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Davin
He couldn’t help insisting she come home with him.
She still had circles under her eyes, his first clue that she’d worked more than she’d slept over the weekend. And then when he’d seen her yawning on the drive to his house, he knew he’d made the right decision in asking her to skip work tonight.
He’d wear her out just a little more, make sure he was fed, and then convince her to stay. Maybe even longer than tonight. Maybe for the week.
Davin opened the car door for Savannah when they reached his house, and he helped her out despite her laughing grin.
“Quite the gentleman,” she said.
“That’s how it should be. It’s peaceful here. You’ll like it.”
“I have a paper to write and I need to…” Her voice trailed off when she got her first real look at the place. “It’s…nice.”
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
It was his sanctuary. Tucked in the trees away from the rest of the world. Every corner of it had been designed just how he wanted it. For him and for his wife. One day.
Only he’d never been close enough to caring about anyone enough to even think about a future with them.
Until now.
She didn’t say much as he took her through the kitchen, the living room, his bedroom, and then the master bath.
“Why don’t you relax while I get started on dinner?” he said.
“Davin…”
“I like when you call me that.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You should do it more often. We’ll talk when you’re finished.”
He didn’t give her a chance to argue—as he was certain she would. Savannah was used to taking care of herself. Used to working hard. He’d learned that much and more about her during their conversation at the bar. She needed to learn how to let other people help.
Davin left her in the bathroom, stopping by his closet to pull out a robe for her. He planned on getting her out of it as soon as possible, but at least she’d feel like she had something of her own. They hadn’t even stopped by her apartment before they’d come here. He figured he’d get whatever she needed when she needed it.
Savannah deserved it and he had the means and the want to make sure it happened.
Once he heard the shower start, he opened a bottle of wine, set noodles to boil on the stove and put a simple sauce on a slow simmer.
Savannah was the first woman he’d brought to his home. The first one he’d wanted to bring in. Maybe the only one he wanted to bring in. He planned on making the most of it.
Once dinner was nearly done, he wandered back to the bedroom just as Savannah slid into the robe.
When she turned, he caught a glimpse of her breasts before the robe closed and his dick stiffened.
“Savannah,” he growled.
Her fingers slid on the part of the robe before she pulled it open again.
He forgot words, forgot dinner, and went straight for her. He shoved the robe off her shoulders, trapping her arms in the sleeves against her body, and guided her back to the bed. He lost his restraint and lifted her by the waist before tossing her back on the dark comforter.
In seconds he had his pants off, so much blood rushing to his cock it throbbed. He crawled onto the bed, nudging her legs open with his knee. She looked like a siren laying there, dark hair spread around her like a cloud and breasts full, just waiting for him to get a handful.
He squeezed them, and then teased the nipple until it tightened into a bud.
“I could come just looking at you,” he murmured.
“How about a better view, then.”
She sat up, getting to her knees to kiss him, and then pushed his chest. He reclined on the bed like she wanted. And when she crawled on top of him, he agreed. It was a better view. Her tits were full and round, perfect for his hands.
Davin forgot his suggestion for patience when her pussy teased his dick. He grabbed her hips and pulled her on him, groaning when she slid all the way down, letting him go deep.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said. “Hot and tight.”
Her lips curved, making him even harder. And when she began to move, body rocking and twisting against his, he could only squeeze her hips tighter and encourage her to keep up the motion.
“Damn. Savannah.”
“Hang on,” she murmured.
She rode him faster, her breasts bouncing and hair dripping water down to those perfect globes. And when she reached down, fingers rubbing her own pussy, he gritted his teeth as he exploded.
His body jerked again and again as he spilled inside of her, as she continued to ride him. He swore he blacked out a minute. And when he focused again, Savannah hit her own peak, her breath catching.
She bowed over, fingers clutching his arms, tits brushing his chest. Her cunt tightened around him over and over, milking his cock and making him come again.
“Davin—God, I can feel you so deep.”
When her pussy stopped convulsing, she released a breath and pillowed her head on his chest. He reveled in the feel of her cunt still tight around his dick, in her warm breaths that tickled his chest, in every single inch of bare skin that touched his.
And he knew Savannah was made for him.
After a moment, she looked up, eyes searching his. “Something wrong?”
“No. Something’s right.” When she tried to move, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her still. “Not yet.”
“What’s with the mystery?”
“No mystery. I told you I don’t play games. I want you here. With me.”
“I am here.”
“I mean from now on. You belong here.”
This time she did ease back, and then got off of him, taking away the heat. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’ve been falling for you the entire year. Every time I saw you come into class, something connected. Not just physically.”
“Me too,” she said.
“So stay the night.”
She grinned, looking relieved. “I said I would.”
He watched as she stood and put her robe on. “And then?”
“Then what?”
“I don’t want to go back to professor and student.”
She angled her head at him, looking confused. “But you are my teacher.”
“And I want to be more.”
Savannah walked over to him on the bed and leaned over to kiss him. He squeezed his hand in her hair, holding her close for another kiss.
“More,” he said again. “No more pretending there isn’t something here.”
“No games.” She nodded. “And no more pretending.”