All I Want is You_A Second Chance Romance

by Carter Blake

  Her skin flushes, and she quietly gasps as I let her go.

  “To begin,” I open and reach into the bag. “One Tiffany yellow diamond tiara.”

  Her eyes light up as I lower it onto her head.

  I move her hair off her shoulders, placing a few strands behind her ears, and lightly caress her earlobes.

  Next, I find a pair of earrings worthy enough for her.

  Closing the distance between us, I focus on fastening each securely on her ears.

  Once I know they’re good, I tickle a soft spot behind her ear with my breath.

  “A pair of seven carat diamond and sapphire, Harry Winston earrings,” I whisper.

  Instinctively, she bends her neck toward me and I move away.

  I hear a faint whimper, and I smile knowing that my game is working.

  I skip her neck—leaving the most important part for last—and move to her wrist.

  Lifting her hand to my lips, I refrain from kissing it. Instead, I continue to massage her arm and lightly graze over it with my fingers.

  Her eyes watch with intensity, enamored by my touch, and I see the rise and fall of her chest becoming shallow.

  She bites her bottom lip as I place twenty different diamond bracelets on her. Each time, I make sure to caress and tease her supple skin around them.

  “My love, you easily have more than five hundred carats of diamonds on you.”

  “I’ve never felt more expensive,” she laughs, reveling in her worth.

  “Would you like to continue, love?”

  “I am thoroughly enjoying this game.”

  There’s fire in her eyes that matches her suggestive smile.

  My cock throbs with excitement at it all.

  I fill her hands with an array of Tiffany, Winston’s, Buccellati’s and Cartier rings. All ornately designed, though some with a more refined elegance.

  She lifts both of her hands up and over enthusiastically grins.

  “Now, this is how a good husband should treat his wife.” She winks at me.

  I stalk around her, facing her back, and place myself less than an inch away.

  I can almost taste her.

  I hear her breath quicken and feel the heat of her body rise.

  Our desire is like a wildfire that sets my skin aflame—and stiffens my cock further.

  I hover my hands over her waist, arms, chest, and shoulders, just like before. Yet, this time it’s not for a lesson.

  Taking one of the last pieces of jewelry left, a Buccellati Regina necklace dripping in diamonds and rubies, I gradually bring it up to her neck. It accidentally grazes the silk of her dress just over her nipples ever so slightly.

  Her body jumps a bit when the necklace touches her, but she gasps as I wrap the almost too decadent necklace around her neck.

  “Apologies, love.”

  I smile into the crux of her neck.

  In awe, she reaches her overly decorated hand to trace its design.

  With her attention elsewhere, I loosen the back of her dress and her hair, both falling delicately down seconds later.

  I step back to take in the view of Kalista covered in jewels and a silk thong.

  One of the finest—and easily most gorgeous—views I’ve ever seen.

  She turns her head to look me from over her shoulder.

  “Touch me. Now,” she commands.

  Without a word or second thought, I move back to her and do as I’m told.

  My hands travel from her shoulders to her tits. I gently pinch and tease her nipples, pulling soft moans from her lips.

  She arches her back and grinds her arse against my cock.

  It pulsates against the pressure and a low growl escapes me.

  I kiss, suck, and nip a path along her shoulder, neck and ear.

  She moans as I bite her earlobe, and I move my hand down her stomach, meeting the silk thong.

  I toy with it, fingering its delicate material, and continue to torture her with my mouth. It makes her writhe underneath me.

  Her patience quickly wears thin. She takes my hand and places it on her wet pussy.

  “Touch me, here.”

  With one hand caressing her nipple, the other gently massages her clit through the wet silk.

  She leans her head back on my chest, and I get a full view of her deliciously tempting body.

  I turn her to face me and grab on to the sides of her face.

  There is a moment when our eyes meet, and I swear I can see the sparks fire between us.

  We kiss with more passion than I have ever shared with another woman before.

  She grabs my shirt and begins to undress me. Her hands work with such fervor that I barely have time to register that she’s undressing me until I have nothing on but my briefs.

  She pulls back to assess the hardness of my cock, and I see a hint of excitement in her eyes.

  She licks her lips and looks back at me.

  Heat and raw sexuality radiate from her.

  It’s intoxicatingly palatable.

  We crash back into each other, kissing frantically.

  I lift her up on the table beside us—the jewels chiming as I do—and spread her thighs.

  “Quite the soundtrack,” she laughs.

  “Indeed,” is all I can utter, because at this moment, the last thing on my mind is the fucking jewels.

  I explore her body with my mouth, kissing and licking every inch of her not covered in decadent jewelry.

  Once I meet the silk, I trace on it with my tongue, and my fingers caress her pussy.

  She moans and I pull the silk off quickly.

  From between her thighs, I meet her gaze. She’s staring at me intently and breathing erratically.

  My tongue licks her clit, massaging and stroking it gently, leisurely adding more pressure. A finger slides into her pussy, lathering in its wetness.

  She tastes divine, finer than the sweetest champagne or wine in the world.

  Something I know that could become quite addicting.

  I continue my pace and I feel her body tense around me.

  Her hips start to buck against my mouth. She pulls my hair, digging her nails into my scalp.

  “Griff, oh my god.”

  Her pussy starts to clench my fingers, and I look up at her. I want to see her when she comes.

  “Come for me, love.”

  My thumb replaces my tongue and firmly rubs her clit, igniting her orgasm. Her hips grind against me, and she moans loudly.

  Catching her breath—almost too quickly—she releases her hands and pulls me to her.

  She kisses me aggressively and wraps her legs around my waist as her arms move around my neck.

  She grinds her pussy against the length of my shaft.

  Her toes slip under the band of my underwear and guides them down over my hips so that we’re skin on skin.

  “Fuck me,” she says, licking and biting my bottom lip.

  “Is that you asking, love?”

  “No, that’s me telling you. Fuck me.”

  I observe her through a heated gaze and lift her chin up to me. I kiss her, roughly, and grab her waist. Effortlessly, I slide her wet, tight pussy around my cock.

  She gasps and closes her eyes.

  I pull out slowly, and crash back into her.

  “Ah yes, Griff,” she moans, and I grunt.

  The sound of my name on her lips makes me go faster. I want—need—to make her say my name again. And louder.

  On the brink of her release, I hear her shallow breathing and her limbs tighten their hold.

  I pound into her harder and faster, until I start to feel my balls tighten and my legs shake. My own climax fast approaching.

  Her head falls back, and I kiss her neck.

  She cries out, yelling my name, and I feel her body jolt, releasing her orgasm.

  The sudden rush of heat and her pussy clinging to my cock—as if it’s stroking me—is enough to pull me into the depths of overwhelming pleasure right alongside her.


  My cock swells and twitches as I come inside her. Kalista’s hands grab my hips and pull me hard into her as I empty every last drop.

  I fall into her, and my fingers grip roughly at her skin.

  We tighten the grips we have on each other, and we melt into each other as we slowly begin to come down from our high.

  Kalista

  I've never felt so alive and more elated in my life.

  Becoming Mrs. Langdon has introduced me to an enticing world filled with more glamour, intrigue, and thankfully, Mr. Langdon.

  Especially after the gala tonight—in his tuxedo and in his element—my desire has intensified.

  And it's to the point where I know that smothering my need is impossible and slightly dangerous.

  Entering his flat, I begin to pant in anticipation.

  I feel the tension between us, making the air thick and hard to breath—I can't focus.

  It’s only him that I see clearly, and he's dripping with raw sexuality.

  Still high from the endorphins brought on by the heist—and now drunk off his intoxicating appeal—it takes every ounce of my control not to rip his tuxedo off and devour him.

  And seeing him staring at me, with desire simmering in his eyes and a seductively mischievous expression, I know my control will not last.

  His devious game, ending with me adorned in all of our jewelry, has me surrendering, and begging to lose.

  And to collect my consolation prize.

  If I must lose, I hope to lose like this more often.

  Aftershocks of my second orgasm continue to move through me as I release my hold around his neck.

  His hands slide down my body and graze over my sensitive skin. It’s keeping my nerves at attention.

  I lean on my elbows and stare down at where our bodies meet.

  I smirk, lazily, and—to my surprise—feel my ache for him begin to replenish.

  He’s a spectacular sight, especially right now, between my legs.

  "Enjoying the view, love?" He laughs, his mouth forming into the most delicious and charming of smirks.

  "Very much." I sigh, feeling completely satisfied and somewhat drained.

  However, my body immediately contradicts itself as his hands start to play with the jewelry.

  I shiver as I recall how good he is with his hands—their rough but tender caress completely shattering me.

  He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, making me sit straight in front of him as we once were.

  Looking at me with my hand in his, his mouth widens into a smug, wicked smile, and his brow arches.

  "What do you have in mind now?"

  I’m assuming he had just come up with a new game or plan, as that facial expression hides nothing.

  "Now, what makes you think I have something in mind?" His smirk never dissipates, but gets even more intense.

  I smile in response. I can’t hide my excitement or the lust filling me. His energy is magnetic, and I'm impulsively attracted to it.

  "Oh, it's just an educated guess." I wink. "I doubt you haven't planned another game or are thinking of another lesson to teach me."

  "Well, love, there are always games to play. You're easily becoming one of my favorites to play with."

  He starts to massage my fingers, twisting the rings and moving them up and down.

  I look down to watch his work, and as soon as I do, he brings a finger up to his mouth and sucks it in.

  I gasp at the sight, not expecting that to be his plan.

  Biting down onto the ring, he lubes it with his tongue and slowly glides it off my finger with his teeth.

  At first, I'm mesmerized. I can't look away from what he's doing, and how he's doing it.

  I hate that he's taking off the jewelry, but this is sexy as hell.

  But as he slides the finger with the Tiffany diamond ring into his mouth, I stop him.

  "What? No!" I say, tugging my hand away.

  I'm surprised I didn't object to him undressing me earlier, especially when he took off the dazzling sapphire ring I got myself.

  But again, I'm reminded quickly that he certainly knows how to charm a woman—like he just did.

  "Something the matter, love?" He looks up at me, his eyes dark and heated.

  I feel the blood drain from my body and gather at my now aching pussy.

  I blush, realizing how good he is at this, making me wet so soon after he just fucked me senseless.

  I'd never admit to him how impressed I am—I'm sure he is well-aware of his abilities.

  "Why are you taking them off? Is that necessary?"

  I could stay like this forever, naked and covered in jewelry—with Griff. In fact, I would gladly wear this attire, and only this, if I had to.

  He laughs earnestly.

  I cock my head, questioning what’s so funny.

  "Frankly, love, these jewels, although lovely, are distracting. There’s something underneath them I find more worthy of my attention," he says while unclasping a few bracelets, and they fall to the table with a loud clink.

  I frown, exaggerating my sadness, and wince when the jewels fall, like it’s hurting me.

  He gently kisses me and lifts my chin up to him, staring down at my lips.

  His glare cuts my performance short, distracting me as my skin warms with desire.

  I open my mouth, inviting him.

  He smiles.

  "Patience, my love. It's important that I’m careful, gentle, and attentive to each carat."

  He licks his lips and closes the little distance between us by bringing my other hand to his mouth.

  Wrapping his lips around the ring, he licks it off me.

  And like clockwork, I fall right back to his entrancement, unable to notice that I'm panting.

  Griff continues the torture of relieving me of the jewelry, piece by piece, until only the Tiffany ring, tiara, necklace, and earrings are left.

  So, before he can, I reach behind my neck to take the necklace and earrings off.

  I deliberately arch my back and tilt my breasts up to him as I do.

  I watch as he gapes down at me. He licks his lips and moves his hands from my thighs to my hips, refraining from touching what he really wants.

  I smile smugly and take the remaining jewels off, handing it to him.

  He watches me diligently, seemingly mesmerized like I was with his show.

  Then, he smiles—that oh-so-sexy smile—and grabs the jewelry tightly.

  But I’m not one to let go after he takes the jewelry from me.

  Hah! Two can play this game.

  I stare at him and slightly shimmy my shoulders, feeling a little lighter—which I sort of am—but then, shudder under his intense, heated gaze.

  A growl falls from my lips, and my insides are set ablaze.

  He crashes into me and kisses me, hungrily.

  I instinctively wrap my legs around him, and he grabs my ass, lifting me up in his arms.

  He makes his way to the bedroom, and slowly puts me down on his bed.

  He hovers over me and eyes me up and down greedily.

  "My love, you're impeccable."

  I squirm, feeling the pressure of my ache build and my pussy throb.

  Needing his touch, I reach for him. I place my hands on his chest and trace over the etching of his hard abs and hips.

  My hands continue to explore his gorgeous terrain, and I lightly graze his hard cock.

  He groans and grinds into my hands. I tighten my hold, stroking him.

  His head falls on my chest, and he kisses me tenderly with affection.

  I moan, loving the feeling of his full lips on my raw skin and his eager cock in my hands.

  He kisses his way to my nipple—kissing, licking, and nipping it in a torturous rhythm.

  All the pent-up tension I've forced myself to ignore comes pouring out with a vengeance, and I abruptly let him go, pushing him off me and on to his back.

  I straddle him and bend down to kiss him, my tongue intertwining
with his.

  His hands explore my body, touching my back, ass, and inner thighs.

  I kiss his neck and feel the vibration of his groan.

  Hearing his need ignites my own. And in that second, I become insatiable.

  I lower him into me, stretching to accommodate his thickness.

  I gasp at the sudden feeling of his fullness overwhelming me.

  "Love, you feel so good." He groans and pulls me into him.

  "Ah, yes. Griff!"

  He hits that glorious spot, and my body jerks instinctively.

  I grind against him, making him hit the spot every time.

  He sits up, spreading his thighs to ground me, and I place my feet on either side of him, bending my legs.

  I lean back and drop my head, feeling a whole range of sensations as his cock hits new, sensitive spots in my pussy.

  Placing a hand in the arch of my back, he takes my nipple in his mouth and continues his agonizing rhythm.

  I cry out, wanting to release some pressure.

  "Griff! Fuck."

  I feel him smile against my skin.

  "I love when you say my name," he says in a low, sensuous voice.

  I look up at him and grab his shoulders. My nails dig into his skin, claiming him as my own.

  I'm too close to care, or to come up with something witty to say.

  I just need this. Now.

  We grind with each other roughly and I quicken the pace, riding him as I feel myself falling off the edge of a cliff and not wanting to stop.

  He rubs my clit, and it sends me spiraling.

  I scream, and my body stills, then shakes.

  I hold my breath and clutch onto him for balance.

  My hips buck against him and he pounds into me, prolonging my orgasm.

  His breath quickens, and I feel his thighs tremble against me.

  Then, Griff grabs my hips and releases in me.

  "Yes, Kali," he growls through clench teeth.

  Sitting there, panting and reeling from the high of three orgasms and a heist, my fingers feel the grooves of my nail imprints on his skin—and my mind begins to wonder.

  The life of Mrs. Langdon has proven itself to be quite exhilarating and pleasurable.

  I don't think I'd mind playing this game of pretend for the rest of my life.

  Kalista

  Griff is out. He didn’t say how long he’d be—or where, for that matter—but right now, that’s fine with me.