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The coolness of the tiles beneath my hands counters the warmth of the water that beats down my back. I roll my neck, loosening up the muscles. My shoulders relax as the water pounds into them. I grab the soap and run it over my pecks, stomach, down to my cock. The clean scent hits my nostrils and visions of Savannah enter my mind. This is her soap, her smell that I’ve come to know so well.

I imagine her here with me, water dripping, sliding down her breasts. How her blue eyes smolder with lust. I can see tiny droplets on her eyelashes as the spray sprinkles her face. She peers up at me, blinking with a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She takes the hair of my beard into her hands and she pulls me to her. She captures my lips with hers as I feel the warmth of her tongue against mine. She tastes like candy, sweet caramel and vanilla.

The vision of her with me turns me on. The painful feeling that I’ve grown accustom to over these past few months is present as my dick hardens. I take my cock in my hand, stroking softly. I imagine her against me, the way her skin feels warm under my touch, how it pebbles as I run my hand down her back, cupping her firm ass. I pick her up, engulfing her lips with mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. The roundness of her belly presses against mine and knowing there is life growing inside her turns me on even more.

I tighten the grasp on my shaft, quickening the pace as I imagine how it will feel when I slide deep into her pussy. How tight she’ll camp down on me as I push into her. Watching her arch her back, moaning my name with each thrust. The feel of her nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth, biting down so gently. Sucking, tasting her. I want to watch her eyes roll back as she reaches her climax. I need it. I need to get her off, to hear my name on her lips. I need to feel her tremble beneath my touch, and be reassured that she knows I'm the only one who will ever make her feel like this. I need her to feel the desire I have for her.

I hear it, my name. ‘Matthew’. It sounds like a whisper falling from her lips. My own climax hits as I picture her finding hers. I brace myself, as my orgasm rolls through my body. My cum hits the shower walls as my knees weaken, shattering me completely. I squeeze my eyes until I see stars behind my lids. Fuck, the release feels so good. All the tension of the club, the threats to those who I love, leaves my body and swirls down the drain. If only I could feel this free while I’m buried deep inside of Savannah.

The slam of the bedroom door has my head snapping up. I turn the water off and listen for any noises coming from my room. I can hear a faint whimper so I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist before heading out. When I open the door, I’m surprised to see Savannah leaning against the wall.

She has one arm wrapped protectively around her stomach. The other one is shaking as she rubs her forehead. Her entire body is quaking in fear. Her head is tipped back but I can see the tears running down her cheeks. She takes a steadying breath.

“Savannah?” My voice startles her as she jumps. I approach her, needing to hold her. “Sugar, what’s wrong?” I wrap my arms around her, she instantly wraps her arms around my waist, matching my embrace.

“Matty.” Her voice breaks with emotion.

“Baby, talk to me.” I rub my hand down her hair.

She pulls backs, her glassy eyes searching my own. Her cheeks are splotchy with emotion. I watch her eyes fall to my lips and she pulls me into a kiss. Her lips are salted by her tears, but I don’t care. The feel of them on mine is the heaven I never thought I would feel. I pull her closer to me and she moans into my mouth. Her tongue swirls with mine. Her nails run up the back of my scalp as she deepens our kiss. Her lips leave mine as she trails small kisses and nips down my neck. Her hand trails down my bare chest and lands on my hardening cock. She grips me in her hand and my head falls back. Fuck, it feels so good.

“Please.” She whispers between kisses that continue south. I feel her tug my towel away from my body. I look down to see her on her knees as she peers up at me. Her blue eyes are filled with something more than just lust, I see need. I watch her as she continues to stare at me and slowly moves closer to my dick. She licks her lips, making them glisten under the light of the room. She softly runs the length of my shaft with her soft hands. I nod, giving her permission. How can I say no when she looks so perfect on her knees before me?

The moment I touch the head of his dick with my tongue my eyes roll back and I moan. I can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as I swirl my tongue about his tip. My mouth waters with so much desire, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough. Flattening my tongue, I take him deeper. I work my mouth around his cock, sucking, stroking. I need to connect with him. I need him to know that I’m here for him, and I don’t plan on going anywhere else. Even if Cut banishes me, I won’t leave without a fight. I run my tongue along the underneath of his shaft as I suck. The feel of his soft steel between my lips is pure ecstasy. I take him in, down my throat, moaning, hoping he can feel the vibration. I can feel myself getting wet. The yearning to have him take me is strong.

“Savannah,” he grits out.

I glance up. The muscles of his neck are strained, his eyes closed tight. His jaw is tight; fists are clenched at his sides. I run my hands up his thighs and cup his balls in my hands as I continue to bob my head up and down his length. I squeeze my hand a little causing him to moan.

“Christ, Savannah.” He looks down and a small smile tugs at his lips. “Beautiful.” I bring him closer, taking him deeper. I can feel the building of tears at the corner of my eyes but I don’t stop. He hesitates but then I feel him wrap his fingers in my hair. He takes control as he thrusts his hips each time he brings me closer. I close my eyes, relishing in the fact that I’m pleasing him. “Fuck, Savannah. You feel so good, baby.” He increases the speed and I keep up. “Those fucking lips.” I cup his ass with my hands as he continues to work my mouth up and down his shaft.

Before I know it, he pulls me up to my feet. With his hand still wrapped in my hair he takes my mouth to his. He’s ravenous. Biting my lips, sucking on my neck. I whimper as he continues to assault my skin with hardened kisses. He bites down on my flesh between my neck and shoulder. I can feel the sting of blood as it rushes to the surface, marking me. “Do you want this?”

“God, yes.”

He reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, tossing it in the corner. His hands reach the back clasp of my bra and he yanks it free. Startled, he gives me a wink and places a chaste kiss upon my lips. He takes a step back, standing in front of me, hands on his hips, completely nude. His eyes sweep over my body and I become shy, embarrassed of my imperfect figure.

I swallow as I take him in. His cock is hard and standing at attention. His chest tatted with colorful designs that flow down both arms. Abs that are hard by sight, but soft to the touch. He stalks towards me making me back up until my knees hit the mattress. I fall back and push myself towards the head of the bed. Sin follows, continuing to stalk. The look in his eyes is primal.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asks. I shake my head, unable to use my words. His eyes hold me hostage. “From the moment you were on the back of my bike and I felt your arms wrapped around me. How your tits felt pressed up against my back. I’ve wanted these legs wrapped about my waist since the moment I felt them pressed into my thighs...” He grabs my leg and yanks me to him. “I knew this is where it would lead.” He runs his nose up my neck, biting the lobe of my ear. His hand moves up my thigh, pulling my panties away from my body. “I fought it.” He says as his fingers enter me. Oh, my God. I arch my back, pushing myself into the feel of his fingers. “I fought you,” He pumps his fingers into my heat again. “I’ve struggled with these feelings that you’ve awakened within my soul.” He kisses me, hard. “I know I’m not good for you, Savannah, but that doesn’t matter anymore.”

He takes hold of my nipple and sucks me into his mouth, hard. I groan as he bites down. “You see, sugar, you’re mine.” His fingers work me, his tongue laps at my nipples, taking turns between the two. “Body and soul.” I can feel how hard he is as he pumps against my body.

“Please.” I beg. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?” He breathes against my skin. “Do you want this?” he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper, hitting my G spot.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I don’t ever what this feeling to end.

He has me so worked up that my orgasm hits me, without warning and I cry out. Sin takes my mouth with his, muffling my cries of pleasure. I ride his hand as he continues to work me increasing the intensity of my aftershocks. He slows his motion as my body relaxes. Totally satiated, I watch him as he sucks his fingers clean. His tongue snakes around the rim of his lips, savoring my taste. “Let’s get these off.” He says as he slides my panties down my legs.

He rolls on his back, pulling me with him so that I’m straddling him. I can feel the hardness between my legs. I rock my pelvis as I bend over and place a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.” I know he’s hurting, I’m sure he needs his release and I plan on giving it to him. I kiss him again, rocking into him.

“Sugar.” He pulls back. “You’re playing with fire. Do you know that?” I nod as I kiss him again. “Savannah, we have to stop.” He holds my hips still.