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Davu and Savannah's Love Scene

"Savannah," he started, "some things have come up at work and I will have to go back to the office next week. Since you're doing so much better, I thought it would be alright if I went back."

Her heart plummeted. The fairytale was over and her prince was going to leave her...again. "I understand." she said, quietly. "It's okay. I'll be alright. I'm feeling much better now, so I'll be fine."

"I can't be sure of that." he retorted. "You could have died had you been left alone for much longer and I just can't live with that uncertainty." He squeezed her arm, pulling her closer. "That's why...Savannah, I want you to...I want us to live together properly as man and wife."

Her eyes lit up with unbridled joy. He wasn't abandoning her. The dream was not at its end.

"I want you to move in with me," Davu continued, "or if you prefer, we can find an entirely new place. It doesn't matter which to me. Either way, I just don't' think it's a good idea for you to be left alone and-"

"Davu," she interrupted, "being together with you has been all I've ever wanted since I was your personal assistant. Even before I became Mrs. Ayele, I used to dream of spending every day being together with you. That's always been all that I've ever wanted."

No words. He had no words. Emotions he had never known began to fill his heart and melt his soul. This woman was selfless, kind and brave...and also completely in love with him. Apart from his own mother, he had never known a woman like her. Her devotion was unfailing. Even after everything he had put her through, she still wanted nothing more than to exist at his side. She was truly in love with him and as he gazed down at her beautiful form, he realized that he was falling in love with her, too.

"Savannah..." he whispered, reaching down to cup her chin and tilt her head up to face him. He leaned down to her and gently pressed his lips against hers. Unlike the light kisses he bestowed upon her when they parted during the day, this kiss was far more intimate. He tasted and teased her and reveled in her unique sweetness. Though his advances were amorous, he was cautious. The last time he had touched her in this way, he had terrified her and she ran from him. Though things were different now, he didn't want to jeopardize that tentative balance. He treaded softly, choosing to relinquish control of the situation to her, allowing her to set the pace. To his delight, her response to his touch wasn't to recoil in fear, but rather, to reciprocate his affection.

She leaned into him and reached up to caress his strong cheek, setting his yearning for her ablaze. Curiously, she moved her hands along the firm contours of his torso, silently marveling at the tone and strength that rested beneath her fingertips. Without noticing, she wound her arms around his thick neck and pressed herself against him. He gently grasped her shoulders and pulled her even closer. He moved from kissing her lips to kissing her chin and down the column of her slender neck. His hands had found their way to the lowest part of her back while the other got tangled in the forest of hair that rested behind her head. He stroked her spine while the other hand massaged her neck. He returned his lips to hers, kissing her with fervor. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth before sharing a mating dance with her own.

"Savannah," he breathed between kisses. "Savannah..." he groaned, resuming his exploration of the plains and valleys of her enchanting body. He advanced downward in his trek, kissing and nibbling her collarbone before journeying to the gentle swells of her bosom. Gently, he brushed aside the portion of her dress that concealed her gloriously enchanting mounds beneath, freeing them from its confines. He covered an exposed breast with his mouth, suckling and kissing their perfection. Her breath hitched and longing and desire flared within her as he lavished her chest with wonton abandon. Once he'd made love to one breast, he moved to the other to ravish it as well.

Savannah was on fire. Her body was hot and eager and she found that she just couldn't get enough of his touches. "Davu..." she moaned as he continued his erotic ministrations of her breasts. "Davu..." she moaned again, her voice husky with want and passionate need.

Reluctantly he abandoned his conquest of her dulcet bosom and made his way back to her lips where he claimed them, once more. He trailed a fiery path of kisses from her lops to her cheek and up to her ear where he whispered, "I want to make love to you."

He felt her stiffen slightly and knew she was recalling their last attempt at joining. A pang of guilt stabbed at him. He pulled away from her enough o meet her gaze.

"I want to make love to you," he repeated, "but not like before. I want to love you properly. I want to give you pleasure as much as you give me and more. I don't want you to be afraid of me ever again. I don't want you to be afraid of this." he said, gently taking her hand and placing it atop his pulsing erection.

She gasped in surprise. All the while they had engaged in their sensual foreplay, she didn't notice that IT had returned.

"It's alright." he whispered, tenderly covering her hand with his own. "It's just me." he added, guiding her petite hand along the expanse of his shaft.

Her heart pounded once more, but this time, it was not from fear or trepidation. Hesitantly, she began to explore him. She moved her fingers along his breadth, delighting in the feel of him and the heat that seared her from the hard flesh beneath her fingertips. Curiously, she wrapped her fingers around his arousal and gave him a firm yet gentle squeeze. Davu gasped sharply, causing her to cease her movements as her hand flew away from him.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

"No, no." he groaned. "That felt wonderful. Please...do that again."

Surprised and even more inquisitive than before, she returned her hand to its former place and resumed her examination of his sex. She squeezed him again, drawing another pleasurable moan from his throat. Pleased with her newfound ability to give him seemingly exquisite gratification, she continued. She ran her fingers up and down his length, learning more and more about the taut extension of him with each pass. All the while, sighs and groans of ecstasy emerged from deep within him, piquing her curiosity and heady need even more.

She reached for his belt and unfastened it with haste. She unbuttoned the single button on his trousers, unzipped his zipper and freed his manhood from its constrained confinement. Once again, her fingers found their way around him and massaged him, gently. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that his weight was naked in her palm, she realized that she could feel the steady rhythm of his heart through his firmness. It was pounding and she was elated. Wrapping her fingers around his massive width, she squeezed him again.

Davu groaned, loudly and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in the crook her neck and the wealth of silken locks that rested there. His reaction aroused her and lit a secret fire hidden within her. With new fervor, she clutched and tugged him, his arousal growing with every movement of her passionate kneading. His breathing was ragged and labored and she loved it. To know that it was her loving ministrations that excited him, that gave him this much pleasure brought her own desire roaring to a fever pitch. She began to stroke him, moving all the way down to his base, up to his peak and down, once more. He murmured something that she couldn't discern and hugged her even tighter. His vulnerability was intoxicating. She continued to stroke him, quickening her pace and unknowingly threatening to throw him over the edge of restraint.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from him, stopping it from devastating him with its burning touch. He clasped her wrist firmly in his hand and held it at length while he struggled to breathe. "Savannah," he panted, "if you keep doing that, I'm going to lose the sliver of control that I still have left. It wouldn't be proper for your first time to be in the backseat of a cab."

He chuckled as he withdrew his face from hiding amongst the tangles of her dark locks, drawing back to face her, squarely. "But, if you don't stop doing that marvelous thing you're doing, it's going to be hard for me to resist doing just that."

He chuckled once more, then covered her mouth with his own, kissing her hungrily. She returned his kisses with equal hunger and let out a soft moan of her own as he began fondling her swollen breast one more time. He leaned into her and moved to her ear to whisper, "Let's finish this at home, love. There's so much of you that I can't wait to devour." he growled as began kissing and biting her neck.

"Oh, Davu," she sighed, "there's so much more of you that I want to taste and explore, too."

His chest rumbled with a deep, masculine laughter. "Then, we'd better hurry and get there." he whispered before finding her lips once more and delving into her sweetness with gusto.