Scented candles line the floor on all sides and occupy empty space on the shelves and bedside tables. Soft light flickers against the wooden walls and vaulted ceiling, and notes of jasmine, orange, lavender, vanilla, and sweet floral smells waft around the room, drawing me inside. Red rose petals form a path from the door to the giant king bed dressed in luxurious white bedding. More rose petals cover the bed, and it almost seems a shame to disturb it. A freestanding silver bucket holds a bottle of expensive champagne, and Garrick produces two flutes from somewhere behind him. Sensual music plays in the background, adding to the overall romantic ambience.
It's stunning and set against the backdrop of the hauntingly beautiful forest visible through the wide unrestricted windows; there is no place that could be more perfect for what we’re about to do.
“This is…” My voice cracks with emotion as I turn around and fling my arms around him. “Utterly amazing. So romantic and perfect, and I’m going to cherish this night forever.”
“No pressure then,” he says over a chuckle, leaning down to kiss me slowly and seductively.
“Thank you, Garrick. This is incredible, and I’ve never felt more special in my life.”
“Nothing but the best for my girl.” He laces our fingers and pulls me farther into the room.
We drink champagne, sharing the bubbly, amber-colored liquid between our mouths as we dance around the room, careful not to knock over any of the candles. It seems Garrick has crafted the perfect soundtrack for our first time, and every song that plays heightens my emotions and cranks my arousal to new levels. Some songs I recognize; others Garrick has to educate me about. It’s an eclectic mix of new and old, romantic and sexual, and by the time we’ve finished our drinks, I’m high on champagne and Garrick and more than ready to take our relationship to the next level.
“Turn around,” he whispers as “Good for You” by Selena Gomez begins to play.
Garrick sweeps my hair over one shoulder before starting to unzip my dress at the back. He dusts kisses along my spine as he lowers the zipper, sending a river of delicious tremors cascading across my skin. Lowering one strap at a time, he pushes the dress down my arms until it pools at my feet, leaving me in only a flimsy pink lace thong. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, his fingers slowly investigating every inch of my skin and leaving simmering flesh in every spot he touches.
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I moan as his hands mold to the bare cheeks of my ass. Thrusting his pants-covered erection against me, he confirms he’s as turned on as me, and I’m quickly losing my sanity to mind-blowing desire. My breath oozes out in exaggerated spurts when his fingers traipse over the curve of my hips, skate across the band of my thong, and move upward with purpose. I arch my head back more, leaning fully against him, as he rocks his hips, pressing his hard-on firmly against my back. “Your skin is like satin under my fingers,” he murmurs against my ear, and I feel his hot gaze skimming over my bare breasts.
“You’re perfect,” he rasps when he reaches my breasts. His fingers flick over the hard peaks of my nipples before he fully clasps my boobs in his hands, squeezing and caressing with tender care. “These are perfect.” Closing my eyes, I rotate my hips, feeling warmth flood my thong as his hands go on the prowl again. When his fingers dip under the lace, he cups me down there, and my legs almost go out from under me. His amused chuckle raises all the fine hairs on the back of my neck as his breath fans across my sensitive skin. “You want me, baby?” he whispers, sliding two digits into my slippery cunt.
“So bad,” I whimper, already enthusiastically riding his hand.
“Get on the bed, get rid of the thong, and spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and I don’t hesitate to oblige. Garrick relocates some of the candles, ensuring they are safely out of the way, while I get into position.
“Fuck, look at you.” He stands at the end of the bed, raking his gaze over every overheated inch of me.
“Please, babe,” I purr, writhing on the bed as I pin him with my sexiest look. “Fuck me now. I can’t wait a second longer.”
He chuckles as he slowly removes his clothes, drinking me in with his heated stare. “You are exquisite, Stevie. So fucking perfect,” he says, crawling onto the bed naked.
“I can say the same for you.” I lick my lips as I ogle his straining cock, imagining how incredible it will feel inside me. Garrick is thick and long, and I can already tell he’s going to fill me to the max. “Come up here.” I wiggle my fingers. “I need to touch you, taste you.”
Garrick slides his body purposefully against mine as he moves up and over me, straddling my face with his powerful thighs. A satisfied moan leaks from his lips when I wrap my hand around him, enjoying the feel of his velvety-soft skin as I stroke him languidly. His hips thrust forward, and his thighs clench as I explore his shaft, enjoying seeing him come apart at my touch. A soft hiss flees his mouth when I cup and fondle his balls, replaced with a shout of agreement when I take his hard length into my mouth.
Giving Garrick head is top of my list of favorite things to do. I freaking love seeing my man so lost to the ecstasy I’m giving him. Veins throb in his neck as he tilts his head back, groaning, cussing, and thrusting his pelvis, while I suck and love on his erection with enthusiasm. His natural earthy scent mixes with the minty, citrusy essence of his shower gel, making for a potent combination as I draw him deeper into my mouth. He tastes divine, and I can’t get enough of him as I hollow my cheeks and suck him greedily while fondling his balls and running a finger along his taint.
He pulls out unexpectedly with a loud pop a few minutes later, leaning down to slam his lips against mine. “I fucking love how you suck my dick, but I want to come inside you.”
“I need you,” I whimper, grabbing fistfuls of his gorgeous hair as I nibble on his lips.
“And you shall have me.” His eyes shimmer with lust and mischief. “After I’ve made you come all over my face and heard you scream my name.”
Garrick shoves my legs up against my chest, spreading me wide, before he dives in with his tongue, lips, and fingers. I come in record time, leaking cum all over his face as I scream his name from the top of my lungs, just like he wanted.
He wastes no time after that, and it’s almost like a race to get a condom on.
Holding himself still on top of me, with his tip notched at my entrance, he’s ready to turn my world upside down. “You’re so beautiful to me, always, but never more so than now.” Bending down, he kisses me softly a few times, and my pussy clenches and unclenches as I feel his crown press a little inside. A strangled moan rips from my mouth when he eases his head back. His lips tilt at the corners as he stares directly into my eyes, balanced on top of me by his elbows. “Do you still want this?” he asks, and I love how he’s making sure I’m fully comfortable even if he can tell by how my body is responding to him.
“I do.” I stretch up and peck his lips. “Make love to me, Garrick. No more holding back.”
Maintaining eye contact, he eases inside me, inch by slow inch. Feeling the man I’m falling in love with fill me so carefully and completely is the most alluring and sensual moment of my life. We stare at one another as we connect in the most intimate of ways, both of us barely breathing by the time he buries himself to the hilt. My pussy hugs him greedily, and the feel of him throbbing inside me is indescribable.
“Jesus, Stevie,” he whispers. “You feel incredible.”
Words hover in the gap between us, but I’m too scared to let them loose. I’m overwhelmed and coming undone underneath this beautiful man. Emotion floods my eyes, and I spot the same reflection in his heated gaze.
“It’s okay.” He sweeps his fingers along my cheek. “I’ve got you, sunshine. Always.”
