Page 31 of Savage

“I can do that.” She slid her hand from his arm down across his chest. Her touch seemed less hesitant, and he hoped she felt at least a bit more confident. She found the patch of hair in the middle of his chest and seemed fascinated by the feel, her fingers kept moving back and forth, as if playing with it. It was different but he liked it.

“Your skin is so smooth.” Savage once more smoothed his fingers down the side of her neck to her shoulder, then he took it a little further and smoothed it down her torso. He wished there wasn’t the barrier of the oversize shirt she wore between them, he wanted to feel the soft, satin of her skin, but he would make it work.

His hand brushed against her breast, he cupped one, then the other using his thumb to flick across the nipple of each one as he did. She arched her back, moving into him.

“Like that huh?”

“Yeah.” Donna’s voice had gone breathy. If the simple touch had triggered such a rection he wondered how she would react when he teased her clit.

“Are your nipple sensitive?” He brushed his thumb across one and noticed how the tip drew taut under his ministrations.

“I- I don’t know. No one’s ever played with them like that.” From the way her breathing hung as she tried to speak, he could tell it was doing something to her.

“Babe? I have a question and there is no wrong answer, but I need to know, okay?”

The hand playing in the small patch of curly hairs in the middle of his chest froze.

“What?” she whispered.

“Was the bastard you’re running from the only one you were ever with, like this I mean.” Savage kept his voice gentle. He didn’t want to spook her, he just wanted to know what he was up against. If the man would rape her like she’d already admitted he had, then would he even try to make sure she enjoyed sex?

She moved her head. He heard the movement against her pillow but couldn’t see which direction.

“I can’t see you, babe. I need you to tell me. You don’t have to give details, just yes or no.” He continued to let his fingers caress and tease her breasts, hoping she would recognize that he wasn’t trying to hurt her or make her uncomfortable. It was just the opposite. He wanted to know if there was anything he needed to be careful of. She was silent long enough that Savage thought she wasn’t going to answer.

“Yes.” The word came out as barely a whisper, but she’d answered and that was what he needed.

“Did you ever enjoy it?”

“It was nice, but I liked that I was able to make him happy.” Donna’s voice got stronger as he moved away from what he thought she would call really embarrassing stuff.

“You make me happy just by being honest with me. But let me show you how good this can be for you, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me, okay?” He leaned close and dropped quick kiss on the corner of her mouth, then waited for some kind of reaction.

It only took a moment. The fingers on his chest curled and she tangled them in the patch of hair there as she tugged him closer, turned her head toward his and kissed him back. The tug on his chest hair stung a little but not enough for him to bother saying anything. It wasn’t worth stopping her.

As their tongues tasted and tangled, he let the hand on her chest cup and play with her breasts, taking turns between the two of them and trying to give them at least close to equal attention. He made sure to tease her nipples as well as the rest of them.

Donna moved, and seemed torn between trying to get closer so she could kiss him deeper and staying where she was, arching into his hand to get more of that attention. The hand that had earlier resumed tangling in his chest hair fell away. He couldn’t help but be thankful for that as he knew what was coming and wasn’t looking forward to losing whatever she had a hold of.

After several minutes, she broke the kiss. Her head twisted away, her back arched, pressing her breasts into his hand as she let out a low moan.

“Oh, oh. Ooooh.” After several moments, the tension in her body seemed to drain away and she lay almost limp. “What was that?”

“That babe, was your first orgasm.”

“Wow. Is that what everyone was talking about?”

“It is. And it surprised me. Not everyone can come from breast play alone. I can’t wait to see what you do when it’s more than just that.”

“You mean there’s more?”

Savage was unable to hold back the low chuckle. “Yes, babe. There’s more. Just wait.” He leaned in and covered her mouth with his again.

Damn. This woman was more than sexy. She plain did things for him, and he couldn’t wait to show her everything they could experience together.

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