lip and tugged so pain burst brightly through me. “Can you do that for me, handsome? Can you give yourself to me like that?”
The teenage boy in me wanted to howlyesto the moon swollen and fertile in the sky above us, but the small part of me who had earned my manhood young defending and providing for my family as the sole responsible man of the house took pause.
“Can you give me you in return?” I asked, collaring her throat gently in my hand, the pine needles crushed between our skin so their fragrance permeated the air.
“What I offer isn’t enough?” she asked, her eyes low-lidded with lust but her voice still crisply superior.
“Nothing is free,” I said, even though the words reminded me of Adam, of the hypocrisy of me saying that when I’d just argued with him that freedom was a choice.
“If you work hard,” she purred, tracing her free hand from mid-chest to the curve of her hip and over her belly. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Well…” My voice was in my gut as I moved us back, back until her shoulders met the wall in the shadows at the side of the house, obscured from the door by the evergreen hedge. I followed the path her touch had just carved on her body until I found her hand at her hip, then clasped our fingers. Together, I used them to gather the hem of her knee-length dress up and up until it was clenched in her palm, and her sheer nude panties with a slight frill were exposed to my gaze. A wicked grin flexed between my cheeks as I slowly lowered myself to the hard flagstones to take care of my second Meyer of the evening. “I better get busy then.”
Savannah’s hands sank into my hair on a soft sigh, and her head hit the house siding with a gentlethwackas she gave herself over to me.
It always confounded me how a man could dislike going down on a woman. The power of being the one allowed to pleasure her most vulnerable place, the taste of her sweet arousal as it started to leak out of her soft folds onto your tongue like so much honey. It was heady, addictive.
I could have spent hours on my knees on the uncomfortable flagstone servicing myduchessa.
My nose pressed into the mound of her clit as I breathed in her intoxicating scent, and when she squirmed, I rubbed it back and forth over the bundle of nerves.
“You have to be quiet for me, Savvy,” I said. “Can you be good for me and swallow your cries?”
She gasped as I opened my lips over her through the mesh fabric and sucked her clit into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. The abrasion of the wet panties over her sensitive flesh made her hips jerk against me.
“Do you think I can make you come without even taking these off?” I taunted her, snapping a finger in the elastic at her thigh so she gasped again. “Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do. Make you drench these with your cum and send you back into the party smelling like sex.”
“Sebastian,” she moaned, half scandalized and half aroused.
I loved that about her. That smooth transition from lady to wanton and knowing it was all because of me.
The angle wasn’t good enough to feast on her properly, so I tugged her hips into my grasp, and her legs automatically locked over my shoulders so her sex was tipped up into my mouth. I growled my approval into her sweet pussy and renewed my efforts to make her come apart for me.
Laughter from inside drifted out the open French doors onto the patio, but I liked the risk of discovery, knowing anyone could find us locked together in the dark. The game of playing the Meyers’s chauffeur but being their secret lover was salacious and sexier than I could have ever imagined.
They knew they shouldn’t have me, yet they couldn’t help themselves.
My cock kicked in the confines of my trousers, but I focused all my attention on the pretty pussy in front of me. I curled the fingers of one hand beneath the soaked edge of her underwear and slowly pressed two into the snug heat of her cunt. The wet sounds of my pumping fingers were lewdly loud in the quiet dark.
