reckless abandon, holding nothing back.
When it was over, she went limp beneath him, and even though she was still blindfolded, that didn’t stop her from realizing that Alex hadn’t come. He was still rock hard and throbbing inside her, his entire body taut with sexual tension, his thighs quivering against the back of hers. Slowly, gradually, he dragged himself off of her, and she instantly missed his weight, his warmth.
“You didn’t come,” she said, and waited for him to untie her, or at least remove the shield from her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I will.” He removed the pillows from beneath her, then gently eased her to her back. Her hands crisscrossed above her head, but there was still plenty of slack left in the silken ties so that there was no pinching or binding. “You took care of me earlier, and we’re not done yet.”
She groaned as he positioned himself between her spread legs, but instead of wreaking havoc on her body with the feather again, he used his hands and mouth to pleasure her. His fingers touched the base of her throat, then moved lower, gliding over her breasts and delicately plucking at the stiff peaks before he took each nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily, until she was moaning and thrashing and begging him to please, please, please untie her so she could touch him, too.
Ignoring her pleas, he continued to nibble and lick and kiss his way down her stomach, followed by the luxurious sweep of his big, warm hands, all combining to bring her nerve endings back to vibrant life. And when his tongue slid deep into the valley between her thighs and his mouth fastened over her core, she was amazed that she had anything left in her to give him. But she did, and her second orgasm was just as strong and devastating as the first.
She felt him crawl up and over her body, felt the tip of his shaft glide against her sensitive cleft, but before he could drive into her, she clenched her thighs against his hips to hold him at bay.
“Alex, wait.”
He immediately stopped.
“Please take the blindfold off and untie me,” she implored once again.
This time, he did as she asked, releasing her hands and uncovering her eyes so she could finally see him, touch him. And the first thing she did was frame his face in her hands and stare deeply into his eyes.
He was watching her with a bit of uncertainty, and she was stunned to think that this man had a few insecurities of his own, and most likely feared a rejection from her. His emotions, his feelings and need for her, were so evident in his dark blue eyes that she felt a well of tears rise up in the back of her throat.
God, she was so incredibly lucky to have this man in her life.
She loved him. She trusted him. With her heart, her body, and her very soul. And she didn’t want him to have doubts about either. Ever.
She let go of her past, and welcomed her future with open arms. “I love you, Alex Wilde.”
It was the first time she’d ever said those words to Alex without being prompted by a declaration from him first, and the relief and joy pouring across his features told her she’d made him a very happy man.
“Oh God, Dana, I love you, too.” He lowered his head and kissed her the same moment he joined their bodies.
They both moaned, and Dana wrapped her legs high around his waist as this time around they made love at a slow, deep, gratifying pace. Together. As one. Giving and taking equally, with both of them surrendering physical control in order to embrace the emotional intimacy that would from here on define their relationship.
Chapter Six
Dana awoke the next morning alone, with Alex’s side of the bed empty except for the black velvet jeweler’s box sitting on the pillow next to hers. An engagement ring. A proposal. A promise of forever.
It was a not so subtle reminder that she had a decision to make, and she knew without a doubt that there was only one choice for her.
She slid out of bed and reached for the hotel-issue robe
When it was over, she went limp beneath him, and even though she was still blindfolded, that didn’t stop her from realizing that Alex hadn’t come. He was still rock hard and throbbing inside her, his entire body taut with sexual tension, his thighs quivering against the back of hers. Slowly, gradually, he dragged himself off of her, and she instantly missed his weight, his warmth.
“You didn’t come,” she said, and waited for him to untie her, or at least remove the shield from her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I will.” He removed the pillows from beneath her, then gently eased her to her back. Her hands crisscrossed above her head, but there was still plenty of slack left in the silken ties so that there was no pinching or binding. “You took care of me earlier, and we’re not done yet.”
She groaned as he positioned himself between her spread legs, but instead of wreaking havoc on her body with the feather again, he used his hands and mouth to pleasure her. His fingers touched the base of her throat, then moved lower, gliding over her breasts and delicately plucking at the stiff peaks before he took each nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily, until she was moaning and thrashing and begging him to please, please, please untie her so she could touch him, too.
Ignoring her pleas, he continued to nibble and lick and kiss his way down her stomach, followed by the luxurious sweep of his big, warm hands, all combining to bring her nerve endings back to vibrant life. And when his tongue slid deep into the valley between her thighs and his mouth fastened over her core, she was amazed that she had anything left in her to give him. But she did, and her second orgasm was just as strong and devastating as the first.
She felt him crawl up and over her body, felt the tip of his shaft glide against her sensitive cleft, but before he could drive into her, she clenched her thighs against his hips to hold him at bay.
“Alex, wait.”
He immediately stopped.
“Please take the blindfold off and untie me,” she implored once again.
This time, he did as she asked, releasing her hands and uncovering her eyes so she could finally see him, touch him. And the first thing she did was frame his face in her hands and stare deeply into his eyes.
He was watching her with a bit of uncertainty, and she was stunned to think that this man had a few insecurities of his own, and most likely feared a rejection from her. His emotions, his feelings and need for her, were so evident in his dark blue eyes that she felt a well of tears rise up in the back of her throat.
God, she was so incredibly lucky to have this man in her life.
She loved him. She trusted him. With her heart, her body, and her very soul. And she didn’t want him to have doubts about either. Ever.
She let go of her past, and welcomed her future with open arms. “I love you, Alex Wilde.”
It was the first time she’d ever said those words to Alex without being prompted by a declaration from him first, and the relief and joy pouring across his features told her she’d made him a very happy man.
“Oh God, Dana, I love you, too.” He lowered his head and kissed her the same moment he joined their bodies.
They both moaned, and Dana wrapped her legs high around his waist as this time around they made love at a slow, deep, gratifying pace. Together. As one. Giving and taking equally, with both of them surrendering physical control in order to embrace the emotional intimacy that would from here on define their relationship.
Chapter Six
Dana awoke the next morning alone, with Alex’s side of the bed empty except for the black velvet jeweler’s box sitting on the pillow next to hers. An engagement ring. A proposal. A promise of forever.
It was a not so subtle reminder that she had a decision to make, and she knew without a doubt that there was only one choice for her.
She slid out of bed and reached for the hotel-issue robe
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