by Tasha Blue
She grew sober, her face an inch from his. “I love you, too.” It came out before she could stop herself. It was way too soon, but it felt right. She needed to accept his feelings and convey her own.
In response to her confession, the male beast in him lashed out fully. His breaths were deep and steady, fingers trailing into her long dark hair. He pulled back on it, making her expose the front of her neck to his probing hungry lips. She yelped in surprise, tingles spreading across her skin as he softly brushed her erogenous area. He teased her, licking softly while building up the suspense. She was helpless in his grip, unable to control the situation. She didn’t even care.
When she couldn’t stand it any longer, he bit her playfully, sending her body into wanton convulsions. He zapped her with his electricity of passion, turning her on in such delightful places.
He quickly maneuvered behind her, spooning her on the couch in his arms. He drank in the sweet smell of her hair, brushing it aside to expose the back of her neck. With one hand he rubbed her shoulder, his fingers probing towards her breasts tortuously. She couldn’t deny the heightening sensation, her nipples already hardened in anticipation of his touch. His mouth played with her, sucking and biting as she closed her eyes from the pure ecstasy. She felt every little sensation, begging for more. She reached her hand behind her, searching hungrily for him. Her fingers brushed his pant leg, the soft material allowing an easy advance northward. She trailed up his leg until she found what she was looking for.
His body stiffened, realizing her touch almost instantly. His hardness felt hot in her hand, threatening to burst through the seams of his clothes. Pressing himself against her grip, she provoked the consuming elation that chained him down to her. “God,” he released such eager sounds. His fingertips passed the protection of her push-up bra, delving until they found gold. He circled around her pleasure, playing with her want until finally delivering.
She threw her head back, her fingers pushing hard against his raging erection. “Mhhh,” She moaned, letting the cry audibly escape her lips. Her face knit together, expressions strewn with pure bliss.
His thrusts became more persistent until he shoved her hand out of the way and pushed himself against her luscious bottom. Her red dress came up, exposing the bright red thong caressing plump perfect cheeks. Excitement drove through her, playing lustful arpeggios with sharp pangs of desire. As their bodies ground together rhythmically, he curled over yanking at her dress.
“Remove it please.” His voice was thick, fever once again ravaging his sea blue gaze.
Lifting the bulk of his muscled body away from her, he gave her room to remove the articles of clothing. She quickly obliged, ripping off the dress until she lay bare in her lingerie.
“How is this fair,” she murmured while turning to face him. She slid her fingers to his shirt and tugged on it to convey her wishes. “How come I have to take everything off?” She gave him a little smile, pulling up on his shirt.
He kissed her in-between the moments his shirt went over his head. He couldn’t get enough. His breathing was ragged and irregular, his heart pounding hard in his chest. Sliding his pants off, he tossed them along with her dress on the floor. Wrapping a large muscled arm around her small frail body, he stared into her eyes. All he did was look and relish the connection between the two, feeling the air thicken around them. She noticed how intense his gaze was. And then he was on her, kissing butterfly kisses down her neck, inching his way south. With her head light from the alcohol, suddenly nothing else mattered. Time was no longer of essence.
When his mouth found its way to her bra, she didn’t think about anything except erotic build whip-lashing through her body. She was pretty sure she heard her bra snap as he ripped it forcefully from her like a brazen bull. The cup of his desires had overflown beyond a reasonable point of control. Then the final acts of their upcoming union commenced. His tongue found the hand to pull his body closer. She wanted him to feel the same sweet rapture tunneling through her body. She dug her fingers into his broad muscled back as he leaned to her beckoning. Satisfaction flashed through his eyes, but she couldn’t see it.
His tongue played with her, flicking back and forth now until her sex moistened and sweat beaded her brow. He enveloped her fully, suckling with perfect pressure. God she wanted more. She wanted to touch herself, to release the cacophony of pleasure in her body. When he was dually satisfied, he lowered his head, shifting down the couch. The mystery of his next move thrilled her to no end. He kissed down her breasts, the small hair on her body standing on end. He slowly made his way down, licking her stomach softly while reveling in the taste. Dear God her head cried, astonishingly feeling his lips trail lower. Her entire frame stiffened with anticipation. But he didn’t stop.
The only part of him she could reach for was his thick luscious hair. She curled her fingers in it as his hands stroked her thighs. His index finger brushed the inside of her knee, and then slid up the inside of her thigh, his kisses following the imaginary line. Making his way to his mark, he softly stroked her wetness after removing her panties. Small pangs of hunger made her swell until she wanted to burst. His fingertip rubbed up and down the outside of her sex, stimulating her clit until she could barely stand it. Up and down making her legs tremble, she cried out from the sweet pain. There was nothing like the first initial touches, because there had been nothing previously to compare them to. They were perfection.
Wickedly he groaned, and then replaced his probing finger with his moist strong tongue.
Everything seemed to explode around her. She pressed against his mouth harder out of eagerness. It wasn’t enough. In response to her body language he pushed down harder on her, rhythmically circling, stroking and teasing. With each gasp he intensified the pressure until she pulled his head away from her. She throbbed, needing him inside her. She wanted him. She wanted him to fill her fully. It was nothing but a tease.
“I want you.” She whispered. He rose to look at her, removing his underwear in the process. He crouched over her bare and shameless. His erection rose prominently from his body as she reached out her hand to touch it. He winced, closing his eyes and bowing his head downwards. She stroked him up and down his length.
Rising to a sitting position, she bumped noses with him, kissing him gently. “Oops.” She apologized, swinging around behind him.
“What are you…?” Turning around he began to question her until she shoved him on his back.
But he didn’t protest her bold move. His eyes were too filled with greed. She mounted him, exposing herself for him to see. Her breasts were in perfect arm’s length as she pushed aside the messy hair in her face. She angled her pelvis over him, holding tight with her thick strong thighs. When she was positioned just right, she slid herself onto him, feeling his length penetrate deeply. They both gasped in synchronicity at the mind-blowing shock of first initial contact.
She felt his hands roughly grab her ass as she pressed firmly on him, letting all of him delve within her. Her insides throbbed desperately. She fit him perfectly. Rocking her hips back and forth, she took control, catching her breath from the overwhelming twinge pummeling through her. Wet, smooth and utterly perfect, she rode him back and forth as she climaxed. Her body didn’t want to wait. The intensity of them both built until she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer. She didn’t want it to be over yet. She wanted to put off the orgasm and prolong the build, but she had gone past the line of no return. Whether she stopped or not, it was coming.
So she dug her nails into his arms, grinding hard on the sweet spot. Sweat, the scent of hormones, and moans filled the room as they both entered the gates together. Their skin slick together, she pushed one last time, feeling the tightness break free, and orgasmic convulsions shoot across her body. Her head swam as she felt his body tense. She throbbed excruciatingly again and again until nothing else existed but pure rapture. She felt him empty as he squeezed her hard, joining her quickly in their union.
When
the sensations lessened, and the peaceful feeling returned to her body, she lay down on her stomach, staring into his eyes. His arms came around her and he smiled, in that moment neither of their felt their lives had ever been so pure and perfect. She knew deep in her heart that from him there would be no return.
Chapter7
Amber sat once more in the hospital that almost seemed to be a permanent home. In her hand was a letter that was neatly written. Her heart trembled, her fingers quivered and she was afraid to see what it had to say.
It had been a few months since Charles had been brutally honest with her and in those months a dread built in her stomach. She feared time, because eventually she knew it would take him from her. And she loathed hope, because sometimes it was a teasing reprieve to the inevitable. She wasn’t sure exactly what the situation was, but she knew he was in surgery. He didn’t have a chance to contact her, but he had a letter personally delivered to her doorstep a few hours back. She hadn’t opened it yet. But for Charles, not contacting her over the phone was a bad sign.
Sasha sat next to her, holding her hand out. “Come on, girl.” She encouraged with a mothering air. “It’s my turn to read the letter.”
Amber shook her head. “I’m so scared. I want to know but I don’t.” She buried her face in her hands and reluctantly handed her friend the piece of paper.
Melanie sat beside her as well, each friend on one side of her. Sasha opened the envelope, cleared her throat, and read aloud.
To the Love of My Life, Amber:
If you are reading this letter, it is because there are things about myself I want you to know. I want you to know that I love you with every fiber of my being. As the days have gone by, my love, just thinking about you sends warmth to my troubled heart. It is because of you that I will continue to fight…and I will succeed.
I am not writing this to you because I am dying. I am writing this because I am living. The next time you see me, I will have a new pair of lungs. This was my hope letter. I have kept it written in hopes that I might see to the delivery of it. Thank God it has happened.
I am not perfect, but I will try to be for you. I left Liv and have filed for a divorce. I cannot keep this up any longer. It isn’t fair to the both of us. So the hours I am left in surgery, please consider one thing before I wake. I will be looking for the answer as soon as I see you. And just in case the surgery doesn’t end well, I just need you to know that I would’ve asked you this.
Amber Baptiste, may I ask for your hand in marriage…to love you forever and devote myself fully to you?
-Charles
That was the end. Sasha’s eyes were moist as she noted the tender handwriting.
Melanie wrinkled her nose. “Ewwww did he just propose to you?”
Both women nodded in return.
Questioningly, Sasha looked up at Amber. “And…?” Curiosity riddled her face. “What are you going to say?” She nudged her friend, happiness written all over her.
“You better fucking say yes because he drives a Lamborghini for crying out loud,” Melanie almost shouted, then noticed the others in the room staring at her. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll shut up now.”
“It’s too soon.” Amber half asked, knowing she wanted to accept his proposal. But what would everyone think if she said yes to a man she had known for a few months?
Sasha in turn voiced up. “Life happens too soon.” She said, taking her hand. “If you know you love him, then enjoy the time you have with him, because you don’t know when life will stop dealing second chances. I speak from experience.” She smiled warmly.
Hours later, after careful consideration, Amber was allowed to visit Charles. He was hooked up to IV and half awake, but he was alive. Her feelings overwhelmed her as they locked eyes. She walked from the doorway to his bed, and took his hand. She whispered one single word as he stared up groggily and expectantly.
“Yes.” She beamed, kissing his cold hand. “A thousand times, yes.”
He smiled, registering her reply. His gaze exuded such tenderness that it touched her heart, making her feel butterflies of happiness.
“I’m glad.” He whispered hoarsely from the tubes in his nose. Then he drifted off, the morphine carrying him to a place where she could no longer reach him. But that was okay, because soon he would be hers…all hers.
She kissed his hand and stroked his thick brown hair. How she had gotten so lucky, there was no telling. But it happened, and she wouldn’t question it. The days wore on and Charles grew stronger, his body acclimated to the surgery quite well. Amber visited him every day to check up on him. In a matter of weeks, he was released from the hospital. His body was weak and frail but that didn’t matter. It didn’t take him long to hit the gym once he was given permission.
Chapter8
The horizon was nothing but an exquisite collage of colors. Bright sea green waters met the sky, forming a barrier line across the horizon. But neither heaven nor sea gave way to one another. They simply coexisted in peace and harmony, respecting the boundaries between each other.
Amber sighed while leaning against the railing of the Silver Herring. Her world was such a wondrous place and her heart seemed to dance with happiness. Just staring out across the beautiful distance made her ache to touch the heavens with her own paintbrush and discover the true meaning behind their depths.
Salt filled the air, sticking to her dark hair and skin. She had let it fly free, dangling to her thin waist. With every tug of the wind, it flapped rebelliously against her face. She didn’t seem to care. For her heart had never felt freer than it did now.
Charles walked up behind her, sneaking up as he always did. She jumped as his arms came around her, shattering the mesmerizing day dream that enshrouded her.
“Jesus,” she hissed, glaring at the handsome male behind her. But before she could make him feel guilty for startling her, he began to plant soft kisses on her bare shoulders.
He knew what he was doing, all too well. His hands came to the side of her arms, holding them gently in his large palms.
His body was growing stronger. She could feel it in his grip. It had been a couple months since his surgery. She didn’t miss seeing him in the hospital bed with tubes and lines hooked up everywhere.
However, he wasn’t a complainer. The entire time he lay there, she didn’t hear him once groan about anything. Of course he made it rather difficult to dote on him as he gave her no leeway in the matter.
Charles was self-sufficient and accustomed to taking care of himself. The nurses even had to fight him to let them put his IV in; otherwise, he would’ve done it himself. But he refused any kind of unnecessary medication, including pain killers. She remembered trying to get him to take the morphine, but he looked her straight in the eye and rejected it. “No,” he had said. “I don’t need it.” His tone was sound and final so she had let it go.
Amber was learning she had to let many things go with him. He was stubborn and used to getting what he wanted. But besides the spoiled portion of him, she saw the natural born leader coursing through his veins. It was evident in the way he talked and carried himself. Even the situations he got into gave way to the alpha within him. And because of that she was smitten…utterly smitten.
Coming back to the present, she posed the question that had been on her mind for the last hour. “Babe,” she felt awkward calling him that, but figured she’d get used to it. “How long will we be out here?”
Rocking her softly back and forth he replied, “Until you want to go back home. We can stay for a while if you want.”
She nodded, casting her eye on the grand yacht. He had only recently begun to dote on her, fulfilling her heart’s desires until she ran out of ideas for things. This was her favorite. She loved the water, the salty air, and nature’s wide variety of color. It was very inspirational for her paintings. Too bad she didn’t have her easel with her, or she would’ve painted the outlying scene, adding her own fantasy flare to liven it up.
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sp; Spinning around in his dominant embrace, she faced him. His aqua button-up shirt flapped open, revealing a large scar marring a once perfect chest. But it still looked of marble, smooth and solid despite the months of healing.
She pressed her body up to him, her exotic dark skin almost shimmering in the sunlight. She flattered the gold strapless bikini she wore, her perky breasts uplifted towards the heavens.
The closeness of his hard body enticed her sexuality, causing the lioness in her to awaken. She reached up in response to the call, rising on tiptoes to bite his lower lip. Nibbling softly, she giggled, kissing him playfully again and again.
Patiently waiting to speak, and soaking in the affection, he posed the question. “Are you quite done?” he mused, a spark of mischief engulfing his eyes. He was looking down upon her, his heart beating harder to love’s persuasive vibrations. It was something he had given in to a little while ago. Now he just went with the flow.
“I’ll probably never be done,” she said softly, her breath hot on his skin. As she breathed in, his cologne filled her nose, drowning her in latent temptation. The entire moment would’ve been perfect if it hadn’t been interrupted by one of the crew members. Yes, Charles had his own staff to run things. The size of his boat was too enormous for one person to man alone.
