Forty Shades of Pearl (Part One of The Pearl Trilogy)

by Arianne Richmonde

  “Now you’re free,” I say.

  “Take off that bra. I want you naked. Naked the way you were at Cap d’Antibes. Let me see those pearly breasts that are trapped inside.”

  I unhook my bra and throw it across the floor but carry on with my dance. I can’t stop, the music is making me feel very sensual. Future wife….oh yes!

  “Be still,” he beckons with an intense look on his face. He steadies my moving hips and pulls me to him. “Lie beside me.”

  I lie down at his side so we are facing each other. He is motionless – just gazing at me. He strokes my hair and lays his long fingers on my shoulders, fondling me softly, studying my face.

  “You’re unique, Pearl. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

  I say nothing, just watch his expression.

  “I want to marry you. To start a family. Is that what you want, too?”

  I nod. My heart is beating so loudly he must be able to hear it.

  He draws me close to him, pulling me into his arms, hugging me tightly, and plants small, whispery kisses on my neck and shoulders which send shivers all over me. He smoothes my wild hair away from my forehead and traces his finger along my eyebrow, my nose. I curl my arm around him and stroke the small of his back, tracing my nails lightly on his coccyx and on the cheek of his butt. I edge up closer to him. His breath is coming in long, slow sighs. Sighs of contentment, of feeling at peace.

  His fingers are stroking my inner thigh with such a light touch I can hardly feel them and then they tap on my Venus as lightly as the heartbeat of a bird. Tap, tap, tap.

  “A little spanking,” he says with an ironic smile. “For being so wayward – for escaping from me.”

  I edge up the bed higher so his erection is resting at my entrance and I sense the head there, soft yet hard. I clench my inner muscles into mini contractions, needing him, wanting him – I know he can hear my desire through the pattern of my breath.

  He eases himself into me, stretching me open and I cry out in surprise. He feels huge.

  “So wet,” he whispers, pulling himself back out so he is only an inch inside me. He stills, doesn’t move again.

  I use his biceps as leverage to move myself in little circles so he is rimming me. I have this carnal need within me but the look on his face is about love, tranquility. I keep moving, his tip is soft on my clit, then my entrance, all the nerve endings – the nexus of pleasure connecting my entire body – are alive with hot desire. He kisses me softly, parting my mouth with his tongue. He flexes his hips towards me which makes him enter another inch. I hold the pulse between my legs. He is still gazing at me.

  He narrows his eyes slightly, and says, “Will. You. Marry. Me. Pearl?” When he says each word he gives tiny punctuation thrusts which are like mountains moving inside me. I grab his butt and pull him deep into me so he is close. He stills and I can feel his throbbing. Something about his heartfelt words bring on a rush of pleasure, fireworks inside me, the waves of bliss roll through me, the unexpected orgasm upon me now in flashes of white stars. Intense. Sublime.

  I cry out, “Yes, oh yes.”

  He juts his hips forward and I feel his release, filling me. He holds me tighter, closer. “Yes, what, Pearl? What are you saying yes to?”

  “Yes, Alexandre. I will marry you.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” and he kisses me again.

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