by Diana Nixon
I shook my head slightly. “Never mind,” I said. “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”
“It doesn’t. But your worries do matter to me.” He sighed, touching the corner of my lip with his thumb. “None of the women I have been with were you, and they never will be. Because you are the only one I want to be with… Today, tomorrow, always.”
“Then take off the mask. Let me look into your eyes, let me see the emotions crossing your face.”
Please, just give me this one thing I am asking for…
“I can’t, Louise. God knows it would be a mistake to let you see me now. So please, just let us live in the moment — this very moment of you and me, in each other’s arms.”
“Okay,” was the only thing I could say in response. Faces didn’t matter now, neither did his past, or mine for that matter; right then and there it was good enough to just feel each other; nothing could be compared to the feeling of our hearts beating as one. We were tuned so perfectly to each other.
I sat up, and reached for Will’s shirt, unbuttoning it. I didn’t dare to look up at him, though I knew his eyes were following my every move. I ran my palm across his naked chest, eyes admiring the beauty of the man’s body. God, I wanted it nowhere else but pressed hard against me. When I leaned forward and touched his perfectly-toned chest with my lips, he groaned aloud. My hands slid deeper under his shirt and pushed it and the tux off of his shoulders; my lips leaving small kisses on his chest.
The presence of the mask on his face was still bothering me a little, but I tried to not think about it. After all, it added even more mystery to everything we were doing.
Cupping my face in his hands, Will bent down and kissed me deeply, hungrily, putting all the need that he felt into that one kiss. He kissed my jaw, my neckline, and then moved down my chest and my belly, and to my inner thighs, biting the softness of the skin lightly. My hands grabbed the edge of the table for support. The closer his lips moved to the most sensitive part of my body, the more anxious I became.
I was almost vibrating, dying to feel him kissing me there — right where the sweetest of pains was getting almost impossible to stand.
As if hearing my thoughts, he drove his tongue inside me, pressing his thumb to my clit.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting the deliciously exciting sensations take over me. Plundering me with his tongue, he grabbed my hips, making the skin around his touch redden. It was a view to die for, I didn’t want to miss a second of it.
If only I could take pictures of it…
“Do you have your camera?” I asked, barely forming my words into an intelligible question.
He giggled into my sex. “I do. Why?”
“I want to take a few pictures. Can I?”
“Only if you let me take pictures of you as well.”
“I don’t mind.”
He rose to his feet, still holding his thumb against my clit and circling it lightly.
“You make the dirtiest of my fantasies come to life, Louise.” He kissed my lips softly, and went to his room, returning no more than a minute later, with a camera in his hands.
He gave it to me, smiling in amusement. “What are you going to do with the pictures you take?”
I smirked, trying to figure out how the camera worked.
“Get back to your ‘mouth work’. I’ll tell you later.”
He laughed, moving one of the candles closer to where I was sitting, apparently to give me better illumination for my photo session.
I looked up at him and once again, I caught myself regretting the inability to have a closer look at his face, and especially his eyes. The shadows created by the candle light were dancing on his skin, and I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his body again.
“Take your trousers off,” I said, fixing the camera on his chest.
“Are you sure you want to take such a… Close picture of me?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
He laughed again, very quiet this time, but did just exactly what I told him to do.
I lost my ability to speak for a moment. Well, hell… Of course, I knew he would be perfect there too, but I could have imagined the view of his arousal, all ready and waiting would turn me on even more than his lips and hands did.
“See something you like?” He asked in that sexy, self-satisfied manner of his.
“Well, it’s definitely… Bigger than I expected.”
“Scared?”
“Not even a little bit.”
He bit his lower lip, leaning closer. “But you should be.”
Unintentionally, my finger pressed the red button on the camera, the flash illuminating the space around us. I looked down at the shot and gasped — it showed just exactly what I wanted and needed now — our bodies touching in the most sensual way, just as if they were about to connect.
“Nice shot,” Will said, turning the camera so he could see better. “I’ll make it a wallpaper on my laptop.”
I laughed. “And I will print it, and frame it to have it on my bedside table.”
“Enough talking.”
He smiled devilishly down at me and sank back to his knees, sucking me without warning. I gasped for air. Oh, the man obviously knew how to use his mouth.
I turned the camera to where he was kissing me…
Click.
His hand, grabbing my hip… Another click.
His fingers plunging inside me… Click.
His lips on my hip… One more click.
His mouth on my belly… Click.
His lips around my nipple… Click.
His cock pressed against me again…
Click… Click… Click.
“I think it’s enough pictures for now.” Will took the camera out of my hands and put in on the table next to me. Then he wrapped my legs around him, and put my hands around his neck. “Hold on, Baby. I am gonna take you for a ride.” He raised me from the table and took me to the bedroom. Only this time, it was his bedroom, not mine.
Carefully, he lowered me on the bed, spreading my legs and positioning himself in between them. Reaching for his bedside table, he took a condom and quickly ripped open the package, pulling it out, and rolling it on.
“I want you to remember this moment forever,” he whispered against my lips, before capturing them with his.
He was so warm, hard in just the right places, and so tender; I could have never imagined that a man who was so strong could be so careful and gentle in everything he did.
I knew the inevitable was coming; I had been looking for this moment for so long, and suddenly, I didn’t know if I could handle it…
Not that Will gave me a chance to change my mind. He started to push in, achingly slow, watching me closely, drinking in every small emotion that crossed my face. Ugh, it was so unfair. I wish I could see him too, for real, and not just a mask, hiding his face from me.
The next second, he was all inside me, rock hard and unstoppable, breaking through the thin wall of my virginity, making shivers run up and down my back. My body ached for him.
“God, you feel so good, Louise, so tight, wet, and welcoming.” His voice was barely audible, as if he could hardly make himself speak, drunk by the closeness of our bodies moving as one.
There was nothing but him for me now; my world had reduced to the here and now, with the most wanted and gorgeous man in the world making love to me. I had no doubt that what we were doing was considered love. It couldn’t be described better with any other word. They all just seemed too pale to properly color the sensations radiating between us.
His every stroke rubbed firmly against me, with the heat of his lower body skin and hips pressed to my thighs. The moves grew faster, harder, deeper. The kisses became more urgent, more frantic. Neither of us had any control over the moment. We just let it take us away; away from everything but the sounds of our rapid breathing and the music of our hearts singing to each other.
With my hands scratching his shoulders poss
essively, I gave in to the most irresistible temptation ever. I could have never imagined that sex would be so connecting. It felt like even our souls were one now. I didn’t know where I ended and he began, it just all felt like one deep sea of pleasure and bliss splashing inside and around us, filling every small part of our bodies and minds, mingling our desires and needs in one perfect connection.
I felt like I was walking off the edge of a cliff. One step forward, and I no longer belonged to myself. Will possessed not just my body, he possessed every thought crossing mind, every breath I took. He kissed me like it was the last time he would ever be with me again. His teeth sank into my neck, but it was not painful, it was actually too pleasant to say no. He sped up a little, making my breasts bounce with his every thrust.
“You’ve always been too much, Louise,” he said, his breath hot against my shoulder’s skin. “I can’t get enough of being with you, inside you in particular. I can’t get enough of kissing you, of studying your perfect curves. And I can’t stop… I just can’t.” He moved in and out of me, with slow, careful thrusts, as if he wanted to prolong the moment, but was not really patient enough to do so.
“Then don’t stop,” I said, arching my hips to meet his hips and feel the force of his moves.
“Remember that later. You are the one who told me to not stop…”
In the blink of an eye, I was on my knees with my back pressed hard against Will’s body, with his length pushing inside me, urgently, roughly. But I didn’t mind it, at all. Because right then and there, I couldn’t get enough of him either, of everything he was doing to me. And I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted more…
He let out another delicious grunt and I saw something fall to the sheet, right next to me.
The mask…
He took it off when I could no longer see his face. I smiled to myself. There was no more secrecy standing between us. It made everything even more amazing, even more overwhelming.
I reached one hand back and wrapped it around Will’s neck, bringing his face closer to mine.
“You will be the death of me, Louise,” he said, thrusting even harder inside me.
With one hand wrapped firmly around my waist, he moved his other hand down my side, my thigh, and to where we were connected, caressing my lips and clit with his fingers.
“If only you could see yourself now — so lost in the moment, so sexy, so fucking beautiful.” His words sounded like an echo in my head, bringing me even closer to the end of something that I could have never imagined being so unbelievably fascinating, and exceptional.
And then, I felt it… Building somewhere in the depths of my mind, an aching need rolled down my back and right to my sex, exploding like fireworks in the night sky, with millions of colors and emotions taking my breath away and making me shatter from the climax, running through my entire body.
“Oh, yes, this is how I wanted you to come, hard and all over me,” Will said, giving me a few more deep thrusts. His body became rigid, for no longer than a few seconds, and then, I heard him coming with a low groan, trembling slightly against me, joining me in the moment of endless euphoria taking us to the highest of heights, where no masks or secrets mattered.
He let me go, and quickly turned around, sat on the bed with his feet on the floor, and his fingers digging into the satin sheets.
I sighed, laying down. It was so hard to get back to reality. I didn’t want it to break into our perfect world. I was still too lost to think straight, but then I turned to my left and saw it… Will’s mask was still lying next to me. I took it into my hands and threw it across the room with all the hate I felt for the thing at the moment.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, turning his head just a little, still breathing heavily.
“You did not.” I sat up and moved closer to him, wrapping my legs and hands around him. “I’ve never felt better than I do right now,” I said, pressing my cheek to his back. “And don’t you dare to say that you regret what has just happened between us.”
His shoulders relaxed a little. He took one of my hands in his and brought it to his lips, kissing my fingers, one by one. “How could I? You have just made me the happiest man in the world. I would never call this moment a mistake. It was amazing, shattering and … so disarming. How am I supposed to keep lying to you, especially now, that we are so close?”
Inhaling deeply, I placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, saying, “I don’t care about your secrets anymore. I just want to be with you, with or without a mask.”
I could hear him smiling. “You are so young, yet so brave, Louise. I still can’t believe you let me make you mine.”
“There’s no one else I would rather belong to…”
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do. Always.”
“You said I could take a few pictures of you… Can I take them now?”
“Shall I close my eyes?”
“Yes, please.”
I kissed his shoulder one more time and leaned back, moving up to the pillows above my head.
“How do you want me to pose?”
“Just don’t move.”
“Okay.”
I waited for him to bring the camera, but no matter how strong the desire to open my eyes was, I kept my promise and stayed still, with the images of what we had just been doing flashing behind my closed eyes.
It was nothing but a photo shoot that I did. Hovering over me, Will took pictures, kissing me here and there, rubbing his body against mine, licking and sucking my skin, and then taking more pictures of everything he was doing, and of our bodies touching.
“I want you, again…” he said after some time.
I smiled. “You don’t need to ask for permission.”
“I want it to be different this time…”
“How different?”
He didn’t reply, and I wondered if he was going to finally let me see him.
“Do you still trust me?”
“I do,” I said without hesitation.
“I want it to be like this now,” he whispered, diving deep inside me.
I gasped at his unexpected move. He was not protected, and neither was I…
Skin to skin, flesh to flesh. It was different, in so many ways; even more exciting, even more connecting…
“Just keep your eyes closed,” he whispered, holding me by the wrists, with my hands pinned above my head.
“I will,” I said in response, meeting his hungry moves eagerly. I didn’t care how far it could all go, I just wanted him, all for myself, for as long as I could keep him by my side…
Chapter 17
I woke up with a strong feeling that there was something wrong. The room was pitch-black. I couldn’t see anything, and only when I tried to move, did I finally realize what felt so wrong. Well, not exactly wrong…
Will’s hand was wrapped tightly around me, with his other hand laying under my pillow. I swallowed, recalling the hours of love making that proceeded falling asleep, almost senseless. I could already feel that sore pain in my lower body. And oh, God… It felt so freaking amazing.
I smiled to myself, leaning closer to Will’s chest. He didn’t put the mask back, but he didn’t let me see his face either. And now, that the room was so dark, I knew he had closed the curtains to prevent me from waking and looking upon his face while he slept.
All of a sudden, I felt like awakening him, begging him to make love to me again. I didn’t care if I couldn’t walk tomorrow. I could just stay in bed all day.
“Will?” I called quietly. But no response followed.
Disappointed, I carefully removed his hand, got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom, hoping a shower would help me relax enough to get back to sleep.
I stepped into the shower and turned on the water as hot as it could be. Once the water heated all the way I tipped my face up and opened my mouth, allowing the water to fill it and let it flow back out again. Drops of scalding rain ran down my hair and face, to
my shoulders and back, soaking my entire body, rinsing away the sweat and sex from earlier. I still couldn’t believe Will had actually decided to stay. And what was even less believable to me, were the things we had done in his bed just a few hours ago, I just couldn’t fathom that it had really happened, that it was real… After wishing for nothing more than to give myself to him since the moment we met in the dance room nine, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Technically, it was his bed that I needed to leave when everything was over, but I couldn’t… And he didn’t seem to mind me staying.
I could have never imagined that being with a man for the first time could be so wonderful. I could still feel Will all over my body; every inch of me trembled recalling the memories of what he could do to me. He didn’t give me a chance to change my mind about spending the night with him. Even with a mask on his face, he still had so much power over me; it was too damn exciting to stop him or say no. Besides, how could I say no since I wanted to be with him more than I wanted anything else?
“You could have told me you wanted to take a shower,” Will said against my neck. I flinched at the sound of his voice. I was standing with my back to the shower door, and I didn’t hear him me into the bathroom or get into the shower.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I said, feeling his hands travel down my sides.
“The bed was too cold without you,” he said, taking the soap from my hands. “Mind if I help you with that?”
“Not at all.” Oh God, he didn’t know how glad I was just to feel him close to my body again. I remembered the bath foreplay we had the other night, and swallowed hard at the thought of making love to Will right there and then, with water pouring down our bodies like a waterfall.
He pressed his pelvis against my backside, letting me know he wanted the exact same thing at the moment. Wordlessly, I took his hand in mine and moved it slowly to where I needed him most; the muscles of my lower body tensed at the heat of his touch against my skin.
He pushed his hand lower, making my body bow beneath him, bringing us even closer to each other.
“You can’t even imagine how much I want to be inside you again,” he said into my ear. “I would stay there forever if only I could.”
