“I feel the same way.” We went up the elevator and I tried to refrain from putting my hands on her inappropriately.
We were soon all over each other with my hand gripping the inside of her thigh and getting dangerously close to the soaking crotch of her panties. Kissing her was something I never got used to. The passion in the kiss made things clear. The feeling originated below my waist.
“I want to behave myself, but...” I fumbled with my belt and she was the one to finally bring things to a halt.
“We’ve waited this long and a few more seconds shouldn’t be an issue.” We were giddy with anticipation.
We got inside the room and I peeled back the straps of her dress. I followed them down until she was stepping out of the garment.
I was on my knees behind her seeing her revealed in a flattering light. I slapped my hands on her bare ass with the floss of her panties tightly cinched up her crack. She jumped, but she did nothing to quell my enthusiasm.
“I know the bed is right there, but I can’t wait.” I kissed both cheeks and spread her open to see the bright pink of her excitement looking back at me.
“I feel nervous for the first time in a long time. I’m warning you there’s no stopping me once I get started.” I was banking on that statement being true.
Snow wasn’t the same kind of woman I had been intimate with in the past. She was wild and free, but also willing to build the excitement to an unbearable level. I had never been in love, but this feeling coming over me was making me lightheaded.
“I don’t know where to begin.” I followed those words with my hot breath tickling the lips of her sex.
“You’re doing just fine. Don’t second guess yourself.” I slid my tongue down into the valley of her cheeks. I touched briefly on her rosebud making her shiver in place.
“I do believe I can figure this out without the running commentary.” I was only teasing, but I had to be careful not to throw cold water on my parade.
The white sheets were pulled back, but I didn’t want to be predictable. I could barely hold myself together when we were standing side by side. She was giving me the go ahead and I wasn’t about to hold back.
I had taken out my hardware and it was pointing straight at the ceiling. I didn’t even have to touch it. I was afraid that any move to do so would result in a premature release of my excitement.
“I want your tongue and I’m damn well going to have it.” She pressed back and I extended my tongue with my oral spear of persuasion penetrating her interior.
I heard her grunt and the slap of her hands came down on the table in front of her. She began to groan and moan with encouraging sounds of sexual delight. It was like I was blind. I could close my eyes and know what buttons to push to get the desired reaction.
I could feel the vacuum like force of her anticipated climax trying to draw my tongue further inside of her. I was kissing the wet lips of her insatiable need for me. I could feel the bubbling cauldron of my appreciation flowing freely over the helmet of my cock.
I was driving the pointed end of my tongue into her over and over again. I wanted her to know she was in the presence of a consummate lover. I waited until I could see her legs beginning to tremble to my touch.
My philosophy was simple. Give her pleasure and she would return the same thing double in intensity. It was a tried and true method. I had to learn the little things that would make the most difference.
A light nip on the inside of her thigh made her squeal with enthusiasm. The circle of my thumb on her clit had her screaming loud enough to pierce my eardrums.
“Jonathan…Jonathan…ahhhhhhhhhh.” My name was mixed with moans of prolonged pleasure.
I was still on my knees when she turned with fire in her eyes. I knew I had created a woman with a thirst for my body. I was ready for whatever she had in mind.
CHAPTER 22
Snow
The way that he was looking at me with the sexual shine on his lips had to be the most delicious looking thing I had ever seen in my life.
He was still on his knees and I put my high heeled boot against his chest. He unzipped the zipper and pulled it off. He did the exact same thing to the other one.
“In case you’re wondering, I’m going to make your body into my personal wonderland.” The kind of orgasm he gave me required me to reciprocate the pleasure and more. He eagerly scrambled to his feet.
I watched him curiously as he produced a bouquet of white roses from seemingly nowhere. They were my favorite. He was plucking each petal and scattering them on the bed.
I stalked him across the room and pushed him back until he was leaning on his elbows. His cock was rampant. It was hard enough to cut glass and large enough to give me a permanent case of lockjaw. He was not only equipped to mentally deal with me, but he also had the necessary tool for the occasion.
“I think we might be wearing too many clothes.” We stripped quickly until we were in our birthday suits. I got on top of him and used the soaking wet lips of my pussy to warm his pole.
“Snow, I have wanted you for as long as we have known each other.” I knew that, but I had to give him a show of appreciation for keeping it in his pants.
“Let me show you what I will do to make you happy every day of your life.” I grabbed his throbbing erection and gave the head a kiss to mark my territory.
I slithered my tongue like a snake down the length of him and back up the same way. I made it my mission to excite every inch. I opened my mouth and let him find the hot recesses of my throat in one single swallow.
He rose from the bed with his entire body suspended in midair. He was holding my hair with his hands, caressing my scalp. His eyes were wide open and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way that I was inhaling his sausage. The little bit I could taste was enough to force me to go after what was building up inside of him.
My hands were twisting all the way up to the head where my mouth was concentrating on pleasing that part of his anatomy. I had him gripping the sheets with some of those rose petals flying in the air. It was raining white rose petals and landing in the snow white of my hair.
“Your mouth is on fire and feels too damn good to be true.” This wasn’t fantasy, but it was a necessary escape from reality.
I made sure to envelop every inch of his instrument to find the trigger to get one out of the chamber. He was fighting the natural urge and the animal instinct to feel the pleasure flow from his body. I was not going to let him hold back the flood.
“I can’t take much more of this.”
Going down on him made shivers run down my spine. I had this longing ache inside to feel him filling the void between my legs.
I instinctively knew when he was ready and I quickly let him fall from my mouth.
I jumped into his lap with all the air coming out of his lungs on the impact. I held him at the base and waited until I saw the lust filled desire to shoot me full of his cream subside.
I put my finger to his lips to silence any objection. The walls of my hole were rumbling around him. My mouth was open and I began to move my hips slowly at first before picking up speed. I was flying up and down the length of his monument of manhood. The scent of sex permeated the air.
He had his hands on my hips and then he turned me until I was on my back looking up at him. I was pounded hard and relentlessly into the mattress. My legs were straight in the air with my toes pointed at the ceiling. He was causing a chain reaction between my legs.
It started at my toes with a tingling sensation and intensified until I was screaming and scratching his chest with my blood red nails.
The friction of the sheets underneath us came away from the edge of the mattress. We tangled in the sheets with our limbs twisted around each other. I came with a wild flourish of my arms.
His body was shining with the exertion of what he was putting himself through. He had my legs flipped over my head. My feet were at my ears and he was hol
ding me down while riding the crest of my orgasm. I came again and this time it was enough to push him over the edge.
I could feel his eyes on me as I was shaking off the aftershock of my orgasm. It seemed like a cliché for both of us to climax simultaneously. But we did. It was one of those magical moments never to be repeated. It didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life trying.
Jonathan rolled over and held me tight in his arms. I laid comfortably in his nook of this arm, listening to his heart beating.
“I love you Snow.”
Prologue
Snow
“I love you too.” I turned and reached up for a kiss. I could see my past, my present, and my future in his eyes.
“How much do you love me?” I couldn’t help but to tease him.
“Like this much.” Jonathan rolled over to the side table and pulled out a ring box. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“I hope you don’t do this whenever you tell someone you love them.”
“You’re the first, the one and only.” I was still in disbelief. We just made love for the first time, telling each other we love each other. But an engagement?
I knew Jonathan was over the top with his romantic gestures but I couldn’t think of anything else that he could do to top this engagement. I still remembered our second date in Venice, having pizza like he promised after a romantic gondola ride. On our fifth date, he asked me if I felt like having a picnic with him. We ended up in Paris, setting up a picnic in a park with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. We were feeding each other grapes, cheese and wine, making out in public like love sick teenagers. Somehow in the last three months, we had enough discipline to keep our relationship PG-13 so to speak. It was three months of friendship and foreplay all together. It was something that I had never done with any men before him. I could honestly say that he became my best friend, someone I could rely on and someone to call me out on my bullshit.
“I’m in shock.”
He opened the box slowly.
“I’m a little scared too, I never thought I would be doing this.” He pulled out a beautiful solitaire diamond ring with the biggest smile on his face. It was a big and sparkling one, almost blinding.
“Neva Blanche, I have your parents’ blessing. I would be honored if you consent to be my wife.”
I probably looked like I was a deer staring in the headlights. I was absolutely speechless, trying to digest every word he said.
“I know it may seem too soon but Snow, I promise to cherish you, love you, and treat you like the queen you deserve to be for the rest of our lives.”
I looked into his eyes and I was ready to turn a page to a different chapter and I was ready for the rest of our story to unfold.
“I do.” Jonathan leaned in and slipped the ring on my finger. “I’m still utterly speechless.”
With tears in my eyes, I brought his face to mine and gave him a deep long kiss. We were both thrilled but tired all at once. We drifted off to sleep while he held me tight.
***
Two months later, I stood at the 200 year old church with my father by my side. We walked down the aisle. Staring back at me was my Prince Charming - Jonathan. Looking dashing and regal in a black tuxedo. I was wearing a classic white satin dress with a Victorian bodice and a twenty foot long train. I felt like a modern day princess.
There were about two hundred people in attendance, we kept the wedding relatively small and limited to mainly close friends and family. If Jonathan had his way, it would have ballooned to a thousand people wedding. I originally wanted a small fifty people wedding on the beach so we compromised somewhere in the middle.
I could see my maid of honor Lindsay standing next to Jonathan’s best friend Keith who was the best man at the altar. I wondered what kind of trouble Lindsay would get herself into. I saw her incessant teasing and flirting with Keith at the rehearsal dinner. However, she didn’t bring Keith home with her that night. Maybe Lindsay was taking a page from my book. I had never played cupid before, but this could be my chance.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of my Prince, my love, my life.
“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man Jonathan Armstrong and this woman Neva Blanche together in holy matrimony.” The priest began.
My heart was beating out of my chest. My mother was wiping her eyes with my father’s handkerchief, while Jonathan’s father was fighting back his tears and his mother was smiling proudly at us. It was a sweet sight. Jonathan looked confident and proud. I was still surprised with everything that happened in the last six months. I went from blind and heartbroken to a sexually liberated woman helping to take down the mafia queen, and now soon-to-married bride to my billionaire fiancé.
It was time for Jonathan to say his vow. As confident as I thought he looked, I could see his fingers shaking when fumbling with his vow.
“I vow to share myself completely.
I offer all that I am, in hopes that you’ll do the same.
I vow to love you more. After every fight, every laugh, every cry, every win and every loss.
I vow to go anywhere with you.
Most of all, I vow to say yes to you as much as I could.
With this ring I do promise to love you unconditionally and make each tomorrow the best it can be.”
Jon slipped the ring on my finger.
It was my turn. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest, and both of our mothers’ sniffles from where I stood. I was trying my hardest to not cry and focus on delivering my vow. I stood up straight and took a slow deep breath. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked. I could feel his courage transferring to me, finally I began,
“On this day,
I give you my heart,
My promise,
That I will walk with you,
Hand in hand,
Wherever our journey takes us,
Loving, learning, living,
Together,
Forever and Ever.”
I took his ring with “Forever and Ever” inscribed on the inside of it, and slipped it on his finger.
Before I knew it, we exchanged vows and completed the rings exchange.
“By the power vested in me, I pronounced you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Jonathan pulled back the veil, gave me a passionate kiss enough to make me blush in front of family and friends. The crowd cheered on and threw multicolor rose petals at us as we walked out of the church toward the horse drawn carriage.
And as the saying goes, the rest is history.
The End
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Erin
I was always a bit restless after doing something stupid. It wasn’t my fault. I knew it was my decision to test him. My therapist told me there were going to be days like this. I could have blamed it on the liquor. I had overindulged quite a bit meeting with an old friend. I should’ve known that I was tempting disaster. Those yearnings were hard to satiate for any length of time.
I lay there looking at the ceiling afraid to turn and see the mistake staring at me. The sex was explosive with the sheets shredded underneath me as evidence. He did know what he was doing. It was always like that when we got together. Nothing much had to be said before the clothes went flying in all directions. I was thankful I had home-field advantage.
I reveled in the moment, flying on the wings of too many orgasms to count, but it left me empty after. There was no emotional connection. I didn’t want him to be here. I felt trapped.
I was exhausted after 3 hours of marathon mattress tag. Each touch gave me this electrifying feeling making the hairs on the back of my arm stand up.
I could almost hear my grandmother’s voice ringing in my ears.
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