I pin her with a serious stare. “Baby girl, you’re playing with a beast that is dying to be unleashed.”
“I’ll take it and tame him. Just watch me.” She nods more to herself as if fortifying her decision, easily bringing me to my knees.
Her self-confidence does things to me I can’t even comprehend. She fascinates and terrifies me. For someone so precious and delicate, she does a spectacular job of making me fear her. Of all the things she ignites in me. Of her power over me.
If I am the king, she’s divinity. I worship only at her altar.
Driving for a few miles, I take a private road, parking in front of a small river. We’re secluded here, away from civilization and prying eyes.
“Wow,” she says as she climbs out, enraptured by the view, while I am entranced by her. Nothing could compare to her out of this world beauty.
I round the car to pick up the basket. Then I lay down the blanket, and she plucks out the items: the glasses, plates, and a charcuterie board.
Picking up the wine, I uncork the bottle. It gives with a pop that rings of a celebration—of a beginning I’ve always been terrified to entertain.
I’ve never felt this serenity—a mix of contentment and peace. It’s like I’ve been chasing life, a new high, a fresh challenge, and now I finally stopped, settling down.
Clinking our glasses, we sip leisurely as we exchange small, secretive smiles.
Placing the glass down, the burgundy liquid swirls around just like my desire for her. Patience. She wants a date. First, she’ll get an unforgettable one.
I pluck a toothpick with a grape, cheese, and salami, sucking the contents in my mouth.
She goes for one, but I grip her wrist and drag her to my lap, incapable of not touching her. I need this woman as if she’s my sole source of oxygen.
She squeals, her palms landing on my chest.
Burying my face in her neck, I nibble along her sensitive skin. “You get your wish. But we’re doing it my way.”
She shakes in my arms, whining, “So bossy.”
Curling my fingers around her neck, I lick the contour of her mouth. “You love that, little brat. It makes you wet every time. You would get on your back for me in no time. I’d just have to demand it, and you’d bend over like the good girl you are.”
Her glazed over eyes seek mine, burning with a dare. “Try it.”
Grazing my lips along her earlobe, I bite into it. “I want you squirming, desperate for my touch first.”
“So cruel. And not fair.” She gasps, squirming in my lap for more or to get away. She’s not going anywhere, and she’ll get more in no time.
“Let’s see if you still want me when I have you come on command, deny your orgasm, turn you into my personal slut.”
On the outside, I appear composed, in control. On the inside, I am burning for her, teetering on the edge of madness.
Mouth slightly ajar, her eyes sparkle brighter than the rarest gems, her mind running miles per hour, thinking about what I will do to her. The brain is a sexual, erogenous organ just like her nipples and clit. I won’t stop until I learn them all, as if it’s my duty to know her from the inside out. And I will take full advantage of that, driving her mad with pleasure, bringing her so high she questions if she’s still alive. I don’t just want to be her man but her god—in and out of the bedroom.
“Is this a date?” she asks, knowing she can try, but I won’t go back on my word, my smart woman.
“Yes.”
She glides a finger down my chest, glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. “Have you been on a date before?”
“No.”
Her eyes widen into two bright pools, swallowing me whole. “Another first?”
“You’ll get my lasts, Dahlia. That’s incomparable,” I say it like a vow, the billions of stars lighting up the sky, my witnesses.
Looking down, she fidgets with her fingers. “I…”
