My lips hung ajar as I groaned from his ministrations.
“Blake! Fuck me already!” I was aggravated and beyond aroused! I wasn’t to be me messed with!
Thrusting his huge c**k as he penetrated me quite roughly—the sudden impact stunned my body for a mere second. I was a bit sore from his rough handling last night, but my greed for him seized me entirely. I moaned as he took himself deeper.
My pu**y was salivating from the building pressure. He pulled my hips and commanded to lift myself—all on fours—as he pounded my pu**y harder. The impact of his balls slapping and hitting my pu**y lips just heightened my burning need.
He slapped my ass. Hard.
I howled from the impact of his palm as I felt a well of liquid seeping out of me. My mind went blank from the excruciating hunger that rumbled inside.
“You feel incredible,” he said in between heavy panting.
Grabbing both of my ass cheek with his hands, gripping them firmly as he f**ked me harder—my body tightened from his animalistic lovemaking. I yelled gripping the sheets as my body released from its misery—my orgasm overwhelmed and paralyzed me as his tempo picked up faster than before.
“This pu**y belongs to me,” he growled loudly through gritted teeth.
“Tell me it’s mine, tell me!” his voice roared possessively.
“This pu**y’s yours, Blake. It’s yours—I’m giving it to you. Take it. It’s yours,” I breathily panted as his orgasm came to a close. With one last thrust, he stiffened and spilled his se**n inside me.
He panted heavily, his cheek on the back of my shoulder as he said, “it’s mine, all mine—don’t you dare ever forget that!”
Loud. And. Clear.
***
After Blake’s lovemaking, my lids started to get heavy. I submitted to my body’s demand for recuperation as sleep took over.
A loud thud woke me from my slumber. How long did I nap for? I sleepily wondered.
I sat up and yawned loudly as Blake entered dressed in a black suit, stark white dress shirt and a black silver-patterned tie. My eyes greedily roamed all over him. He looked sharp and utterly delectable—my mouth watered at the sight of him.
And he’s leaving for a month and a half. How the hell am I going to survive now? I’ll miss him mad.
The bed dipped as he sat on the bed, smiling affectionately as he traced my swollen lip with his thumb. “You look flushed and satisfied, my sweet—your hair’s all sexily mussed up—and you look absolutely beautiful.”
Gazing contently at him, I smiled like an idiot, “maybe you did something right Knightly,” licking my lips, my fingers playing with his hair behind his ear, “your skills are extraordinary—incomparable.”
I feel like I just won the lottery when he smiles at me like that.
I’m such a sucker for his smiles. I’m hopeless.
Smiling in between his soft kisses, “Oh, yeah? Try to remember that in the next few weeks. Will try to get away as much as I can, but you have to understand the kind of pressure I’m in at the moment. I have so much to prove to grandfather,” he paused as his eyes scanned my face, “just remember how good it’ll be when we see each other again—”
“Blake—everyone that knows you, knows how incredible you are—your own investments have been phenomenal. I don’t doubt it for a second. And as for your other worries—stop, okay? You’re worrying for nothing.” I kissed his lips to assure him.
“Alright, I have to leave for Gatwick Airport. I hate leaving you here—,” he took something out of his pocket and handed me a key with embossed golden oriental lily with intricate pink and white diamonds around the designed keychain—the size was probably two and half inches in diameter.
I swallowed.
“Are these real diamonds? Blake, this must’ve cost a fortune!” I stared at him in shock. He simply shrugged, “you’re worth it, poppet.”
I looked down at it with confusion as I traced the lily with my finger. Sometimes I tend to forget how loaded Blake is—this keychain cost probably a fraction to his shaving paraphernalia—but still. We haven’t properly dated yet.
He knew I loved this particular type of lily. The intoxicating perfumed smell and the contrasting colors of pinks were too beautiful to explain. My insides swelled from the thought that he could remember insignificant details about me.
“This is the spare key to my apartment—I already informed the lobby about you. It’s is your second home now—I’ve been meaning to give this to you since you gave me yours, but didn’t get the chance to. I know how much you love this particular kind of lily—so, I thought it would be a nice reminder when you see it—hoped that you’ll think of me”
“Thank you!—it’s very sweet and thoughtful gesture—but I don’t need a reminder of you, Blake…I think of you all the time.”
“Good to know because you’re in mine—every second,” getting up and kissing me one last time, said our goodbyes and left for the airport.
The apartment was silent without him in it. I took the pillow he slept on last night and inhaled his scent, lemons and the smell of his intoxicating skin. Maybe I should take the pillow with me when I go. Tempting.
I miss him already.
Grazing my fingertip on the lily keychain, I flipped it over and surprised that he had in engraved.
Cradling it on my palm as I read it slowly,
“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.”
I’ll be thinking of you, poppet.
It was a quote by the famous Pablo Neruda, one of my favored poets. My heart thudded as I traced the engraving. He remembers everything that I like! With his razor-sharp brilliant mind I’m not surprised that he did.
But the thought of him making an effort was a major deal.
Bubble of happiness speared and coursed through my body.
He thinks of everything—and so far, I’m putty in his hands.
He just knows how to put a smile on my face.
Twenty-four
Three days has passed and I’m still high on Blake and I don’t want to ever get off it. It’s even better than a triple chocolate cake and crème brûlée put together. Though I’m sure if you put them all together, I would devour them all with gusto.
We’ve been relentlessly calling and texting each other. With the permit problem fixed, there’s so much to be done. His schedule’s punishing, but he still made time and calls me every night before he goes to bed. Sweet, isn’t it?