The ref’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back. The octagon doors swing open and in come Pa, Jamie, Kash and my baby. I pick her up under her ass and twirl around with her in my arms. I see the tears in her eyes as she bends down, kissing my lips. I breathe against them, “See, told you I’d be ok,” I am cut off midsentence as the ref and commentator come in.
They pull me to the middle of the ring with the poor kid who has blood smeared all over his face, a busted nose and a nasty split above his eye. The ref stands in-between us as the commentator announces, “The winner by KO two minutes into the first-round, fighting from Brooklyn NY, Knox The Assassin Ambrose.” The crowd sounds out around us as I suck it all in, before grabbing my little lady. I head out of the octagon and back to my locker room.
Sending the boys off to set up at Dove’s Peak, I kiss her goodbye as Tammy takes her home. “See you real soon baby,” I breathe into her hair as I pull her in, kissing the top of her head. I tower over her at six foot three. She’s a tiny five foot of nothing but hotness. “I’ll just shower and head up to get you,” She’s smiling that smile that send shivers down my spine. Fuck, I really love this girl and I can’t wait to show her just how much.
As 8.45pm rolls around I head off to our meeting place. I understand why we have to do this; she doesn’t want her father to tarnish what we have and that’s fine. It keeps my beautiful girl happy. I’m a little sore after the fight and tired too. I can’t wait to have her in my arms. My mind starts wandering nervously. What is she thinking? Is she as nervous as I am? We are spending the whole weekend together. She doesn’t know that yet, though. It’s a surprise. I even have a hot-air-balloon ride planned for early tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise from the air. I notice my hands are sweating. I rub them on my jeans and when I look up, there she is, walking towards me.
She’s dressed in the most stunning black, skin tight skirt with a red singlet and a black blazer paired with stunning red pumps. God, this woman screams sex. I get hard just watching her walk. My mouth waters at the thought of peeling her out of this sexy get up later tonight! I wolf whistle at her, not moving from the hood of the car, watching as she makes her way towards me. She does a provocative spin, and throws her head back the way I love; a seductive giggle escapes her lips, as she closes the space between us. Settling herself between my thighs, she pushes herself into me. My cock his throbbing and standing to attention. She touches her nose to mine.
“Hey, you,” she whispers.
“Hey, you back.” My reply is gruff. Her smell is so alluring, her lips so full and red. I lean down and push her mouth open with my tongue as our lips meet. I need to taste her, invade this part of her; it is the only place I will allow myself to have, for now, anyway. She opens, so ready for me. My tongue flicks in and around hers, doing a dance that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and sends tingles right down to the tips of my toes. She tastes of grape chewing gum and smells of apples.
“God, I have missed you,” I murmur into her mouth. “An hour is a long time when all I long for is to be with you.”
She shifts, pushing me back, splaying her hands behind us on the hood. Her eyes are full of lust and anticipation. When she speaks, her voice is laced with husky tones of desire. “It’s been a little over an hour. But I have missed you too, babe. I’ve craved you and this; your touch, your kiss and this...” She pulls my hand down to the heat and wetness between them. “...This is what you do to me. I want you in here, to take all of me. Watching you fight tonight was the hottest, yet scariest, thing I have ever seen.”
She bites down on my lip and sucks my soul into her as a moan escapes her lips. A carnal need to rip her clothes off right here and take her on the hood of my car is burning fiercely inside me. My cock is screaming against my jeans to be set free, desperate to drive hard into her, to have her legs wrapped around me. But no, not now, not like this.
“Baby,” I groan. “As much as I would love to be deep inside you right now, it wouldn’t be right, not here anyway.”
I kiss her forehead and push her back a step, freeing myself from the trance she places me under. Grabbing her hand, I lead her around to the passenger side of the car, and put her in, ignoring her pout. I pick up her bag and place a blindfold over her eyes. “No peeking now, Angel. I have a surprise for you.”
Sarah-Jane
He has me blindfolded. This is nice, a hot kind of nice. I will be using this blindfold later. I’m going to show this boy that I’m not glass. I won’t break and that I love him, I need him. I have to have him and only him in me, to take me as his and only his. Tonight is the night. I’m fully prepared for it. I have spoken to Tammy about it. Instead of having a coffee together, we went shopping for sexy lingerie and these amazing sexy heels that I have on. I got a sexy silk baby doll dress to wear to bed.
When we kiss, it’s like he steals my breath; I survive only because he breathes for me, for us. When we are close, our hearts sync and beat at the same time and when we are apart they skip a beat. You can feel it. I want to join our souls together, bind them not just by what we feel but by love, by entering into each other and tying them together internally. My mind flicks back to what mom had said to me, “Don’t you ever lose this love,” she had said, with tears in her eyes. “Lock it away, for the world can be cruel and try to break you.” Love broke her. She knows just how much the world can hurt.
My thoughts are broken by the wheels moving over gravel and the car slowing to a stop. Knox gets out and I hear the crunch of gravel under his boots. This blindfold seems to heighten my other senses. I like it, I like it, a lot. I hear him walking but it’s not near me. He’s walking away from where I am. Curiosity fills my core, my palms sweat as my heartrate and breathing pick up. This feeling is exhilarating. I raise my fingers up to the blindfold. Just a little sneak peak, won’t hurt, will it? “Don’t you dare,” I hear. I jump in my seat and my hand drops away from the blindfold. “Busted, Angel.” I hear him say as his steps start to sound closer to me. My door opens, he reaches in and unbuckles my belt. He smells of sweat and rain, so hot. He kisses my lips and asks, “Ready baby?”
“Hell yeah, I am!” I blurt out, my excitement hitting an all-time overload. My body is so alert and on fire because of the intoxicating emotions falling around me at the moment, not to mention the effect he has on my senses. He lifts me out of the car and he guides me to where he wants me to be. He stands behind me and unties the blindfold. My eyes take a second to adjust, then I see the sweetest thing; a table set for two with candles. Our favourite song is playing, Aerosmith’s ‘I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing’. Looking over the amazing, beautiful town below at the spot where we spent our first night together, I sigh with happiness. Could this man get any better? I’m the luckiest woman alive. I spin around, wrapping my arms around his neck and kiss him so softly that he has to know just from that soft tender touch, just how happy he makes me.
We walk, hand in hand, to the table. He pulls out my seat and leans down. “Here Angel. Open this.” Looking down I see a box. I look up and search his eyes. He only nods, giving me no clues. I look back down, my hands trembling as I open it. My brain darts to fifty different things this could be. My hands are shaking so bad by the time I lift the lid of the box and inside, sitting on a small black velvet pillow, is a beautiful bracelet, silver with a white dove charm. It instantly takes my breath away and steals my heart. All in this one moment, nothing else exists or matters but us and this right here what we have. That tiny little dove holds more love, value and sweet memories than any other thing in my life, right at this moment in time. This right here, this tiny little dove that I roll over in between my fingertips as I sit overlooking the world atop Dove’s Peak, means more to me than all the riches that the world has on offer. This holds my heart, body, mind and soul.
“Breathe Angel,” he reminds me. “I take it you like it.”
I’m speechless, looking up at him through tears, all I can do is nod. Looking back down into t
he box, I see that, sitting inside the lid, there is a heart shaped piece of paper with a hand-written note.
I will always love you, over the moon,
Under the sun and
In and out of the stars, my angel.
-Knox
xo
I couldn’t love this man any more than I do. Coming around to my side of the table, he places the bracelet on my wrist and gently brushes his lips over mine, leaving me hanging mid-air, craving more as he retakes his seat so we can eat this amazing dinner. “How did you do this?” I ask, looking at him over my glass of red wine. It’s a vintage and just fabulous.
“I’m a man of many talents, Angel,” he says smirking at me as he takes a sip of his wine. Mmmm is all I think as I finish eating and enjoy watching the man in front of me. After dinner, we cuddle up on a plush black blanket with the softest pillows. I tell him that I am so keeping them.
We watch the stars twinkle in the inky night’s sky, wrapped up in each other. Our legs are entangled and my head rests in the crook of his shoulder while his arm supports my back, snaking down so that his hand rests at the base of my spine. He draws intoxicating patterns over the base of my back with his fingertips, sending the most thrilling feelings all over my body. I shiver as the air grows cold, the night setting in. The town below hits a new level of alive and Knox pulls himself free from me much to my annoyance. He pulls me up with him as he stands looking out over the view. “I love you,” he says into the top of my head. It’s a small whisper that sounds like fire and ice, sending out chills down my spine.
Twisting in his arms, I stand on my tippy toes and look into his soul-consuming grey eyes. “I’ve loved you since the first moment your lips touched mine.” I rise up higher on my toes and take his face in my hand. I lift my lips to his, parting his lips with my tongue and slipping it in, savouring this passion and this kiss that feels so different from the rest. He lifts me up by my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and link my fingers around his neck. I throw my head back and giggle at the gesture as he walks us over to the car so we can head to our next destination. I stare out as this magical view dances in front of me before it disappears.
We pull up to the Four Seasons Hotel. The freaking Four Seasons! This place is breath-taking. For the second time tonight, my breath is taken out of my body. I look at Knox in awe. There are no words to explain what is going through my mind let alone the effect he has on my body. He takes me by my hand and leads me to where we are staying. When he opens the door, I am transported into an exquisite room filled with the finest things. I rush in and run my hands over the couch and up the curtains as I walk to the window that overlooks the beautiful city below. Knox comes up behind me and I can feel the sparks flying between us. I think I’d feel them from a mile away. I turn as his arms wrap around my waist. Looking up at his grey eyes, I see nothing but desire. Rising onto my tippy toes to kiss him, I seek his open mouth for his tongue. He tastes of the gum he always chews. As our lips meet, I know that I was made for this man. I will marry him, one day.
He holds my face in his hands and I feel our heartbeats beat in time. He turns on his heels and heads for the bedroom. Placing my hands on his hips, I walk behind him, my body anticipating what will happen next. When he opens the double doors to the grand bedroom, we are greeted by a California-king bed. It is covered by a white faux-fur blanket, with a love heart made out of purple rose petals. My heart skips a beat. This man has thought of everything. He holds my face in his hands, our hearts pounding together. It feels as if our souls are linked. He holds me tightly, coaxing my lips open with his delicious, wet tongue. My body shudders in his arms. I clutch his midriff, eager for what he will do next.
I feel a pulsing between my legs as desire spreads through me. My heart picks up a beat and I suck my breath in through my teeth, as his hand slowly goes from my face, down my neck, to my collarbone. He ever so gently teases my skin with his fingertips. My senses are so heightened by my arousal that every touch makes me shiver. He stops and searches my eyes with a look of nervousness I’ve never seen in his before.
“It’s ok,” I whisper, unable to trust my voice not to break. “Don’t stop, please.” He pulls me into his embrace, his erection pressing hard against his jeans. It teases me, pressing just above where I long for it to be. He holds me close, we take deep breaths together and I melt into him. My body aches with need. A small smile twists on my lips under his kiss as I reach down and grab his throbbing cock in my hand. He sucks in a breath so sharp I feel his chest rise.
“God! Please!” Knox groaned. Rocking back on his heels and grabbing the back of my skull, he pulls my head back and gruffly tells me, “Every night since I first saw you, I have dreamed of this; dreamed of running my fingers through your hair, my hands down your body, have your lips and your sweetness on the end of my dick.”
I don’t even have time to gasp at what just came from his lips before they crush mine with so much power and passion I can feel the kiss all the way to the back of my skull. With a nip of the lip and a swift movement he lifts me up and nestles me around his waist. He carries me over to the huge bed. He lays me down slowly. I unlatch my body from his as the bed sinks beneath me and he starts to undress me, not only with his eyes but, with his hands. I come up onto my elbows so that I can get a better view of my grey eyed god, teasing his crotch with my toe. He stops pulling down my skirt and tights so that he is just standing there looking at me as he’s shrugging out of his jacket and ripping off his white tee. He undoes his jeans so slowly that my mouth waters and I can feel a pool of moisture between my thighs. He never breaks his stare from mine. My heart bursts as his hard cock bounces free from his boxers as he drops them to the ground before finishing off removing my clothing. I’m left lying there; bare, exposed and vulnerable in the strong, powerful hands of Knox Ambrose.
A small moan, leaves my lips and my eyes glaze over with lust. I come up to my knees and close the gap between us, my hard nipples grazing his body. I trace my fingers over his muscles, over the tattoos that decorate his massive body and down his torso until they come to rest on his hips. His mouth meets mine, claiming me, stealing a whole new piece of me. I grow wetter from his kiss. His fingers fall to my breast, squeezing my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. He bows his head, and sucks it into his hot, wet mouth sending a delicious sensation through my body. I moan as I grab a handful of his hair and sink my nails into the back of his skull, pushing hard into him so my nipple is deep inside his mouth. I can feel the most intense heat from his cock against my hip bone. “I’ve been so stupid to deny you this,” he says as I look down at him.
I just smile and press my forehead to his, replying huskily, “Let’s become one; let our souls intertwine. I need you; to have you fill me, all of me and I need it now.”
Knox
Scents, tastes, sounds; a sweet shuddering moan escaping her lips as I kiss down her spine to the sweet indentations on the small of her back. My bottom lip trembles as I hover over her naked body, basking in the pure innocence of her – the innocence that I’m about to capture and take forever. There are tiny beads of sweat glistening over her body and a stickiness between her thighs. I slide a finger gently into her core, curling my finger up and around, feeling all of her as I stretch her. My finger is now slick with her wetness. I slide that finger out before adding another finger, slowly sliding both inside her tight pussy, feeling her respond to my touch, as I explore places that have never been pleasured. She arches her back off the bed in response. I can feel the walls of her incredible pussy tighten around my fingers, holding onto them tightly. My dick grows harder as all the blood goes from my head down to my throbbing cock. It’s screaming to enter her; demanding I obey its incessant screams. My arousal is so intense I may explode right here, just touching her.
I need to have her wetness envelop my cock and not just on my fingers. I can smell her and the pre-cum on the end of my cock; the perfume of lovers. It’s seeping out of us. I lean down and ki
ss her mouth hard, devouring her with my tongue. I can taste the slight tang of blood when I bite down on her lip. I thrust my hips into her, my cock throbbing against her thigh as I push my finger harder and further into her. She moans and squirms under my intrusion into her core and then pulls back and rocks against my touch. I thrust faster and move my fingers in and out of her; circling them around inside, massaging her walls. She all but consumes the assault on her; she bows and buckles, encouraging me to go deeper, harder, faster. I can’t handle this. I need to have her, to taste her. Her juices are all over my fingers. I remove them slowly and bring them up to my mouth. God, she tastes good.
Her eyes are hooded with desire. I bow down to her and place a small kiss on the tip of her pubic bone, making my way down to her clit. I devour her wetness, savour her taste, slowly licking her juices. I flick my tongue in and around her nub, in and out of her entrance. Her breathing is fast and heavy, fingers are entwined in my hair. I can’t get enough of her, of this. I stab my tongue hard into her pussy, trying to drink her all in. I sink my teeth into her clit, she flares up and drags her nails, down my back as she screams in pleasure. I curl my finger into her G spot and she clutches onto me, wriggling with pure ecstasy and need. I rise up over her, my cock burning to be in her. She answers the unspoken question as I straddle her, drink her in and quiver at how she feels under me; a heat radiating off her. I lower myself down over her. “Take me,” she whispers and rolls her hips up to meet my dick.
I abandon all thoughts of taking this long and slow. I spread her as far as she will go and thrust my aching dick inside of her tight pussy. I can feel it stretch around me as she takes all of my length in one push. I push up on my arms and thrust again. She matches me, thrust for thrust, bringing her hips to meet mine. She moans uncontrollably as I hit that perfect spot, making me melt and freeze at the same time. We kiss and feed on each other. I push up again so that I can look down at her and watch her breasts bounce up and down to the rhythm of our raw love making. She is dripping around my cock. I pull her hips up higher so I can get deeper into her. Both of us are panting, dining on each other as we take each other’s virginity. My gaze drops to her lips. I bow down and kiss her deeply. We rock together faster. I can’t hold on to it any longer. I’m rising up fast to the ebb of climax. I bend down into her hair and drink her sweet scent in. I hit home hard, my jaw clenches. I sink deeper into her. She arches and screams out and in that moment, we ride up to the pinnacle of release together. Higher and higher we spin; sending shivers of ecstasy through us. Small stars bob at the sides of my eyes. I find my release and pump into her, emptying my soul into her. She gives up hers to me. We melt together, intertwined for life, and float back down to the now. I fall down beside her.
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