Before hanging up, Elijah said he would call when he was leaving the hospital, and his car would come for Savannah before taking them both out to Greenwich. Savannah decided that it would be wise to pack a bag for the things that she would need the next day. She felt guilty that she wouldn’t be around when Sage got in. She wanted to give Sage the full scoop on Elijah, but it would have to wait and surely Sage would understand.
Savannah entered her apartment and made a beeline for the shower, stripping off her sweaty workout clothes and tossing them along the hallway. Once she was fresh and showered, she pulled on some comfy sweats before moving back to her untouched dinner.
She had to warm most of the food in the microwave, but everything was still delicious and she ate nearly three plates of pasta. After she had had her fill, she cleared everything away, placing the large amounts of leftovers in plastic containers so Sage could enjoy more later. The
clean up was mind-numbing work which, after today's exiting events, is exactly what Savannah needed. She let her mind wander as she mechanically scraped food, sealed containers and cleaned dishes. She was still feeling restless and once she had the kitchen practically sparkling, she moved into the living room.
Something about being involved with Elijah made her anxious. She couldn’t just flop down on the couch and watch TV or pick up a book, her mind wandered too much. She had the sudden urge to touch herself every time she thought of Elijah, but she knew he would take care of her tonight and she didn’t want to ruin the buildup.
'We'll save that for later,' she said to herself out loud.
Instead, she walked over to the small staircase that led upstairs to the roof. Sage and Savannah lived in a 'top unit' and incidentally had access to the roof, which for them was the icing on the cake for such a beautiful living space.
Savannah walked out onto the roof and sighed as she sank down into one of the comfy chairs. She stared around at the buzzing city, something about the constant chaos was calming to her. She found it funny that the hustle and bustle of New York City was able to calm the storm inside her. Perhaps it was simply witnessing something so much greater than herself that reeled her bank into reality.
She trusted Elijah, yet something still didn’t feel right about that text. What made Elijah have an idea of who could be harassing her? Savannah sat there on the roof, thinking about everything, until the sun had gone down and the twinkling city lights had appeared. Savannah retired back inside and she started to put together an overnight bag to take to Elijah’s. Just as she was throwing in her last pair of shoes, another text came through.
— On my way. Be there in 10. No panties.- Savannah smiled coyly at his request and quickly changed her clothes. She put on a bra and a short and simply cut teal dress. It was flattering and sexy with an alluring view of her cleavage but it was long enough to still be classy. She felt herself begin to moisten between the legs as she imagined what Elijah had in store for her this evening. She scrawled a quick apology note to Sage and told her to help herself to the leftovers. Then she grabbed her bag and went to wait on the steps outside the building.
Minutes later, a dark sedan pulled up and Savannah couldn’t help but feel like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex In The City. Savannah’s own Mr. Big stepped out and she was instantly filled with unbridled lust at the sight of his sexy body. He was dressed in his work clothes from earlier, but his hair was slightly disheveled. Elijah grinned a sexy, lopsided boyish grin at her and Savannah ran right into his arms, squeezing his torso tightly.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathed into her hair, deeply inhaling her freshly-showered scent.
“Missed you more.”
“I hardly doubt that. Get in the car before I fuck you right here in front of all your neighbors.”
Excited at the prospect, Savannah clambered into the sedan as Elijah followed suit.
“You look good enough to eat,” he appraised, instantly running his hands up and down her thigh. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about it.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too.”
Elijah grabbed her face tightly and looked into her eyes. “I am so sorry about earlier. I saw the text you received, and I’m disgusted. I took care of it.”
Savannah searched Elijah’s beautiful blue eyes for any sign of dishonesty, but she saw none.
“Please, Elijah. I need more info. What was that about?”
He sighed deeply and pushed his hand under Savannah’s skirt.
“Don’t try to distract me.” She moaned.
“But distracting you feels so good.”
“Answer my question.”
“It was another doctor — a woman who has been coming on to me since I moved here; she’s been pursuing me for weeks.”
“But how did she have my number? How did she text me?”
Elijah pushed his hand further up Savannah’s dress and she felt his fingertips just reach her pussy. Elijah smiled and gently rubbed against her bare skin.
“I made the mistake of telling her that I had sent over a lovely dinner to a beautiful woman I was interested in. We were getting ready to go into surgery and she was standing next to me as I texted you. I then stupidly left my phone on the counter as I moved a few feet over to read a chart. She quickly looked at the text I sent you, and then copied the number. She texted you righ afterwards and then we moved into surgery. I had no idea.”
“And this woman….who is she?”
“Jesus, Savannah, does it matter?” Elijah pulled his hand out from her dress. “I told you it’s taken care of. Do you trust me?” His eyes were hard and he looked genuinely frustrated.
Savannah could tell that he had shut down now, his normally warm and caring eyes were now guarded.
“Yes, of course I trust you, Elijah. I just don’t like being harassed.”
Elijah pulled her tightly to him as they made their way out of the bustling city. “I’m sorry
baby, I didn’t mean it like that. Let me make it up to you.”
Savannah moaned softly as his hand pushed confidently up her dress, moving directly to her aching sex.
“Yes, Elijah,” she moaned, spreading her legs so he could reach her more easily. Elijah’s fingers roamed over her labia and stopped at her soaking hole, delaying his entry to tease her more.
“Mmm, please Elijah. Touch me.”
Smiling wickedly, Elijah opened her delicately, pushing his expert fingers into her soft, wet folds.
“Oh, Savannah. You’re so ready for me. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me, baby.”
“I can’t help it.”
Elijah rubbed her clit gently in small circles, and Savannah felt it swell under his touch. She pushed her hips out towards him, greedily wanting more as his fingers glided over her folds and caressed her throbbing clit.
“You are so horny,” he murmured. “You turn me on so much. Your desire for me is so damn arousing. I could make a full time job out of fucking you.”
“Even that wouldn’t be enough,” Savannah gasped and Elijah groaned at her words as he shoved two fingers inside her slick, tight opening.
“Ohhhh, Elijah. Yes, that feels so good.”
“I know how much you like this,” he whispered roughly, as he pushed his fingers in and out
of her, increasing his speed as the car sped on through the city streets. Savannah leaned back into the seat, pressing her palms flat into the soft leather seat.
“You were wise to not wear any panties.”
Savannah whimpered as Elijah moved his other hand between her legs. One hand caressed her and rubbed her clit as the other hand pushed in and out of her. Savannah was overcome with her need and she clawed at the seat as she pushed her hips up into Elijah’s hands.
“Look at you. You can’t control yourself,” Elijah said seductively. “I love watching you fall apart under my touch, Savannah. It turns me on so much. You are such a beautiful, sexy woman.”
Elijah’s hands were relentless, pushing Savannah so close to the edge, rubbing her tight sensitive flesh, and pulling back just before she could explode. Over and over again Elijah brought her to the brink of orgasm, before letting up and denying her the climax she now desperately needed.
“Elijah. Please. I can’t take it. Let me come!” she cried out.
Elijah chuckled darkly. “I need you to follow a few instructions first.”
“Anything! Anything, Elijah! Tell me. Please!”
“Rub your breasts through your dress.”
It turned her on that Elijah wanted her to touch herself, Savannah moved her small hands to her breasts,
