Chapter Ten

Savvy woke up in Tyron's world. Sunlight streaming through the windows, birds chirping. In this enormous bed with eight pillows and the million thread count sheets. Savvy stared up at the beautiful chandelier and wondered would she ever get used to this. If she was going to survive six months of this, she had to get used to it. She didn't want to wake up every morning feeling like she didn't belong here. Or missing her old shabby apartment. Missing Maria. Missing her granny.

Savvy didn't want to go to bed every night feeling horny and unsatisfied. She had brought her toy "purp" with her. It was her saving grace, her bullet. She had contemplated using him last night. Probably would have to, if not for the many times she saw feet under the door of her new bedroom. It was four times she counted before she had finally drifted off to sleep that his feet came to rest outside the door. Savvy blamed that for the more than explicit dreams she had last night. Dreams of candles and hot sweating sex on these million thread count sheets. That man had invaded her mind, and now her dreams. What to do? At a loss, she called Maria.

"Hey Lady. How's the good life?" She asked. Sounding just as happy as she always did.

"Frustrating." Savvy answered, throwing a few pillows away and sitting up.

"Good frustrating?"

"Maria, how can frustrations be good?"

"Oh, there is good frustration, hunny. Like sexual frustration. That built up tension being released. Stars flying, bullet dodging frustration." Maria purred.

"You making it sound like a bad action movie." Savvy said, laughing, sitting up.

"Or a good romance." Maria suggested.

"I just wish you were here to in this enormous bed with me." She got up and walked to the window. Looking out over a huge backyard with the pool.

"Oh, no hunny. Let's not let your lesbian side come out now. Now you getting married, you want to come after me. Invite me to your big comfy bed and..."

"Maria." Savvy said, shutting her up. "Shut the fuck up."

"No, lady, you shut the fuck up," Maria countered.

And here they were again and again, telling each other to shut the fuck up. Until they laughed like crazy. Then there was a knock on her door.

"Maria, I'll call you back. The king is knocking." Savvy whispered.

"Oh, so now he's your king. Quick, what are you wearing and do a quick mirror check?" Maria instructed.

"I love you, Maria. I'm wearing a short and tank lingerie outfit. Powder blue." Savvy said, running to the mirror on the dresser. "And I look good. Bed head, but sexy."

"Good, now go have fun and do everything I would."

"Sure," fat chance, she thought. There was another knock on the door. "Got to go Chica."

"K. And Savvy, I love you too." Maria said.

Savvy opened the door to see his smooth, well toned back facing her. He swung around and she was face to face with his equally nice chest. Good god. They were breaking all the rules when they made this man.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?" Tyron asked.

"Good and you." Savvy replied.

"Horrible." He stepped closer. Just a hair breath away. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to come in here and show what you're missing. By the way, you're looking very edible this morning are you hungry."

"What?" Truth be told, she was lost at missing. All those dreams came rushing back, and she felt moisture begin to pool between her legs. Her nipples hardened, and then she heard edible and hungry. What the hell was he talking about again?

"I made breakfast." He stated, stepping away. "I hope you're hungry. I'm famished, if you don't eat you're going to hurt my feelings."

She couldn't help it. She laughed. "I'm hungry too. Just let me get some clothes on."

"Don't change on my account. You look great. Plus, it's just me and you," he said.

He was right. Him, her, that sexy chest and food. Why the hell not? Hunching her shoulders she said "lead the way."

He had the patio outside set up for two. Breakfast was waffles, sausage, bacon, eggs, fresh fruit, orange juice and grits. "Wow." Savvy exclaimed.

"All my favorites." Tyron said, taking his seat.

"Looks good." she said as her stomach chose that moment to growl.

"Well, dig in. Don't let it get cold. I know how you like to eat," he said.

Without waiting another beat, she dug in. At her first bite of eggs and bacon, she couldn't help groaning. It had been so long since she had a home cooked meal, mainly because she was too busy to cook and Maria couldn't cook to save her life.

"Try the waffles with the strawberries. It's delicious." Ty said, eating his own waffles with strawberries and blueberries.

Savvy did, and her insides melted. "I hope you don't do this too often. You're going to make me fat."

"You don't have to worry." He laughed. "Most of the time my breakfast is on the go. This is a welcoming breakfast. I enjoy watching you eat. You be smashing."

She laughed, her mouth full and her plate almost empty. "I love food."

"Come here." He said suddenly, grabbing the bowl of fruit.

"Nope." Savy said, trying to grab the bowl back.

"Are you scared of me?" Tyron questioned.

"A lil bit. What do you want?" Savvy asked suspiciously.

"I want to share these fruits with you. They are good for you. Just come here, Savvy."

"Okay. I'll take the fruit." she said, eyes narrowed. She knew he was up to something.

She got up and walked towards him. When she was close enough. He pulled her onto his lap. Looking into her eyes, he grabbed a blueberry and popped it into his mouth. Then he grabbed a strawberry, dipped it in honey, and brought it to her lips.

It was so good she closed her eyes. Who knew strawberries and honey worked so well together. This was a very intimate situation he had created and Savvy didn't put it past him to have planned this whole thing. Today, at least for once, she was going to go with it. She opened her eyes to see him staring. His eyes full of lust. He still looked hungry. Then he picked up a piece of Melon and brought it to her lips. She took a bite, and the juices ran down her chin. She reached up to wipe it away, but he caught her hand.

"Let me." He said, "I insist." Then his lips were on her chin. Sucking rather than licking off the juice. He ran the melon down the length of her neck and his lips followed. Licking and sucking. He turned her, so she was straddling him. A familiar position with this man. It made her think of the Ferris wheel. Her hips ground against his, all by themselves. She loved his lips on her. They were powerful.

"I want to make you cum Savvy with my mouth. Can I please? I want to hear you moan. I want to taste you."

"Yes." She said. There was no turning back now.