Her lips curve up. “I know you better than that. You really have feelings for me. And you’re willing to trust that this spark we have will develop into something more.”
I nod. “The leap of faith.”
“Yeah. Like Indiana Jones inThe Last Crusade. And I thought, I’m standing on the edge of that cliff. Am I too cowardly to make the jump? Am I going to turn and walk away because I’m so afraid of the fall? I’ve never been a cowardly person. And I’m not going to be one now. I’m going to step off and trust you’ll catch me.”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy. “I will,” I tell her firmly. “I swear, I’ll always be there for you.”
I have a last mouthful of the drink and put the glass down, then pull her into my arms. She presses her hands on my chest, though, and stops me.
“You must be tired,” she says. “Do you want to go and have dinner first? We can always come to bed later.”
But I shake my head. She’s sitting there wrapped like a Christmas parcel, and I’m exultant that she wants to make this work. “The last thing I want to do is eat,” I tell her. Then I tip my head to the side. “Food, anyway.”
She laughs. “Naughty boy,” she murmurs. “But I have something else in mind.”
My eyebrows rise. “Oh?”
She gets to her feet, then takes my tie in her fingers and pulls me up. Once I’m standing, she begins to undress me. First, she takes off my tie. Next, she slides my jacket over my shoulders and hangs it over the chair. And then she starts undoing my buttons.
I’m prepared to rip it off and ravish her at this point, but when I try to help her along, she pushes my hands away. “I want to do this,” she tells me. “I want to do something for you.”
So I let her, recognizing that she needs to show me she’s committed to her decision, and that she wants to show her appreciation of what I’ve done. And it’s not a hardship to let a beautiful woman make love to me. I watch her while she finishes the buttons, then tips the shirt over my shoulders.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, running her fingers over my biceps and down my arms, then back up to my chest. “You’re a fine figure of a man, Mars Ashford.”
“Why, thank you.”
“I can’t believe I’ve got myself a toy boy.” She gives a mischievous smile. “I’ve been too scared to believe I could keepa man like you interested. You’re so young, and gorgeous, and fit…” She runs her fingers over my abs, and I shiver. “But I’m done with that,” she says. “If you want me, I’m here for you. If we do this, Mars, we both give it one hundred percent.” Her voice is fierce. “Agreed?”
“Agreed,” I murmur. My heart swells. Wren captured my heart ten years ago. The thought that she’s finally going to let me into hers fills me with joy.
She unbuckles my belt, slides down the zipper of my trousers, and helps me out of them, and I remove my socks. Then she helps me out of my boxer-briefs, carefully lifting the elastic over my erection before dropping to a crouch, sliding them down my legs, and letting me step out of them.
Then she tips forward onto her knees.
My eyes widen as I realize what she’s about to do. “Ah… oh… wait, let me have a shower first…”
But she takes my cock in her hand, looks up at me as she moistens her lips, then closes her mouth over the tip.
The breath hisses through my teeth as I inhale sharply, and every muscle in my body tenses at the sensation of her tongue washing over my sensitive skin. Captivated by the sight of her sliding her lips down the shaft, I slide my hand into her hair and gently cup her head.
Holy fuck. It’s the first time she’s done this. In fact it’s the first time she’s really shown any initiative in bed at all. It’s only now that I realize how much she was holding back. How scared she was of letting go. How afraid she really was.
My heart goes out to her. I know how much it’s costing her to open up like this. Showing vulnerability to someone else is one of the hardest things to do in life, especially when you’ve been hurt in the past. But she trusts me. And shit, if that isn’t the greatest aphrodisiac a man could ever have.
Ahhh… it feels amazing, the exquisite sensations amplified by the thought of her wanting to please me. I tip my head back and close my eyes for a while, enjoying every second as she licks and strokes me. She murmurs her approval, exploring with her tongue and fingers, discovering every part of me. Eventually I drop my head again and watch her through hazy eyes, finding it extremely erotic to watch myself disappearing into her mouth.
“Ahhh… Birdy, that feels amazing… God, you turn me on so much…”
Encouraged, she strokes me more firmly and takes me deeper, and I feel the first glimmers of my climax way off in the distance.
“Babe…” I put my hands on her upper arms. “Stop.”
She moves back and looks up at me with her big blue eyes. “Sorry,” she says as I lift her to her feet. “Did I do something wrong?”
I give her a wry look. “No, not at all. Quite the opposite. We’re supposed to be making a baby, and if my biology is right, coming in your mouth doesn’t increase the chance of fertilization.”
She giggles and pulls me toward the bed. “Well, next week, when the fertility window has passed, I want to take you all the way.” She licks her lips.
