His lips found mine again and kissed me tenderly, my heart contracted. He pulled out of me and gathered me close to him. I was spent and exhausted from that intense love making.
My breathing started to even out and my eyes fluttered to close. His heartbeat was wildly beating against my back as he tightened his hold on me then kissed the back of my neck. “I love you,” he whispered against my ear.
I squeezed my eyes. I love you too…
His bare admission tore my insides. I evened out my breathing, pretending I was asleep.
***
I startlingly woke up when I felt the cold air hit my back. I rolled to the other side reaching for him. I hugged his body from behind. I nuzzled the back of his neck, inhaling his scent like a starved woman. I love him…
My hand trailed over his broad shoulders and trailed down to his abdomen. The ridges of his six-pack toned abs teased my fingers, my hand trailed lower and found his semi-hard penis. Damn, even asleep his c**k is still huge. I stroked him gently as it started to come to life from my hasty ministrations.
I smiled. Well, hello bad boy.
I gently turned him on his back as a soft sigh came from his lips, obviously still asleep. I smiled devilishly as I stared at his glorious body. I want him…and I’ll be damned if I have to wait for him…my aroused state can’t wait for him any longer.
I took him in my mouth—teasing it with my tongue—at the same time bringing it at the back of my throat with determined suction. He moaned. I sucked him until his c**k was rigid with throbbing need and a pulse flickered. I went over to his hips and straddled him, guiding his c**k with my hand and coaxed it slowly inside me. I moaned with satisfaction, my god he feels so good. I recoiled slowly as my insides adjusted to his size. This position made the filling penetration mind-blowing and grippingly intense. I moved slowly at first, my stomach quivering from the intensified strokes of his c**k inside me.
My palm sat on his chest to balance me as the other cupped my breast. The heightened carnal intensity drove me to ride him harder. I felt his hand pinch my ni**les and I growled with delight. “Take what’s your, my love.” What he just said made me even more crazed and hungry.
I want it all.
Leaning back and placed my hands on his thighs, I rode his c**k with fervent need. My mind shut down as body convulsed around him. I yelped out his name softly as I recovered from my climax. He held me down as he ejaculated.
Lifting my head off his chest, I stared at his delighted face, “Fuck that was amazing. You’re one hell of rider, poppet.”
I huskily laughed as placed myself next to him and nuzzled the nook of his neck. “You’re welcome”
“I knew I died and gone to heaven when I was woken up with you moaning with your eyes closed—enjoying my c**k for your own greedy pleasure.”
“I can’t seem to get enough of you…I don’t think I ever will,” I admitted softly against his neck, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. “As do I, my love, as do I.” His sleepy voice murmured.
Thirty-one
Blake left early at seven that morning to go to his meeting in New York. It’s been almost five weeks since I last saw him but we kept each other updated with everything. I was soaring high because our relationship was growing steadily and I love him a little bit more every single day. I didn’t tell him how I felt. I wasn’t ready for that yet. It’s hard to take it back once I tell him and I don’t want that to be held against me.
The morning after Blake left for New York, I met up with Chad and Troy for the shoot. It lasted around five hours and even though I was wearing only skimpy underwear, Troy made me feel at ease as we laughed and joked about. Though there were times in the shoot were his eyes became stormy when I draped my body over his or when he groaned when my ni**les touched his chest. He’s hot, to be sure, who wouldn’t be attracted to a super hot man like him? But I didn’t let this bother me because I knew deep down there was only one man I wanted.
I eased Blake’s doubt by wearing his bracelet and convincing him that I didn’t want anyone else. Kyle warily eyed the bracelet but never asked about it. He knew I was dating Blake and I’m grateful that he never asked or didn’t push the issue. Our friendship strengthened over the weeks and I felt like we were almost back to where we were before. Almost.
I haven’t seen Chad since the shoot. He’s been busy preparing for his show. My time was consumed with school and working with Kyle. Luce and I barely caught up with our lives since school demanded a lot of her time with projects and applying for internships.
Today, he’s arriving from New York and I can’t wait to see him. He’ll be arriving late in the afternoon so we’ll see each other at Chad’s exhibition on King’s Road. I’ve primed my body for this long awaited reunion and I can’t wait to get him alone. I’ve gone scouring for a perfect dress for the last week. And I hope I get the reaction I’m aiming for.
My hair was in a high ponytail. I applied make-up carefully with light eye shadow and thick eye liner winged on the both ends. Swiping two coats of mascara on both my upper and lower lashes making my eyes look like a fiery piercing golden green. I highlighted my cheeks with bronzer and finished it with candy pink colored lipstick. Dabbing lip gloss on my bottom lip and puckered to full effect.
I went over to my bed and took the nude designer bandage dress that fitted my body like a glove—leaving little imagination. It was short maybe a couple or a few inches below my butt. The top part pushed my br**sts up giving me a hefty amount of cle**age. I slipped on my nude designer Rolando pumps and skimmed over my appearance on the full-length mirror. I looked good, I thought as I admired how the dress showed off and compliment my figure. I want Blake’s eyes to pop out of its sockets when he gets a glimpse of me.
There was a soft knock at the door indicating Kyle’s presence.
Grabbing my clutch purse and headed out to meet him. “Coming,” I called out as I closed the door behind me.
His face looked dumbstruck as he stared at me. I smirked as his eyes took me in. Hopefully I will get that same reaction from Blake and my mission is accomplished. “Goddamn baby. You look like a piece of heaven.” Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the elevator. “Let’s get moving lover boy, I don’t want to be late or Chad will have us for dinner.”
We were five minutes away from King’s Road as the cab weaved through the traffic. I fidgeted uneasily in my seat. Which images did Chad choose? He’ll have fifty portraits up for display but said he needed twelve from our shoot and the rest was filled with his other models. What if they looked stupid and awkward?