“Where is the baby monitor?”
I am panting and my heart is going a hundred miles an hour, so I have no idea how I even answered him. “C...c....counter.” I feel his body shift as he looks to the bathroom counter and chuckles.
“Good girl.”
Once my hands are hanging from the hook and his are free, they are everywhere but not concentrating on any particular spot for long enough. I am at his mercy, just how he likes it. “I am pretty sure that this is my new addiction− Savage.” The name fits when we’re making love and I have gotten used to thinking of him that way. He is rough and raw but gentle and caring too.
“I am going to try something new and if you are uncomfortable at any point, I want you to tell me. Okay?”
I nod my head rapidly just hoping he will hurry before I explode. A small footstool is placed next to my feet, then he instructs me to step up. Once in place he hooks his thumbs into my panties and slides them down to my ankles but tells me to leave them there.
“Damn, Beautiful Girl. You are so responsive that it drives me crazy. I need to take you every way a man can claim a woman but tonight I am just getting you ready.”
“Please, please, please,” I beg
“Are you ready, Beautiful?”
I am always ready for him, but now this is one more thing I look will forward to, along with many others. I don’t worry about being quiet with sound proof walls and everything.
I don’t know how long, but much later, he backs me up and opens the door a little to squeeze through but leaves me hanging from the hook. Holy Shit! What is he going to do now? He isn’t gone long and comes back with another pair of panties and my peach dress. Kneeling at my feet, he taps my legs to step out of my panties and slides the new ones up into place. If he doesn’t stop touching me, these will be wet too. He has me step into my dress and shimmies it up my body. Only then does he unhook me from the door. As he unties my wrists, he massages from my fingers to my shoulders and helps me slide my arms into the sleeves. This is the sexiest thing I have ever experienced. Well, next to all the other sexy things he does to me.
“I’m going to wake up our boy, and you need to get ready. We have a reservation at seven.”
How he goes from passionate lover to nurturing family man is a mystery to me, because it takes me a lot more time to get my bearings after he makes love to me.
Chapter Nineteen
Reconnect:
* re-establish a bond of communication or emotion. *connect back together.
~Savage~
I never thought I would be this nervous around Livvy. She is everything I have dreamed of for two and a half years and the prospect of making that dream a reality has me tied in knots. We have fallen into a routine that works for our family and I couldn’t be happier with the outcome.
The restaurant I have taken her to is one of the best in Boston. It is located on the top floor of a high rise and every single wall is a window. You can see the entire city of Boston with 360° views. The kitchen and bar are located on the next floor down so as not to block any of the window space, but every time the small elevator opens, the smell of perfectly seared steak tempts my senses. Livvy has been craning her head all around to take in the sights, but it seems as if she is avoiding looking at me. I have been here before, so it is nothing new and the best view of all is sitting right in front of me. I am not the only one appreciating her beauty because as we walked in, every male head and a few women followed us with their eyes to our table.
“Hey Beautiful, what do you see?” The game we play that started as therapy has turned into something erotic and sensual. She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. I slide a little closer, so she only has to whisper because I don’t want to share this with anyone. Our table is the best seat in the house and is located in a little alcove to offer more privacy. I have placed my jacket on the back of her chair to block the reflection of her back from the window. “Before you answer, I need you to lift up and pull your dress out from underneath your bottom.” She obeys slowly but never opens her eyes. Once she is settled but squirming a little, I ask again. “What do you see, my Beautiful Girl?”
“I see succulent food as the aroma permeates the air. I see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Your smell alone is burned into my memory.”
I place my hand on the inside of her thigh and slowly draws circles on her leg. She gasps but still doesn’t open her eyes, proving her trust in me that I would never expose or embarrass her in front of others. She is only mine to treasure.
“I see the wine glasses and silverware clink together and soft murmurs of acoustics that sound like a sensual dance. I hear couples meeting for the precursor to an intimate evening. Most of all, I hear the exhale and inhale of my one true love and can’t wait
