Chapter THIRTY-ONE

 

Elizabeth

 

Eric had planned a romantic date that included watching a ballet performance at the Chicago Theater. It was a delightful surprise, and I couldn’t stop smiling throughout the night. It had been a while since I saw such a beautiful choreography and entered a theater. I had missed more than I had thought—the lights, the moves, people clapping, and the curtains closing with the final ovation. It made the hair on my arms to stand up.

Once the show was over, we returned to the hotel. My feet hurt, and I couldn’t wait to strip my dress and remove my shoes. Still, Eric had other plans. He took me to the balcony where he had arranged for the stage to display a table with champagne, strawberries, and chocolate fondue. He really went through an extra mile to make this night unforgettable and romantic.

Seated at the table, we joyfully ate strawberries covered with chocolate and drank the bubbly liquid while talking about the show. However, Eric looked tense.

“Did you do all this to set the mood?” I asked after sipping the liquid in my glass.

“What do you mean?”

I smirked. “You seem nervous as if you are going to propose or something.”

He choked on his drink and tapped his chest as he coughed.

I chuckled. “I’m kidding.” Then, I frowned. “You aren’t proposing, are you?”

He shook his head. “Not like this. I would be more original than this.”

“Oh, you have set my hopes high now. You must be careful with what you say.”

He laughed and then gave me a lopsided grin as he gazed at me with passionate eyes. “I’m not going to propose tonight. I just want you to have a great time with me.”

“I’m glad we are here. It’s different from our usual activities. I had no idea I missed going to see a show so much. You made me extremely happy, today.”

“I’m glad. Now, come here so I can feed you.” He raised his hand with a strawberry covered in chocolate, and I opened my mouth to take a bite. “You are so pretty. I can’t stop looking at you.”

Touching my hairstyle, I grinned. “I feel pretty with this dress and jewels. I really appreciate you arranging for me to dress appropriately for this event.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“You look handsome too. I love seeing you in that tuxedo. You look so elegant.”

He took another sip of his drink. “Are you tired?”

“A bit.”

“Do you want to go to bed?”

I bit my lower lip. “Do you want to join me in bed?” I giggled at his adorable smile and soft gaze. Then I sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“This feels so formal. I want us to be less stern and … more impulsive with another.”

“Impulsive?”

“You’ve thought about every single detail of this date, didn’t you? Meticulously planning so nothing would go wrong?”

He nodded.

“Even our sex night?”

He averted his eyes. “I wasn’t bold enough to assume that we would be having a sex night.”

I giggled. “You are too cute.”

He frowned at me. “Is the champagne making you say all those things?”

“Are you asking if I’m drunk?”

“Not drunk, maybe just tipsy.”

I grabbed a strawberry. “Not drunk, only bold.” I take a bit of the red fruit and swallow after chewing.

“We are used to sleeping together. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to.”

“I know.” I got up from my seat and fixed my dress. “That’s why I’m going to take a shower, put a sexy nightgown, and go to bed.”

He got up with a confused expression. “Don’t you want more strawberries?”

I shook my head before dipping my finger in the melted chocolate. “But you can bring the chocolate inside, so we can play with it.”

His expression changed from confusion to surprise. Before he could ask anything else, I exited the balcony and headed to the bathroom to shower and walk barefoot on the marble floor. I could be bold and carefree if I wanted. Being surrounded by my past memories in my loft reminded me of how I was before the kidnapping. I wanted to be that woman again.

 

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I was trying to remove my dress when I felt Eric’s hand on my shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you wanted me to be bolder.”

Biting my lower lip, I looked back at his handsome face. His bow tie was undone. He was barefoot, and he had removed his jacket. My heart raced as his hands unzipped my dress, and he exposed my naked shoulder.

His lips brushed my neck. “I want to undress you. I want you to undress me. There’s no rush and you will just remove what you feel comfortable with. I’ll run us a bath. There’s a huge bathtub here, and we should take advantage of that.”

Pursing my lips, I looked at the round bathtub in the bathroom and nodded.

Eric smirked and kissed my lips before going to turn on the water. He sat on the border and rolled his sleeves up. “Today I want us to try something new.”

I tilted my head to watch him but didn’t dare to move as if my feet were glued to the floor. My skin shivered with the notion that my back and shoulders were exposed.

“Lately, it has been about me touching you. Today, it’s going to be about you touching me.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You can remove my clothes. You can touch, kiss, and look anywhere you want. I’ll control my urges and let you take the lead.”

I sucked a breath with widened eyes. “What if I can’t.”

“I guess you just need to be bolder tonight.” He smirked, and I tried not to roll my eyes at his teasing remark.

With his index finger, he motioned at me to come to him. “Do you find me sexy, Beth? Do you want to kiss me?”

My feet obeyed to his command as my insides melted with his husky voice. Bolder. I halted mid-way to slide the dress down my body and expose my white lace chemise, which matched my thong. Looking up, I noticed his eyes flicker from blue to purple and his Adam apple move up and down as he gulped. The anxiety dissipated a tiny bit with his reactions. I had no idea why I would even doubt about my effect on him since he had plenty of occasions to prove how much he wanted me and desired me as a woman. Not just that, Eric was willing to give up control, so I could feel safer.

I halted in front of him. “Do I have to undress to enter the bathtub or can I keep my lingerie on?”

“However you feel more comfortable about this.”

The sound of the water filling the tub made me lean down so that he could hear me better. “You can keep your boxers on, too.”

He smirked. “That’s kind of you. Are you going to undress me now?”

“I might.”

“What do I have to do to make that happen?”

I straightened up and placed my index under his chin. He got up with my instruction, and I circled his neck with my arms as I tilted my head back to look at him. “You are so handsome that I fall in love every time you look at me like that.”

“You are so pretty that I think I’m dreaming every time I look at you.”

I smirked but then my expression changed to worry. “Whatever we do tonight, no biting, Eric.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Just promise me that you won’t try to mark me, and I’ll feel a lot safer about us doing this.”

Eric stared at me for a while before his finger caressed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Okay, if that’s your wish. No marking.”

I cupped his face. “Kiss me then.”

His lips crashed against mine, and his hands pushed me against his torso. I moaned in ecstasy. Every time we touched, it felt as if my body would explode into tiny particles, and that breathing was absolutely unnecessary until the desire was entirely consummated.

Bolder. I will be bolder.

As his tongue brushed against mine, I unbuttoned his shirt. Kiss after kiss, I removed his clothes until his pants fell on the floor, and he moved his feet to push them aside.

I stepped back to look at his naked torso.

Gasping with his plump, pink lips slightly opened, he asked, “What now?”

I trailed my eyes down his body. He was hard. I had felt it against me, and now I was looking how hard he was for me. I had to respect his self-control more than anything.

Looking back at the bathtub, I stepped forward and tested the water. “We need foam to make this more romantic.”

“Your wish is my command, milady.”

He turned around, grabbed a vial with the hotel logo on it, and poured half the content of the mini bottle into the water. Then he turned on the jacuzzi and the bubbles began to be formed.

I was about to step inside, but a glimpse of a bad memory clouded my mind. Brushing it aside, I clenched my teeth and soaked into the bathtub. “Leave your boxers on and join me.”

Eric obeyed and sat in front of me while the hot water shot from the sides and relaxed my body. He didn’t try to move closer, and I enjoyed watching him.

After a moment, I decided to move forward and kiss his lips. He didn’t move his body, only his lips replied and matched my actions. The contact of our mouths made me happy.

“No need to rush,” I exhaled against his mouth. “I love to kiss you so much. I feel hot and cold when our lips touch and it ticklish my shoulders. Is that normal?”

“Everybody reacts differently to love.”

“When you are this close to me, and we are touching, sometimes, I feel as if my soul abandons my body, and I have mental orgasms.”

“A mental orgasm?”

“Yes, my eyelids flutter and I feel a pressure on the top of my head, pushing me up. Then, there’s a moment that it feels as if I lost consciousness and there’s something pressuring against my chest and freezing my stomach.”

His lips stretched into a smile against mine. “I have those too. I just didn’t know how to call them.”

Moving closer, I giggled but stopped abruptly and whispered, “You are always so nice to me, Eric.”

A rogue tear rolled down my cheek but was caught by my mate’s thumb. “Why are you sad, then?”

I opened my eyes to look at him. “I’m not. I’m just emotional about this.”

Floating back, I pushed my chemise up my head and threw it on the floor. Then I stripped off my bra and exposed my breasts to him.

His eyes were trapped in my figure, and he gulped when he trailed down his eyes to my breasts. Desire got stuck up in my throat when I moved forward and searched for his eyes.

“I’ll tell you when you can have me. Just be gentle, okay?”

Widening his eyes, he nodded and watched as I snaked my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his torso.

I spoke closer to his mouth. “I’m going to shut up now.”

He hugged me and kissed me.

We continued to kiss, lost in each other’s arms. His lips were tender and passionate. His hands caressed and touched all the parts of me that needed to be touched and the ones I had no idea that would shiver with his contact. His lips sucked and nipped at my breasts. His fingers kneaded the inside of my thighs until they found their way to my core and pushed at the fabric of my thong. It got hard to breathe, and my hips swayed to the rhythm of his movements.

The kissing didn’t stop. Turning me around, he rubbed my nipples and spread kisses down my back. His length accommodated between my legs and pressed against my folds. The heat became unbearable and there was a moment we couldn’t do anything else but to press our bodies together. 

 

Eric turned me around again. I floated to the other side of the bathtub, and he reached for me, his body covering mine and his lips connecting with mine. I liked how our bodies floated around and entangled in the water even if the foam was dripped from the sides of the bathtub. Still, the steps inside the bathtub made it possible for us to grind our bodies and enjoy the foreplay.

“There’s so much foam.” I giggled as I pushed it away from my face.

He grabbed me and sat me on the edge of the bathtub. Looking around, he stepped out and returned with a towel that he spread behind me. Without saying a word, he laid me back and covered my body with his. His finger covered my lip and prevented me from speaking. Though I was laid on the floor next to the jacuzzi, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I closed my eyes when he trailed kisses down my body. I moaned when his finger pushed my thong aside, and his hot breathing caressed me before his lips brushed against my folds. My fingers dug into the marble, but my body surrendered to his intent.

My breasts bounced with the swaying of my body as his tongue slipped into my folds and lapped the sensitive skin. My head turned, and my knees folded as my legs spread to let him accommodate between them. His fingers helped his tongue, and I felt as if the world was turning around faster than ever before. He didn’t lose his calm and hurt me with his fingers. He kept rubbing his thumb and index where his tongue licked and pressed until I couldn’t hold onto my moans anymore. Gasping, my hips swayed out of control and the heat coiled in my lower stomach ready to explode. It didn’t hurt. Why was it so good? I didn’t want it ever to stop.

Before the release, he moved away from my pussy and spread kisses up my stomach.

“Not yet.”

His words made me grumble. “When then?”

“When you ask me to make love to you.”

“Penetration?”

“Yes,” he answered before swallowing my left nipple.

“Teaser.”

He chuckled but kept sucking my breast, and his hand cupped my sex. “Tell me what you want me to do?” His fingers pressed against my entrance. “You are wet, and I’ll be gentle.”

I pressed my lips together. “What if it hurts?”

“I stop. I promise.”

After breathing deeply, I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. “Okay.”

“Then I’ll start over,” he breathed against my ear. “You got tense. Just relax, I’ll continue to kiss you until you relax.”

My eyes snapped open, and I released the air in my lungs. “What?”

He smiled and pressed his lips against my mouth. “We have all the time in the world, darling.”

“Doesn’t it hurt you? I-I mean the erection.”

“It will hurt me a lot more if I hurt you.”

My hand pressed against his cheek. “I’ll relax then.”

With a smile still displaying in the corner of his lips, he dipped his head and scattered kisses down my neck and breasts. My body relaxed with his touches He kissed me from the top of my head to my feet. Then he turned me around and did the same to my back, buttocks, and calves. I giggled and moaned. I had no idea my pussy could pulsate so badly and that my nipples could be so hard that they hurt. How could something so good feel like torture?

When he pressed his chest and erected member against my lower back, I shivered with need. The fact that my hair was still in an updo gave him better access to the nape of my neck and shoulders. His lips tortured me with unspeakable pleasure. I had no idea I could feel so ready to have him inside me. It was the only thing that I was thinking about.

His weight shifted, and he was no longer laid against my back. He had rolled to my side and commanded me to turn around.

Laying on my back, I tilted my head to the left and looked at him. “Eric.”

“Yes.” His finger trailed a path from the neckline to the belly button.

“Did you know that your name is my favorite word in the whole world?”

His smile widened. “I didn’t know that.”

“What's your favorite word in the world?”

“I have more than one favorite word.”

I pouted. “Why?”

“I love the sound of your name, but I also love to say Beth. So, I have two favorite words: Elizabeth and Beth.”

I giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

My face became serious. “Then love me. I’m ready.”

“I know. I just have too much fun teasing you.”

Pouting my lips and squeezing my eyes, I turned to his side. “Are you really going to let your mate suffer for lack of touching?”

“Of course not. I’m planning to stay up all night to make my mate happy.”

I raised my hand to touch him and leaned closer to kiss him. “Your mate has no objection regarding that.”

His lips touched mine first, and he rolled on top of me and continued to kiss me until he accommodated himself between my thighs, spread my legs with his hand, and pushed his length inside me. I tilted my head back with closed eyes, enjoying the moment he entered me. I was wet, but the intrusion still made me stiff for a few seconds until I realized he wasn’t moving, and I had fully adapted to his size. After a moment, instead of withdrawing, he thrust forward and pressed his groin tightly against me. The pressure made me gasp with need. My legs wrapped around him and prevented him from moving back. Spreading wider, I pushed forward and moaned when he did the same.

His begging voice brushed my eyes. “I’m going to come like that.”

“I’m already coming,” I gasped. “Don't stop!”

“We … Just enjoy, then.”

He moaned and thrust repeatedly, slowly and then faster. My head span, my skin tingled, and my insides boiled. My body took control, and I kept meeting his thrusts until I couldn’t take it anymore. My orgasm exploded once, twice, and I lost my breath as my body became weightless and satisfied.

With a long whimper, Eric stopped and crumbled in my arms. His head lay on my shoulder, his mouth pressed against my neck, and his body grounded against mine with his hands searching for mine as we entwined our fingers and raised them above our heads.

It took Eric a moment to recover his breathing. We didn’t talk, and there was no need for words. Our bodies together felt perfect. He didn’t even move from inside me. Once he opened his eyes, and his lips feathered my neck, I knew that it wasn’t over.

“I want you on top of me,” he whispered, spreading kisses. “Then I want you from behind. After, I’ll let you sleep. Promise.”

I giggled. “Sleeping is for the weak.”

He raised his head to look at me. “Okay, my goddess. I’ll do as you please.”

“On top of you, now,” I mumbled.

He kissed me softly before reaching for my body and took me to bed.