Chapter 11
Blakely
I thought I had braced myself for this moment, but obviously, I was wrong. I can’t fight the hormones surging through my body. I want this man more than life itself and yet drown with no life preserver in sight. Worse yet, I don’t even care.
I’d been dying to kiss him since we woke up but I was afraid last night was just a game to him. Was anything we did real?
At least he didn’t mention the unopened pharmacy bag. Maybe it’s stupid but my friend got pregnant, had an abortion, and was never able to conceive again. What if that happens to me? I just can’t take that chance. When Jack leaves, I’ll never fall in love again.
He takes my hand, leads me into a small bedroom, and locks the door behind him. “I can tell you’re over analyzing, doc. Don’t.”
He has no idea how hard I’m thinking but when our mouths collide, all brain cells cease functioning. We hold each other tight and kiss while a deep passion bubbles up from our cores. His cock grows at my abs as I grind against him, my fingers digging into his scalp.
When we come up for air, his dark eyes, almost black with want, capture me and hold me prisoner. Then, he steps away, tosses off his shirt, and my mouth goes dry at the pure perfection before me. Semper Fi bulges across his chest and every inch of him is covered in these thick muscles. I ache to press into him, feel his skin against mine.
I reach back and struggle with the zipper of my wedding dress until Jack steps forward. He pulls my hands to my side, and turns me around. Calloused fingertips pull my hair away from my neck and when he kisses me at the nape, I melt.
Tortuously slow, he alternates opening my dress an inch, followed by a scratchy kiss. When he gets to the hook of my bra strap, he releases it and cups my breast.
I lean back into him, urgency pooling between my legs as he caresses me there, his lips at my ear, his cock pressing into my behind. Then, with one arm wrapped around my chest, he unzips my dress the rest of the way and it drops to the floor.
Quickly, my bra follows. “Ah fuck, Blake, honey. You are so beautiful.”
When he turns me, I almost faint when the hard tips of my nipples rub against the short hairs of his chest.
“You feel so good.” My hands wrap around his back and it’s as if his warm skin has turned to some kind of aphrodisiac, a powerful sexual potion where I just can’t get enough.
His jeans’ steel button digs into my naked waist, reminding me he’s not yet fully undressed. Carefully, he releases his thick length, and kisses me. Not leaving my mouth, he drops his pants and kicks off his shoes. Finally, both naked, our frantic hands roam up and down each other’s body. When his tongue asks for entrance, I open and he holds the back of my head as his cock rubs my core.
Our bodies, ready to mate, release pheromones, nature’s cocaine, and yet he still resists putting us on the bed. He’s in control but not like yesterday.
Instead, he’s bringing me to an infuriatingly slow boil. Liquid drips down my inside thigh, lubricating his sliding against me. My heart beats so fast, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
In and out he thrusts his tongue, emulating what’s going on below as I moan and clutch onto him.
He suddenly stops, our eyes meet, and he kisses the top of my nose. When his hands loosen their grip, weak kneed, I drop back onto the bed and spread my legs. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I swear I’ll reach down and help him along.
Moaning, he kneels, pulls my butt to the edge of the bed and brushes the inside of my damp thighs with his rough beard. I hiss and open wider, hoping he’ll get the hint.
When a finger touches my swollen nub, I shudder.
“Oh fuck, Blake, you’re so damn sweet.” His violin, he plays me, making music from my moans of desire.
“Please.” I arch up, tense, and hold my breath. I’m at this cliff, ready to fall.
He slides my ass back to the middle of the bed, thumb holding my clit hostage. Then, with one forearm resting by my ear, he presses hard as he slides into me and I reach pure nirvana. Flashes of light play behind my eyes as I convulse, uncontrollably.
His thumb still on my pulsing nub, he pulls out fully, and pushes in again as I grab him with my inner muscles. A guttural groan comes deep within him as he repeats, this time faster.
My whole body on fire, he thrusts again and again. When I open my eyes, his are on me, intent, dark, and so full of passion, I weep as another higher plane of pleasure takes hold.
He grunts and swells as I arch my pelvis to meet him.
“Ah shit. Oh fuck. Bl-” He stiffens at the back of my womb, grows tight, and shouts out his release.
A second big ‘O’ fills my senses and I wonder if anyone ever died from too much pleasure.
We both collapse at the same time but I don’t even feel his weight on me, just this divine piece of heaven, my mind floating in Never-never-land.
