Chapter Eighteen
“Everything. Quite ambitious.” Eyebrow cocked, he turns and goes to the kitchen. From the fridge, he grabs a bottle of champagne along with two glasses from an open cabinet. “Do you like champagne?” he asks.
“Sure,” I answer, not wanting to tell him the truth and delay this even further by going back for something else. “Trying to get me drunk?” Butterflies spread their wings inside my stomach as I follow him into the bedroom.
“You’ve been taking the pills every day?” He lowers his head and gives me a searching look before placing the bottle and glasses on the bedside table.
“Yes.” My voice sounds small.
“Tonight will be a first for both of us.”
The memory of a conversation from what seems like months ago, but was only a week, floats to the surface. How he’s never had sex without a condom.
“Any questions? Now is the time to ask.”
After years of thinking I was frigid and would eventually adopt ten or twenty cats and die an old maid in my little home, here I am ready to lose my virginity to a sex god. “I’ll let you know.”
“Please do.” His voice has changed to something profound and dark and filled with sensuous secrets. “This has been my fantasy.” He pulls me onto his lap. “Bringing you here.” He brushes my hair back to kiss along my neck. “Make love to you.” Slow and deliberate, he runs his fingers under the straps of my bathing suit and slides them off my shoulders. Encircling my waist and lifting me off his lap to stand between his knees, he runs his fingers over my body, ridding me of my clothes until I’m naked in front of him. Roy’s eyes roam over me like I’m a priceless work of art. “Everything about you is beautiful.”
For me, nakedness is something to be covered, but not with Roy, not while he’s worshipping me. “Please,” I beseech, and take his hand.
“I’ll give you anything.”
I place his palm to my breast and he immediately knows what I want. What I need. I lean into his body, close my eyes, groan. His lips kiss and suck on my unattended breast. My back arches like a drawn bow.
“The champagne is getting warm.” He nibbles the long artery of my neck.
“Don’t go.” I reach out as he pulls away and stands.
“This occasion warrants a toast.”
“You’re determined to make me wait even longer than I already have.”
“One night we’ll remember forever; is it wrong to relish every moment?” Expertly, he pops the cork and fills the glasses. “Here.”
I take the offered glass and lean in to kiss his muscled neck when he sits down next to me. I murmur, “I want you so bad it hurts.”
He clinks our glasses together. “I love you.” He downs the champagne and sets the glass on the bedside table. “Whatever you need, I’ll give you.”
“I know.” I wish I could say the words of love as easily as Roy. The champagne is bubbly and crisp, and I take two more sips before handing my glass to him. My arms lift of their own accord to rest on his shoulders. He’s all muscle and warmth against me. I’m safe. I’m loved. I’m desired.
He holds me in his arms, kissing me softly until I need more and gently dig my nails into his back. He groans, and his tongue teases my lower lip, but he’s intent on maintaining his slow pace, like he’s savoring my essence.
He pulls away, scorching me with his eyes as they run over my body. “Are you wet for me?”
Though I’m not the slightest bit drunk, I have the same heady mix of lust as the night I danced for him, and reply back with confidence. “You tell me.”
He slides his finger between my folds. “Hmm.”
“Please, I nudge up against him. “I need you inside me.”
“Soon.”
Not soon enough, I think, and my hands run over the hard planes of his body. I love the broadness of his shoulders and how his chest ripples with muscles down to the v-line of his hips. He doesn’t stop me when I wrap my hand around his length.
He stills my hand and rolls me onto my back, kissing down to my hips and nestles his nose between my curls, inhaling deeply like smelling a bouquet. “Your scent is like the ocean after a storm. Untamed and violent and luring me into your depths.”
I tip my hips up to him.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want,” he reassures. “You can stop this at any time.” His beard brushes against the delicate skin of my thighs. His tongue skirts around the edges, teasing me.
“Please,” I beg.
He spreads my thighs wide as he settles his shoulders between them.
I shudder, at first, as he kisses each of my faint scars. Roy knows the secrets of my scars. I have no need for shame. As he nears my most intimate place, I rise up on my elbows and watch through hooded eyes as he pleasures me with his mouth. My fingers run through his hair as the exquisite pleasure of his slow and deliberate pace has me bucking against him. My orgasm builds and builds until it spirals through me. Throwing my head back, I scream his name until I fall back, limp and uncaring, against the soft bed.
“I need you.” He edges up my body and lowers his hips into mine. “Need to be inside you.” His breathe ragged against my ear. “To make you come around me.”
“Yes.” I lightly drag my fingernails over his backside.
He lifts his head, his eyes dark. “Touch me.”
I don’t have to be told where. My hand widens to encircle him, and I suck in air, thinking of what he will do to me.
As if reading my thoughts, he groans as I slide up and down his length. “You’ll be on top, he says, through gritted teeth. “Better that way. You can decide how deep I go inside you.”
I know he means well, I do, but he’s making it all so clinical and cold. “No.” I shake my head, ready to do battle. I tighten my grip, enjoying the shiver that runs through his body. “I want you in control. I need your body around me. To surrender to you.” His eyes flare, and I’m afraid he’ll reject my proposal. I widen my legs and dip my hips to reposition him to my opening. “Please, end my suffering.”
I see the fight inside him. His arms and shoulders shake like he’s carrying a Herculean burden.
Instead of doing what I so desperately want, he sits up on his knees. The air is cold on my stomach and breasts, and I fight the urge to cover myself.
He reaches for something on the bedside table, squeezes significant portions of lubricant in his hand, and tosses the tube aside. “You’re drenched, but you’ll need this, too.” He wraps his slick hand around his hardness and strokes.
I’m fascinated and aroused even further while watching him. The words “I want to see you come” slip from my lips.
He groans as he twists and runs his tight fist over the tip of his erection. He lowers himself to suck on my tender nipples. “Are you ready for me to sink my cock deep inside your sweet, little pussy?”
“Oh.” I love it when he talks like this to me. I open my body to him as he slides between my legs, loving the stretch it gives my inner thighs.
He possesses my lips. His tongue demands entry. He tugs my hair, forcing my head back. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
“Then get on with it.” I thrust my hips upward.
His sexy smile inflames my hormones even more. “Always so impatient.” His hand slides over my belly and between my legs.
My back instinctively arches. My fingers dig into his muscled ass. “Hurry, before I explode,” I plead.
The tip stretches me until I think I must be tearing inside. He halts, and I blink back the tears. His calloused hand slides up my leg, lifting it around his hip. I’m open to him, helpless to stop as he slides inside me. His size is overwhelming. I didn’t expect the feeling of invasion, of being speared to my core.
“Shh, sweet baby, open your eyes.”
I didn’t realize I’d closed them.
“We can stop.”
“No.” My body is already adjusting to him, and with my leg wrapped around him, I pull him deeper inside. The arm he’s leaning on shakes, and I see the effort and control it takes him to hold still inside me. “Don’t stop,” I urge.
Roy lowers slightly, kissing my neck and murmuring my name as he plunges deep until I can take no more and press my hands against his chest. Immediately, he retreats, slides in again, and repeats, on and on until I relax and match his rhythm and he buries himself fully inside me. My eyes flash open with the intense sensation of him pressing against something. He assesses my reaction, I think. Is it pain or pleasure? The two are so closely linked I only know I want, no need, more.
“Roy,” I urge, riding the edge of an orgasm.
“Baby,” he groans.
He wraps my other leg around his waist and slips his hand under my ass, tilting me slightly upward. Agonizingly slow, he slides out and in, each time brushing against the sensitive spot.
“Harder,” I beg, helpless and immobile in his grasp. I buck against him. My fingers grab his hair.
“Never felt anything so sweet…so fucking…tight.” He slides completely in and pulses against the spot. “Do you like that, baby?”
It’s painful. It’s wonderful. It’s better than any blade could ever be. “Yes,” I scream.
“This pussy’s mine,” he growls and makes circles with his hips. “Only mine.”
My whole being is consumed with his scent, the way his body wraps around and inside me, the desperate need I have for him to move faster. Impossibly, he grows larger inside me as he presses against that wicked spot. His hard thrusts fill me and bring me closer to orgasm, only to recede, leaving me crying out his name and begging for more.
My sanity is unraveling as every semblance of decency flows away and I claw my nails into his back urging him on.
Our moans mingle together until I can’t tell his from mine. His hand cradles my head to fix me in place as his hard thrusts cleave me in two.
“Roy.” I combust as the intense pleasure spreads through my body in concentric waves, each one more pleasurable until…suddenly…my world stops. I’m in purgatory, waiting with my breath caught in my chest…my arms and legs rigid… Roy thrusts are deep and sure. I don’t want the pleasure to end, yet I can’t take this intensity any longer. And the next second I’m released and freefalling and screaming his name until I’m hoarse and my body is too exhausted to continue.
“Daisy,” he cries and thrusts one last time, releasing inside me, until he falls by my side, his chest heaving in and out.
In increments, I hear my own breathing, Roy’s hand stroking my thigh, and smell the ocean air. Even now, the orgasm flows through my body in waves.
His hand takes mine, and we lie quietly like we’re still connected—for minutes, hours? I don’t know exactly.
“I had no idea,” I whisper more to myself than him.
Roy lifts up on his elbow and runs his fingers lazily over my belly. “Are you alright?” he asks.
I nod and reach up to brush a lock of his hair back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He erupts in a deep laugh. “I think I’ll survive, though it’s been torture having you so near, yet not being able to make love to you.”
“Mmm. Is it always like that?”
His eyebrow lifts.
“The closeness…like we shared something sacred.”
“I gather you enjoyed it.”
More than he could ever know. I press my hand against my lower abdomen. “It’s like you’re still inside me.”
He takes in my body with his eyes and rests his hand on mine. “It only gets better.”
It seems impossible anything could be better than what we just did.
He chuckles and rolls out of bed, walking toward the wall by my side of the bed.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.”
Roy whirls around. “What?”
“Your back.” I cringe at the bright red marks on his shoulders, back, and ass. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to mark you.”
His laugh is sexy as he presses a panel in the wall that opens and he walks inside.
I watch him turn and look back into the bathroom mirror with a satisfied expression. “Those are badges of honor.” He smirks back at me. “They show I loved you well.”
I fall back, smiling up at the ceiling.
After a few minutes, he nudges my thigh. “Sit up and lean against the headboard for me.”
“I’m so comfortable,” I grumble.
Again, he laughs. “Come on.”
“Okay, okay.” It takes me a moment for my body to cooperate. “Ouch!” My belly cramps when I sit up.
His arms engulf me in a flash, lifting and placing my back against the headboard.
“I’m fine,” I reassure. “A little sore. In a good way.”
He clears his throat. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He takes the washcloth from the table and presses it against my tender folds.
I close my eyes to the soothing warmth.
“Now.” He places a soft kiss on my lips and stands to hold his hand out to me. “It’s off to the bathroom for you.”
Like he’s summoned the need, I realize I have a full bladder.
He pulls me up and lightly taps my behind. “When you’re done, meet me in the kitchen.”
“Yes, sir. Will do. Right away.”
“Compliant. Agreeable. I need to make love to you often.”
“Too tired to argue,” I yell back. The bathroom is huge, of course, and I squint at the brightness of the light.
I’m sore and swollen and tender and still a little crampy, but it’s wondrous. Smiling contently to myself, I find Roy’s oxford shirt folded neatly on the back of a chair. The soft cotton slides over my sensitive skin, and I inhale deeply of his distinctive.
The first thing I notice when I meet him in the kitchen is the artificial light and the closed windows. Without the outside view, the house has a different vibe, almost like we’re inside a spaceship. I hadn’t noticed it before, but the interior is decorated in various shades of white, yet with the glow of the lights, it’s still welcoming.
“Miss Aldridge.” Roy is standing behind the island, looking sexy and stern, and I want to run over and jump into his arms. “What we have here.” He points to the items on the counter. “Are non-negotiable.”
I gingerly sit on the stool.
He picks up the unused packet of birth control pills. “Morning or night?”
“Night,” I say, and unsuccessfully suppress a yawn.
“You demanded we do everything tonight.” A cocky smile spreads across his face. “Exhausted already?”
I might have been a little too ambitious. “Deliciously so,” I respond.
He pops a pill out of the foil packet and hands it to me. “Wash this down with some milk. You need the protein.”
I smirk. The milk is cold, and I drink half the glass while swallowing the pill.
He extends his open hand, where three more pills rest on his palm. Two of them are Advil.
“What is that?” I point to the large white pill.
“It’s called Bactrim. A preventative measure to keep you from getting a UTI.”
I tilt my head, not knowing what he’s referring to.
He continues, “A urinary tract infection. I’ve been told you’re highly susceptible to this the first few times you have sex.” He holds up his hand. “I see you’re getting ready to argue with me. You’ll only take this while we’re here.”
I’ve never had a UTI, as he calls it, but I’ve known people who have, and I know it would put a huge damper on our mini-vacation. I don’t have an issue with taking it, though there’s something I’m not remembering, something important.
He interrupts my thought. “I don’t want you to get an infection.”
“I know it’s something about…”
“Are you allergic?”
“No, I thought there was something…” Unable to remember, I take the pills and finish off my milk. “When are we going back?”
“Day after tomorrow.” He rakes his fingers through his hair.
Too soon. Better enjoy what time we have. I take in his nakedness and catch him smiling at me. I like this, after sex, more relaxed, version of Roy. Maybe he’s experiencing the same sense of tranquility I am.