by Eden Rose
Vincent starts getting me out of my swim suit with so much care and tenderness that I could cry. Once I'm naked, he picks me up and places me into the bath tub. He gets naked as well and sits behind me.
I lean back against him and rub my hands down his legs while matching the rhythm of our breathing. Suddenly, I feel so much pressure on my chest and I feel the need to start crying.
"Vincent," I start to speak but my voice catches.
He picks up my hair that is now laying against my back and tosses it to the other shoulder. "Shh, baby, it's okay."
I start to move my head from side to side and turn to face him. He cups my cheeks and runs his thumbs under my eyes. "My love for you is so big and heavy that my heart feels like its going to burst," I whisper.
"I know," he whispers back to me.
Realization hits me and I begin to panic. "I don't want you to go to anymore of those things that we did today."
*Vincent*
My girl is breaking my heart right now and all I can do is listen to her. Savannah knows that I can't stop what I'm doing. If I were to do that, it would be open season for both of us. I will make her leave if that means she will be safe. I will die completely inside, but her life means more to me than my own.
"Please don't go to anymore of it. I can't stand not knowing where you are."
Another piece of my heart cracks because this is the one thing that I can't give her. " I'm sorry, baby." That is the most pathetic sentence I can possibly give. I want to tell her that I would rather throw myself onto a blade if that means I can promise her this.
Savannah closes her eyes and tears begin to hit my fingers. I'm a worthless piece of shit. This beautiful woman just wants me to be safe and I can't go along with this. "Please don't cry. Nothing will happen to me."
"Vincent, please, I'm so scared." Her eyes plead with me.
I feel my own tears threaten. "Savannah, I promise you I will do anything I have to do to come home to you." I point to her heart and she wraps her hand around my pointer finger. "This is what keeps me alive. I need this to live." Yeah, I sound like a pussy, but I will do anything or say anything to bring a smile to her... just... I can't give her what she wants. "As long as your heart is mine, I will always come home to you." Her chest heaves against me. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
I reach past her and pull the tub plug and climb out. Thank god I turned on the warmer rack. I bring a bath blanket out of the rack and unfold it. She takes my offered hand and steps out. She let's me rub the towel against her to dry her and purrs a little.
"Come with me," I use the towel that she is using to dry off my own body and lead her to the bed.
Savannah climbs onto the bed and scooches to the top of the bed and smiles at me. When she smiles like that I feel as if I were the one who made the world go round.
I climb up the bed and slowly kiss every inch of her body. I plan to make sweet and passionate love to her.
She lays back against the headboard and watches me climb up her body. When I reach her breast, I pull her nipple into my mouth and run my tongue around it. Her back bows like she is offering me everything.
My hand travels up and down her torso so I can hear that moan she makes when I'm teasing her. I love that moan, it makes me feel ten feet tall. I rest my hand on her hip and go back to kissing her lips.
I feel her smile against my mouth and she tries to push me off of her but I don't want her on top. This is my show and I decide what will take place and when.
Savannah let's out a guttural moan and then a groan. "You don't want me to suck you?" She whispers and then runs her tongue against my lips.
My dick jumps to attention at the possibility of that sweet mouth on it. Sorry buddy, not happening. "No, baby, you shouldn't be on your knees."
She stops kissing me and I look down at her face and notice her eyes are shiny. Oh, shit. Savannah probably thinks she is bad at it or something. "I love when you suck me, baby, but I just want to make love to you."
"Okay."
I reach my hand down to test her and make sure she is ready. She nods and then kisses me as if she knew what I were doing. When I place my knees next to hers, I open her legs and slowly guide myself into her.
She is so hot and wet. Seriously, it feels like the first time right now. This is how I should have made love to her the first time. I'm going to do it right.
I hold myself in her and grab her cheeks. When our eyes meet, she smiles at me and nods. The feelings for this woman are too great. I can't live this life without her. "You are so beautiful," I whisper.
Slowly, she hooks her legs over my hips and rests the backs of her thighs against the front of mine. I don't speed up my pace, I'm enjoying watching her face contort with pleasure.
Even though we are going slow, the intimacy of this is making me want to blow. I feel my balls tighten and I want to rush to finish but this is for her.
"Are you going to come?" I whisper again and wraps our hands together. I will do anything to feel closer to her.
"Uh huh," she is breathy but I know when she comes because she pants a little louder. "Yeessssss."
I come in her and wait for my breathing to go back to normal. When my chest calms, I get a wash cloth to clean her up.
I love looking at her when she looks like this. Savannah looks well loved and she is loved. By me.
In this moment, while she is naked on our bed, I knew I would die for this woman.
*Chapter 36*
"Wake up, Vincent," I whisper in his ear as I lay on top of him. " I'm ready to go shopping!"
He yawns and stretches his arms out. "I could get used to waking up like this."
"I need to call the bank and then I'm ready to go!" I jump off of his body and he sits up. Topless. Yum.
Ooooh... those muscles hurt. He definitely made the most amazing love to me last night and I can still feel him against my skin.
"Why do you need to call the bank?" He pulls the blankets back and moves his feet to the floor.
Sometimes he asks the dumbest questions. "To see how much money I have in my account, duh!" After picking up my phone, I dial the bank information. Good. I had enough money to put down on the furniture. "Also, I need to stop by my office to get some closing paperwork." I quickly put on a pair of yoga shorts, a sports bra and a cute tank top. Normally I would want to look cute, but we are only going furniture shopping.
Vincent walks towards the closet and slips on a pair of shorts and a fitted tee. He looks so hot. I mean, he always looks hot but I like seeing him casual. "I don't know why you keep checking it," he sprayed on some cologne and went to his drawer that held his secret money. "I have told you that I will take care of it as an incentive for you moving in here."
Since I didn't wear my ring yesterday, he held it out to me after shoving some cash in his pocket. "Did you miss something?"
After closing the space between us, I took it and slipped it on where it belonged. "Of course I missed it. Come on, let's go!" I grabbed his hand and started to pull him out with me.
"Finally!" I scream as we walked outside and to my promised convertible. "I want to drive."
"Okay, go ahead," he opens the passenger door and sits down as I sit in the front. In his hands still held the money and he found a place to put it in the glove department. "Be careful with my car. Its brand new," I started the car and he opened the top. "You look beautiful driving this car."
After pulling out of the driveway, we headed down the road. "You look so sexy riding bitch."
"Hey! I'm no bitch!" Vincent turned on the radio and turned his phone's volume up. "Where did you want to go look for your new bed?"
"Our new bed?" I made sure to emphasize "our." He took a deep breath in and let it out. " I'm thinking a Postur-Pedic bed would be amazing. The mattress forms to our body so while we are having sex it will hug us!"
Vincent started to laugh and shake his head.
When we made it to the store that held the mattr
ess, Vincent held my hand the whole time. I think it is so sweet.
"Let's go find us a bed, baby doll."
The associates came flocking towards as we came in.
"Mr. Moretti? We have been expecting you," he turned from Vincent to look at me. "Who is this beautiful woman?"
"Savannah Cavanough," I held my other hand out for the guy to shake my hand. "We are here for a new bed. Please show us where the Postur-Pedic ones are."
The associate looked from me to Vincent. "You heard her. Whatever she wants."
I held his hand tighter and whispered, "Til the casket drops."
"I love you too, babe."
We tried out about fifty different mattresses, or so it felt like. Vincent and I agreed on the comfort level, but didn't on the size.
"I think we should get a king," he claims as he walks over to it.
"No, we should get a queen so we could cuddle at night," I walked over to the queen one and the associate left.
"We are getting the king," he stands up and walks over to the associate and has me pick out the sheets in order to pacify me.
After the mattress sale, we went to pick out a new couch and paint for the house. I'm happy that the painters were coming to tomorrow to change the color from blues to different variances of colors.
"I think you should drive now," I suggested as I sat in the passenger seat. He got into the driver's side and started the car.
"Sure, no problem. Please put your belt on." I didn't oblige. However I did wait for him to start driving on the road before I reached over to his pants and worked to get them undone. "What are you doing?"
"Sh." I adjusted myself in my seat so I could lean over to his side and I put my head in his lap and I kicked off my shoes. His dick is hardening as he felt my breath on him and this made me feel sexy. With him now free, I sucked him all the way into my mouth and slid out slowly. Vincent moaned and his breathing got heavier. "Both hands on the wheel!" His hands were trying to control my head movement and I wanted to control the speed.
As I deep throated him, he let out a moan that is way too loud. At the tip of his dick, I licked around the head and then pumped my first along his shaft.
"Fuck. I'm going to come!" When he confided this fact, I had him so deep in my throat that I felt his whole dick twitch in my mouth as he came. "Hands down, you are a goddess. Strictly the most amazing woman." He praised me as I sat back in my seat and he adjusted himself.
By the time we made it to my office, Anne's car is in front. She must have wanted to get some work done too.
"Anne!" I yelled after getting off the elevator with Vincent in tow. "What are you doing here?" As I walked closer, I noticed she had something in her hand that is addressed to me.
"Do you not answer your phone?" She got off her chair and walked to me with the note. "The security guard tried calling you a few times and when he couldn't call you, he called me," she handed me over the letter. "Someone broke into the building with this and tapped it to our office door."
Vincent walked over and took it out of my hand. "Savannah, were you expecting a letter?" He asked as he opened it.
"No, what does it say?"
"Uh, its a poem by Lord Byron."
"He is one of my favorite poets. How did you know that I loved his work?" Anne walked closer to me as I asked.
"I didn't. Do you want me to read it to you?" I nodded and he he began.
"When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken- hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
Thy name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
Thy knew thee to well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
I secret we met--
I silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears."
"When We Two Parted," Lord Byron.
My hands shook as he finished. We all knew who it is from. I knew from the poem choice. Joel is trying to tell me how he felt. However it is too late. I sat on a desk and held the letter in my hand scanning the words that were hand written from Joel. Such a romantic gesture however it is a few years too late. I could cry.
"How... did... he know?" I stammer out as I got off my perch and walked to the window. "This is my favorite poem. Damn!" I scream as I crinkle the poem in my hand and scream curse words to Joel in my head.
"Vans, look." I turn to her as she approached me and Vincent pulled out his phone. "He is an asshole for giving you this. Come on, let's take a deep breath."
Vincent is doing something on his phone as I walked over to my desk to pull out the work that needed to be done before Monday.
"Listen, you mother fucker-" Vincent screamed in his phone. He must have been interrupted because he looked mad. After a few beats, he spoke again. "What part of clocking someone is so hard for you? Do I need to hold your fucking hand and show you how to work?" His accent is so thick when he is mad and he went from English to Italian several times. As he shut off his phone, he cursed a few times. "Savannah, I'm really sorry."
I turned to look at him as he sat on top of my desk. "For?" I really didn't know why he is apologizing. This is my ex husband's doing, not his.
"I need to break my promise to you," he leaned in and kissed my cheek. "I will be back in a little bit." With that, he turned and left.
Anne and I stared at each other. Dumb founded. What just happened?
I reached into my purse, and pulled out my phone. There were four missed calls and three texts. I ignored them and wrote a text to Vincent.
Me: Vincent, I love you. I can't wait to marry you.
Your Fiance: I would marry you today.
I blushed as I thought of something to say back.
Me: Okay.
I knew he would probably think I'm joking. I might have been. But in this moment I'm not.
"Lets go into town. I need to buy some things," I say to Anne as I gathered my files and stuffed them into my purse. Really, I needed a break from my own thoughts. My mind is coming up with the worst possibilities and it is scaring me.
I don't like it when he leaves me alone. I hate that it is irrational to want to be with him all of the time.
"Okay, Vans. I need to get my husband a wedding band! I feel awful!" We walked to the elevator and down the shaft.
"I want to get something for Vincent too. He is so great and I feel bad that I haven't got him anything."
We walked down town and I noticed that the BMW is gone. My heart slammed against my rib cage. He is gone. Poof! Just like that. I'm more scared about how I felt knowing that he could leave so fast.
"What time are you meeting your parents?" I ask as I hear my phone chirp.
"While Vincent was on the phone, Ronnie texted me and said he needed to reschedule. So, to answer your question, I'm really not sure." She looked sad by this news.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and turned the screen on.
Your Fiance: Only if I knew you you were serious.
My face turned a deep shade of red as my insides heated to its core. I texted him back within a matter of minutes; I needed to think of something juicy to say.
Me: What if I were ?
This will spark his attention. Maybe he would tell me where he
is going.
Two minutes later and I'm about to give up. My phone chirped and the message read:
Your Fiance: You and Anne have appointments at Caridee's, it already been taken care of. Its at 5.
"Did you get a text?" I ask her as my eyes search around to see if someone is watching us. With one last look at my phone I realized that it is only two.
Wait a minute. That is the same black car that I have seen before. This is Manhattan, so black cars all traveled together like ants... but I see the government plate. I point it out to Anne and she starts to open her mouth. "Don't say anything, just keep walking. Its probably nothing."