Blake walks us towards the bathroom where I see a huge Jacuzzi style bathtub filled with water and bubbles.
I tug his hand to get him to turn and face me.
"How did you do all this?"
He lets out a laugh and pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around me.
"Sadie, I have my ways. I told you earlier I wanted to make this night special for you."
"Oh my god, Blake, you've done so much; thank you."
"The night is just getting started; don't thank me yet," he says, leaning over the tub to test the water. "It's the perfect temperature."
He lets me go and walks back into the bedroom. I follow him into the bedroom and watch as he grabs the champagne bottle and plate of strawberries.
"We'll need these in here," he says, carrying the items back into the bathroom.
I stand perfectly still and watch as he gets everything ready.
"Come here, beautiful girl," he calls from the bathroom.
I saunter back into the bathroom and see that he's already starting to take off his jacket.
He really is the most attractive man I've ever seen, and knowing that he's mine sends a wave of sexual desire through me.
"Let me help you with that," I say, stepping closer to him.
"Please do," he replies, letting his hands fall to his sides.
I begin to untie his bow tie and slowly remove it from around his neck. He watches my every move as I toss it onto the counter top.
A smile forms across my lips and I start to work on his shirt. With every button I open, I'm able to see more and more of his smooth and sensual skin. I slide the shirt off his shoulders and watch as it falls to the floor. I run my hands down his arms and move my fingers over his bare chest. He's muscular and I just can't get enough of him. I slide my hands down to his toned abs and my body begins craving his touch.
His ability to keep his hands to himself is unnerving.
My fingers go to his buckle and I slide the belt through the loops until it's finally off. I take his pant's button between my fingers and unbutton them, pull down the zipper, and slide his pants down around his ankles while I drop to my knees.
I look up at him through my veiled lashes and give him a coy grin. I slowly, yet sexually, run my hands from his calves to his thighs until they stop on his now erect penis.
He's oh so ready for me and I can hardly wait to taste him. I lick the tip of his cock and savor the taste of pre-cum on my tongue.
He moves his hands and grabs my hair as I take him into my mouth. I caress him with my tongue until he is fully coated in my saliva. He lets out a moan and it encourages me to take him deeper.
I suck him all the way in until I can feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat. I slide him out of my mouth and trail my tongue along his pulsing vein while purring, creating a subtle vibration.
When I reach the tip of his length, I swirl my tongue around the top and suck it all back in until I've deep throated every inch of him. I continue this teasing movement of pleasure for a few more moments.
I know he's getting closer the harder I suck, lick and graze my teeth along his girth. He tightens his hold on my hair and starts to pump in and out, fucking my mouth. He lets out a loud groan as he comes undone.
I swallow his warm, delicious juices until I've sucked him dry.
He pulls me up to stand next to him, watching as I lick my lips. He kisses me hard, we groan out in pleasure, enjoying the tastes in my mouth.
I feel his hands grabbing my ass, touching my back, and slowly running his fingertips up and down my arms.
We pull away from one another and I look up to see those blue eyes staring down at me. He reaches down for the bottom of my dress and lifts it over my head. He unfastens the back of my bra and grabs my ass, lifting me up on top of the counter. He kneels in front of me and spreads my legs with his hands and moves between my thighs. His fingers run down my collar bone to my breasts. He squeezes them and takes a nipple into his mouth. He bites, sucks, and licks me all the while the wetness between my legs begins to grow.
"Now it's my turn to see how sweet you taste," he growls, pushing his two fingers into my aching pussy.
He pulls them out and licks them clean. "You, my beautiful girl, are delicious."
I watch as he tears my panties off and dives into my warmth with his tongue.
The feeling of intense pleasure hits me hard and I lean back against the mirror for support while I grab his hair. The way he moves his tongue against my clit is sensational. He licks, sucks, and fucks me with his mouth. I pull his head in closer to me; a signal that I'm close. He bites down on my clit and within seconds I'm falling apart.
He looks up at me with hooded lids and stands, pulling me forward, away from the mirror. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he lifts me off of the counter, turns us and slams me up against the cool tile wall. He positions me onto his rock hard erection and the feel of him thrusting into me drives me crazy.
I clench my muscles together and use my legs for leverage as I ride up and down him while he pumps himself in and out of me.
I need to feel him completely.
I lean into him and suck on his bottom lip until he opens his mouth inviting my tongue to dance with his.
I love the way he tastes, my cum mixed with his, and I love the way our bodies connect.
It doesn't take us long until we are both reaching our climax. He slides our bodies down the wall and I curl into his body.
He runs his fingertips up and down my back and I nuzzle my face into his neck.
"I think we just wasted our warm bath," I whisper into his ear.
"No Sadie, I'd never think that a moment we share together is wasted. You have no idea how much you mean to me, beautiful girl."
He's right; I don't have a clue. We've never spoken of our relationship; it's not a topic we've approached in the past.
Pulling my face away from his, he looks me in the eyes. He places a gentle kiss on my lips and pulls me closer to him.
"Why don't I fill up the tub with some warm water and we can enjoy a bath with our champagne and strawberries.
I nod at him, "that sounds great."
He reaches for a heated fluffy white towel and wraps it around me while he prepares the bath.
I move to the counter and begin to unravel the foil on the top of the bottle. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, to help me with the cork.
"Here, let me help you with that; I can't have my girl getting hurt."
I lean up against him and yet again I fall even harder for him.
The subtle phrases he's been using tonight make me want to tell him that I've fallen in love with him. I want him as more than just a fuck buddy. I need for him to know that I'm in this relationship one hundred percent. I don't want any other man in my life but him.
Together we pop the cork of the champagne and the liquid flows out of the bottle and onto our hands.
He slips my fingers into his mouth and licks off the spilled champagne, "you always taste so good."
"Mmmm," I purr.
I watch as he goes to throw out the cork.
"Wait, don't toss that cork. I want to keep it."
"You want to keep the cork?" He asks.
"Of course I do. I want to remember our first Valentine's Day together."
"It's not just our first Valentine's Day together, it's the first of many."
The way those words come from his lips, that sexy as hell voice, sends chills throughout my body.
I look up at him through the mirror and smile.
"Come on, beautiful girl, let's pour some champagne and enjoy our strawberries in the bath."
I lift both glasses, allowing him to pour the Dom Perignon. I set each glass down on the tile surrounding the tub and reach for the strawberries before he pulls the towel from my body.
He enters the tub first and holds out his hand to help me step in next to him.
We sit in the tub facing one another
, sipping on champagne, and feeding one another pieces of fruit.
After what feels like hours, we decide to get out and relax by the fire.
Blake helps to dry us both off and wraps me in a luxurious white terry cloth bathrobe. I reach for our glasses and he grabs the, now almost empty, bottle of champagne.
Once out in the living room, he starts a fire and places pillows on top of the soft, plush carpet. We fill our glasses with what is left in the bottle and take a seat on top of the pillows.
"I'd like to make one final toast for the night," he says.
I smile at him, listening intently.
"I hope you've enjoyed our evening together. I have one last surprise for you, but I want to make sure it's something that you'll want. So, before I give it to you there's something I want to tell you."
My eyes are locked on his and my stomach is starting to do flip flops.
I nod my head, encouraging him to go on.
"I know we don't express our feelings to one another often, but, Sadie, you've become such an important part of my life. I've become a better man since I met you and I can't imagine a day without you in it. The past year we've spent together has been the best of my life. I want to continue enjoying my life with you by my side."
A smile begins to creep across my face and I want to tell him so badly that I feel the same way.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you mean so much to me, Sadie."
I can tell that he's beginning to get nervous. The expression on his face isn't one I've seen often, but it warms my heart to know how special he's trying to make this moment for us. I reach for his glass and set both of ours down on the hearth in front of the fireplace. I move in closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck. Placing my lips against his, I can taste the champagne and strawberries. I slowly slide my tongue along the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth. We passionately kiss for a few moments before I lay him back against the pillows. I straddle his hips and open his robe. It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to become fully erect and I slide myself down onto him.
I want this to be different; it's not just a quick fuck anymore.
I want this to be the first time we make love together, our first time for many things.
I want this man to be mine forever; it's clear how we both feel about each other, and it's time to share it with him.
Grinding myself down onto his length, I lift myself up and down as he thrusts himself into me. I lean down to place my lips on his and our tongues twist together; our bodies one.
We are so in sync that our orgasms reach their full peak at the same time. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps his arms around me.
After the most perfect evening together, the pure passion we just shared; I need to tell him how I feel.
I sit up, wrapping my robe around my cooling skin.
Looking into Blake's eyes, I reach for his hands and curl myself into his lap.
"I have something I've wanted to tell you, too," I say, looking into his eyes, into his soul.
"Sadie, you know you can tell me anything," he replies.
I pull myself closer to him so that our noses are almost touching.
"I love the way we fit together. I love the way I feel when I'm around you. I love you, Blake, you and only you."
He takes in a deep breath and lets out a sigh of relief.
"I love you, too, beautiful girl. I'll love you today, tomorrow, and forever."
He reaches over to the side table where a teal box, wrapped with a white bow, is sitting.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, handing the box to me.
My hands are shaking; I can't imagine what's in this Tiffany & Co. box.
"Open it," he says with a grin.
I untie the bow and open the box to find a beautiful ring.
"It's breathtaking, Blake," I exclaim.
"I hope you like it. It's a pink sapphire, wrapped in diamonds and set in a platinum band. It's in the shape of a heart, because you are my heart."
I jump into his arms.
"I love it; it's perfect."
"No, Sadie, you're my perfect, beautiful girl and I love you."
"I love you too, Blake, Happy Valentine's Day."
Holding Onto You
Alex Laybourne
The sound of drunken revelry echoed around the streets, yet it was but background noise for the occupants of room 214 at The Royal Chase Hotel in central Amsterdam. For them, the celebrations in the street were of no consequence. The lovers were too busy to pay attention to the goings on of the world around them, anyhow. Their bodies lay entwined within the rich, Egyptian cotton sheets, their skin sleek with sweat, their embrace tender. Yet the movements within it were fierce, driven by a passion that burned hotter with each passing day.
The only time they faltered in their lust was when without warning, the world fell silent. They didn't stop, but found themselves pulled from reality for a moment; thrown into a world where only they existed. The touch of their bodies created warmth; the driving force of their hips as each thrust themselves forwards. Living and dying on each and every stroke, they were brought ever closer to the cusp of simultaneous ecstasy. It was the kind of high that no drug could buy; the euphoria of a powerful, full body orgasm.
The sound of their love grew as did the pace of Oliver's thrusts, his hips finding not only their familiar yet always pleasurable pacing, but the rhythm that told Claire all she needed to know. He had let go of the world, submitted to the desires of the human spirit and was hers once more. Even if just for that night, he was hers. Opening her legs even further, stretching herself to drive even more of his cock deep inside her, Claire gave a cry of delight as the wave of the orgasmic tide began to build.
The countdown had begun, and as their cries reached a fever pitch, and they lost all control of their mind, body and soul, the world came thundering back to life. The silence dissolved and gave way to a barrage of cheers, and wave after wave of window-rattling, bed-shaking explosions.
As the New Year celebrations began and the coloured bursts of phosphorous glee filled the air, the couple prepared to plunge over the edge and tumble into the abyss. Their naked bodies were painted an array of colours, and they were transformed from a man and woman caught in the throes of lust, becoming wild beasts with plumes every colour of the rainbow sprouting from their bodies. The congress transcended and in time with crescendo of booms coming from the skies above, Oliver thrust deeper and deeper into his love, their bodies slapping together until he exploded with a primitive roar, filling her hungry snatch with the unbridled proof of his love for her.
A grand finale of colour filled the sky and silenced the partygoers, just as Claire too rode the orgasm to his leg twitching finish.
Lying side by side their bodies glistening, they held hands and stared at one another. Smiling, they found themselves unable to keep their eyes open, their energy spent on passion. They drifted off to sleep, eyes locked on one another, there was no other sight either would rather see as the ended their days, or started the next one.
"Happy New Year!" Oliver whispered as Claire fell away, with him following soon thereafter.
* * *
Claire stood at the sink holding the mug of coffee in her hands, but somehow failing to raise it to her lips in the intended motion. She had been that way for the last twenty minutes. Her gaze was transfixed on the icicle that hung from the window of their apartment on the outskirts of London. It was only the middle of January, but the winter had already started to wane; a thaw building, that promised to bring a sustained mild period that would wash away all traces of the winter wonderland they had been living in since the start of December. Water ran down the icicle's undulating surface like the tears that Claire had yet to notice rolling down her cheek. She may have been staring at the icicle, but her thoughts were focused on Oliver. Not on him individually, but on them, as a couple. Ever since New Year they had once again been drifting apart. It had been t
he story of their relationship for the past seven years. There was never any question about their devotion to one another, but at times it felt as though the only thing that truly brought them together was sex. Twice a week, three if their schedules allowed, they spent the night entwined. Their lovemaking was incredible. Claire would not even begin to complain about that. She had been in several relationships, but never had she experienced a passion that burned with such intensity.
Claire knew what she had been getting involved with when they first met. It had been at a conference after all. Both were professionals, Oliver a doctor, working long hours to secure his residency in Emergency Medicine, which had soon led to a fellowship that included even longer hours and even more stress. Yet through it all, his cool blue eyes had never darkened. Sure, they fought, who didn't, but never had he taken it out on her. He was still the same man with whom she had fallen in love. He was tall, strong and loved her more than life itself. He didn't have a six-pack; he wasn't one of the lads, as most of her previous partners had been. He was an everyday, hardworking guy. He gave one hundred percent to everything. It was just sometimes a relationship as complex as theirs needed more than one hundred percent, more than one person could possibly give. Their relationship had at times deteriorated to nothing more than a few single sentences exchanged as they passed in the hallway. They had gone weeks without eating a meal together.
Claire was a sales representative for a pharmaceutical company; she travelled a lot, and worked long hours much like Oliver, and try as they might, their schedules seldom seemed to be in sync.
They both knew that things had to change. Their careers were set, their love was set, but something in the middle, the substance that made life what it was was absent, and without it, they were headed towards disaster.
Pouring her coffee down the sink, Claire turned and shook the thoughts from her head. She always got like that ahead of a trip. She worried that one day sex would stop being enough.
Her bag stood by the door, her passport perched on top, left there by Oliver, along with a note, hand written in his best attempt at legible scribble.
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