She bites her lip. “I mean… I wanted to say it in the right setting. Over a candlelit dinner, string quartet playing in the corner."
I chuckle—my first real laugh all day. “I don’t need a goddamned string quartet. I just need you, Bianca. Because”—I swallow—“because I love you, too.”
She widens her eyes. “You’re not just saying that?”
“I would never just say that.” I lean down, whisper directly in her ear. “I love you more than I could ever express. I love your beautiful long hair, the way it almost glows, that’s how light it is. I love your dark-blue eyes that are the color of the deepest sea, one I could happily get lost in forever. I love everything from your little button nose to your sweet, delicate toes. But more than anything, Bianca, I love your spirit. The way you lost yourself when you performed that song from West Side Story the night we met, and when I caught you singing in your apartment.” I lift my head, meet her gaze. “Suffice to say, I love you, Bianca. More than I will ever love another person for as long as I live.”
Her lips tremble, and a solitary tear runs down her cheek. “My God, Harrison.”
“I mean every word of it, my angel.” I brush the tear off her face and bring my lips back to hers.
The kiss is gentle at first. But then it deepens, and soon our lips, teeth, and tongues are clashing. It’s not long before I’m heading back down to her beautiful pussy, licking her slit and playing with her delicate folds, doing everything in my power to pleasure the woman I love.
Soon she’s thrashing, kicking her legs up in the air as I home in on her clit.
“Harrison… Harrison… fuck!”
I’m able to pull another climax out of her with ease. Then a third.
She whimpers as I leave her pussy and trail kisses up her beautiful body, stopping at each nipple on the way before I meet her gorgeous mouth once more. While we kiss, she unbuckles my belt and whips it off my waist.
“Bianca,” I say. “I want you to suck my dick.”
She giggles. “That was my next stop.”
“No, but—” I eye the belt on the floor. “I want to give myself to you fully. I want you… I want you to tie my hands behind my back with that belt.”
She drops her jaw. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want to be restrained, give you free reign to place that beautiful mouth, your silky tongue, anywhere you want on my body.”
She grins. “Twist my arm, why don’t you?” She glances toward the suite’s adjoining bedroom. “Might be a little comfier in the bedroom, though.”
“Right.” I help her to her feet and then lead her by the hand into the suite’s bedroom. More of the same greens and pinks as the living room, with a king-sized bed topped with colorful throw pillows and an elegant down duvet. I toss the pillows off the bed and sit on the edge, turning my back toward Bianca and twisting my arms behind me.
She slowly wraps the belt around my wrists. I scoot over so my back is against the headboard. “Take my pants off,” I command.
She unbuttons my jeans and slowly slips them down my legs. She peels each of my socks off but leaves my underwear.
“The undies, too,” I say.
She smirks. “You seem to have forgotten who’s in control right now.”
Right. The whole point is letting her be in charge. It’s harder to relinquish than I thought.
“Of course.” I bow my head.
She tips my chin back up. “No. I want you to look at me. See everything I do to your beautiful body.”
I chuckle darkly. “Have at it, my queen.”
She blinks a few times at my chosen pet name—it’s what the Kings call Rouge, so I probably could have chosen better—but as she breathes it in she seems to relish this new role.
My queen.
My beautiful queen.
She runs her arms up my legs, massaging them gently. It feels incredible, but my hard cock is aching behind my boxer briefs.
