YOURS TRULY

by Bella Grant

  “Seth!” I cried out his name because that one touch blasted shards of pleasure straight to my clit.

  “I tried to be patient,” he murmured against my neck where his lips left wet trails. “I didn’t want to rush you, Robyn, but I feel like I won’t last the night if I don’t have you.”

  “Yes!” I gasped, pressing my ass against him and gyrating my hips a little.

  “We don’t have to have sex,” he murmured, sucking on my earlobe. “But I want to spread your legs and feast on you so badly.”

  I went weak in the knees and grasped at the doors in front of me to pull them closed, so I could lean against it for support. Seth didn’t pause his onslaught on me but continued raining kisses along my neck.

  He spun me around to face him and captured my lips with his. “Tell me this is what you want, Robyn,” he murmured against my lips. “Tell me you want me, please.”

  “Yes,” I moaned as he kneaded my breasts. “I want you so much, Seth. So much.”

  Those were the only words he needed. Pressing me back into the door, I grabbed the front of his jacket as I had wanted to do earlier and pulled him even closer to me. He licked my tongue with his, sucking me into his mouth while reaching down behind me to cup my generous ass. He hauled me up against him, and his thick cock was like steel, throbbing against my belly.

  I ran my hands down his chest to seize the hard, male flesh seeking attention. I dug my fingers into the material of his trousers to get a firmer grip on his rod as I massaged. He groaned and kissed my cheekbones. My head fell back to give him access to my neck. I was leaning heavily against the door by the time he pulled down the bodice of my dress, tugging on the material until he revealed the round full breasts concealed insides. My nipples peaked before he touched them.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as he brushed the tips of my breasts with his fingers. He plied and plucked the nipples as though preparing them for something. He lifted me to the tips of my toes so he could enclose his lips over my aureole and suck the nipple into his mouth. Wetness oozed between my legs in preparation of what was sure to come.

  After thoroughly pleasing my left breast, he turned to the twin peak and rivaled the treatment he had given the first. I didn’t remember my breasts every being this sensitive, but with every tug of his lips, electric jolts ran through my body, with every scrape of his teeth, my knees weakened more.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress and pulling it down. “So damn beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine. Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!” I gasped and would have admitted to murder in that moment as he took his time pulling the dress from my body. The piece of clothing finally pooled about my feet. I stood before him in nothing but a black lace thong soaked with my arousal.

  “Spread those legs for me, baby,” he instructed, and his voice was so husky and authoritative, I instantly obeyed. I watched his dark head in fascination as he trailed kisses over my quivering flat belly. He kissed my navel and between my legs.

  “You want me,” he murmured as though he couldn’t believe it. He buried his face in my crotch, which I’d shaved earlier when I took a shower before we left for the party. He located my clit and sucked at the nub with the thin cloth of the thong in his mouth. I gasped and reached a hand out to balance on his shoulder as he continued sucking.

  “Seth, please,” I begged him impatiently, wanting him to divest me of the underwear.

  He smirked as he hooked the waistband of my underwear with his fingers and pulled them down my thighs and legs. I kicked them off to one side, not caring where they landed. Seth grasped my left leg and draped it over his shoulder and lengthened and flattened his tongue through the folds of my pussy.

  A low moan emitted from my throat. He didn’t let me get accustomed to the feel of him between my legs. Flickering his tongue into the tight entrance of my body, he toyed with me, using his mouth in ways I never knew a man could. His movements were deliberate, so I knew this wasn’t an accident. Seth knew exactly what he was doing, knew how to hold a woman’s attention in the bedroom as he was holding mine now.

  He supported my waist and lifted me off my feet. I draped my other foot over his shoulder as well. His tongue tortured my clit as he walked us over to the bed. Instead of letting me down to lie on my back, he lay on the bed with me on top of him.

  I sat up, crouching over his head and throwing my head back as he devoured me. I reached behind me to grasp his cock and massage him through his pants. I began gyrating on his face when his tongue lashed an inferno deep inside me. My breathing became shallow and harsh to my ears, mingling with the slurping sounds of his mouth.

  My body jerked and my cries became even louder. Head thrown back, I was amazed at the force of my climax. He intensified it by reaching up to my breasts and squeezing my nipples hard enough to sting but not to hurt. Blinding lights flashed before my eyes.

  “Oh God!” I gasped when I my orgasm subsided. “Oh God, Seth.”

  He kissed the insides of my thighs before rolling me over onto my back and crouching over me to place sweet kisses on my lips.

  “Now that was something, wasn’t it?” he commented with a satisfied grin.

  “I want you,” I told him, stroking the scarred side of his face. “All of you.”

  The second he realized what I meant, the humor fled his eyes and he perused my face. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice sounding like a man who wanted to shout for joy at news but was questioning if it was real.

  So I decided to show him just how real it was.

  Seth

  When Robyn urged me to sit up and reached for the buttons at the front of my vest, I swallowed hard. I hadn’t expected her to return the favor. The most I had dared to hope for was that she would allow me to give her immense pleasure, then I’d take care of myself in the bathroom when she returned to her room.

  “Robyn, you don’t have to,” I told her, thinking about the scars on the left side of my body. Not only my face had been damaged in the accident. I had a jagged tear to my side which had healed, but not as smoothly as I would have wanted.

  “Shh, you talk too much,” she murmured, kissing my neck in pretty much the same way I had hers. I realized she paid no special attention to either side of my body. She didn’t avoid the scars on my skin; her tongue flicked over the puckered flesh as well as the smooth. I swallowed the lump in my throat. She truly was amazing.

  I didn’t try to stop her anymore but helped her remove the rest of my clothing. Far too many articles of clothing. When I was finally undressed, she planted a hand in the center of my chest and pushed me so I lay flat on my back. I was enthralled by her and how sexy she looked straddling me. Her earlier shyness had vanished. She reached up to pull the pins from her hair and let the dark mass fall about her shoulders. Stretching over me, she dropped the pins on the bedside table, and with her nipples hovering over my face, I couldn’t help sucking one nipple into my mouth.

  “Hmm,” she moaned then pushed my head back playfully. “Uh uh uh. You already had your share.”

  “It’s not enough,” I strangled out as she kissed a path down my chest. Her hands fanned over my muscles, caressing my shoulders and biceps. I was relieved I’d taken to the gym as a way of avoiding boredom.

  “It’ll have to wait,” she murmured. “I’m sure you were taught as a boy to take turns.”

  “I never had these urges as a boy.”

  I liked our easy banter as she flicked my nipples with her tongue. I was sure she could hear the pounding of my heart as she teased from one nipple to the other. She slid down my body like a work of art, her limbs bracketing mine. She dipped a tongue into my belly button before enclosing a hand over my shaft. The look on her face said she was impressed. I was never one to boast about the length of my manhood, but I damn well nearly burst with pride as she caressed the thick girth.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispered
, pumping the base with her hand. She slid her hand down to cup my balls at the same time she lowered her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. She ran her lips lightly over the head, and a shiver ran down my spine.

  She licked round the tip in circles before sucking the head into her mouth. The suction increased as did the pressure of her hand caressing my balls. I gasped, lifting my head so I could see her face clearly as she went down on me. I plunged my fingers into her hair, holding it back from her face. Guiding her head further down, I allowed small thrusting motions of my hips.

  I heard the gurgling sound as my shaft hit the back of her throat, her tonsils teasing me. I slid my length out and back deep inside. She didn’t pull back even when I increased my tempo and thrusted harder and faster. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my cock and onto my thighs.

  “Damn!” I choked out, pulling her away when I couldn’t take anymore. I didn’t want to finish in her mouth.

  I tugged her up my body, intending to kiss her, but she grasped the base of my cock with one hand and sank down on me, the opening of her mons stretching to accommodate my girth. I sucked in a deep breath, the sound hissing through my teeth as her clinging walls parted to make room for my breadth. She gasped and her legs trembled, and I could tell I wasn’t the only one gravely affected by the feel of my cock embedding her slit.

  “Oh ! Seth!” she gasped my name in awe. “ That’s so good.”

  My response was a garbled sound as she started moving. Bracing her hands on my chest, she crouched with her legs flat on the bed and rode me like one would a bucking bronco. Her cries grew louder, filling the hotel room with my groans. I thrust upwards, hard and deep.

  “Oh yes!” she gasped over and over as her movements became even more frantic. She was close to the peak and so was I. I flipped her so she was under me and tugged her bottom lip between my teeth as I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders. I rocked forward hard and deep, thrusting so the base of my cock pressed against her opening. A keening cry erupted from her throat.

  She grasped the bed sheets in her hands, her cries and moans all the encouragement I needed. A more pleasant music I had never heard than her cries and knowing I was filling her with pleasure. At the warmth pooling down my back and filling my cock, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I reached between her legs and located her clit, the nub enlarged from her arousal. I pressed down on it hard with my thumb, rubbing in circular motion.

  Her release was so beautiful I couldn’t help staring at her, even when I stiffened from my own and felt my cum gushing into the cavern of her body. A pink blush fanned out from her chest up into her face, contorted with pleasure. Her eyes glazed over, her head pushing back to expose the long slender neck. And on the last minute her eyes closed, her body stiffening against mine, slightly curving into me.

  I had fallen desperately, insanely in love with her.

  She emitted a long groan as our bodies reclaimed our souls that had fled their houses to intertwine briefly in transcendence. But a piece of me didn’t return, a feeling that was as exhilarating as it was scary.

  Leaning forward, I kissed her softly, lowering her legs. I framed her face with my hands and poured out the words I wanted to say in that kiss. She kissed me back, long and soft and sweet, not taking the chances I gave her to end the kiss if she willed. I could have kissed her for way longer but pressed my lips hard against hers once more before releasing.

  “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,” I told her, rolling to my side and pulling her with me. She made no attempt to move away or slide me out of her body. I felt whole, completed, and I suspected she felt the same. For what other reason would she be in my arms? I realized the difference in somebody who genuinely wanted to be with me. Nicole never did this. She enjoyed the sex, I was sure of it, but she never welcomed the intimacy. She would have rolled off the bed, heading to the bathroom to wash up.

  “No, you are,” she remarked and kissed my jaw, the side that was damaged. I was amazed at her ability to do so, and I knew it really didn’t matter to her that a part of my face was disfigured.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admitted before I could think better about the implications of that statement. I hastened to explain. “There haven’t been that many women, as you could probably tell.”

  “No, I couldn’t tell,” she remarked. “And who needs many women when you can have me?”

  I guffawed. “Somebody’s gonna have to teach you humility.”

  “You have enough for both of us,” she answered, then yawned. “Can’t we just sleep like this? I don’t think I could make it back to my room.”

  “Like I was going to let you go.”

  A smile lingered on her face as she kissed my arm and yawned again. “Good.”

  I couldn’t believe how nonchalantly she fell asleep, unbothered that her perfection was lying naked in my scarred arms. I watched her sleep for a long time, noting the small puffs of breath that escaped her lips, hot on my skin. She snored, not loud enough to disturb me, but the sound was reassuring because she was beside me.

  I fell asleep, more comfortable and at peace than I had been since the accident when I’d lost everything.

  The ringing of the telephone woke me a few hours later. I groaned, disoriented in my unfamiliar settings before I felt the deliciously naked body pressed up against me. Robyn stirred a little at the sound but didn’t wake. I stretched across the bed and answered what I knew was my wake-up call. I had a meeting with the Minister of Telecommunications and other potential bidders today.

  I grumbled as I hung up, wishing I could stay in bed all day with Robyn. After last night, I deserved to do something grand for her this morning. Just before dawn, I’d nudged her legs open again while she slept and entered her body. I’d rocked against her and watched the play of emotions on her face as she woke and immediately started moving to my rhythm. I didn’t want to leave her alone today to her own devices.

  But duty called. I was careful not to wake her as I rolled out of bed and padded my naked ass into the bathroom. I was sluggish as I showered, feeling a twinge in my abs and legs from our workout. I smiled all through the shower. I didn’t believe there was a happier man alive than me.

  After my shower, I walked back into the room. She was still sleeping. I dressed, debating whether I should wake her, but I needn’t worry. She woke while I was eating an apple, not the kind we were used to back home but an Otaheite apple, which was succulent and sweet to taste. I didn’t have time for breakfast, but I was sure they would be serving breakfast at the meeting anyway.

  At first I wasn’t aware that she was awake until I disposed of the apple core and saw her watching me with a lazy smile on her face. My expression softened as she stretched, the motion tugging the sheet down and exposing one delicious nipple.

  “Good morning,” I greeted her, walking over and kissing her forehead.

  “Morning,” she groaned. “Off to your meeting?”

  I sat on the bed beside her, resisting a lick of her nipple. “Hmm, wish I didn’t have to,” I answered with a frown. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

  She nodded. “I’m a big girl, Seth.”

  “I know, you showed me last night,” I answered and she grinned. I liked that she wasn’t shy and trying to avoid the topic of what we had done last night. What had happened between us had been beautiful.

  “I’ll be fine,” she responded. “Go have a good meeting. I’ll probably just relax by the pool all day. When I eventually make it out of bed.”

  “Hmm, just stay away from randy island men,” I growled at her, eliciting a chuckle from her. I didn’t bother to enlighten her how serious I was.

  I was called and informed that the driver was out front waiting for me, and I had to cut my goodbye short. I left, although what I wanted to do was drape her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs. To watch her eyes darken with passion. All for me.

  I kissed her goodbye and left. I felt be
reft without her. The meeting went badly. I was so distracted I doubted my contribution was better than mediocre. My representation of our company was poor as thoughts of Robyn and what she was doing intruded. Even the other corporations being represented observed me in surprise, knowing I was off my game.

  The result was that I lost the bid; not the end of the world, but it could have turned into a profitable venture. I lingered a little after the meeting, shaking hands and making small talk before excusing myself.

  By the time I returned to the hotel, it was almost one. Anyone who saw me would have thought fire was at my heels. I groaned when I heard my name being called and wished I could slip into the elevator, but I had to wait.

  I turned to find David Shortridge trotting towards me. His company had lost the bid too. He was a tall man in his early forties with receding black hair.

  “Hey, you catching a flight back to Seattle today?” David asked, joining me just as the elevator doors opened and we stepped inside.

  “Actually, we’re leaving tomorrow evening,” I answered, pressing the number for the top floor. He punched in his as well.

  “Ah, you and your lovely girlfriend,” he said suggestively, hinting for information. “She is your girlfriend, isn’t she? Don’t mind me asking, but some have been wondering if you paid for her services, you know? I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’ve paid for a companion or two for a night’s event.”

  I tried not to react to his implication. I supposed they would think she was bought and paid for. Why else would she be with a man like me?

  “Actually, she is my girlfriend,” I clarified.