I see life through rose-colored glasses
She speaks words of love to me
Everyday words
And that does something to me”
“I would trade rose-colored glasses for blue ones,” I whisper as I turn us slowly, “since blue has been my favorite color from the first moment I saw you.”
Cecilia lifts her face to mine. “Because of my eyes?”
“No,” I murmur. “Don’t get me wrong, your eyes are stunning. But it was the dress you were wearing in the Hamptons.”
An image that will never leave me.
She nods, smiling. “I’d never heard you speak French before.”
I kiss her forehead. “We can change that,” I tell her. “From now on.”
I let the song begin again and continue to murmur the lyrics into her ear as I guide her across the terrace. The music changes, but we don’t stop moving. We’ve found our own rhythm, one that doesn’t require sound.
My hand traces an unhurried path along her back before gripping her waist. She rises onto her toes and kisses me.
And when we part for air, I stay where I am. My gaze locked with hers, seeing my desire reflected in her need. Without a word, I lace my fingers through hers and lead her toward the daybed.
I peel away her clothes, taking my time with each layer. My fingers trace her skin, committing every curve and contour to memory as I explore her body in the dim, golden glow of the lanterns surrounding the daybed.
Her body reacts, a shiver running through her as the coarse edge of my beard brushes her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
My lips trail down her shoulder, lingering just long enough to coax a breathless moan before I bite down, hard enough to mark, gentle enough to keep her close, leaving a reminder on her skin that in this moment, she belongs to me.
I ease her down onto the daybed and catalog every shadow and curve. Claiming her mouth, I drink her in like a man starving. My hand captures her breast, molding the soft curve, pinching her nipple just the way I know she likes.
Lowering my head to take her into my mouth, I suck hard on her nipple as her body shudders beneath me. I trace a wet path down her ribs, dipping into the curve of her navel until I reach her most sensitive point.
I spread her open, exposing her glistening pussy to my gaze. A breath escapes me, teasing her damp skin, before I taste her.Dio, she tastes incredible. A unique sweetness that makes me forget everything else beyond her.
“I want to drink every drop of you,” I growl against her skin.
I take her clit into my mouth and suck intently, finding a cadence that drives her wild, alternating between the tease of my breath and the pull of my lips. She arches off the cushion, offering herself to me, silently asking for more.
Her moans shatter into desperate, fractured sounds. She drags my face closer by my hair, her palm sliding over my beard as I devour her.
“Alexander, please, please...”
Her thighs lock tight against my ears, her breathing frantic. She is close, but I show her no mercy. I increase the pressure, my tongue lashing faster, chasing the erratic thrum of her pulse as I sink two fingers inside her, thrusting at the same pace as my tongue on her clit.
She breaks with a breathless cry that tears through the night. I lock my hands on her hips, holding her to my mouth, relentlessly swallowing her release as she pulses against my lips. I refuse to let her come down, chasing the tremors and prolonging the high until she’s gasping for air.
I press my lips to her skin, moving upward. She rises, her hands frantic, tearing at my shirt, shoving the fabric off my shoulders, pushing my pants and briefs down in one desperate motion.
I reach into my pocket, my fingers closing around the foil packet. I pull it out and set it on the table beside us.
Gripping Cecilia by the back of her neck, I pull her into a hard kiss before turning her around. She kneels on the cushions, tense with anticipation. The night breeze whips hair across her face, and she doesn’t move to clear it.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. Bergamot blossom and that honeyed warmth that intoxicates me.
I slide my cock between the smooth curves of her ass, grinding against her.
