“I will let you know after the show,” I reply, looking over at Siena as she makes her way towards the bathroom.
“Well, we have made arrangements with your woman’s sister for them to come and spend the weekend at the club. I’m sure you can convince her to stay.”
Goliath’s statement has me grinning. Crafty devils, but I’m pleased they’re on my side.
SIENA 8
I’m nervous. After the day we have had, I’m sure Blue is going to want to sleep with me. And to be fair, I don’t want anything more than that, but I’m nervous. I have never wanted someone as much as I want Blue. Blue has touched a part of me that I don’t think has ever been touched before—a part of me that believes in happily ever after, and real love.
I haven’t been with a man in a while, but I have a feeling that even if I had, I would still feel the same because with Blue, it feels completely different. Every time he touches me or looks at me, it’s like a fire being ignited—a flame that intensifies with each caress and look.
I’m usually a cautious person, but with Blue, there is no caution. It’s as if all my inhibitions vanish whenever he is close. Taking in a deep breath, I look in the mirror once again before making my way back into the living room to find Blue sitting on the couch by himself. “Where are the others?” I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
“They have gone, but don’t worry, you’ll see them soon enough. Now, how about you come sit here by me?”
I’m about to take a seat next to Blue, when he suddenly grabs my arm, pulling me down onto his lap. “I have been waiting for this the whole day,” he murmurs just before his lips crash down on mine. Every thought in my mind disappears as every sense in my body comes alive.
“Baby, we need to go somewhere else.”
His whispered words against my lips make me nod, which has him smiling. His lips take mine again as his arm moves under my legs while the other snakes behind my back, holding me against his chest as he stands. I can feel us moving, but I don’t break the kiss. The feelings I’m having I’ve never felt before and are overwhelming every sense in my body.
Suddenly, I’m pushed against the mattress. When I raise my head, Blue starts kissing down my neck, his hands roaming over my body as his hard, firm body hovers above me. Raising my hands, I slide them under his T-shirt, feeling his skin that is warm to the touch. He nips at my shoulder, making me jump in surprise. Grabbing at his T-shirt, I yank it up and over his head. His eyes are now on me, burning with that passion that I’ve seen throughout the day. His silky hair rebelliously falls onto his shoulders, while I lift my hand to place it on his cheek, feeling the stubble below, scratching at my palm.
My eyes lower to his chest, noticing the tattoos etched into his skin there. His muscles rippling under the tattoos draw my eyes, holding them—igniting my passion to unfathomable heights. A passion that will consume me with its intense depth.
“You are so beautiful, so very, very beautiful,” he grunts as I feel his hands at the edge of my shirt, pulling it up slowly. The air caresses my skin as he tortures me by only looking at every inch that is being revealed to him and not touching me. His eyes are like a light caress which has my skin sensitive, craving for his physical touch. When my shirt is finally off, he leans back, his hand moving up my body as his fingers lightly trace the white bra I have on.
If I had known earlier this morning that Blue would be making love to me, I would have made an effort to wear a sexier bra. His hand cups my breast, squeezing lightly, which has me groaning, wanting to feel his palm on my skin.
“Perfect.” His whispered word has that insecure fear that he might not find me sexy enough, vanishing.
His hands move around my chest to my back and a minute later, my bra is following the same route as my shirt. My instinct is to raise my hands and cover my breasts, but I fight it, laying before him proudly. He lowers his head. His eyes raise to mine, holding my gaze and not letting go until I feel his tongue licking my nipple. “Ohh,” I gasp, closing my eyes in pleasure.
My skin was craving his touch. Every glide of his tongue has me moaning as my nipple reacts to his ministrations, and then I feel his teeth scraping or nibbling, driving me completely crazy. My fingers clench the sheet as he worships my breasts. That is the only way I can think of it, because this is not normal love making. His touch consumes all my senses, driving me to heights that I have never been to before.
When I think that I can’t take anymore, he starts kissing down my body, his fingers playing with the waist of my jeans. He reminds me of an animal toying with its food before he eats it, driving my heart rate faster with expectation.
“Blue,” I gasp as he nips just above the button of my jeans.
“Do you want me?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
“I want you.” As soon as the words are past my lips, he has my jeans undone and down over my thighs, knees, and then off. The cool air tells me that my panties went down with the jeans. Looking over at him, I see him standing, his eyes roaming over my naked body. His hands move to his own jeans before removing them. I know my eyes widen when I see his magnificent body before me in all its glory. Damn, all his muscles are well defined and begging for someone to kiss.
Just thinking that I nearly made the mistake of taking revenge on this man—a man that I’m certain will give me the best sexual experience of my life, makes me feel guilty. Not only because he looks like a sculpted God, or that he has a voice that lulls you to dreams of decadent naughtiness, but because when he touches me it feels like he’s touching my very soul.
Leaning over me, he takes my lips in a raunchy, no barrier held kiss. His caresses now even firmer and more determined. When his hand cups my very core, I sigh. His touch feels perfect. When his hand starts rubbing, I lift my hips wanting more, wanting so much more.
“Blue,” I scream out his name, which he immediately delivers as he thrusts a finger deep into my burning heat. I’ve never been so sensitive, so ready to explode like I am now. Just when I think he will push me right over the edge he stops, which has me groaning in disapproval, but then he’s grabbing my legs as he moves between them.
“You are mine.” I’ve never liked the thought of people thinking the other is their property, but his words have a flash of pleasure racing through my body.
“Well, then you are mine, too,” I state.
“Always,” he says in a deep animalistic tone, and even though it’s words that are said in the heat of the moment, they touch me deeper than I would think.