“What else were you supposed to do when I didn’t have the balls to tell you how I felt?Come on.We can discuss that later.”With a wicked grin, he took me by the hand and led me out into the hall and through the lobby.Janine caught my eye as we passed the front desk and gave me a discreet thumbs-up.There was a deep blush staining my cheeks, and my face felt like it was on fire, but I was too happy to care.Happy and loved.
Of course, he knew exactly which suite I was staying in because he and Janine had been in cahoots.He even used a keycard to unlock the door, pulling me inside and kicking it closed.
“Did I tell you—” I managed to ask, but the rest of the question was cut off when he pushed me up against the door and kissed me deeply, groaning as his unyielding body pinned me against the wood at my back.My soul sang, and my heart did flips.I knew from the bottom of my soul this was where I belonged.With him, here, now, with nothing but hope and possibilities ahead of us.
There was also the very real presence of his erection growing against my hip.It reminded me of what we’d missed during this long, lonely week.His hands were under my caftan in no time, and I almost tore it off, tossing it aside so his hands could roam my body through my two-piece.His touch was still magic, and I was already wet and moaning as he used one hand to unclasp my top.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned out, lifting my breasts with both hands, taking my nipples into his mouth, moving back and forth while my fingers tangled in his hair and my head rolled from side to side.
“Yes, Clay, more.God, I need more,” I begged in a whisper.He delivered, nipping at me, sucking, sending bolts of sensation straight to my clit until it ached painfully.I wouldn’t have stopped him for anything.
He only let go of me long enough to take off his suit jacket.Then I eagerly helped him with his shirt, my trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons.Once it was off, I feasted on the washboard of muscles, thrilled at the way they moved under his skin when he picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.He was so strong, powerful, and mine.
Before he could lay me down on the bed, I had to tell him.“I love you.I didn’t say it earlier, but I do.I love you, Clay.”
There was unspeakable joy in his smile.“I love you,” he whispered back, laying me down and peeling away the bottom half of my suit.Cool air touched my hot, swollen lips, making me shiver.“Let me show you just how much, princess.”Clay dropped to his knees, then feasted on me.
Fireworks exploded, and my back arched, my body tensing under the onslaught of his lapping tongue.My God, it was electric, down to the deep grunts which sent delicious vibrations through my pussy.His tongue teased me, dipping deeper and sliding into me, driving away every conscious thought in favor of clutching his head close and moving my hips, humping his face, desperate to come.
“Yes, please,” I begged, tensing all over, feeling the wave build into something big enough to scare me a little.When he wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me still, I remembered there was nothing to be afraid of.Not with him.
“Like that… more, Clay.Oh my—” I whimpered, moving faster, so close I could almost taste the relief just beyond my fingertips.Almost there…
I jammed a fist against my mouth to stifle what I couldn’t hold back.Wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure, curling my toes, making me shudder and whimper while it went on and on, thanks to Clay delivering slow, deliberate laps against my sensitive flesh.By the time he lifted his head, I was dazed, breathless, hoarse.
And so happy.
The feeling bubbled over, and I opened my eyes, watching him strip off his pants and boxer briefs.I worked my way farther back along the bed to let him stretch out on top of me.His weight was so welcome as he settled over me, pushing me into the mattress.
“Fuck, I want to eat this pretty pussy forever,“ he whispered, kissing me and letting me taste what lingered on his lips as he positioned himself at my entrance.I wiggled my hips a little, helping him line himself up.When he slipped in, the sheer exhilaration of his first stroke made me cry out into his mouth.Already, the tension started to build again, my hunger rekindled and burning hotter with each thrust.
We both gasped for air when he broke the kiss.His breath was hot against my face, mingling with mine as our eyes met.His were half closed, blue darkened to near black by lust.“I love you,” he whispered, groaning in pleasure and driving himself deep.“Only you, Mira.”
If I had any doubts about his feelings, they vanished with every sincere word dripping from his sweet lips.I felt every inch of him, every flutter in my core, his body under my hands, his muscles bunching and flexing as he filled me.Each stroke took me closer until all I could do was cling to him, shaking, knowing what was about to happen and welcoming it.
When it hit, I sank my teeth into his thick shoulder to muffle my helpless, broken cries.“Fuck, Mira,” he grunted out in my ear, moving faster, finally letting go with a roar against my neck.The rush of warmth brought with it a sense of satisfaction deeper than physical pleasure.Something so deep it touched my soul.
This man was mine.
His heart was mine.
Tears of joy leaked down the sides of my face as he lifted his head, wearing a dazed smile.“We should take sex breaks all the time,” he decided.“Since it’s so good when we do it again.”
“Yeah, I’d like to see you stick to a plan like that.”I snickered as he rolled away.“Last time I checked, it’s good when we don’t take breaks too.”
“True.”He ran a hand through his mussed hair, blowing out a sigh.“Shit.Reporters will start arriving any minute, and here we are.”
“You’re the man of the hour,” I reminded him, rolling onto my side to trace invisible shapes across his broad chest, dragging my nails over his pecs.“You can be a little late.You’re a busy man with things to do.”He chuckled at the way I wiggled my eyebrows.
But the sound died once he glanced toward a familiar suitcase sitting next to the nightstand.I propped myself on my elbow, narrowing my eyes at him.“You were already in here before you found me?”
“I came straight to the suite, hoping we could talk things out.”He got up and went to the small, wheeled case, rolling it over while I sat up with the duvet bunched around me.“I’ve been waiting to give this to you for more than a week.I wanted to do it before the gala, but we were so busy getting ready that I thought I would do it afterward.”
Right.He had said something about a surprise later on, and I made a joke assuming he was talking about his dick or something.
Now, he reached into an internal compartment and withdrew a box that made the breath catch in my throat.“Is that what I think it is?”I whispered, looking from the box to him and back again.
“What do you think it is?”I wasn’t the only one whose voice shook a little.His eyes shone, and he couldn’t hold back the smile as he sat on the bed and held the box out to me.
