I trail my hand down along her waist and hips, then along the inside of her thigh. Her breath catches when I move further up and feel how wet she still is. Knowing she wants me turns up the heat in me each time I feel it.
“Wait,” she says, taking my wrist, stopping me from going any further. Then she leans over, zips open her duffel bag on the floor and takes out her strap-on. I suck in a quick breath as I watch her put it on, my pulse suddenly jittering somewhere in the 160 range. She has that look in her eyes again. It’s a look of promise, need, anticipation, and very, very sexy thoughts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leans back on her hands and waits.
“What do you want?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.
“Straddle me,” she says, then bites her lip, looking me up and down.
I crawl over and swing one leg over her, then wrap my arms around her neck as I raise myself onto my knees. My breasts are aligned with her face and I shiver when her breath washes over them. Her lips brush them softly before her tongue takes over, circling my rock-hard nipples and I buck my hips against her stomach. I want her inside me so badly, I can hardly wait. Her hands close around my hips, guiding me to where she wants me. The tip of the shaft pushes against me and I tremble in delight as I lower myself and feel it filling me, little by little. I close my eyes and wait for a moment as it feels so tight that it almost hurts, then continue when my pussy is aching for more.
“Good girl.” Blake knows exactly how to push my buttons, and I see a glimmer in her eyes at my reaction to her words.
“God, you feel amazing,” I whisper when I lower myself completely onto her lap. It’s tight, crazy good and I can already feel a tingle spreading out from my core as I weave my hands through her silky hair that’s now a shade lighter from the sunshine she’s been exposed to.
“Fuck,” she curses, lifting her hips. She is so deep, and I can see she’s wild with desire as I start rocking back and forth on her lap, slowly at first. I know the friction feels good to her, so I thrust forward harder and faster. I can make her come whenever I please now and that arouses me even more.
Overcome by a sudden surge of power, I push her back into the mattress and smile at the surprised expression on her face. I can see she didn’t expect me to take over, but she’s too turned on to protest. I lean forward and take her wrists, then place them above her head, holding onto them as I ride her faster and harder. My climax builds like a raging storm inside me and from the look on her face, I know she’s on the edge too. Her teeth are clenched and the sexy frown between her brows grows deeper as a deep growl escapes her.
“I want you to come,” I say, and she loses it, lifting her hips up against me, over and over until I fall on top of her and let go while I cry out. Her arms are around me now, pulling me closer as she thrust into me, sending a wave of aftershocks through my core. I shiver each time one hits me, and when my muscles finally start to relax we both let out a deep, satisfied sigh
“What was that?” Blake asks, arching a brow for comical effect. Her hair is messy and it looks cute, the way it sticks out on all sides.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly, and laugh. “You make me crazy. Good crazy, though.”
A smile paints her face, and millions of butterflies start flapping around in my stomach, making me weak in every single limb. The effect she has on me is beyond my comprehension, but I have stopped analyzing my physical reactions to her and just enjoy the ride now, because there is more than enough time for that later.
“I can’t deny it was good, Miss Evans, but I might have to punish you for taking advantage of me in a vulnerable moment. Remember, you’re not the one in charge here, I am.” She grins, then turns us over so she’s on top. She’s still inside me and I moan when she spreads my legs with her own and pushes into me while she grabs my wrists in the same manner. I love it when she does that, and I want nothing more than for her to take me again.
“This isn’t exactly punishment,” I reply through quick breaths, wrapping my legs around her hips.
“Maybe not right now.” She kisses my neck up to my ear and rests her mouth there before she continues while pulling out of me. “But believe me, I’m going to make you beg.”
24
“Are you tired? When I open my eyes, Blake stands over me with a rose in her hand and trails it along my breasts. My nipples harden at the touch and I shiver as she continues down and rests it between my legs. “I’ve filled the tub. Want to come in with me?”
“Of course, I say.” I was asleep but the thought of taking a hot, relaxing bath with her sounds like a dream, and I sit up, rolling my shoulders and rubbing my tired eyes. Blake wasn’t joking when she said she would make me beg. She teased me for hours, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm until I couldn’t take it anymore. The result was rewarding, and I can barely breathe as I think back to the moment that she finally let me go, taking me from behind while my wrists were tied together behind my back. I’ve never felt anything like it, and still, when the vision flashes across my mind’s eye, my pussy twitches like it hasn’t been touched in months.
When I step into the bathroom, there are candles and roses scattered around the edge of the tub, on the shelves, on the windowsill, and on the laundry basket. She’s switched the lights off, and the faint flickering of the candles is reflected in the big mirror above the basin. Steam is misting over the tub and on top fragrant rose petals are floating, covering the surface of the water. I’ve never been a sucker for romance, but since meeting Blake, I want it all. I step into the tub and wait for her to get in between my legs. When she sits down, I pull her closer and let out a deep breath when she places her head against my shoulder. Her body against mine feels right, perfect, just the way it should be. My arm wraps around her as I run my other hand through her hair, and she closes her eyes with a contented sigh. I love to stroke her hair, and I have a feeling I’m about to find many more little things I love to do to her. Still puzzled as to how it happened, I know she not only owns me sexually, but she has my mind and my heart too. All of me.
“So what do we do now?” I ask. The day and the evening have been more perfect than I could ever have imagined but now seems like a good time to discuss things while we are simply relaxing together.
“What do you want to do?” She asks in return.
“You don’t have any plans?” I smile because I like where this is heading. “Will you take me with you this time?”
“Of course.” She turns her head and kisses my neck. “I need to pick up my passport in New Mexico first, but after that we can go anywhere you want.”
“Your passport? What name will be on there?”
“Blake Howard.” Her hands stroke my thighs and rest on my knees. “I’m going to be myself again. It’s a fresh start, yet familiar in so many ways.”
“Blake Howard,” I repeat. “I like it. Did you grow up in New Mexico?”
“Yeah. In a town called Red River. It’s pretty, I think you’ll like it. I still have a house there. It might be falling apart by now, but I’m sure the safe is still in my office because I’ve been pretty thorough with the security.”