9. Savor

9 / SAVOR

Sage

I’d lost track of how many times Fitz made me orgasm. As he thrust into me, all I could think about was how good his cock felt. My voice was hoarse from groaning, crying, gasping—but I couldn’t stop the sounds I made as he pinned me to the shower wall and fucked me slow.

I grunted with every thrust. My nails dug into him, and I held on as his cock pumped in and out.

Already felt like I was at the edge, wondering if I was able to come again so soon.

But with every movement, I realize that, yes —he could make me come again.

And yes, he really was a pleasure dom. He was everything that I'd ever wanted, everything that I'd ever dreamed of having in my life.

The trust I felt with him, the way I felt safe. All of it felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

I cupped his face, staring into his red eyes as he moved against me. I parted my lips for him, eager for his kiss. He leaned in, plunging his tongue inside my mouth and down my throat.

His wings spread behind him, water pelting our bodies as he fucked me harder.

“You feel so good, sir,” I said.

Fitz huffed as he planted a hand above my head against the tiled wall. Steam swirled around us as I clenched his cock, milking him with every movement.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

I wanted his cum to drip out of me. I wanted to feel it inside of me, hot and full.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned.

I watched in awe as his expression twisted with pleasure. I mirrored every movement with my own. It felt like it should be impossible, but he was pumping into me just right, the ridges of his cock rubbing against me in a way that was pulling me under the waves of euphoric bliss.

“I’m going to cum,” Fitz growled.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. He let out a dark moan and slammed into me once more, releasing once he was buried deep. I came as he filled me, the endorphins flooding me as the heat of his cum brought me pleasure.

He sank against me, the two of us breathing hard. We stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. I pressed my face against his neck and closed my eyes.

I listened to the pounding of my heart and the shower.

Savor this while you can.

The stray thought felt so ominous.

“You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met,” he murmured. “I treasure your trust and care.”

“Thank you for pouring wax on me and giving me multiple orgasms.”

He snickered and slowly pulled out of me. We both stepped under the shower as his cum dripped down my thighs. I grinned up at him as the water ran over me.

“I dont think I’ve ever felt so relaxed,” I said.

“Excellent,” he murmured. “Dinner and…”

“A movie. More sci-fi movies, although this one isn’t from the eighties. And it has a hot alien.”

“Wonderful.”

I settled on the sofa and turned on the TV. I was wrapped in a blanket and wore only underwear—a pair Fitz had yet to eat. My hair was still wet from the shower and my stomach grumbled for food.

My lips tugged into another stupid smile. I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. My mind kept replaying all of the things we’d done tonight, from the museum date to wax play to our steamy shower. Fitz was the hottest kinkiest gentleman I’d ever met.

I listened to him rustle around in the kitchen and looked up. He emerged with two plates of food, silverware, and drinks on a wooden tray.

“I think I got it all,” he said. “There’s plenty more if this isn’t enough. Or I could always cook something else.”

“This is perfect,” I said. “Thank you.”

He winked at me as he set the tray down on the coffee table in front of us, settling in next to me. I leaned against him, burying my nose against his shoulder and breathing in his scent.

“So, when you’re at work—what do your nights look like?” he asked.

“Well, usually I’d be at my desk hunched over the computer cursing,” I teased. “Nothing too fun.”

“Hmm…maybe I could feed you chocolate and kisses to make you happy.”

“I’d love that.”

That ache returned to my chest with a vengeance.

This was technically our last night together if I left tomorrow. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to spend all my time with him, to get to know him more. In fact, it was becoming more and more clear to me that this crazy weekend had changed my life in multiple ways.

“Now, what are you thinking about?” he teased.

I flipped through one of the streaming services and found the right movie for us. It took a few moments for me to get the lump out of my throat. “I’m thinking about tomorrow,” I said. “And how I'm supposed to leave. I don't want to though.”

“Then don’t,” he said softly. “Stay with me.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I nodded. I wasn't going to allow myself to push any further. If I stayed tomorrow night, that would be fine.

But then I had to leave Monday.

Reality was an ice bath over my mind. The fact was, he would leave, I would be here, and I wasn't sure what would happen after that.

What did I want to happen?

I wasn't sure. Everything I felt was so intense, but it happened so fast, my mind was having a hard time grasping at all.

“This movie is about aliens,” I said, changing the subject. “And is the most sexual one in the entire franchise. The bad guy is hot.”

“Oh, and of course. Why wouldn't the bad guy be hot?”

See, he got it. Another thing that was making me fall in love with Fitz.

He grabbed the tray and balanced it between us as we both ate leftovers. I started the movie, a comfortable silence settling between us.

It was perfect.

Once again, everything that he had done was beyond sweet. I felt taken care of. After our intense sex my entire body was sore, but I ached in a good way.

I dug into the garlic bread with a groan as I got high off the carbs. Everything was delicious.

He’s too good for you. He’s too perfect.

“That’s the hot one?” he asked as an alien burst on the scene.

“Yeah,” I snorted. “You’ll see it. Just give it some time.”

I could imagine us doing this once a week. Sitting on the couch together, watching an old movie, devouring pasta. There was a comfort in being next to him, his presence like a soft blanket.

“You know, until I met you, I never watched any movies. I've known about their existence, of course, but I've just never sat and watched any.”

“Really?” I asked. “In all the time you’ve been alive?”

“Yes. They're quite entertaining. And I’m not that old.”

I gave him a smug smirk. “I mean…”

“I’m a young man in the monster world.”

“Mmhmm,” I chuckled. “Whatever you say sir .”

He narrowed his eyes on me. “You know, I’m not above bending you over my knee and spanking you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Fitz snorted. “Finish your food, little flame.”

I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him, but grinned as I relaxed and we continued eating. Eventually we put the tray aside and he stretched out, pulling me over his body. I relaxed against him, my ear pressed to his chest as I listened to the movie dialogue and his heart beat.

By the time the movie finished, he let out a low hum.

“And why didn’t they finish their romance?” he asked. “There was clearly tension there.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” I exclaimed.

He ran his claws through my hair and gently massaged my scalp. I sighed and closed my eyes, the softest moan escaping me.

“That feels good,” I mumbled.

“Good,” he said softly. “We could stay like this forever.”

“We could.”

And at the very least, I would remember these moments forever.