I leaned forward, my body rubbing against her clit as I drove my cock into her. Her pussy pulsed, her sounds incoherent. I kept my rhythm, staring at her. I wanted to watch her as she came, wanted to see her pretty face when she broke. She cursed, and all the tension left her body as she cried my name. Her face softened, a gentleness that wasn’t there all the time taking over. Her hair sprawled around her head, her body leaving a steamy mark on the glass.

The sheer perfection of the image, of this beautiful woman caving to my every demand and rule, had me rocking my hips harder, until her name was a growl on my lips, and my release spilled inside her pussy.

I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to how good it felt to make Savannah come–maybe even better than when I came myself. I wanted to stay like this forever, cocooned up in our secret that existed inside our forgotten world.

Savannah wrapped her arms around my shoulder, resting her head on my chest. For the first time in over a hundred years of living in this house, it felt like home. And it was all thanks to her.

I tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “We should get you up to bed.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a kid, Felix.”

“Believe me, I know,” I whispered into her ear, enjoying the way she shivered against the words. I pulled back with a smile. “So, if you don’t want to go to sleep, tell me about Brynn.”

“You really want to know?” She squinted up at me, looking for a trick that wasn’t there.

I nodded. “Tell me everything.” I sank down to the floor, pulling Savannah to sit on my lap.

“Well, first of all, she saved my life.” Savannah took a deep breath. “My dad was all I had growing up, because my mom took off. When he died, I was alone. The day we buried him, Brynn invited me over for pizza and wine, but really she just wanted to keep me company.”

“Loneliness is scary,” I agreed, stroking the back of her hand with my thumb.

“So scary. But Brynn made me feel like I had someone to share my life with after all.” She sighed.

My heart ached for a Savannah I’d never known before. She wasn’t alone now, and I wanted to reassure her of that. I would. After. Right now, I needed to listen.

She curled against me. “I didn’t take much time off work when my dad died. I needed to get back to normalcy. I could afford one night of drinking though. We started talking, and she asked me if I could do anything in the world, what I would do?”