The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  His monster arms are on either side of me and I run my hands up them and nearly fall apart at how firm and big they are. Then I feel another one coming and I arch up and moan like a whore on a Saturday night.

  Who am I?

  This one must’ve been intense because Blake soon follows. His heat fills me and he moans like he never has before, “Fuck me, Rachelle.” He bites his lip as his body tenses and pulses inside me. “Baby, what have you done to me?”

  What have I done to him? What has he done to me?

  Blake

  My body feels like it’s on fire. The way she feels is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I just came like a fire hydrant and I’m hard again already. Slow and deep strokes I make as I press my body to hers.

  We’re totally sweaty, both of us have dripping wet hair and the smell is awesome. Like I never thought in my life I’d find body odor to be something that brings me joy, but our combined smell is making me giddy or something else. Maybe horny is the word I’m searching for.

  I need her like I’ve never needed anything. “Did you like that, baby?” I ask like some seventies' porn star.

  “Um,hm,’ she moans back at me with half closed eyelids. “More, baby.”

  “Oh, you are going to get more. Do not worry about that.” I pull out and flip her over on her knees. Dragging her back to me, she presses her hot ass back, ready for me to take her again.

  As I press my astonishingly erect dick into her equally astonishing wet dream scape I moan as it seems it missed it in there and only wants to be back home where little Blake belongs.

  A deep sigh she makes, and she shocks the shit out of me as she licks her finger and presses it to her clit. I take over for her in that area as I see it as mine to please. “Let me get that for you, baby.”

  I push into her and take my finger and rub it over her swollen as hell clit. We both just came like it was the end of the world and here we are ready to do that all over again.

  Lord, it is good to be young!

  Rachelle

  A tiny ray of sunlight is peeking through the motel curtains and right into my eyes. Strong arms hold me and I think I’m okay with that. Blake and I made love all night long and somehow I feel like everything will be okay.

  I turn in his arms and run my hand over his even better than before bicep. The man just keeps getting more built every time I see him. I cannot help myself as I gaze at his sweet, sleeping face.

  He seems so peaceful but I have to do it. I place my lips gently on his. Though I want to kiss him for real, I pull my lips back. He stirs and his blue, brown eyes open and he smiles.

  “Hey, girl,” he mumbles, sleepily.

  “Hey,” I say and run my hand up and down his muscled arm. “It’s going to be time to leave soon. I thought you might want to play around before we have to go.”

  With a slow blink, he says, “What you and I do is not playing around. Also, I plan to be with you for at least the next two nights.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” I ask with a giggle. “I guess I can put up with you a couple more days, and nights.”

  “That’s all I ask, baby.” He pulls me close and places his lips on mine.

  A warmth eases into my body. A little lick he gives my lips and I’m opening them for him. The heat increases in my lower regions and I press against him.

  His long length pulses and grows against me. Slowly his hands roam over my back and mine do the same to his, touching every corded and tight muscle as they go.

  Moving me to my back, Blake presses his body to mine and pulls his mouth away to look at me. “I love you, Rachelle.”

  “I love you too, Blake,” I say in a whisper.

  The way his lips conform to mine or mine conform to his, I don’t know which, it makes me melt inside. He presses against me then pushes his erection into me. I groan with the sensation.

  Sore from so much of this only hours before has me a little stiff. His hand runs over my hip and then he does the same with the other side. Massaging and rubbing as if he knew I was tight.

  His strokes and the way he’s rubbing me has me loosening up in no time and I pull my knees up and wrap my legs around him, arching up to him as he makes each stroke.

  My ass cheeks he cups in his hands and massages them as I lift my body off the bed to meet him. The deep ache inside me comes to life and I know only he can fix that.

  As if sensing my need, he strokes harder and faster. His mouth leaves mine and goes to my neck where he bites and sucks, sending me to the outer limits. Nothing matters but he and I and this moment.

  “Blake,” I say in a ragged breath. “God! Blake!”

  “Come for me, baby.”

  I buck up to him and finally the wave flows over me and I scream out, “Blake! God, Blake!”

  The way my body is milking him makes him follow right behind me and he tenses and heat rushes into me. “Baby, oh, baby,” he moans against my neck.

  Slowly the pulses die down until there are no more. Only I don’t want to let him go. I keep my legs wrapped around him and hold him tight to me. I never want to let him go, not ever.

  I whisper to him, “Blake, don’t let me leave you ever again. Please. I’m a mess and I know I am, but if you do love me, you will help me. Please, help me, Blake.”

  His words sound funny as they whisper against my ear, “I’ll help you, Rachelle. I promise.”

  Blake raises his head and I see tears glimmering in his eyes. “I love you, Blake.”

  “I love you, Rachelle. I promise I’ll help you. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.” His hand runs over my forehead and he pushes back my hair.

  In most cases I’d be crying right now, but something inside me tells me I don’t need to. Something inside tells me I can give it all up, the crazy ideas that I might go crazy one day. I can lay my issues aside and love this man and let him love me.

  “We are going to take this thing slow,” he says. “We’ll spend the next couple of days together then I will go back to Lubbock and take care of my business and you will go back to L.A. to go to school and do your intern work.”

  “No pressure,” I say with a giggle.

  “Well, there will be some, but it won’t be like before. I do want you to tell whoever the hell that was you went out on a date with that you have a very serious boyfriend who doesn’t mind coming out there to kick his ass if he keeps on asking you out.”

  “How did you know about that?” I ask as I furrow my eyebrows.

  “Our friends talk, baby. Don’t ever think they don’t. So let that English dude know I mean business. We may be taking this thing slow, but you are definitely mine. Okay?” He runs his finger along my jawline as he looks at me.

  “Then you do the same. Let all those Lubbock hussies know that you belong to me.” I run my hand over his stubbly cheek.

  “Will do,” he says then kisses me lightly. “Now just one more time then we need to get up and get ourselves cleaned up. I can’t wait to go to Peyton’s and ride some horses.”

  I smile at him and have to wonder if I can really do this. Right now with him all up on me like this I feel as if I could do anything. But when he goes back to Lubbock and I go back to Los Angeles. I can’t be sure.

  Blake gives me a strength I don’t have when I’m all alone. All I know is that for right now, I want this. I want this man and all that comes with him.

  But do I have it in me to keep this up?

  Part 8 Lucky Words

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By Michelle Love

  Rachelle

  Darkness settled in a long time ago as I finished up my shift at the restaurant. Getting home, taking a long, hot bath and climbing into my bed is foremost on my mind.

  Blake and I have settled into something nice. We talk on the phone and text some, but he’s giving me the space I need. He’s really taking things slow.

  I have to say I didn’t think he could do it, but it’s been nearly a month since we got back t
ogether. We stayed three days together then I came home. Have I missed him?

  Hell yes I have!

  But finals are coming up soon and I’ve had to come up with new recipes for many of my classes and that’s kept me and my mind pretty busy. Kip and Peyton are my Guinea pigs and they’re loving every bite of it.

  They nearly have what they want. Which is me cooking for them all the time. But I’ve managed to get Peyton to learn some things in the kitchen and even Kip has learned to cook a thing or two.

  He wants a permanent chef before their second child gets here though. I’m helping them do interviews later this week to get that accomplished for them. It’s the least I can do since I won’t take them up on their offer.

  My phone has been off since I was at work and having your phone on while there can get you fired. As I pull up in front of my apartment I tap the button and turn it back on.

  Once inside and on my way to take these clothes off I see Blake has texted me. I turn on the water and pour a tiny amount of Pax’s bubble bath in the steamy water.

  I like to save Blake’s nightly texts to read while I soak the day’s work and worries away. All settled in I take my phone and read what he’s sent me.

  -Hi baby. Hope your day was good. Mine was full of things like taking my pilots test and passing it! Yeah, that’s right, your man is officially a helicopter pilot! Max taught me well, and I passed with flying colors. My elbow is getting a little tired as I’ve patted myself on the back all day.

  Once that paper was in my hand all I could think about was taking you on trips all over the place. I know, I know, we’re taking it slow!

  I’m going to take a chopper on a test drive tomorrow. Wish you could be here to help me pick one out. I’ll send you pictures and you can tell me which one you like. By the way, I saw an article about this car I think would be perfect for you and I’d like to buy one for you for your birthday or Christmas, or any day, really.

  Don’t answer me about that yet. I know you need time for it to sink into your brain that I love you and want to give you things. It makes me happy and I seem to think nearly constantly about you and what you might like.

  So, as you requested me to do each night, here is one thing about my life: I flunked third grade and had to go to summer school to catch back up to my grade level. There, now you have one of my deep, dark secrets. Your turn to tell me one.

  I love you and look forward to your nightly text. P.S. I know you’re reading this while you soak in the bath so promise me you’ll picture me when you clean your nether regions. And remember more than three passes over that area is considered playing with yourself. I love you, XOXO-

  I giggle and lean back to think about what I want to say to him. After putting the phone on the counter I lie back and pour a little body wash on a puff and run it over my neck, then down my arm and finally over my breasts.

  My eyes close as I think about how gently Blake can run his large hands over my body. So muscled yet he can be the most tender man in the world. He and I took a shower the last night we were together at Peyton’s parents’ house and he ran his hands all over me.

  I run the soapy puff over my arms, remembering how he made long strokes over both my arms with his firm hands. His hands slipped off them and over my breasts as I held my palms against the wall and he stood behind me. His cock pressed against my back.

  Just the thought sends heat through me, just like it did then. His lips touched my shoulder and I recall shivering as chills ran through me, fighting the heat that resided in my body. It was an odd yet exhilarating sensation.

  One hand left one breast, and he slid it all the way down until he found my little bud that was more than ready for his touch. I moaned as he found it and had to lean my forehead against the warm tiled wall of the shower.

  He leaned with me, never letting the front of his body lose contact with the back of mine. Blake’s fingers seemed to know exactly where I wanted to be touched and he gently squeezed and rubbed at my little pearl until I was panting.

  His lips ran up the side of my neck and he whispered only one word to me, “Come.”

  My body fell apart with his voice, velvet soft in my ear, making my insides quake as he told me to. He stopped his attention to my bud and placed his hands over mine and moved them down the wall until I was bent at the waist.

  His hands trailed up my arms, over my back to my butt. He ran his hands over my ass and moaned. “So round and gorgeous.”

  My ass tingled as he ran his strong hands over it. It made me ache for him and he didn’t make me wait long. His thick cock filled me, making me groan with the sweet relief.

  Slow strokes he made, filling me then leaving me empty. I moved my hands lower down the wall and felt him go deeper inside me. “Oh, baby,” he moaned and squeezed my ass cheeks.

  I pressed back to him a bit, and he moved faster and drove into me harder. A sudden need for him to roughen it up came over me and I said, “Give my ass a nice smack.”

  A hard slap rang out and my ass stung a little. It made my vagina clench, and he did it again. “Yes!” came out of my mouth without me knowing it.

  He did it again, and I said it again. Each slap making me clench him harder. He began to really pound into me as he got more excited and one of his hands wrapped up in my hair and he pulled it hard.

  I gritted my teeth as it made my stomach tighten and the river inside me began to rise. His dick was moving in and out so fast and banging me so hard, I had to use all my strength to hold myself away from the wall.

  A scream left my mouth as the river crashed into a waterfall and I found Blake right behind me with his release. His heat filling me and leaving me whole.

  My body relaxes as I realize the memory and a little self-stimulation has left me spent and somewhat satisfied.

  It would’ve been better if it was real and not just a memory!

  Blake

  Lying awake in my bed, I wait for Rachelle to send me her nightly text. Things are progression well for us. Since I’ve taken a step back and taken things slower, she seems to be okay with us having a relationship, albeit a distant one, but hey I’ll take what I can get.

  My phone lights up and I pick it up eagerly. Like a kid that’s just been handed a candy bar. I’m nearly salivating I want to read her words so damn bad.

  Is that pathetic? I hope not!

  -Babe, I’m so proud of you!!!! My man is a helicopter pilot. I cannot wait to tell everyone! Hope your elbow gets better soon. But you deserve to pat yourself on the back, it’s a great accomplishment after all.

  As I soaked in my bubble bath after reading your nightly text, I recalled our little session in the shower at Peyton’s family’s pool house. I sure am glad it was so far from the rest of the people or they would’ve gotten an earful with all the grunting and groaning we did. I think I even screamed once or twice.

  Your touch is remarkable and I’m one lucky girl to get to feel that. I’m lucky to have you in my life, period!

  Here’s where I’m going to get mushy so grab one of the tissues you have next to your bed. Blake, you’ve taken me to places I never knew existed. With the mere touch of your hand or the sound of your voice to my ear, I feel things deeper than I thought possible. To be yours is a dream come true.

  Your heart is strong and the fact you allowed me back into it is a thing I treasure. I’ll try my very best never to hurt you again. Your heart and mine beat in a way that’s more than special and doesn’t happen for everyone. I vow to never take that for granted again.

  You have my heart, my soul, and my body always and forever, Blake. This I swear to you.

  Okay enough sappy stuff. A fact about me is that I sucked my thumb until I was ten. Gross I know!

  Think of me as you fall asleep and I’ll think of you, maybe we’ll meet in each other’s dreams. I love you and always will. You are my knight in shining armor, Mr. Chandler. Sweet Dreams-

  A sniffle escapes me as I blink back tears. She has a way of getting
me all veclempt as Mike Myers would say. I lay my phone back down and lie back on my pillow.

  Her reminder of what we did when we spent the day and night with Peyton and her family has me smiling. The bed in their pool house was a king, and the mattress was kind of old and the springs were bouncy as fuck.

  It made for a wild ride that night. After a little love in the shower, I carried Rachelle to the bed and tossed her onto it. She bounced and all her junk jiggled. It was beautiful.

  Her pert breasts finally came to rest as she stopped her giggles. She looked fresh and soft and her flesh was a little pink from the hot shower. That shower was hot in more ways than one.

  She wiggled her little finger at me and I growled at what she wanted. “More?” I asked her.

  She merely nodded, making her long, damp, dark tresses bounce around her porcelain face and deep blue eyes. Her red lips pursed as she laid back and beckoned me to her.

  My heart pounded hard as I looked over her body spread out on that bed and she wanted me. She was perfect from head to toe and that beautiful body wanted mine all over it.

  Her perfect breast I took in my hand as I climbed on the bed next to her. The springs groaned under my weight and gave a bit. She rolled towards me, landing on her side.

  We both laughed a little, and I moved her to her back and laid next to her. Her breast still in my hand, I kneaded it and massaged it as she ran her hand through my hair.

  “I love the way your hair looks when it’s wet,” she told me.

  “I love the way your hair looks all the time,” I told her.

  Her hand slid out of my hair and over my shoulder. “I love the way your muscles feel under my hand,” she said.

  My mouth quirked into a crooked smile. “I love the way your breasts feel under my hand.”

  Her hand left my shoulder and traveled to my tight abs. “I love the way you're tight as hell stomach tightens even more when I touch it.”

  I slid my hand off her mountainous breast over her stomach and onto her warm, soft sex. “I love the way this tightens when I touch it.”