Bodyguard by Melanie Shawn

54

Gage

I kissedmy way down her body, reveling in the creamy, warm feel of her skin under my lips, and my hands. She was silky and smooth. But it was more than that. She was solid. Real. And here. With me. That was the best part of all. That she was here with me.

She hadn't been for so many years, and after tomorrow we might never be together again. Tonight might be the last time I would ever kiss her like this, hold her like this, feel her against me.

And I needed it. I needed her. More than air. More than food, or water. She was mine. I could live on nothing but her sweet kisses, her citrusy smell, and the feel of her body and her skin against mine.

It wouldn't even be hard. Certainly not as hard as living without her.

The muscles of her belly rippled under my lips. God, her reactions to me were so immediate, and so strong. It filled me with pride, and it also made me feel damn lucky. That when Savannah had needed someone or something to hold onto for all of those years, to love, to keep her sane—she had chosen me. She had held onto me. She had loved me.

It was an honor. An honor that I had no doubt I was not worthy of. But an honor that I would fucking work to be worthy of.

When I finally reached thesweet vee between her legs, I pushed her thighs further apart.

God, I couldn’t stop staring at her pussy. It was so beautiful. So delicate, like a flower. But I knew that it held so much strength and power. Just like Savannah herself—delicate as a swan on the outside, strong as a bull on the inside.

I traced my tongue up her seam, and felt her muscles tremble under my hand, pressed flat against her belly.

I took her completely in my mouth, then, covering her mound and sucking gently on her clit. It was hard and engorged under my tongue, and I flicked it a few times with the tip, just like I’d done with her nipples.

She writhed under my mouth’s attention, gasping, moaning, and whimpering in turn.

Damn. She tasted so good. Her citrusy aroma translated to the sweetness of her juices, and I drank her in, all of her. I couldn’t imagine anything more delicious.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and after only a few moments of my mouth’s attention, her hips bucked, pushing her even tighter to my mouth. I sped up the passionate pace of my tongue against the sensitive folds of her flesh, willing her to come in my mouth.

When she did, the fingers that had been tangled in my hair balled into fists. I didn’t mind that little bit of pain. Not when I was giving her such pleasure.

“Oh, Gage…God, Gage! Yes! Yes! Yes, baby, please!”

Her desperate words turned me on even more than I already had been, and made me proud of myself. I’d made Savannah feel that good. I had done that. That was something to be proud of.

When her hips stopped bucking, she lifted her head and looked at me with wild and hungry eyes. “I want to taste you,” she gasped. “I need to taste you. Now.”

With that, she sat up and pushed my shoulder to roll me over. She didn’t have to push very hard. The thought of her sexy mouth on my cock…fuck, it did things to me.

When I was settled on my back, she lowered her head and swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick. The sensation that hit me when her sweet tongue touched the sensitive head of my cock almost took me out.

“Fuck, Savannah. Yeah, baby, that’s it,” I encouraged her. “Damn, that feels good.”

She paused and looked up into my eyes, then, an earnestness on her face that fucking melted me. “Good, Gage,” she said, her voice intense. “Good. I want you to feel good. That’s all I want.”

Without waiting for a response, she dipped her head again, taking my dick in her mouth and sliding it all the way down to the base. She kept it there, applying gentle suction, and tilted her head a little so that she was looking right into my eyes.

She lifted her mouth, slowly, her lips firmly locked onto my shaft as she moved. When she was at the top, she moved back down again, just as torturously slowly, never breaking eye contact with me for even a second.

She increased the speed of her mouth’s silky strokes as she went, and it wasn’t long until I knew I was in danger of blowing my load right down the back of her gulping throat if I wasn’t careful. It felt just that damn amazing.

I sat up, then, and put my hands under her arms, pulling her up to the top of the bed with me. She giggled and I kissed her. The giggle disappeared under my lips, and when she pulled back, she was glassy-eyed and breathless.

“God, Gage,” she whispered. “I can taste myself on your mouth.”

I groaned. That was it. That was all I could take. I had to be inside her.

I reached into the drawer of the bedside table, where I’d stashed a box of condoms, and had one on me as quick as I could. I grasped her by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back, rolling with her so that I was on top of her.

I used my knees to spread her legs apart and positioned myself at her entrance. I didn’t go inside her, though. Not yet. I leaned down and kissed her. Sweetly. Softly. I wrapped her up in my arms. And only then did I let myself push into her.

She arched her back and cried out against my mouth, which only intensified my pleasure. I went slow. I wanted to draw it out, and her amazing mouth had already had me on the verge of coming, even before I was pumping in and out of her.

As I thrust in and out of her, again and again, I brushed her hair back from her face. Kissed her forehead, kissed her lips, kissed her neck. Whispered in her ear how much I loved her, and drank in the moans she gave me in response.

“God, Savannah, it’s so good,” I gasped, after what seemed like both an eternity and an instant, simultaneously. “It’s so good.”

She took my face in her hands, looked into my eyes, and smiled. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered back. “I want you to come.”

I groaned again. Buried my face in her neck. Whether she wanted it or not—hell, whether I wanted it or not—it was going to happen. And fast. I couldn’t hold back much longer.

I drew back and looked at her beautiful face. “Where do you want me to come, sweet girl?”

Her eyes widened. “Where do you want to come?”

I hesitated. I wanted this to be so sweet, so tender, so loving. I didn’t want to tell her what I really wanted. I didn’t want to make her feel objectified.

She smirked at me. “Is it my tits, Gage? Do you want to come on my tits?”

Fuck. She could read me like a book. I was breathing too hard now to answer, so I just nodded.

The smirk grew into a full-blown smile and she moved her hands to the sides of her breasts, lifting them and pressing them together. “You should do that, then, baby,” she breathed. “They’re right here for you. All for you.”

Fuuuuuuuuuck. That put me over the edge. I pulled out of her and whipped the condom off, emptying myself all over her beautiful breasts. God, they were always amazing, but they looked even more spectacular covered in my come.

When I had spilled every last drop onto her, she smiled. “Wow,” she said. “I think it’s pretty clear what we need to do now.”

“What?’

She winked. “Shower.”

With that, she got up and took my hand, leading me into the bathroom, turning on the water, and starting us off on round two.