ELEVEN
I sent out a prayer of longing and need to my blond angel. And she responded with hope for a new beginning
~ Styx Fuller
“C’mon, Vanna. I’ve got a surprise for you. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
“Quit your fretting, big boy. I’m almost done in here. By the way, you know a masterpiece doesn’t happen with just a snap of your finger. You gotta finesse it, stroke it, build it up. Besides, I wanna look my best for ya, stud muffin.” She laughs.
She’s doing that a lot lately. Ever since her last session with Jocelyn, she’s started to be more like the blond bombshell I met and less like the angry, depressed kitten from the last eight months.
“Okay. Here I am.” Savannah walks out of the bathroom and takes my breath away.
“You’re gorgeous. Pretty as a peach.”
She’s dressed to the nines in skinny jeans and knee-high boots accentuating her long, sexy legs. And the green off-the-shoulder top shaping her voluptuous breasts has me instantly wanting to stay home. But it’s the smile across her face that has me moving toward her. She’s allowed her hair to grow, and it’s past her shoulders now. There’s a slight wave to it. It’s hard to believe she doesn’t use products on it. All natural. The colors match. No bottle needed for my woman.
“Thank ya kindly, sir.”
I wrap her up into me and gently kiss her pouty lips. Taking my time to enjoy the moment. I delve in, relishing in the simple act. It’s been months without intimacy. I’ve held her while she’s healed, but without any expectations of the act going forward. I’m hoping to change that tonight. Ending the kiss, she shyly lifts her fingers to her swollen mouth. I lead us down the steps and into the garage.
“Your chariot awaits, my lady.”
“Hell, no. Seriously? You want me to get on that?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, and it ain’t up for discussion, baby. Get your ass on behind me,” I say, straddling the beast of a motorcycle.
Reluctantly, she complies, cussing the entire time.
“You owe me big time for this, mister. Do you realize how long it took me to style my hair? And you’re gonna blow it all to hell putting a damn helmet on it!”
“Quit your bitchin’, woman, and put it on,” I reply and hand her the spare helmet I purchased earlier just for her. It’s blue with silver stars.
“You got me a Dallas Cowboys helmet? Where I come from, that’s practically an engagement ring,” she jokes.
“It’d be really hard to wear that on your ring finger. Don’t ya think?” I chuckle, amused. “Wrap around me and hang on tight.”
“Ten-four, general sir.” She giggles.
I crank the engine, and we’re zooming off toward my surprise. The feeling of her soft body behind me is a combination of exhilaration, relaxation, and pure pleasure. She has changed me forever. I’ll never be the same.
When we hit the open highway, I gun the engine a little as her arms fly outwards and her soft laughter fills my soul.
“Go faster, Styx,” Savannah shouts into the wind, “I’m free.”
I couldn’t agree more. It’s a physical and emotional pleasure, with a layer of anxiety and adrenaline laced into one. And sharing it with her is amazing. I veer off onto an unpaved road slowly and follow the worn pathway. The closer we get to our destination, the more in tune with nature I become and know this is home. The damp earth combined with old fallen leaves relays a calming effect in my soul. This is the right move for us. Driving past a pine tree, I breathe in the sweet aroma and sigh.
The forest fades into a wide-open clearing. I cut the engine and hold my hand out for her. She clasps it and dismounts easily. Taking the helmet off, she runs her fingers through her tussled hair.
“Where are we? This place is magical. It’s like we’ve been transported into our own little paradise.”
I help her to the spot I prepared earlier.
“Madam.” I bow, pulling out the picnic basket.
“Where’s Styx, and what have you done with my man?” She chuckles and kneels down onto the blanket.
“Wine?”
“Please.”
She sips her wine, looking around at the great outdoors. I relish in the moment. My woman is on the mend. The new beginning of a future filled with Savannah’s happiness is all I want. To watch the joy on her face as I shower her with all her wishes coming true.
“What do ya think of our place?”
“Huh?”
“Where we are right here”—I point down at the ground—“could be our family room. And over yonder, the master bedroom. Just think about waking every morning to the view of the river.”
“Styx—”
“I’m pretty sure the space over there is flat enough to build a fort and play yard for the kids.”
“Styx—”
“I’ll leave you to decide where the pool should go. And I’m totally open to the layout of the house. Whatever you want, blondie. Sky’s the limit.”
“Styx—”
“Not gonna take no for an answer, Savannah. My mind’s made up. This is the perfect place for us to build a family. You and me. When you’re ready to go back to work, the base is only twenty miles south. This place can be our private getaway from the rest of the world with all the amenities close by. I’ve thought of every reason for you to say no. You feel me?”
“Heaven to Betsy, Styx…I…um…I’m speechless. How? When? What are you saying?”
“Welcome home, Savannah.”
She places the wine to the side and stands, turning around slowly until she’s facing me once again.
“I love it.”
I can’t help myself as I reach for her, pulling her onto my lap. She straddles me, peppering my face with soft kisses.
“Perfect place to raise a family.”
Her breath hitches as her tongue wets my lips and deepens the earth-moving kiss. I open to her unique taste, savoring the moment. I let her lead, in no hurry to move fast. Where she goes, I’ll follow. The need surging inside me is all for the woman rubbing up against my dick, nipping and sucking my lips. Passionate and fierce. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve felt her silky depths, and before I realize what’s what, I have a raging hard-on, aching for release.
She leans back and removes her blouse and unsnaps her bra. Beautiful. Then she stands, shucking the remainder of her clothes. I stand quickly, ridding myself of mine.
“Baby, it’s been way too long. Are you sure about this? You’re ready?”
“Touch me, Styx. Slow and easy,” she breathes, her gaze meeting mine, breaking a little piece of my heart with the unspoken vulnerability staring back at me.
I swallow hard, dying a little inside from wanting to comfort and touch her so badly. “No pressure. You say the word, and I hit the brakes. We stop. No questions asked,” I whisper, grazing her puckered-up nipple with my thumb. Because of my actions, she went through hell and back to survive captivity. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to her.
She lifts my other hand and places it on her other exposed breast, staring intently into my eyes. The gentle touch of a woman in need. Soft, delicate Savannah under my fingertips.
“Prolonged and overdue,” she murmurs with an air of sexy confidence. “New beginnings, Styx.”
“Fresh starts.”
“Besides, as long as I have you by my side, I’m good.”
“We’ve got forever, baby. We found the thing most people search for and never find—a once in a lifetime kinda treasure—true, honest to God love. You and me.”
“I love you, too, Styx.”
“It’s you and me, blondie. Forever.”
“It goes without saying, but I feel the same way about you,” she murmurs, slowly sinking down onto my engorged dick.
Her tempo is slow and easy. Our gazes remain connected, two magnets pulled together by an unknown force, as the intense pleasure courses between us. Her lips part as her breathing escalates and her eyes remain locked on me. She places delicate fingers on my shoulders as fear clouds the sensual haze building between us.
“Stay with me, Savannah. Feel me. Feel what you do to me. It’s just you and me. The way God intended us to be. Worshiping you. It’s our turn, baby.”
Her chin dips low in acknowledgement, all the while she continues a steady climb toward her impending climax. My hands caress the firm cheeks of her pert little ass, lifting it up and down. The crisp, cool smell of autumn is in the wind. The graceful touch of her breasts and thighs is enough to send me rocketing skywards. But I hold on. She’s first.
Sensations swamp me. Damn, she looks like an angel with the glow from the sun setting, her blond hair framed around her face. Desire pierces me from her stare. She’s magnificent. I clench my teeth when lust for more of her slams into me, stiffening my throbbing muscle to an all-time hardness.
“Simply gorgeous. You melt me, Savannah. It’s just you and me, making love the way two people should.”
“I’m close. I can feel you.”
“I’m with you. Come with me. Together.”
“Together.”
She rocks against my pelvic bone, massaging her clit with each downward slide.
“That’s it, baby. Take me with you.”
“Styx,” she loudly screams.
The grip on my shoulders tightens, and I follow her over the edge into oblivion.