14. Graham

14

GRAHAM

I’ve been doing my darndest to convince Savannah to let me join her in one of the dressing rooms today. She’s held firm on her no to allowing that to happen. She knows exactly why I want in with her.

“How about that store?” I suggest, pointing at the expensive lingerie store.

“Sure, but you still aren’t coming into the fitting room.” She smirks as we make our way into the store. I help her pick out a few sexy sets, then wait while she picks out a couple of new bras and underwear.

With her purchases secured in a bag and paid for, we leave the store and continue walking around the mall. After a stop for some skincare items she wanted, we’re finally ready to leave the mall and head back to my house so we can get showered and dressed for our dinner date with Lucas and Carly tonight. When we left them this morning, they were going to take a nap after traveling, and then they were planning on heading out to explore this afternoon, as well.

When we return to my house, they are still gone, which gives me an idea.

“Shall we go take a shower?” I ask Savannah after we’ve unloaded all the bags. We took all the clothing bags to my room, and she’s separated them into hers and his piles.

“I suppose,” she agrees.

“Good, I’ve been dying to see you naked all day.”

“Like you didn’t see me that way this morning.”

“I have to make up for not being able to strip you down after breakfast, thanks to your brother cock-blocking me.”

“Speaking of him just popping in like that, how many other people do we need to worry about just walking in?”

“There are five people—well, six, if I count you—with door and alarm codes. My parents, my house cleaner, chef, and your brother. Only your brother and my parents would be the ones to show up unannounced. The chef and cleaners come on a set schedule.”

“Okay, and what is that schedule?”

“The cleaners come every Tuesday morning at nine. My chef isn’t a specific day and time, but I do schedule them based on when I’ll be home.”

“Okay, so no need to worry about some random person walking in while you’ve got me splayed out on the kitchen table?”

I chuckle. “We shouldn’t have to worry about that, no.”

“Okay, I was a little worried, especially when I was panty-less and my brother walked in. I couldn’t escape fast enough to get some additional clothes on.”

“Believe me, I was thinking about the fact that you had no panties on and hoped they didn’t notice.”

I turn on the showerheads while we both strip. My cock swells when I turn and take in Savannah standing in front of me naked.

“My eyes are here,” Savannah jokes as she points at her face.

“I’m aware,” I say as I rest a hand on her hip. “Just taking all of you in.” I lick my lips and lust after the thought of tasting her.

I place my left hand on her other hip and walk us into the shower. The water is just perfect, hot but not scalding. It cascades down from the rain showerhead mounted to the ceiling above us. I slide my hands down from her hips to just below her ass and pick her up, bringing her up to my height, which makes it easier to kiss her.

I turn us so I can pin her back to the tile wall.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” she breaks the kiss to say. I reach over and turn on one of the other showerheads and point it to spray on the wall behind her body.

“Is that better?” I ask.

“Much,” she agrees, and I lean in for another kiss. Savannah wraps her legs around my hips, and I groan since that brings her pussy to rest just above my cock.

She must want me as badly as I want her, as she reaches down between us and grips my cock and notches it at her entrance.

“Are you ready?” I ask. I rest my forehead against hers as she sinks onto my cock.

“Yes,” she moans. I thrust slowly, teasing her as I hold her against the wall. “More,” she pleads, so I increase my pace.

“Like that?” I ask as I get us to a punishing pace.

“Yes,” she cries out. I lean down and snag her nipple, lapping at it before I nip it with my teeth. “I’m going to come,” Savannah pants as she bucks in sync with my thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock,” I whisper in her ear as I thrust hard. I slip a hand between our bodies and pinch her clit, which sends her over the edge. Her orgasm pulls me right into my own. I thrust one last time before emptying myself inside her. I lean into the wall, holding us both in place as we enjoy the euphoria from our orgasms. “You okay?” I ask once I’ve caught my breath.

“I think so,” she says as I slowly pull out of her and let her slide down my body. She wobbles a little when her feet hit the floor, so I hold on until she’s got her footing. “Legs went numb.”

I drop a chaste kiss on her lips before reaching for her shampoo. I add a small amount to my hands, then massage it into her hair.

“I could get used to this,” she says as she relaxes into my touch.

“Good, because I like taking care of you like this.”

“Are you sure you’re real?” She opens her eyes and gives me a once-over.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” I press my half-hard cock into her ass.

“I don’t mean physically, because, damn. I meant, like, are you sure you’re real in how you’re treating me, taking me on shopping trips, paying for field trips for my class, making me feel like I’m at home at your place, making your house open and welcoming to my cat, and now washing my hair like this is a normal occurrence. It just seems surreal, is all.”

“I’m not this way with many people, obviously not the shower sex and hair washing part. Shit, I’m fucking this up.” I chuckle.

“You aren’t. I know what you were trying to say,” Savannah says as I help rinse the soap from her hair.

“I just feel this pull to sweep you off your feet and take care of you. I want to be with you any moment I can be. I’ve never had that feeling with anyone else I’ve dated in the past. It’s like my soul knows you’re mine, and now that I have you, I don’t want to let go.”

It’s hard to tell, since we’re in the shower and water is everywhere, but I notice a tear slide down Savannah’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” I ask as I wipe the teardrop away.

“Happy tears,” she says. “Things just seem so right between us. I just don’t know whether to embrace what’s happening and throw caution to the wind and say fuck it to the little voice in my head that says this is all too soon.”

“Definitely say fuck it to that voice. Who cares how quickly our relationship progresses? There’s no set timeline that we have to follow. When it is right, it’s right, and you should just go with it. Think of all the people out there who met someone, got married weeks later, and now have been together for twenty, thirty, forty years.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to tap the brakes between us. I’m still just in disbelief sometimes that we’re here and doing this together.”

We finish our shower, our conversation fizzling out as we both focus on washing our bodies and getting out and ready for dinner.

Savannah comes out of the bathroom, her hair and makeup all done. She’s also only dressed in one of the new matching bra and panty sets I bought her today. She has a lightweight robe on that is open in the front, giving me a great taste of what I’ll see later tonight. I sit back on the bed, propped up with the pillows, and watch her drop the robe.

I let out a low whistle, which has her eyes flying to mine. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, or leave me with a boner all night?”

“Maybe both,” she quips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I say as she steps into the dress we bought today.

I slide to the edge of the bed and wait for her to turn around and expose her back to me so I can zip it up. I press a kiss to her spine before pulling the zipper closed, and she shivers at the touch of my lips.

Savannah spins around, stepping back a couple of feet. “How do I look?”

“Stunning,” I say.

“I wish I had a necklace to wear.” She runs a hand over her exposed neck and collarbone. “Do you think we have time to run by my place before going to the restaurant?”

I check the time. “If we leave in the next fifteen minutes, we should be able to make a quick stop.”

“Will you be ready that soon?” she asks. I’m still just sitting around in my boxer briefs.

“It doesn’t take me long to get ready, babe.” I chuckle. I get up and steal a quick kiss before I head into the walk-in closet. I tug on a pair of slacks, then a dress shirt. I snag my favorite black belt and some matching shoes to slip my feet into. I head into the bathroom and check my hair, running a comb through it to make sure it is looking sharp. I spray on some cologne and give myself one last once-over before heading back into the closet to grab a sports jacket on my way out. “I’m ready, are you?” I ask Savannah.

She looks a little shocked, glancing down at her phone to check the time and then back at me. “That was, like, six minutes.”

“Told you it doesn’t take me long.” I wink at her.

She finishes slipping her feet into the new heels we got today, which completes her look. I agree that some subtle jewelry will also look nice.

“Do you know if Lucas and Carly are here?” she asks before we leave the bedroom.

“Yeah, I heard them moving about when you were in doing your hair and makeup. I sent him a text that we’d just meet them at the restaurant a few minutes before our reservation, and he was good with that.”

“Damn, sis,” Lucas says as we descend the stairs. “Looking all grown-up.”

“Thank you.” She accepts his praise. “We’re going to leave a bit early to swing by my apartment. I forgot my jewelry.”

“No problem. Carly is still up getting ready. We’ll see you guys in a bit,” Lucas says.

We head out to the garage, and I open the door to my sports car so Savannah can slide into the passenger side.

“Ohh, the fancy car tonight.” She winks at me as she settles into the seat.

“I have a hot date. Got to show her off in the sexy car.”