Back to Life Series Box Set

by Danielle Allen

  We walked to the door and were greeted by Bennett and Whitney making out right in front of the doorway. Breaking away, they looked at us with wide eyes. At least Whitney had the decency to look embarrassed. But of course, Bennett didn’t have any decency.

  “How are you going to look at your boss on Monday morning knowing she knows what you’re about to do to me?” Bennett laughed in a loud whisper.

  “Bennett!” Whitney exclaimed with a giggle. Looking down and covering her mouth with her hand.

  “That’s enough Bennett,” Ty said with a warning tone.

  I rolled my eyes and walked past them toward my loft. Ty was close on my heels. After we got inside, we headed straight to the kitchen and put the tray on the counter. We looked at each other at the same time and erupted in laughter.

  “Oh my God!” I bellowed, laughing harder. “My boyfriend’s best friend and my secretary saw me braless with my hair a mess. Whitney and I never talk about my personal life ever and now she’s seen it firsthand!” I complained.

  “Sahara, I went downstairs half naked with a bat so I feel you!” Ty shook his head.

  We were both quiet for a minute, staring out into the living room, before he broke the silence. “That’s not how I wanted our first time together to go.”

  “I know baby. It’s not your fault. Unexpected visitors ruined an amazing start to a night I won’t ever forget,” I smiled at him lovingly.

  “And it’s only the beginning,” Ty alluded sexily as he pulled me into him and kissed me. His lips parted as he enticed my mouth with his tongue. I wanted to ask what he meant but my entire body instantly forgot all about what he just said and the Bennett and Whitney fiasco when his tongue met mine. My skin was set ablaze as his fingertips trailed up my arms, underneath the sleeves of his T-shirt. When he brought his fingers back down, he leaned back and looked at me. He pushed my hair away from my face and said, “I love you.”

  “I love you too baby,” I said dreamily as I got lost in his chestnut eyes surrounded by long lashes.

  “I’ve had this whole weekend planned out baby. Tonight was just supposed to be phase one. I was going to give you a massage and feed you fruit and cheese for dessert. That was all we were going to do.” He brushed his lips against mine again, causing my eyes to flutter shut.

  He continued softly, “But then you came over in that sexy outfit…doing that sexy dance… singing that sexy song.” His voice trailed off as he punctuated each of his words with kisses. A chill ran through me even though my body was on fire.

  “Now, tonight is the massage. The next three days are going to be…a surprise, my love,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to try to control myself during the massage.” With that, he kissed me one final time before he put the fruit and cheese in the refrigerator and led me upstairs.

  “I want you,” I said as he pressed his body close to mine as we stood in front of the bed.

  “I want you too baby girl. But tonight, I’m going to give you a massage and relax you.”

  He pulled the T-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them over my hips and down my legs. Standing up, he held my arms so that I could stay balanced as I stepped out of the jeans. I stood before him in my nighty and nothing else. His eyes glazed over with lust as he lifted my nighty over my head to expose my entire body.

  Ty took me by the hand and spun me around slowly. When my back faced him, he pulled my naked body up against him. I could feel how hard he was through the sweatpants he wore. The butterflies deep in my belly caused me to clench tight.

  “Close your eyes,” he whispered into my ear before kissing me right behind my earlobe. When my eyes closed, I felt the satin scarf wrap around my head. “Is that too tight?” he asked as he secured the scarf over my eyes.

  “No,” I responded, my voice sounded breathy. When he kissed my neck, my knees buckled a little. I got that heady feeling that I always get when I’m around him. Moving me forward, he guided me onto the bed, on my belly. He positioned me in the center of the bed and then he was gone.

  A couple minutes passed and I heard him in the room but he wasn’t near me. Where he needs to be, I thought with a squirm. “Baby?” I murmured as I lay naked in the middle of my bed.

  ‘Breathe’ flowed through the speakers again. “I’m here. I’m right here.” I felt the bed dip as he climbed back over top of me. I felt the warming oil as it splattered across my skin. I could smell the vanilla scent as it wafted up to my nose. He started with my lower back and worked his way up. Making slow, deliberate circles, his strong hands dug into my skin, relaxing my muscles. He alternated between going hard and deep, releasing the tension built up in my muscles and swiping his hands, letting his fingers flutter across my skin. The latter heightened the deep ache I felt between my thighs. I wanted him in every way.

  Ty moved to the end of the bed and massaged my feet. He worked his hands up my calves. He added more oil and made his way to my thighs. His fingers gripped my thigh muscles and focused all of his attention there. Kneading my thighs, I felt his thumbs get closer and closer to me. And just when I thought I was going to get touched where my body begged to be touched, Ty moved up and massaged each my butt cheeks. Adding more oil, he worked his way up my back and down my arms.

  This feels so good… this feels so good, I thought as I let out indecipherable noises of approval.

  “You like that baby girl?” Ty asked as he finished my hand.

  “Yes,” I moaned, completely relaxed. Between the orgasms earlier and this massage, I’m tired!

  “Good…now roll over.” He was so close and his breath tickled my ear.

  I rolled onto my back and felt the oil drizzled across my breasts and down my belly. My nipples got even harder as the oil ran across the peaks. His hands started with my legs, working the front with the same care and sensuality as he did the back. Climbing out of the bed, he was back in less than a minute. Opening my legs, he put one on each side of him. Hmmm, I feel his bare legs against mine. He must have taken off his sweat pants, I thought as my body clenched tightly at the mental image.

  He put more oil on my body and then gently rubbed across my belly. He massaged the oil in a sweeping motion, gradually moving up. He circled around my breasts and massaged my neck. Once all of the tension from that region was gone, he moved to my breasts. Alternating between circular rubbing and gentle pinching of my nipples, my body hummed from the sensation of him playing with my breasts.

  I felt the bed dip near my shoulders, but I got a jolt from the closeness of his lips to mine when he said, “All done.”

  He helped me take my blindfold off and he had lit candles. The music that swirled around the room competed with the loud hum of my body. I looked into his eyes and I got overwhelmed. I felt like I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I started taking deep breaths, willing my heart rate to slow down. My eyes watered so I shut them tightly, trying to calm down.

  “What’s wrong baby girl?” Ty said gently.

  I took a deep, ragged breath. “I just… I can’t breathe.”

  He pulled me into a sitting position. He was just wearing boxer briefs and they did nothing to disguise his massive hard-on. We faced each other and as concern filled his eyes, tears filled mine. “What’s wrong Sahara?” he repeated, imploring me with his words, his eyes, his touch.

  What could I say to this perfect man in front of me to describe how I feel? How could I explain my feelings? I thought, fighting back tears. “Um, I don’t want to ruin this night. I’m okay.” I leaned up to kiss him.

  “Tonight, minus Bennett’s intrusion, was exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted. Nothing could ruin this night, Sahara. So what’s on your mind baby girl?” he beseeched me with his eyes, wanting the truth. So I gave it to him.

  “I just feel overwhelmed because you make me feel so loved. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time. I haven’t felt taken care of in a long time. I haven’t felt as happy as I am with you in a long time
. And I look at you sometimes and I know I didn’t do anything to deserve you. The way I’ve ruined…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I took a deep ragged breath and fought back the tears.

  I closed my eyes until the tears subsided before I continued, “I’m just tired baby…you got me off repeatedly and you relaxed my body completely with that massage.” I kissed him. “I just got overwhelmed with my emotions. That’s all.” I sheepishly smiled at him and dropped my eyes.

  “You are so hard on yourself baby girl,” Ty whispered, tilting my head up so he could search my eyes. “If anything, I don’t deserve you. But together, we make so much sense. I love you so much,” he continued gently, overtaking my lips with his. Laying me back against the pillow, my mind cleared as the kiss deepened. And as it had been since the day I met him, being with Ty brushed all unpleasant thoughts away.

  Eventually, the kiss ended when Ty rolled me on my side. He kissed the back of my neck and trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder. He pulled my body against his as he got situated behind me. Dear God, please forgive me for my pass transgressions and allow me to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible, I prayed. The last thing I remembered was him cuddling me as I drifted to sleep.

  Chapter 14

  “Ty come quick, look at this!” I yelled to Ty from the balcony of our suite at The Hotel Plaza Athénée. “Who’s doing fireworks this close to midnight? Or is this all part of phase three?” I giggled with excitement as I watched a random fireworks display dance across the sky. Absolutely beautiful, I thought looking out at the beautiful view of New York City.

  Ty had planned an elaborate birthday weekend for me. According to Ty, Phase One, Friday night, was the romantic night in his loft that was interrupted. The orgasms and the massage made up for that tenfold! I grinned at the memory. Saturday morning, I woke up to breakfast in bed. He made bacon and eggs and had a large white envelope on the tray with the words “Phase Two” scrawled across the front. When I opened the envelope, it held a handwritten note that said:

  You are the most important person in my life. You have no idea how amazing you are so for your birthday weekend, it will be all about you. Pack a bag.

  I love you.

  Ty

  Ty didn’t tell me where we were going, but I trusted him and I let him tell me what style of clothing to pack. When we arrived in NYC, I was a ball of excitement. But when we pulled up to the hotel, I was stunned into silence. The hotel was exquisite—the lobby way more opulent than the last museum I visited—with beautiful murals on the walls. The hotel was a work of art as was the one bedroom deluxe suite. But the view from the balcony was breathtaking.

  Just as Ty came out onto the balcony, another wave of fireworks burst to life over the buildings, lighting up the sky. I felt his arms circle around me and I inhaled his scent. His hands traveled across the span of my hips. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and let out a contented sigh. “This is nice. This whole weekend has been amazing baby.”

  I gushed, “Sightseeing and four different galleries Saturday afternoon and the rooftop lounge that night… And today, my God, MoMA was everything I’ve always dreamed it to be. And then the Broadway show followed by dinner at that jazz spot tonight.” I turned around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thank you,” I said softly, leaning in to kiss him.

  “You’re welcome. I’m glad you are enjoying yourself, baby girl. But the night isn’t over yet. Once you come inside, I promise to make things even better,” Ty flirted as he kissed me, catching my bottom lip and sucking slightly.

  I shivered and felt his touch all the way to my core. “Lead the way.” After the missed opportunity on Friday, I can tell that Ty has been restraining himself. Last night and this morning when I got out of the shower, I could feel his lust-filled eyes on me. So maybe tonight is the night, I thought hopefully.

  Ty took my hand and we left the balcony and walked through the living room, straight to the bedroom. I squeezed his hand because my excitement was palpable and it couldn’t be contained. Grabbing my shoulders, Ty positioned me in the middle of the room, with my back toward the bed. I grinned at him, anticipation mixed with eagerness resulted in a smile so big, my cheeks hurt. I love this man with everything I have, I thought.

  “Baby girl,” he breathed as he took my cheeks in both of his hands, cupping my face.

  “I love when you call me that,” I sighed as I leaned my head into his hand.

  “And I love you.” Ty emphasized the words by speaking slowly.

  The butterflies in my stomach spread at the sweetness of his words. “I love you too Ty,” I murmured dreamily.

  Ty looked over my shoulder at the clock and smiled brightly, “Happy Birthday!” He leaned in and kissed me. As the kiss grew deeper, I rubbed my body against his provocatively. I could feel the stirring between my legs and knew I couldn’t wait one more night. I love him even more for respecting me and for waiting for me and for wanting our first time together to be special… I love him for all of those things. But him being so amazing only makes me want him that much more, I thought as I snaked my hand between us and ran my hand down the front of his pants.

  Ty jumped slightly under my touch and made a noise deep in his throat. “Sahara…” he groaned as he wrapped his hand in my hair. He tugged at the root of my hair and caused my head to fall back. He took that opportunity to kiss from the base of my neck around to my ear. He nipped at my earlobe before he whispered, “I have something for you.” I shivered at both his words and the feel of his kiss. He unraveled his hand from my hair and walked to his luggage. He pulled out a book sized box beautifully wrapped in metallic wrapping paper.

  “Baby, you’ve already done so much for me this weekend. From everything at Libby Lofts to everything we’ve done since we’ve been in New York. I can’t accept anything else,” I squeaked, eyes wide.

  Walking up to me with his usual confident stride, my breath caught in my chest. Looking unnervingly handsome and unbelievably sexy, he wore burgundy tailored dress pants with a white button up shirt. His burgundy, dark grey and white striped tie was still tucked into his burgundy vest. His grey jacket was unbuttoned and completed his look. “Sahara, this is for you,” Ty lifted the box up higher. “And you will accept it. What you give me pales in comparison to all of this. Take your gift,” he commanded with a sexy smile that sent volts of energy through my body.

  I smiled and shook my head in disbelief. “You are so good to me,” my eyes shined with happiness as I took the package out of his hand. “Look at this wrap job! I already love it! Did you wrap it yourself?”

  Ty laughed, “No, I’m talented in a lot of things, but wrapping gifts is not one of them.”

  I laughed loudly and bumped him with my hip. “Will you hold it so I can open it carefully?”

  “Anything for you.” He slipped out of his jacket and tossed it on the coffee table.

  I grinned at him and put the box in his palms. Carefully opening the paper, I pulled out a solid black box. Slowly opening the box, I came face to face with a round cut solitaire diamond necklace with a white gold chain and matching diamond studs. I gasped and covered my mouth. “Baby…baby it’s beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he declared.

  I lifted my eyes to his and the whole room started to spin. I removed my hand from over my open mouth and touched his cheek. Pulling his face down to meet mine, I kissed him sweetly. I removed the wrapping paper and jewelry set box out of his hands and on to the coffee table. I kissed him again, this time more forcefully. The need, desire, and anticipation propelled me forward as I started to grind against him. His hands pulled at my hair and then traveled down my back as his tongue pushed against mine.

  When we broke the kiss, I took a step back. I peeled off the Robert Rodriguez black mesh panel flounce dress and tossed it on the coffee table. Standing in a white strapless plunge bra with black lace detailing, white barely there matching G-string panties, and white Prada pumps with a black cr
isscross strap around the ankle, I moved my lusty gaze up the length of him. By the time I reached his face, I noticed his sparkling brown eyes were hungrily devouring my body. I sat down on the bed and scooted to the middle. I looked back at him and waited. It took him only a second to recognize and accept my invitation.

  As he pulled off his tie, he licked his lips seductively. Putting on ‘Whenever Wherever Whatever,’ he quickly undressed, uncrossed my legs, and crawled between them. His naked body felt so hot against mine. He kissed me before he moaned against my mouth, “I was trying to wait for your birthday baby girl. You made it so hard for me. All of those nights with you lying next to me braless, wearing those short shorts.” His eyes dropped to my lips and then my breasts and then back to my eyes. He kissed me again, sliding his hand down the side of my body.

  Ty sat back on his knees and pulled my wet panties down my legs. He tossed them off the side of the bed before he leaned up and removed my bra, tossing that as well. He ran his hands down my belly, resting them on my hips. Taking my right leg, he put it on his shoulder and kissed my ankle. I shut my eyes and felt the sensation of him kissing down my leg, past my knee, and up my thighs. He moved to the left leg and kissed his way up. When he got to my knee, I was surprised by his thumb as it entered me. “God, you’re wet,” he groaned against my ankle. Removing his thumb slowly, he trailed it over my sensitive sex before reentering it inside me.

  I moaned and rotated my hips against his hand. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want him in this moment, I acknowledged as I opened my eyes. He intensely watched me with lust filled interest as he replaced his thumb with two of his fingers and found my g-spot. The familiar pull caused me to moan and close my eyes again. The hunger and longing I’d felt for this man culminated into that moment.

  “Sahara, tell me what you want for your birthday,” Ty asked quietly through gritted teeth.

  “I want you,” I panted. My voice trailed off in a raspy breath as I felt his tongue replace his fingers. His fingers returned when his mouth found my sensitive bundle of nerves and he toyed with it. Kissing his way up my body, he found my hard nipples and sucked them with the same wet suction and gentle strength. No man has ever made me this hot before. Not even…, I couldn’t even finish the thought because Ty’s expertise maneuvered over my body in a way that eliminated thoughts of any other man.