As he closed the gap between our lips to kiss me, I spread my legs for him, making sure there was absolutely nothing between his throbbing member and my pulsating wetness. The head of his cock teased me as it slid around my clit. Blake was playing a deliciously cruel game of cat and mouse each time his cock would slide down to my wanting entrance and would stop two inches in, pulling back out to slide against my labia and clit. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore.
I broke our kiss. "Blake, please," I panted, looking up at him through my lashes.
His face was pure lust at that moment. "Say it again," he whispered in a dangerously soft tone.
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I would bet he could hear it. "Say what?" I teased, savoring withholding something from him for once tonight.
"Beg me," he growled.
"Please, fuck me," I breathed, the words dripping from my tongue like sex.
That's all it took. He let out a soft groan and gripped my curves roughly with his hands and flipped me over so I was back on my stomach. Before I knew it, he'd masterfully looped one muscular arm underneath my hips and was pulling my ass up into the air.
I wiggled my hips side-to-side, my dripping wetness feeling cool against the ventilation of my bedroom, even though I knew I was hot all over for him. He moved behind me, positioning himself so his cock hung against my labia, taunting me. Before I could push myself up to be on all fours for him, to sass him, he pushed me back down into my sheets. My breasts pressed against the softness of my comforter as Blake tsked behind me.
"Be patient," he murmured. "God knows that's what you've made me be all this time."
A shiver ran through me, and I couldn't help my smile. "I've made you be patient?" The image simply didn't compute in my mind.
"You know very well you have," he growled. He spanked me with his palm fully spread, once. My entire being jolted and another shiver ran through me, but not as powerfully as the trembling I experienced when he finally let me have him. His cock tore through me, pummeling me in a way that almost didn't feel human. Blake thrust into me with a rawness that felt so incredibly powerful that it made my nipples turn into the stiffest peaks they had ever been. He had that effect on me--making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
It was as if we had never been apart. He knew exactly what to do with me and how I wanted it, alternating between the slow, long strokes and the relentless pounding. My clit throbbed with need for him, and as I opened my mouth to beg him to give it to me hard, he did. His strong hand was placed on my back, shoving me further into the sheets. His other arm looped under my pelvis and yanked my hips impossibly high, making sure that he had full access to me--that he would be able to go as deep as he wanted to go. Blake moaned as he thrust into me, both his hands coming to my hips now and yanking my body to his as he pounded into me. My fingers grasped for the sheets and held on to keep my balance while he used my body, in turn letting me use his. My moans grew louder and louder, matching his then coming out in shallow, shrill pants. Even as I collapsed on the bed, enjoying the feel of him, he continued pounding into me in a way that practically removed all of my senses, except for one very important one that he had full control over right now. Another shiver began to ripple through me, but this one was different. The ripple grew into waves and the orgasm washed over me forcefully. I muffled my cries into the pillow so the neighbors wouldn't hear, and that was all it took. Blake held my hips to him and I could feel him throb inside of me; his groans rippled through the room as he released inside of me. I clenched on, milking him for everything he had, not caring about anything other than being with him at that moment. Other than getting him off the way I couldn't for so long.
Moments later, he was off of me and disappeared from the room. Can anything be more perfect? I sighed internally.
I was already collapsed on the bed at this point, feeling way too lazy and relaxed to follow him to see what he was up to now. Blake returned a moment later with a towel, which I was pleased to find was warm and wet to the touch.
"Turn around," he whispered huskily.
"Haven't had enough?" I teased as I obliged.
"I could never have enough of you," Blake responded, his voice as serious as I've ever heard it.
Within seconds, he had wiped my wetness clean with the warm towel. I had never felt so fresh and relaxed and loved in my life. Okay, now there can't be anything more perfect, I reasoned with myself.
After disposing of the towel, Blake returned to bed and hugged me to him possessively.
"Never again," he whispered in my ear, kissing my temple as he held me to his chest.
"Never again what?" I asked sleepily, my body already melting into the form of his. His strong arm was positioned perfectly between my breasts and my curves, and I knew that I could never buy the amount of comfort he was giving me right now. Not even with Blake's credit card.
"Being apart from you. I can't handle it, Christina. Promise me."
"If I recall correctly, Mr. CEO, you were the one who..." I stopped myself as he hugged me even closer, and if I wasn't kidding myself, he let out a pretty loud gulp, too. I squeezed his arm. "Never again, Blake."
He didn't say anything after that, and within moments, he was breathing easily and peacefully.
Epilogue