Bodyguard by Melanie Shawn

Author:Melanie Shawn [Shawn, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

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Gage

I held Savannah in my arms as she trembled, and her pussy clenched around my cock. It felt good, sure—it felt amazing—but it was so much more than that. It was transcendent. It was like a religious experience. It transported me to realms beyond this earthly one.

I wanted to tell her that. I wanted to kiss her forehead and stroke her hair and whisper to her what this meant to me.

But I couldn’t. I held it back. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, actually. So I just held her, and then kept thrusting into her when her powerful climax had passed.

She clung to me, kissed my neck, moaned against my skin, ran her fingers through my hair. God, it felt amazing…but it also felt really intimate. Too intimate, as a matter of fact. And, suddenly, I knew I couldn’t stand that anymore.

But the sound of her tears after I had pushed her off of me last time were still fresh in my mind. I also knew I couldn’t put her through that again. I was going to have to make this less personal, but never let her know that that’s what I was doing.

I dipped my head and growled in her ear, “I want to take you from behind.”

With that, I pulled back, grabbed her hips and spun her around like a ragdoll, and then thrust into her again. Her palms slapped against the shower wall and she moaned.

“God, Gage, it’s good…it’s so good.” Her voice rose on the last word, turning the moan into a whimper.

That was fine. I could handle that. It turned me on, even. I just needed that little bit of distance, that little bit of being removed. My heart just wasn’t ready to go all the way in.

I slid one hand around her waist and up her belly, still gripping her hip firmly with the other one so that she wouldn’t slip. With the hand that was exploring her body, I cupped her breast and flicked her nipple with my thumb. God, even with the hot water sluicing over our bodies and making our skin slick and wet, her nipples were so hard that I felt the distinct scraping against the pad of my thumb as it passed over the stiff nub.

Judging by the way she cried out when I did it, and the way her pussy tightened on my cock again, I guessed that she felt it, too.

Pride bloomed in my chest. This had always been my mission in life—protecting Savannah, serving her. Giving her safety and comfort, tenderness and pleasure. I had been adrift those dozen years we’d been apart. I had no mission.

Actually, no, that wasn’t true. It was worse than that. I’d had a mission. I just hadn’t been allowed to complete it. And that was torture.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back. It felt so good just to hold her in my arms, feel her skin against my skin. I was fulfilling my mission again. This was what I’d been born for, I was sure of it.

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