by Tori Madison
“That was very kind of her. I’d like to meet her.”
“I’m sure she will be over tomorrow with some fresh breakfast pastries. She spoils me.”
“I think she has a little crush on the good doctor,” I teased.
“Perhaps, but I’m not interested. There’s this incredible woman who’s taken up residence in my mind and is starting to take up a rather large part of my heart too.” He smiled. “Why don’t you get unpacked, and I’ll meet you in the living room when you’re ready.”
He once again knocked me off my game with a comment. I smiled and turned to start unpacking. Why did he affect me so much? Oh yeah—because he’s intelligent, handsome, and sincere. That was sure to be a dangerous combination for me, but I decided to stop fighting it and let my heart take the lead. He was sweeping me off my feet whether or not I was ready for him to.
*
After dinner, Blake dimmed the lights, and we moved to one of the sofas next to the stone fireplace. He sat at one end, and I sat at the other, facing him. I grabbed a large knit blanket that was hanging over one of the side chairs. “Where did you get this blanket? I love it.”
“My mom made it. She loved to knit, and this was one of my favorites. It has gotten a lot of use up here.”
“I can see why. She sounds like she was an amazing woman.”
“That she was. She would’ve loved you,” he declared without hesitation. “She used to give me hell for not dating. I wish she was still alive so she could meet you.”
“I would’ve loved that too. Maybe I can meet your dad sometime?” I kicked my feet out toward Blake.
“Don’t hold your breath. He talks a big talk, and if he happens to be passing through, he’ll give me a call the day before. I’ve gotten used to being a family of one. When do your parents get home?” He smoothly changed the subject.
From the tone of his voice, I could tell that it hurt that his dad wasn’t around, especially after losing his mom. I felt horrible for him not having any family, no siblings or grandparents. He always seemed so strong, but I knew there was a wounded man behind the shiny armor. His insecurities were neatly hidden, but I could see bits of them the closer we got.
“My parents will be coming home from Gulf Shores soon. I’d like you to meet them, but I need to warn you that my mom can be a bit overwhelming. My dad is pretty easygoing, but he’s very protective of his only daughter.”
“Noted. Don’t piss off your dad.” He laughed as he grabbed part of the blanket and pulled it to cover his lap. “If I haven’t said it yet, thank you for coming up here with me. I’m happy to be able to share it with someone.”
“The pleasure is all mine. I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed in months, and I love the fact that you don’t have a clock anywhere.”
“No need for a clock when you’re on vacation. I’m scheduled constantly at home, so when I come up here, I want freedom to do whatever I want whenever I want.”
“That’s a good philosophy to have. I admire that. I need to do that more . . . turn off the world and just be.”
I turned myself around so that I was leaning against his chest. He rested his cheek against my head. “I’d like you to just be for the next few days and take time for yourself. Life will be waiting for you when we get back—until then, I expect you to relax. Doctor’s orders.”
“Yes, sir.” We sat in comfortable silence watching the fire dance and listening to the logs crackle. Blake shifted to turn on the sound system. An acoustic version of “Just the Way You Are” by Boyce Avenue started playing as he began tossing several of the pillows from the sofa onto the floor making room so we could lay comfortably facing one another.
Once settled, the mood in the room changed. Our legs were a tangled mess, but they somehow fit together. I looked up to see Blake’s warm brown eyes watching me. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He leaned in to kiss me. His soft and warm lips parted, and his tongue slipped out to run along the crease of my lips, inviting me to open my mouth. Our kiss was slow and passionate, never feeling rushed. He was never in a hurry; each time we were together intimately, he made me feel special . . . he made me feel treasured.
I kicked the blanket off as I was getting a little too warm. Blake shifted to pull off his sweater and helped me out of mine. “What do we have here?” he questioned.
Looking at him curiously, I asked, “What are you talking about?” I was truly lost.
His hand ran up my body and cupped my right breast while his thumb ran over the little nub that was showing through my shirt. “I don’t recall seeing these before.”
How it had slipped my mind that I had put on the silicone nipples hours earlier, I’ll never know. Granted, my chest was still without feeling, so I forgot they were there. So, my options were to be embarrassed or to own up to them and show him the confident side of me. A side he hadn’t really seen before—and, come to think of it, neither had I. It was time to discover the new Victoria.
“I figured it was time to start putting myself back together and feel like a woman again.” Sitting up, I slipped off my shirt to reveal the lace cami underneath and showcase the new visual addition to my chest. “They add a nice touch, don’t they?”
“That they do.” He sat up and lifted his shirt over his head. It never got old seeing him without a shirt. His smooth chest and defined abs were screaming for my hands to touch them. So I did.
My hands roamed along his body as his did the same to mine. His index finger slipped under the strap on my right shoulder and he it slid down, repeating the process on the other side before slowing revealing my chest. He gently cupped both breasts. “Surprisingly, I’ve never seen anyone wear these before. I’ve seen women wear the breast prosthesis forms into the office, but not just the nipples. They look nice.”
“Thanks, I think.” I started to giggle. “Who knew we’d be sitting here discussing stick-on nipples and prosthetic boobs? Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.”
“What were you hoping for?”
I stood up and held my hand out to him, which he took and stood facing me. My lips started their journey up his chest and over to his neck, before closing in on his mouth. We stood kissing while our hands explored one another’s body. He popped the button and unzipped his jeans, letting them drop to the floor before repeating the process on me, sliding my cami off with them. I was now in just my panties, while he stood in his boxer briefs.
He reached for my face with both hands then paused, looking down at his arm, and started laughing, a full out hysterical laugh, which caught me completely by surprise. “What?” I questioned, not understanding what was so funny.
Stepping back, he lifted his right arm, turning it so I could see the underside. There, right in the middle of his forearm, was a perfectly placed nipple. I looked down at my left side to see that I was now missing a nipple, but the one on my right side was still securely in place. I let out a snort. “Oh my god! You’ve been nippled.” Tears starting running down my face, and the laughter in the room escalated.
Blake was bent over laughing with his hands on his knees and I was still in a fit of giggles when he suddenly scooped me up over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. We were both still laughing when he set me on my feet next to the bed. “You look a little uneven . . . let me help you,” he joked before removing the lone nipple from my chest and sticking it on the bedside table next to the one he had already removed from his arm.
“God, I needed a good laugh. That was quite possibly one of the funniest moments of my life. I could have some serious fun with those. Bobbie Jo and Jen wouldn’t know what to do with themselves.”
“Yes, they would. We will have to plot something together. I do have access to a few other ‘props’ that could come in handy.” He gave a wicked laugh.
“Oh, this is good. Mission Boobie Trap will be epic!”
“It most definitely will be. I promise.” He stepped back toward me with a heated look in his eyes. “Now, where was I?”
> He lifted me onto the bed and quickly followed, and my body instantly responded as he started tracing his fingers down my stomach to my panties. I lifted my hips to encourage him to slide them down, but he didn’t. Instead, he trailed kisses down my body and ran them from hip to hip along my panty line before kissing his way back up my body.
He cupped my face in his hands. “I’ve touched.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I’ve kissed.” I held my breath as I watched him sit back on his heels between my legs. “I’d like to taste.” He slid my panties down, revealing my bare sex. “Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting this,” he stammered with an unsteady voice as he drew his finger down my smooth mound. “I don’t remember you being completely bare from the bath, but I really like it.”
“Oh. My. God,” I gasped as his fingers brushed down through my folds, causing me to grab the sheets beneath me as his finger brushed over my clit.
“I love how you react to a simple touch.” He kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of my hip that led to where I wanted his lips. His mouth moved ever so slowly toward my sex, which was driving me mad, but he wanted that. “You’re ticklish right here,” he smirked. “I can feel your body starting to writhe in anticipation.”
The only orgasms I had experienced in the last several months were from the occasional self-serve “rubbing of the pearl” when the mood hit me, which to be completely honest wasn’t very often . . . if at all. I had thought my sex drive was on hiatus—oh, how I was mistaken. Our previous make-out sessions were incredible, and a little flicker of my libido had sparked because of him. But now, lying completely naked in front of him for the first time, it had turned it into a full-out four-alarm fire.
“Please, Blake,” I mumbled as I felt the heat of his mouth blaze hot across my sensitive skin. He placed a wet kiss at the top of my folds and then his tongue ran up the length, finally connecting with my overly sensitive clit. My hips shot up as he alternated between kisses and licks which were driving me mad. I let out a whimper when not one, but two, fingers entered me. “God, you feel incredible wrapped tight around my fingers. I can only imagine how you’ll feel wrapped around my cock.”
The feeling of his fingers working in and out of me, the sensation of his lips moving against my clit as he spoke, and the words that came out of his mouth were the winning combination to push me right over the edge. “Oh shit, Blake . . .”
My orgasm hit me so hard and fast, it was embarrassing. I let the waves crash over me as I felt his fingers slow down. Soft kisses brought me out of my post-orgasm haze. I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me with a look of triumph on his face. “Yeah, I know.” I was a bit embarrassed. “I’m quick and easy.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You were just ready and willing, which made my job simple.”
“My turn.” I pushed him to his back effortlessly and began skimming my fingers lightly across the band of his boxer briefs. I felt his abs tighten at the contact. “You’re overdressed.” I smiled as my fingers lightly tickled down his “happy trail,” making him squirm before they quickly found their destination.
The room was quiet except for the swift intake of Blake’s breath as I ran my hand down the underside of his shaft. He was hard, thick, and ready. I felt him twitch under the smooth skin surrounding his shaft as I ran my fingers lightly back up. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I gave a light tug, pulling his skin up over the belled tip. A deep groan escaped his throat in response, and it only encouraged me to continue. The sounds he made were because of me, and I wanted more of them.
I sat up and released him from the constraint of his boxers. The moment his heavy shaft released and slapped against his stomach was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Just the sight of it was sexy, let alone the sound of it hitting his toned stomach. I could guarantee that moment would be forever seared into my brain. His cock was smooth and perfectly shaped—thick and long, but not intimidating, and the subtle curve of it made my sex clench. He had a slight dusting of hair but definitely kept the grounds manicured. Hot damn.
He was studying my reaction when I finally looked up at him. “Everything okay?” he asked as if he didn’t already know.
“That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I want to put these back on and watch it again,” I sighed, holding his boxer briefs on the tip of my finger. “When your cock hit your abs, I just about had another orgasm.” It was official: my filter had disappeared and was replaced with words I would have never expected to leave my mouth . . . ever. I was never one to talk dirty during foreplay, or sex for that matter, but he brought out a side of me I never knew existed . . . and I liked it.
I tossed his boxer briefs on the floor. Feeling brave, I straddled his legs and leaned forward, placing my tongue at the base of his length and licked all the way to the swollen tip. Never losing eye contact, I continued licking my way up his stomach and did a quick figure eight round both of his nipples before sealing our mouths together.
Instinctively, I began to rub myself against his erection, which made Blake break away. “Not tonight, sunshine,” he cautioned. Well shit.
I slid back down his body and straddled his left leg so I could find the friction I desperately needed . . . again. Taking him in my hand, I firmly squeezed the root and swirled my tongue around the tip before taking him fully into my mouth.
A new song began to play on the sound system, causing me to raise a brow at Blake, to which he gave a devilish grin, looking at me with my lips wrapped around him. “Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing” by Collide started thumping, which boosted my courage. I let the music drive me as I rubbed my clit against his leg and popped my mouth off the tip. After gathering more saliva in my mouth, I took Blake all the way back to my throat, taking pleasure in the sounds coming from him.
Pulling back with more suction, I carefully cupped his sack with my other hand and started tickling his balls with my fingers. I could tell he was getting close and could feel him starting to tense up. “I can’t hold on much longer, Victoria,” he grunted as he tried to pull out of my mouth. I was having none of that. Continuing my assault, I ground down on his leg faster as I felt his sack start to tighten; I wasn’t about to let him go it alone.
“Oh shit . . . I’m . . . ahh . . . fuck . . . Victoria!” His words flooded my ears just as I felt the warm saltiness of his release hit my tongue. I ground my hips hard one last time and felt my own release take over, causing me to let out a hum against his cock.
“I think you just tried to kill me with your mouth,” he quipped before gently lifting me back up his body. He kissed me tenderly, and he ran his tongue along my bottom lip to coax my mouth open. I hesitated because the taste of him was still present in my mouth, but it didn’t seem to bother him, and that was a major turn-on.
I instinctively straddled his hips again and slowly rocked against his semi-hard length.
“Not tonight,” he warned, as I lay on top of him.
“But—” Before I could continue, he rolled us both over and was now on top of me. His arms were resting on either side of my shoulders as he slowly leaned down to kiss me. He took his time kissing me, and I could feel the emotion in what he was doing change. Then it hit me. This was it—I was going to have sex with someone other than Noah for the first time in my life. Yes, Blake and I had only been together for a few months, but it felt right . . . this moment was right.
I had given my virginity to Noah, and a part of me hurt inside knowing that. He didn’t deserve to have it; I wanted it back. But how was I supposed to know then what I know now? Life was cruel, and what he did to me was unforgivable.
“It’s okay,” I heard Blake say after he broke our kiss. “I want to make love to you, Victoria—I truly do—but only if you’re ready and only if you’re ready to move on from your past . . . and on to the future with me.”
“I am.” I didn’t hesitate. Noah had moved on long before I was aware of him doing so, and he didn’t seem to have a problem doing it. I had finall
y accepted that it was all right for me to move on and find happiness with someone, and Blake was that someone. “I’m more than ready.” I opened my legs to him.
“You’re sure?” he asked cautiously. “I don’t want you to regret your decision. I’m in no hurry.”
“I haven’t been more positive of anything else in my life. I want to know what it feels like to belong to you, Blake. Make me yours.”
“I plan to.” He leaned over to the bedside table drawer.
“Stop. You don’t need to wear a condom. I was on the pill until this all happened, and now I’m in chemo-induced menopause. I have only slept with one other person in my life, and I got tested right after I found out about his betrayal. I’m clean and okay with not using protection—that is, if you’re comfortable with it.”
“I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time and have always used protection. But if you’re okay with it, I’d like our first time together to be without barriers.”
“I don’t want it any other way.” I snaked my hands up his sides. “No more talking. Only doing.”
Blake moved his hand down to make sure I was ready for him, and there was no mistaking that I was. He sat back and rubbed himself through the wetness he was responsible for. The feeling of his thick head rubbing against my sensitive nerves made my blood pump faster, and I was never more ready to be claimed by someone in my life. Bring it on, Dr. McHottie.
“Excuse me?” he asked as he was lined up and ready to enter me.
“Dammit! I need to stop thinking out loud.”
“Dr. McHottie, huh?” he snickered.
“Yep. Dr. McHottie. But right now I’d really like it if Dr. McHottie would do the McNaughty with me instead of talking.”
And with that, Blake slowly began to inch his way inside of me. He was thicker than I was used to, or maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex for several months, but the burn and stretch was mind-blowing. I watched him as he looked down to see his length sinking further and further into me. Damn, that’s hot.
