Blissful Awakenings

by Penny May

  “Like this?” He breathed quietly in her ear.

  “Yes,” she gasped as he pressed against her from behind, the fabric of her dress and his pants annoyingly still between them. She rocked her hips back and upwards toward him. He responded by moved his finger against that sweet spot, sending a pulse of need through her.

  “I want you inside me,” she demanded, breathing hard.

  With one hand still pleasuring her from the front, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and hike up her dress. He pushed her a little farther forward on the couch, putting her on her tiptoes, then guided himself inside her from behind while still rubbing her clitoris.

  She cried out but pushed herself up against him, driving him further inside. He leaned forward, his other hand now free again to delve down the top of her dress at an awkward angle to gently squeeze her breast. He slowed things down. Pulling out and pausing his finger from rubbing that sweet spot before slowly filling her up again and moving his finger to send that jolt of need through her. She gasped and bucked her hips back against him.

  He slowed their pace still further, and she wondered if she would just explode with need. She could hear him gasping in pleasure as well each time he slid back inside her, and she wondered how she could get him to speed up. But he was entirely in charge of this experience, and that was what made it delicious in her opinion.

  “Is this what you want?” His gravelly voice said in her ear as he paused partially inside her.

  “Yes,” she said, and he slid all the way in causing her words to turn into a moan.

  Courtney tried to focus on the push and pull, gasping in pleasure each time Bo touched her. That now-familiar pressure began to build inside her even at this slow pace. Her breathing began to follow his slow, yet deep thrusts.

  Just before she felt herself nearing the crest of that pressure, Bo quickly sped up and switched to staying inside her after each thrust. The hand squeezing her breast slid up to cover her mouth. She panted and moaned into it. The sudden visual she had of him pinning her to the couch while taking her from behind mixed with her encounters with Raife and completely overwhelmed her synapses.

  His next thrust and finger movement sent her over the edge. She cried out at what felt like explosions in her body and mind. Distantly, she felt him come as well, pushing himself into her and against the couch while he hovered over her and came inside her.

  It took Courtney a few moments to come down from such a high. When she finally was aware of her surroundings again, Bo had finished shuddering and had slid out of her. He smoothed down her dress and then wrapped his arms around her, holding her from behind.

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, feeling slightly wobbly and spent.

  Maybe I should just give in and have an exclusive relationship, she thought, followed quickly by nipping that thought in the bud when she thought of her encounters with Raife.

  She felt slightly guilty for having thought of Raife during sex with Bo, but then she wondered what it would be like to be blindfolded and tied up by Bo and that thought sent another little spike of lust all the way to her groin, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

  “Was that…was that alright?” Bo murmured against her hair.

  His tone sounded unsure and a little lost, like maybe he was afraid he’d done something wrong.

  Courtney turned in his arms to face him. She went up on her tiptoes again and kissed him lightly on the lips before pulling back with a smile. “That was very alright.”

  He returned her smile, but it wavered a little as he said, “Would you stay? Just for awhile?”

  She kissed him again and was surprised when she felt that stirring of need. She’d never been a more than a once a night kind of gal, but apparently that was not the case when it came to Bo Ryans.

  She felt him stir against her as well. Their kiss became deeper and more demanding. Before she knew it, he’d pushed her up onto the back of the couch, but the dress still separated them. At some point, she’d kicked off her shoes.

  He suddenly pulled back and gruffly asked, “Bedroom?”

  Since she was busy kissing his neck and tasting the salt on his skin, she made a noise of agreement, then to her embarrassment, let out a little squeal when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She decided to take the opportunity to begin unbuttoning his jacket and shirt as he stumbled through the suite.

  Once in the bedroom, he placed her on the bed and pulled her dress off to toss it in a crumpled pile on the floor. She was happy to be rid of the damned piece of material since it had only gotten in the way. When that was done, she sat up and pulled down his still unzipped pants to find that, like her, he’d also gone commando to the charity event. Or maybe he just always went without underwear. Courtney filed that question away for later as he toed off his shoes, then finished removing his pants. While he was bent over, Courtney allowed her hands to rove over his naked back and butt, sending goosebumps over his skin.

  He pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. It took longer than Courtney would have liked, but it was also a little bit of a tease. Under the button-down shirt was a white t-shirt that he looked damn good in. He pulled that over his head as Courtney watched, thinking how much she wanted to run her hands over his six-pack abs. She had a quick moment of self-doubt when she wondered if he minded that she wasn’t in perfect shape, then the thought was lost when he climbed onto the bed like a big cat contemplating its prey: Her.

  Naked and shivering with anticipation, she licked her lips as he crawled toward her. He paused, drinking her in and letting her make the first move this time. Courtney took his hand and pulled him on top of her. She wrapped one leg around him, put her hands on his butt and as they kissed, she guided him inside her. As he filled her, she tipped her head back and looked into his eyes to find her own lust echoed there.

  His fingers found a nipple, gently pinching it as he slid inside her again. It took him a moment to find the right angle but then he was stimulating her naturally as he slid in and out. They found a slow, steady rhythm, and he used the advantage of being on top to explore her body, squeezing her breasts and finding the exact timing with his thrust that sent jolts of electricity to her groin.

  At one point, he paused while inside her and she bucked forward, trying to get more. He untangled her legs from around him and instead put them in the air, so her ankles were on his shoulders. The new position gave him more control and allowed him go even deeper inside her, causing her to cry out in surprised pleasure.

  He paused. “Too much?”

  She vigorously shook her head and he thrust again, while looking into her eyes.

  For a moment, Courtney wasn’t sure what to do with her hands now that she couldn’t reach him in this new position, so he took both her hands in one of his while supporting himself with his other and pinned her hands against her stomach.

  He slid into her again, and she closed her eyes as pressure began to build.

  “Open your eyes,” he demanded and stopped moving until she did.

  A flicker of memory sparked through her. Hadn’t Raife…?

  She opened her eyes and found herself staring up into his eyes as he slowly pushed himself inside her. She sighed in pleasure and had to remember to keep her eyes open as that pulse of need lit up all her nerve endings.

  The look in his eyes spoke of domination. That he could do what he wanted with her.

  She liked it. Oh yes. She most definitely did. She wanted to show him how much, though.

  She jutted her chin out and tried to give him a steely and dominating look back as she maneuvered her legs off his shoulders and back around him. Pulling her legs in, she forced him forward and further into her. He countered by pulling out and pinning her hands above her head.

  “Yes,” She told him, tipping her head back as he slid inside her and hit that sweet spot again. She tightened herself around him. He let out a short gasp, then his pace increased as he lost his cool
control. His thrusts became harder, more demanding. In the back of her mind, she wondered what this would be like if Bo had on a mask or if she were blind-folded. The thought made her buck against him, driving him deeper. He kissed her almost possessively, taking in her moan while he thrust in just the right way to hit that sweet spot again. Then he pulled his mouth off hers just as the pressure inside her began to crest again.

  She almost begged him not to stop, but suddenly he jerked on her pinned hands, a reminder that he was in charge. Then he slid himself agonizingly slowly into her while still pinning her arms overhead and looking deep into her eyes. It felt possessive and erotic as hell. For some reason, it sent Courtney over the edge. As he slid home and rocked himself against her, a wave of pure deliciousness crashed over her, and she cried out silently in pleasure as he thrust one more time, then came with her. Her mind became blissfully clear as another wave crashed over her.

  His head dropped to her chest for a moment as they both fought to regain their senses.

  A few minutes later, they were tucked in the bed together. Courtney had stolen his t-shirt from the floor. She now had a leg thrown over his as she lay in the crook of his arm with her head on his shoulder. He was pleasantly dozing, which was fine since Courtney was busy stressing out about their current situation and trying not to show her panic.

  She wanted to just relax into his arms and fall asleep, but she had so many questions. Namely, why had he sounded just like Raife a few minutes before? Had it just been her imagination? Did she want to simplify things so badly that she just imagined him sounding like Raife? Or did Bo and Raife just have a similar turn on of having their partner look them in the eye during sex? Maybe Courtney was just reading too much into this.

  Of course, the other issue was that now she didn’t know where she and Bo stood. Shit. This had been her idea. Though the sex had been fantastic, had it really been a smart move? Had she just stepped into a weird relationship with Bo Ryans?

  She squirmed involuntarily against him as she mentally struggled to figure out her next move.

  “What?” Bo finally said in a sleepy voice.

  She blew out a breath, sending a tendril of hair against Bo that tickled his skin. He opened his eyes, and she again felt that drop in her stomach and a flash of need.

  How did he do that to her?

  “Is this going to be the one and only time we do this or…?”

  Bo shifted to prop his head on one elbow, leaving her to slide her head onto the pillow instead of his shoulder. Courtney wished he’d stayed the way they were, that way she didn’t have to look directly at him. It wasn’t exactly easy to remind him that she wanted to have a relaxed, nonexclusive relationship with him. Not after that mind-blowing sex.

  “You still don’t want to be exclusive?”

  “I just,” she flapped a hand in the air and then let it drop onto the covers. She tried again. “I really like you, Bo. I think dating you could be a lot of fun. But—"

  “But,” he said, looking a little annoyed.

  “But I just got out of a relationship, and I’ve never really had the opportunity to...explore like this.”

  “Was that,” he gestured to take in their recent lovemaking, “not enough?”

  “It’s not that,” she quickly said and looked him in the eyes. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him. “That was fantastic. Better than fantastic even,” she told him with a smile when she ended the kiss.

  He sighed. “But it’s not enough for you to date me exclusively.”

  “Not right now. No. I feel like I need to learn more about myself while I have the opportunity here.”

  “I could help you explore,” he offered in a seductive voice. His hand slid under the covers, then under her t-shirt to gently caress her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple before he ducked his head under the covers and pulled up the shirt, exposing her breast, to cover her nipple with his mouth.

  Her breath caught in her throat at the warm, wet sensation. She was amazed that her body was still ready and responsive. How did Bo do that to her?

  His hands roved further south, swirling a finger around her stomach. Teasing. His mouth left her nipple to trail down her sternum to her stomach and, reluctantly, before he could derail their conversation, she put her hands on both sides of his face and tugged him back out from under the covers.

  Drawing his face towards hers, she kissed him again. Longer and deeper than before. Unfortunately, this just stirred up more longing in her own body, and when he settled his weight on her, his hard penis between her legs, rubbing against her, she realized that the kiss might have been a mistake.

  When he broke the kiss, he looked her in the eyes and said, “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Courtney. Not just like this but all of you. The whole package. Just to myself.”

  She opened her mouth, planning to protest, but he cut her off before she could speak.

  “Okay.”

  Confused, she repeated his word. “Okay?”

  “Yes. I agree to a nonexclusive relationship with you for the duration of your time at the Temple.” He kissed her neck and then pulled his t-shirt over her head, once more exposing her breasts. He took her nipple in his mouth once more, sending that need through her that made her involuntarily open her legs to him. He settled in against her, moving his finger to hover just outside her, while his other hand held her hip against the bed.

  She desperately wanted to push herself onto him, but he was stronger than her and wouldn’t let her. She finally lifted her eyebrow up at him. “Okay…? What’s the catch?”

  He spoke while her nipple was still in his mouth, causing a tickling vibration that made her gasp.

  “One condition,” he said and slowly pushed his finger inside her.

  It took Courtney a second for her brain to catch on that he’d said something. He was definitely making it difficult to concentrate. She wanted more, but his hand on her hip wouldn’t let her take all of him inside her.

  “What?” She finally panted looking down to find her hands in his mussed hair.

  “I said, only on one condition.” He let her nipple slide from his mouth and looked up at her.

  “Okay” she tried not to pant. Then “Yesss,” as he put a second finger inside her and moved it slowly.

  He nibbled her breast, sending eddies of pleasure through her.

  “You could have this all the time, Courtney.” He pulled his finger out of her and moved up the bed to find her mouth with this. He drank deep and finally slid his hard penis fully inside her. She moaned, and he stopped, still filling her. She ached with need and tried to move, but the weight of his hips effectively pinned hers.

  Just to show he was fully in charge, he pushed a tiny bit further into her, his body rubbing her clitoris with the movement, then pulled back that little bit, before doing it again. She grabbed his ass and tried to pull him into her once again. But he managed to stay where he was, filling her up but not moving against her in stimulation.

  Somehow his being completely in charge was more of a turn on than Courtney had thought. She immediately made a mental note to up her kink level to a three with Raife.

  “My terms are these...” He rocked forward that little bit and back again, making Courtney pant with desire. “Are you listening?”

  “Yes!” Courtney said, wishing he’d stop talking and start moving again. She wasn’t sure she could take this.

  “Good.” He rocked forward again, and Courtney gasped, sure she was going to go sailing over the edge soon. “I don’t require you to be exclusive with me for sex as long as what you do stays here at the Temple.” He was panting with need now, too. Wanting to move and feel himself inside her. She made his veins sing, and he wanted to hold her while simultaneously making her moan and gasp and pant with pleasure. Pleasure he gave her.

  “But no dating outside of that. To the outside world, we’ll officially be dating. And I agree to the same terms, but I won’t be having sex with anyone oth
er than you.”

  Finally, finally, he pulled his hips back and then forward again.

  “Mmm,” Courtney said, not in thought but more in pleasure when he finally moved, sending that pulse through her that said her body was setting up for climax if he would just get into a damn rhythm already!

  Was this what she wanted? Sex and a relationship with Bo Ryans while she had a little fun on the side with Raife and maybe some other people here at the Temple?

  It seemed about as good a deal as she would get. Looking defiantly into his eyes, she tried to sound strong, which was marred by her uneven breathing as she said, “Agreed. For the duration of my stay at the Temple.”

  His smile was oh-so-delicious as he paired it with moving his hips to start up a real pace. “Good. Let’s seal the deal.” He was truly panting now, moving them more quickly to the edge.

  Courtney’s body had been waiting for just that. He still had her hips pinned, staying in charge of their movements. He grabbed her wrists in his hands and yanked them above her head to pin them against the bed again. She felt herself almost come just from that move of domination.

  Reading that she liked him being in charge, Bo paused his movements once more. Courtney moaned in protest as he slid out and didn’t fill her back up right away. Putting his weight on the hand that held her wrists, his other hand slid around her throat, first caressing then squeezing just a little. Her eyes snapped fully open, and her mouth formed an “O.” Bo read the surprise in her eyes and immediately relaxed his fingers around her throat.

  Maybe it had been too much?

  Courtney stared up at him, realizing that she had actually liked being choked a little.

  “Don’t stop,” she roughly told him. “Do it again, Bo.”

  His hand tightened again around her throat, not enough to choke her but enough to let her know she was his. He couldn’t help but thrust himself inside her. Hard. Once. Twice. Then he got control of himself again before he accidently finished before her.