His head falls. I know he’s affected by my words. “Angel, you’re giving me the biggest fucking gift ever. You are the best thing on this earth and you’re all mine.”
That brings the waterworks. A tear falls from my eye and down my cheek. He catches it before it can hit my pillow.
He kisses me once more. This time it’s filled with so much emotion, so much everything.
Words sometimes aren’t enough, but the touch of someone is literally everything.
He sits up on his knees, looking down at me. “Anytime you want me to stop, slow down, let me know and I will stop instantly,” he reassures me.
I sit up and lift my shirt over my head, leaving me just in my underwear and bra. He looks me up and down.
I have scars all over my body, but under his eyes I feel beautiful. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands drift down my sides all the way to my knees.
“I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes,” he tells me.
I lift my hips, and he pulls down my underwear and takes off my bra. I am completely naked, but I’m not scared.
I know without a doubt that he’s going to take care of me. His eyes are heated, I can tell that he wants me.
God, how I want him to take me.
He licks his lips. “God, I could eat you up.” He slides down the bed, spreading my legs. “I’ll do just that.” He gives me a wicked grin and dips his head.
I clench my eyes closed, feeling nervous for the first time. I have never done this before and I’m not sure what to expect.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, not even touching me yet.
My face is red and his face is hovering right above my pussy. “I’m nervous. I haven’t had…that before.”
At that he grins. “Fuck, I love I get to show you.” He wraps his arms around my thighs. “Hold the fuck on, baby. Your life is going to change.”
His drops his head, his tongue gliding across my clit.
“God!” I yell, not expecting it to feel like that. I grip the sheets. I’m so sensitive. He was not wrong; my life has changed.
I close my eyes, feeling everything. My legs are shaking, I’ve lost all control of them, my toes curl.
The sound he’s making makes me think that he’s enjoying this as much as me, like he’s the one getting pleasured and not me.
I can’t wait to do this to him. I want to watch him fall apart and know that I caused him to do that.
A finger slowly glides into me. I clench around his finger hard, wanting to drag him deeper inside of me.
Another finger joins and he curls them up.
I scream, clenching around him hard as I come apart, orgasming so hard everything turns black around me.
I lose control of my whole body. All I know is the incredible pleasure I’m feeling between my legs.
He doesn’t stop there. He keeps going until he wrings another orgasm out of me and another one until I’m not sure I’m even on this earth anymore.
After what seems like hours, he finally lets me breathe. He glides up my body with a cocky grin on his face. I don’t even care about that, because the way he made me feel? He earned that.
“You have killed me,” I joke.
He laughs, reaching between my legs, running his fingers over my clit. My hips jump off the bed from being so oversensitive.
“Are you okay going further?”
I nod. “I may kill you if you don’t.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Try, darlin’.” He takes my nipple in his mouth, nipping hard, causing a slight sting that shoots straight to my pussy.
“Let me grab a condom.” He starts to move off the bed.
“Wait, I have an IUD, unless you want to wear one. I’m clean.”
His hand wraps around my neck, putting slightly pressure just to get my attention. “Good, I want to fill you up with me.”
My eyes widen at his words. I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to be filled with him. To feel his powerful body between my legs.
He spreads my legs, moving between me.
He takes my hands, intertwining our fingers together by my head. His face hovers above mine, eyes soft, full of tenderness.
“You ready, darlin’?” he asks.
I nod. “More than ready,” I whisper.
Butterflies have filled my tummy to the brim, and my heart is beating so hard I am sure he can feel it.
He kisses me so deeply, I feel it everywhere.
He lets go of one of my hands, positioning himself before slowly sliding inside of me.
I wince before I can stop myself.
He stops completely. “I’m so sorry, baby. You’re like a fucking vise.”
I tighten my legs around him. “I’m okay, keep going.”
He studies me for a second then reaches between our bodies to rub my clit.
“Ah!” I tilt my hips, moving him farther inside me. He takes over, filling me to the hilt.
“God, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I moan, throwing my head back. There is the bite of the pain, but the rest of straight pleasure.
He kisses my exposed neck, and his hand wrapped around my neck tightens enough to heighten my pleasure.
He starts to move, his face back in front of mine. He captures my hands again, and our eyes never break apart. Every touch, every little thing, we are feeling together—him inside of me, the way he is making love to me, filling a part of my heart that was broken so long ago.
He presses his forehead against mine and moves inside of me so tenderly, gently, and the pleasure is so deep, slow, and burning.
We don't change the pace. Everything in this moment is unrushed. We don’t want the moment to end.
“God, Konrad,” I moan when he hits that spot from earlier that drove me crazy.
He’s shaking, barely even able to control himself, and I lost myself long ago.
My body is not my own. It belongs to him completely.
His hand shoots down between our bodies, pinching my clit hard. I bite his shoulder so I don’t scream as loud as I want to as I fall apart.
I clamp down so hard onto him, I’m sure he’s in pain. He moans loudly into my ear, his movements fast, hard as he comes inside of me.
He falls on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him. He holds me just as tightly.
He lifts his head, looking at me. “Darlin’, I will never be the same after that.”
I laugh loudly, my voice hoarse from the noises I made. I’m almost embarrassed, but I won’t be embarrassed by that.
I smile. “I am so happy, Konrad. You make me so happy,” I admit, feeling vulnerable.
He kisses me. “Darlin’, I am so much more than happy. I’ve waited for you my whole entire life.”
God, I shake my head at the heady feeling that overwhelms me. I almost don't know how to react to it all.
He slowly slides out of me and walks into the bathroom, where he wets a washcloth and walks back to me.
What is he doing?
He spreads my legs, cleaning me.
It takes my breath away, my lips trembling from such tenderness from him and the way he is taking care of me.
He tosses the washcloth into the laundry basket and slides into bed with me again, pulling me until I’m lying on his chest.
“Are you feeling okay?” He rubs my back gently, and goosebumps break out across my skin.
I nod against his chest before looking up at him. I am happy, incredibly so. “I’m more than okay.”
He smiles, cupping my face and pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. I feel complete and utter peace right now.
I snuggle deeper into his chest, closing my eyes. For the first time in my life I feel completely, utterly safe.
9
Two Weeks Later
I wake up slowly to a hand running across my back. I grin into my pillow before I look up to see Konrad lying beside me, shirtless, the happiest, most content smile on his face.
“Good morning, da
rlin’.” His voice is deep, husky from his sleep.
I stretch my arms above my head, the smell of the ocean soothing me. Yesterday he packed my bag, put us on a private plane and whisked me away.
“Good morning.”
There is a knock at the door. I sit up, pulling the blanket up to cover myself. Konrad bends over and puts on a pair of shorts. I can’t help but tilt my head to the side to get a better view.
Konrad peeks back at me, grinning. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I lie back on the bed, closing my eyes for a second.
I’ve never been on vacation before. I just felt like I haven’t had time. Every time I had time to get away, another girl seemed to be in trouble.
Konrad handed my phone off to Shaylin, then kidnapped me and brought me here. The door slams shut and I jump.
“Sorry, baby.”
I have issues with loud noises. If I’m prepared for it, it’s not a problem, but if it’s in a relaxed setting then it bothers me. PTSD is hard, but you learn to live with it.
Konrad settles into bed, putting the tray in front of us. “This looks amazing.” I kiss his cheek, taking a bite of a piece of bacon.
“Darlin’, nothing”—he winks—“I repeat nothing tastes better or looks better than you.” His eyes slowly drift down my body, stopping at my pussy, eyebrow arched.
My face burns. “Stop!” I moan, covering my face.
He laughs loudly, prying my hands away from my face in amusement. “Darlin’, how many times have I eaten your pussy in the last two weeks and you’re still embarrassed?”
My face burns even worse at his words. He cups my face and squishes my cheeks. “You’re so adorable, how can I not eat you up?” His voice is deeper, and his face shows his desire for me.
He kisses me, gripping the back of my neck, his thumb resting on my jawbone. My eyes flutter closed. His lips make love to my own. The sensation is toe-curling.
My hand falls to his thigh, rubbing farther and farther up until I cup him through his shorts.
He breaks the kiss, grabbing my hand and stopping my movement. “Oh, someone’s being naughty.” He kisses my cheek, rubbing my inner thighs enough to drive me crazy, stopping right before he touches me.
His finger rubs across my clit suddenly, and I almost fall off the bed. He catches me and continues slowly rubbing in circles.
My eyes roll back and I grip the blankets.
He kisses my shoulder. I throw my head back against the headboard and lie back.
His fingers are like magic and I’m still sensitive from last night. His lips suck my nipple deep into his mouth.
I reach down to hold his hand to keep from touching me as it’s too much, but he grips it with his free hand.
My hips pull away and I bite my lip, screaming as I come hard.
My body relaxes. I try to catch my breath after all of that. His hands go under my arms, lifting me up so I’m sitting again. I put the tray over my legs while I’m in a complete daze.
“Eat.” He points to the food, but I don’t look at it.
The fingers that were just inside of me enter his mouth and he sucks them clean. Oh my God, did he just do that?
I turn my face down so he can’t see my red cheeks.
He laughs again. “Darlin’, you’re fucking cute. Eat your damn food.” He picks up another piece of bacon, making sure I take a bite.
“I wonder if I can fuck the blush out of you.” He gives me a wicked grin before taking a drink of orange juice.
I shrug my shoulder. “You can try.”
The look on his face lets me know that he for sure plans on doing that.
The beautiful water, the warm sand—this is heaven. I’m sad that I never experienced this before, but I’m so happy that I get to experience this with Konrad.He’s in the water trying to surf and failing horribly at it. I’ve tried not to laugh, but it’s hilarious because he’s good at everything.
I look at the little girl playing in the sand directly in front of me with her parents, and my heart warms at the sight.
Konrad gets out of the ocean, water dripping down his washboard abs, his hair pushed out of his face.
God, I don't think there’s a more beautiful man than him.
“God, will you look at that?” one of the girls behind me whispers way too loudly. I laugh to myself at their comment, because he is beautiful and there is no hiding that.
But he is all mine.
I pull down my glasses, watching as he gets closer. “Oh my God, he’s coming over.” I can hear them scrambling behind me.
“Hi baby.” He bends down and kisses me on the lips before lying down beside me.
“You did great surfing, baby,” I tell him while rubbing his arm.
He gives me a look that tells me he knows I’m full of it. “It’s a bad day for surfing is all.”
I peek over to the guy surfing with no problem. He follows my gaze and picks me up off of the sand, throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m going to use you as a surfboard,” he jokes.
I laugh and look back at the girls making comments. Their eyes are wide as they look at both of us.
Konrad carries me into the water, pulling me down until my legs are wrapped around him.
“I think I may just keep you here. I love seeing you on the beach. Later I have a spa day planned with you. You need to relax and have time to yourself. Let me take care of you like you do others.”
I close my eyes, his words deeply affecting me. I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my face in, breathing in his scent.
The waves move around us. It’s quiet and in this moment it’s perfect. He brings us deeper into the water, still holding me.
I sit up, my arms on his shoulders still. “I don’t care where I am, as long as I’m with you, Konrad.”
His head drops. “Fuck, baby, you know how to hit a man right in his heart.”
Wait, his heart?
My stomach flips. With trembling fingers I touch the side of his neck. “Your heart?” I repeat his words.
The sun is starting to set but the air is still warm. “Yes, angel, my heart. I belong to you.”
I rest my forehead against his. “I made a promise to myself years ago that I would not belong to another man.” I lift my head, looking him in the eyes, wanting him to feel the gravity of my words. “But with you? All of me belongs to you. I never wanted to be anyone until you. You make me feel so safe.”
He stares at me in awe, like he can’t believe I’m saying what I’m saying to him right now.
His hands run under my butt, squeezing. “I need to fuck you right now,” he growls.
I laugh as he runs out of the water with me in his arms. He sets me onto the towel and practically throws everything into our beach bag.
I can feel the eyes of the girls on us as they watch us gather our things. Konrad takes my hand and pulls me off the beach and into our house directly on the beach.
He lays me straight onto the bed, his eyes feasting on me. “God, to think this is mine.”
He tears my bathing suit off of my body, literally. He picked it out. He bought me a whole beach wardrobe himself.
His hands drag up my body from my ankles to my inner thighs. His finger slides along my clit. “When we get home, I’m putting my cut on you. I need to see you in my cut with nothing on but that.”
He falls to his knees, gripping my thighs as he goes down, sliding me to the edge of the bed.
“Shit, I just need a fucking chair. I could do this for days.”
He walks across the room and grabs a chair, sitting in front of me. “Oh my God, are you really doing that?” I laugh at him being so ridiculous.
He grins wickedly. “Baby, I’m being serious. Sit your ass back and let me take care of you.”
I fall back, letting him do whatever he wants to me. “How long are you planning?” I stop talking at the first touch of his tongue dragging along my inner thighs.
My hands shake as I touch the back of his head. He looks up, l
icking his lips, sliding a finger inside of me oh so slowly. I clench hard around his finger.
“Whenever I fucking say.”
I shiver at his demanding tone. “Yes, sir,” I moan.
He gathers my hands, holding them together. “Do not move, you understand?”
My lips tremble at his tone. I am so overworked with need at this point. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He winks and ducks his head. I try not to move. Every part of me is yearning to move, be closer, more, more, more.
Seconds later I’m coming hard against his face, my toes curled, my hands tight on his.
“That’s one.”
His rests his head on my thigh, his fingers doing the work this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream, still coming from the first orgasm when I come again.
An hour later I’m almost dead. I have died and come back to life a few times in this short period of time.
“I can’t take it anymore.” I finally push his face and hands away, scooting up the bed.
Konrad laughs, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. He lifts his hand that was just in my pussy a second ago to his mouth, licking it clean.
Oh my God. Goosebumps break out across my arms and legs. “Rest for a second, baby. I had to taste you. Now it’s time to take you.”
His eyes look me up and down, just staring so intensely like he’s trying to memorize every part of me.
I’m shaking in anticipation of what he has planned for me next. This is the best torture—one I could deal with the rest of my life.
He stands up, taking off his shorts as he does so, leaving himself completely naked in front of me.
His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it from root to tip. I crawl to the edge of the bed. I open my mouth for him, and his hand moves through my hair, fisting it slightly.
“Is my baby hungry now?”
His hand moves from my hair to under my chin, gripping my face. “I’ll let you have a little taste, baby.” His voice is so deep, husky.
I’m dripping onto the bed. I can feel it dripping down my legs. I’m so turned on.
I take the head in my mouth, sucking on the tip, looking up at him. I don’t touch him. My hands remain on the bed beside me.
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