Desperation of Love by Alice Montalvo-Tribue

arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. “Alright, princess. You ready?” he questions playfully.
    I lean my body into him and nod my head. “I’m ready.” He releases his hold on me and I close my eyes as he removes the blindfold. My eyes flutter open and I inhale a sharp breath at the sight before me. My eyes start to burn with unshed tears as I take in the most romantic view I’ve ever seen. In the middle of a field stands what I can only describe as a teepee, made out of six large wooden sticks and draped in a sheer white fabric. There’s a beautiful blanket laid out on the ground with pillows scattered throughout. It’s finished off with a basket which I assume contains food. A single tear trails down my cheek as I struggle to speak. “What is all this?” I whisper.
    “I just wanted to show you how you’ve single-handedly managed to emasculate me,” he says with a chuckle.
    I throw my head back and laugh and elbow him gently in the stomach. “Way to kill the moment.”
    “No, it’s a good thing,” he whispers in my ear, wrapping me up in his arms again. “Because now you know I’ll do just about anything for you.”
    Oh my God, how do I even respond to that? There are no words that I can say to express how touched I am, how much his gesture means to me. The last few weeks with Alex have been like a reawakening for me. Pieces of me that were lost a long time ago are slowly making their way back to me. I know that it would have never happened without him. Alex will tell you he has no patience, that he wants what he wants when he wants it, but he’s wrong. He’s shown me nothing but patience since the day we met, taking the time to get to know me, and peeling back the layers until he got to my core, engraining himself into my world. Now I can’t picture my life without him in it. God, he’s smart. He knew exactly what he was doing this whole time, taking the road less traveled to get to me. “Alex, I don’t know what to say. This is straight out of a dream. I love it.”
    He takes my hand and leads me over to the beautiful setup he’s created. We sit down, and Alex situates the pillows so they are surrounding us. “Are you hungry?”
    “Sure. Whatcha got?”
    “We’ve got a French baguette, cold cuts, cheese, grapes and wine.”
    “Wow. That all sounds great, but I don’t think I’m in the mood for any of that right now. I have something more specific in mind,” I say, coming up on my knees in front of him. I place a quick kiss on his lips and use my hands to push him back onto the pillows and undo the button and zipper on his pants.
    “Jordan, what are you doing?”
    “I’m taking what I want,” I say, pushing his pants down slightly so that they’re no longer in my way. I feel him over his boxers and can tell that he’s ready for me. I bite down on my lip seductively, and slowly lower his boxers until his erection is freed.
    “Shit, baby.” I wrap my right hand around his length, causing Alex to let out a low groan. His reaction excites me. Suddenly, I just want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I kiss and lick the tip of it then smile up at him. “Mmm, it’s gourmet,” I say, stroking him.
    “You’re crazy,” he says with a chuckle, which turns into a growl when I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. I grip the base with my hand and begin to move it in time with my mouth, quickening the pace. He carefully pushes my hair out of my face and grasps it loosely, pulling it out of my way. I continue my assault on him, sucking, licking and stroking him, speeding up the pace and intensity after a while. After a few minutes, his whole body tenses up. “Fuck, baby, stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I gaze up at him but never stop what I’m doing. Next thing I know, I’ve lost the taste of him. Alex is lifting me up and positioning me over him so that I’m straddling him. “I want you so bad right now.” He sighs.
    I smile down at