Chapter 11
Meli
Blake stood over me, looking down as if I was made of precious glass. The light from the entryway spilled into my room, but it was otherwise dark. He bent down and pulled the golden pin that held my hair atop my head. It felt so good and so decadent to be released and I gently shook my head to spread it across the pillow.
He was kicking off his shoes and socks without even bending over. His jacket hit the floor and I reached upward and removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. We both knew this was coming; we were both ready. The tension all evening had been unbearable.
Blake’s hands moved down to the hemline of my dress and slowly raised it, kissing the inside of my legs and thighs as it went upward. Careful not to tear the fabric, he eased it upward and caught his breath as he discovered I was wearing nothing beneath. He stopped as he reached my breasts, using one hand to touch me as if I was something rare and precious. His fingertip circled my nipple and I felt the electric shock down to my woman’s grotto. With a patience I didn’t think him capable of possessing, he removed the dress over my head and then ran his fingers through my hair, fanning it out even further. It was as if he’d had a fantasy of an image of me for some time and was just now unleashing it for himself.
I reached toward him and looped my fingers inside the waistband of his pants, sliding them slowly from left to right. His head went back as he savored he sensation and I took this moment to hook the zipper and lower it, unbuttoning the waistband at the same time. His penis sprang forward and I could see it straining against the fabric of his underwear. With one hand, I gently reached up and lowered the shorts and he kicked them off his thighs.
His magnificent penis was hard and calling for my touch. I longed to run my hand over its length and finally gave in to what I’d wanted to do since the night he had dived into the pool naked. I sat up and slid my fingers around its base, slowly circling and stroking it higher and higher until I’d reached the tip. I opened my mouth and used both hands to stroke him into the depths of my throat. He groaned and I knew there was hot blood coursing through every part of him.
“I want you,” he whispered and I took one of his hands and ran it up between my thighs, parting my legs at the same time. His head snapped forward and the gray eyes sought the image of my opened womanhood. His mouth opened as he caught his breath and pulled himself from my throat and dove into me with his mouth.
I lay back against the cushions with my eyes closed, relishing in the sensation of his sucking mouth manipulating the tender flesh of my tunnel. I ran my hands over his torso, memorizing the pattern of scars and the thickness of the hair on his chest. I was laying claim and I knew it.
I opened my eyes and in the dim light I saw a tattoo. Puzzled, I finally made it out to be a hawk. “A hawk?” I whispered, the curiosity seemed to enhance the sensations he was feeding into my body.
“Childhood pet. Hush now, Silver. I want to be inside of you and for once, please let it be without arguments.”
I smiled and nodded, welcoming him and pulling his head against my breasts.
Blake ran his mouth along my skin, licking beneath my breasts; the sensation was almost more than I could handle. I could feel the heat building inside and my legs parted even further of their own accord. He knew what he was doing for at that moment he rose high above me and then … the bull rider lowered himself into the creature … into me.
I rocked my hips and his breath came in gasps as the sensations rolled through him. He kissed me softly and then rose again before plunging deeply inside. He was claiming me, just as I had him. Moreover, I adored it.
His rhythm increased and with a furious possession, he drove into me, time after time after time. I could feel myself gushing and I raised my hips to meet him. His hands were all over me and I realized what stupendous control he had to support his torso. There could be nothing better than the almost artistic use of his body as he entered me and all I knew was that I wanted more.
At some point, my eyes rolled back and the lights from heaven lowered into my head, bringing with them a convulsive heat that let me leave my body. I felt him stiffen and his heat flooded me. Together we had reached the highest arches of heaven and we clung to one another with the realization that there had never been anything that compared to what we were feeling.
He collapsed next to me and I curled into the hollow between his heaving chest and muscled arm. It was then that he uttered the words that brought the heavens crashing down upon us.
“I love you, Silver.”