by Gaines, Liza
“I don’t know why.” Lee chuckled gruffly and took a step forward, pushing her toward the bed. “It was when I was making dinner. You sat there talking to me while I cooked, and I remember thinking how nice it would be if we ended every day like that. It just felt comfortable and right. I liked cooking for you, too.”
Savannah giggled and glanced over her shoulder at him with a teasing smile. “That’s good. I maybe should have told you this sooner, but I can’t cook to save my life.”
“Well, I did promise to cook for you for as long as you were staying with me if you’d keep doing the dishes. I guess we’re both stuck now.” Lee kissed the end of her nose before giving her a pat on the bottom.
“On the bed, Little Bird. On your hands and knees.”
Savannah hurried to comply, having forgotten all about the room service they were still waiting on. When she’d positioned herself, she looked back to see him standing behind her, his gaze fixed between her spread thighs. Lee bent close and she made a small, strangled sound when he blew a warm breath over her pussy. He looked up at her at that sound, an amused smile playing over his lips, before turning his attention back to her aching entrance.
With a ferocity that startled Savannah, he covered her with his mouth, his tongue thrusting inside her as he found her clit with his thumb. Lee wasn’t playing or teasing, either. He licked her with such energetic enthusiasm she was shocked by how quickly she could feel her orgasm building. Unfortunately, just as she was reaching the brink of her climax, room service knocked on the door.
Lee pulled away, wrapping his good arm around her hips and pulling her off the bed. Setting her on her feet, he pulled back the covers. “Get in.”
Savannah obeyed, pulling the covers up around her neck while Lee crossed to the door. With a quick glance at her to make sure she’d had time to cover herself, Lee opened the door and let the waiter from room service in. The waiter carried the tray of drinks and food Savannah had ordered to the table by the window and Lee tipped him generously before he left.
Closing the door behind him, Lee arched a brow at Savannah and crossed the room toward the table. “I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.”
“Then get over here and eat my pussy because you are not leaving me like this.” Savannah was proud of herself for mustering the courage to make such a crude demand but she was blushing hotly anyway.
Lee altered his course, coming around the bed again and pulling back the blankets. Pushing her thighs apart with his hand and finding her clit with his middle finger, Lee asked, “Should I just get you off real quick then so you can concentrate on other things?”
“No.” Savannah moaned, her hips rocking against his hand instinctively. “I want your cock.”
“Oh, you’ll get my cock, Little Bird.” Lee chuckled and leaned over her, taking her nipple in his mouth, his teeth clasping and pulling. Savannah gasped, her back arching, and Lee let the nipple slip from between his lips. “When I’m ready to give it to you and not before.”
Lee adjusted his hand, his thumb settling over her clit as he slid two fingers inside of her. Just like that Savannah was on the verge of orgasm again, thrashing in the bed as Lee fingered her. It amazed her for as short a time as they had known one another that he knew so well how to touch her to get just the response he wanted.
Savannah felt her pussy begin to quiver around his fingers, the first sign of what was sure to be a powerful orgasm. But much to her frustration, he withdrew his hand, leaving her hanging again just as he had when room service arrived.
“Get up, honey, help me get this sling off.” Lee took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Savannah stood on wobbly knees wondering if her fingers would even work. Thankfully, and to her surprise, they did. She helped Lee with the sling before assisting him with the rest of his clothes. Once he’d had the sling off, he probably could have undressed on his own just fine, but she enjoyed helping him, just as she’d enjoyed helping him dress that morning at the hospital.
When he was naked, Lee started to guide her back to the bed but Savannah resisted, instead going to her knees in front of him. Lee looked down at her, watching through lidded eyes, as she leaned forward to lick and kiss his erection. Savannah loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed like he was harder than she’d ever seen him before and she could feel him throbbing as she wrapped one hand around the shaft.
Lee groaned with his head back and his good hand tangled tight in her hair as she continued to tease him with her tongue. Slowly stroking his shaft with a firm grip, she bent closer, licking his balls. That got an unexpectedly keen response.
“Oh, Jesus. Stop, Savannah, or I’ll come just like this.” Lee pulled her hair, his voice distorted by the force of his arousal.
Savannah ignored him, sucking and licking his balls, she stroked his cock a little faster. At the end of each stroke, she rubbed her thumb over the swollen crown, shivering when she felt the first wet drops of pre-come.
Lee grunted and pulled her mouth off of him, looking down at her. “Dammit, I said stop. On the bed. Right fucking now.”
Savannah scrambled onto the bed and Lee was right behind her, pressing her down on her back and covering her body with his. As he positioned himself, taking most of his weight on his good arm, Savannah frowned up at him.
“You should let me on top. Your arm…”
“I’ll be fine.” Lee’s voice was hoarse and she thought she’d heard his breath catch as he settled himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance just as it had the night he’d come on her stomach. He looked down, watching, just as he had that night, too.
“You better not think yourself to an orgasm before you get inside me this time, Levon.” Savannah’s voice was husky, her hands splayed on his chest as she teased him.
“Oh, I won’t, sweetheart.” He looked up at her then, their eyes locking as he pushed against her a little more. “That night I came on your stomach thinking about getting you pregnant. So now that I’m actually allowed to try and knock you up I won’t be coming anywhere but inside you, Little Bird.”
“That’s what you were thinking?” Savannah lifted her hips, hooking one leg around him, urging him to enter her but he resisted.
“I told you I’d thought about it. Hell, I jacked off in the shower at the hospital this morning thinking about it. Had I known then how today would turn out…” Lee let his voice trail off, chuckling with amusement.
Savannah bit his chest, scraping her teeth over his skin, and was gratified to hear his low groan of pleasure. “Well, let’s get this show on the road then, Baby Daddy.”
Lee laughed loudly and shook his head. “Being the old man that I am, you probably know more about slang than I do, but I’m pretty sure Baby Daddy means unmarried.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Savannah giggled, realizing she had forgotten they’d gotten married. Well, forgotten wasn’t exactly right but she definitely wasn’t used to thinking of herself as married yet. She was about to explain that when she felt him shift against her.
Savannah cried out with pleasure when Lee entered her, his stiff cock stretching and filling her as he haltingly pushed inside of her. She lifted her hips, her fingers digging into his chest. She wanted more. Lee covered her mouth with his, kissing her tenderly and he shallowly thrust against her. Savannah rocked eagerly beneath him, enthralled by the feel of their bodies moving together.
“God, you feel good, Little Bird.” Lee’s voice was gruff as he lifted his head, staring into her eyes. “I wanted to fuck you without a condom from the very start. It’s a good thing I didn’t know it would be like this or I might not have been able to control myself.”
Whimpering in response, Savannah trembled beneath him and Lee began to push deeper with each thrust, quickening his pace. He cupped her face with his right hand, his thumb stroking her cheek, while he held himself on his good arm. Savannah couldn’t contain her cries of pleasure; the feel of his finger
s touching her face so tenderly was almost enough to make her cry. Every time they were together, he made her feel like the only woman in the world. It didn’t matter if he was making love to her or fucking her, he always made her feel cared for, cherished, and loved. It amazed her he could convey so much emotion with his touch.
“I need to feel my wife come on my cock.” Lee grunted with every thrust as he drove into her. The way he’d said ‘wife’ made Savannah shiver, her pussy beginning to flutter around him and he smiled, arching a brow at her with surprised amusement. “You like that, Little Bird? You like when I call you my wife?”
Savannah wanted to answer but she couldn’t, she panted and gasped for breath too much to form the proper words, and she didn’t know what she could have said anyway other than to agree with what he obviously already knew. He got all the answer he needed anyway, because when he’d said wife again she’d gripped him tight as he slid into her.
“You do.” Lee groaned and chuckled, dipping his head to bite her neck, several small stinging bites between each word. “My sweet little wife likes it when I bite her, too, doesn’t she?”
Oh, yes, she definitely did. It was so primal to have his teeth on her skin and it drove her wild. When he bit her collarbone, she moaned, a loud wheezing sound, and realized she was about to come. She thrashed beneath him, shaking with the overwhelming need for release.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. I want my wife to come for me.”
“Come with me, Levon.” Savannah gasped as she exploded beneath him, her eyes closed tight and her back arching sharply. Lee buried himself deep, groaning as she contracted hard around him. He pushed up on his arms to look down at her, his jaw clenched as he watched her.
When her cries of pleasure subsided to soft moans he began to drive into her again, nuzzling her neck. “God you’re beautiful when you come, sweetheart.
“But you didn’t finish.” Savannah’s voice was husky against his shoulder as he slowly thrust inside her.
Lee smiled, kissing the bridge of her nose. “I will. But I wanted to watch you.”
Blushing, Savannah pressed her face into his shoulder, self-conscious that he’d watched her while she’d been lost to the ecstasy of orgasm. Lee didn’t talk to her now, instead burying his face in her hair as he tenderly rocked against her. He was panting, a harsh, ragged sound, his breath warm on her neck as they writhed together, his cock rigid and throbbing inside of her. She started bucking her hips against him, her legs around his waist as she met his thrusts with her own. Now she needed to see him come, just as he had wanted to see her.
When Lee’s cock jerked, Savannah shivered and cried out, nipping at his chest with her teeth. She rocked beneath him faster, eager to help him find his release. But instead, his hand settled on her hip, pressing her into the mattress to still her movements, his voice thick as he grunted, “No, not yet. Not yet.”
Savannah whimpered with frustration as Lee pinned her to the bed, gasping, “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want it to end.” Lee lifted his head to look at her and Savannah’s heart ached at the vulnerability and depth of emotion she saw when their eyes met.
She smiled up at him, holding him tightly as he moved against her, maintaining his slow but steady rhythm, despite her trying to coax him faster. “I want to watch you come like you watched me.”
“Oh, God, Savannah.” His voice was deep, gruff, and she knew he was fighting a losing battle.
Savannah had her hands on the sides of his face, looking up at him intently. “I want to feel you come for the first time as my husband.”
Lee grunted with pleasure, unable to hold back any longer, as his cock pulsed inside the clinging heat of her. He pulled back, driving into her hard enough to make her cry out, before throwing his head back with a roar of satisfaction, his hips grinding against her as he emptied himself inside of her for the first time.
Regaining his composure, Lee held Savannah tightly to his chest, rolling to his back so she sprawled over him. He was still out of breath, his hands lazily stroking her back. She snuggled against him, her head tucked comfortably beneath his chin.
After a while, Savannah tipped her head back, smiling at him lazily. She’d been thinking about the ring again and had another question. “Hey, what if we don’t have a son?”
“Hmm? What are you talking about?” Lee yawned and gave her a confused look.
“Your Mom’s ring. You said someday our son’s wife would have it. But what if we don’t have a son?”
“We will. I don’t care how many daughters we have first, we’ll keep having them until we have a son.” Lee laughed and swatted her bottom, adding more seriously when she scowled at him, “If we only have daughters then of course we’d give the ring to one of them. Speaking of family though, we should probably call ours and let them know we got hitched. Mike and Ginny, too, I suppose.”
Gently pushing Savannah off his chest, he crossed the room to retrieve his phone, bringing back a can of soda and the plate of cheese and crackers, too. When he returned, lying down next to her, she cuddled against his side and looked at him dubiously. “Do we have to?”
Lee laid the plate of snack food on his stomach and opened the can of soda, handing it to Savannah. As she drank thirstily, Lee cocked a brow at her. “What, you’re so ashamed of me you don’t want to tell your folks we tied the knot?”
Savannah shook her head, handing the soda to him. “No, no, it’s not that at all. It’s just the last time I talked to my Mom was about three weeks ago, and I spent the entire conversation telling her about a horrid first date I’d had the night before and bitching about how there were no good men left in the universe. I might have even threatened to become a lesbian to avoid the agony of any more awful dates. So, you know, calling her up now and telling her I got married might come as a bit of a shock. Plus my Dad can be a little prickly sometimes.”
Lee laughed, setting the can of soda on the bedside table. “I’m pretty sure lesbians have bad dates, too, sweetheart, but I’m awful glad you didn’t follow through on that threat. Anyway, I see your point but you do have to tell them and they’ll only be more upset the longer you wait.”
Savannah nibbled on a piece of cheese thoughtfully for a minute before resigning herself to the fact that he was right. “Fine, fine. You win.”
“So, which is it then, Little Bird? You want to call your folks or my sister first?” Lee kissed the tip of her nose before handing her another piece of cheese.
“My folks, I guess. Might as well get it out of the way.” She was still smiling, eating the cheese he’d given her, as she laid her head on his shoulder. Lee handed her his phone and Savannah dialed the number from memory before setting it to speaker and laying it on his chest.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Dad. It’s Savannah.”
“Of course it is. I’d know my little girl’s voice anywhere. How are you, Savvy?”
Savannah winced, embarrassed by her dad’s nickname for her. Lee cocked a brow and grinned at her, mouthing the word “Savvy” with a smirk but she ignored him.
“I’m great, Dad. But I have some pretty big news. Is Mom there? Can you put me on speaker?”
“Just a minute, honey.”
Her dad fumbled loudly with the phone and then a moment later her mother was on the line. “Your dad has you on speaker now. What’s this big news?”
Savannah took a deep steadying breath and then said with a rush, “I got married today.”
The phone was silent for a long minute before she heard her mother’s voice again, confused. “I’m sorry, Savvy, I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?”
Savannah sighed and repeated more slowly, “I got married today.”
She heard her mom’s sharp intake of breath. “Who is he?”
“His name is Lee Jackson. You’ll love him, Mom. He’s right here, you’re on speaker.”
Lee gave Savannah a reassuring squeeze as he spoke into the p
hone, using his most charming southern drawl, “Hello, Ma’am. I’m sure this is a bit of a shock for you, and I’m sorry for that. But I want you to know I love your daughter very much and I take full responsibility for the suddenness of things, I just couldn’t wait another day to make her my wife.”
Savannah’s father spoke next, his voice gruff. “Is she pregnant?”
Savannah stared at Lee with embarrassment while they listened to her mother gasp and admonish her dad, “Jim! Stop it!”
Her dad grumbled his response, “Well, is she? That’s about the only reason I can think of to be in such a rush.”
“No, I’m not! And honestly, Daddy, I’m kind of pissed you even asked that!” Savannah clenched her fist with frustration. She should have called them and broken the news to them alone. They were just going to embarrass her in front of Lee.
Her dad ignored her, his voice curt as he asked, “How old are you, son? What do you do for a living?”
“I’m thirty-seven, Sir.” Lee rolled his eyes when he heard her mom’s surprised gasp, and then continued, “As far as what I do, I used to be a lawyer. Now I own a horse farm.”
Her dad gave a surly grunt. “Jesus. You’re a little old for Savannah, don’t you think? And what kind of man gives up a good profession like the law to shovel horse shit? Doesn’t sound like a very promising future for my daughter, if you ask me.”
“Dad! Stop!” Savannah shook against Lee’s side as she shouted at her dad. “Lee inherited the farm from his parents. He’s rich. He owns a Shelby Cobra for fuck’s sake.”
“Savannah Jane! Language!”
Savannah gritted her teeth with frustration as her mom chastised her for cursing. Her dad snorted in the background but didn’t respond and a moment later they heard a door slam.
Her mom spoke into the phone, her voice hushed and apologetic. “Your father’s upset right now but he’ll get over it, Savannah. I’ll talk to him. You have to understand, it’s just a little difficult for us, last we knew, you weren’t even seeing anyone and now you’re married. You know how your dad worries about you, but he’ll come around. It would help a lot if you’d come home for a visit. I’m sure once your father meets Lee, he’ll be able to see all the good things you see.”