Blue Diamond

by Dawn Umrie

Confused, I place my hands on top of his shoulders. “Seth, you’ve never done anything but make me feel special.”

  “I haven’t even gotten started.”

  * * *

  Seth’s driver pulled in front of the conference center to pick us up.

  “Please take us to my penthouse,” Seth says before we climb in.

  For one of the first times in my life, I didn’t—don’t feel trepidation about a decision I’ve made, in this case, the decision to go home with him.

  No second guesses.

  No doubts… not a single, minuscule one.

  My nerves tonight have nothing to do with making wrong choices, but everything to do with making the right ones.

  “Did you enjoy the evening?” Seth’s arm is draped over the seat behind me, his fingers feather-light on the top of my shoulder.

  “Very much so.”

  All night, I’ve been drunk on you.

  “Me, too.” He says while he takes his finger and runs it languidly down the side of my right cheek. “But do you want to know what could have made it even… better?’ He asks as his hand caresses the nape of my neck, causing my eyes to momentarily close.

  “What?” I answer just higher than a whisper.

  He lowers his head and guides my face closer to his so that we are now breathing the same air. His eyes dart to my lips, before finding my eyes again. “If I could have brought your lips to mine—” He grips my neck a little tighter. “and kissed you until you became weak… until you melted in my arms.”

  I whispered back. “You already make me weak.”

  “Good fuckin’ answer,” he says right before our lips almost violently embrace with an unmistakable urgency.

  My hand reaches up to firmly travel over the light stubble on his chin, relishing the texture of it under my fingers. Our tongues meet and circle in a glorious duel, as I taste a hint of a fruity flavor from his earlier brandy. His lips are velvety and soft, this kiss hard and demanding… and I’m lost in the passion of it. His low rumble reverberates throughout my body, creating a warmth to spread between my thighs. An involuntary moan escapes my own mouth as our pace becomes less feverish and more sensual – robbing the last of the air out of my lungs.

  All too quickly, our lips separate, both of us breathing heavily.

  He leans his forehead against mine. “Just like that.” He says before placing a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose.

  Inserting a key into the elevator, Seth pushes the button to the top floor, while I bite the side of my thumb, still not wanting to mess up my manicure.

  “Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?” he says while carefully moving my finger away from my mouth, but then shocking me by placing it inside his warm mouth and sucking on it before kissing the pad of it and releasing it.

  Holy Sheet. “No, no—not at all.” The second part coming out more like a question than a statement. Real believable, although in all fairness, it’s a partial truth. No, he’s not making me nervous. The not at all part, not so much, if that even makes a lick of sense at this point.

  He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and what I see in response is none other than…

  Unadulterated, desire.

  The doors open, and he lets me out first, his guiding hand, leading me down to the only door that I could see. He places his finger on a pad until it turns green and unlocks.

  “How very James Bond-ish,” I say with a smirk.

  “Just, ish? You wound me, woman.” He holds his hand over his heart.

  I laugh while stepping into the foyer and my jaw nearly drops to the floor as he turns on a dimmer switch. “Seth, this place… I am actually speechless for once.”

  “Is it ritzy enough?” He repeats my earlier wording.

  “It surpassed ritzy and left her in a pile of gold dust.” Our back and forth banter a calming glaze.

  “Would you like a drink?” He asks while hanging up his jacket.

  “No, thank you.”

  “Are you hungry?” He says with his head cocked to one side.

  “Not at all,” I say, removing my heels. The cool marble tile under my feet feels soothing after a night in these heels.

  He looks down at my feet. “Good, how about a full tour of my place… tomorrow. But maybe we could start with my bedroom right now.”

  Without warning, and without even waiting for my response, he bends down and reaches one arm across my knees before lifting me over his shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” He says while carrying me as if I weighed nothing.

  I shriek in surprise, then laugh as my shoes go flying out of my hands. “Seth! Oh, my God! My dress is going to split… and I love this dress!” I say through a laugh.

  He smacks me playfully on the ass while walking toward an arched wooden door that looks like it could lead to a king’s chamber.

  “I’ll buy you a fuckin’ new one,” he says with a chuckle.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Merissa

  Seth kicks the door shut behind him and turns himself around so that his back is facing the large modern four-poster bed. “Slide down, sweetheart,” he says in a more serious tone as he bends down lower.

  He walks with purpose over to a tall black chest of drawers and begins removing his cufflinks, followed by his watch, placing each carefully onto a glass tray that sits on top. He steps into his walk-in closet, while I follow his movements from the full-length mirror that hangs just inside its door. Returning barefooted and minus a tie, he takes a few steps toward me while unbuttoning his shirt. I instinctively retreat a couple of steps back, the back of my legs hitting the mattress behind me.

  Not out of fear.

  He licks his lips as though he’s thirsty… or maybe hungry. Either way, I’ve become his next meal and I’m offering myself to him on a silver platter.

  “Turn around, gorgeous.” His voice deep, sounding slightly hoarse.

  Turning around to face the bed, I instantly feel the heat of his proximity warming my bare back as he slowly glides my zipper down, sounding overly loud in this silent space. His fingers follow the same path before his hands rest on my hips, pressing me closer to him so that I could feel his hardness resting against my ass, while his lips pepper small kisses along my neck just below my earlobe. I tilt my head to the side to give him better access, eliciting a moan from me when he gives the tender area a small bite—then, soothing the same area with the wetness of his tongue.

  Seth has hardly touched me, and I feel like I’m coming out of my skin… like I’m floating inside a lust-infused balloon.

  He suddenly hesitates, leaning his chin on top of my shoulder. Just as I’m about to turn my head in question.

  “Alexa, play my softer rock playlist.” I could feel his smile grow on the side of my neck.

  I giggle as, The Calling’s “Wherever You Will Go” begins playing.

  Applying more pressure on my hips, he turns me to face him, a sideways smirk on his gorgeous chiseled face. He leans down to place a quick, but meaningful kiss on my lips, right before sliding his hands inside the lace to help me out of my dress, allowing it to fall into a puddle at my feet. I’m standing before him braless, with just a pair of skimpy ivory lace panties, resisting the urge to cover myself as his eyes intently rake over my body in slow motion.

  “You are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He says while raising up my chin with the tip of his finger, having bowed my head under his scrutiny. He releases it with a slight tickle and proceeds to trace it across my collarbone, stopping when he reaches my tattoo. Bending to place an open-mouthed kiss to it, my eyes close at the kind gesture.

  He brushes his cheek over mine and moves his lips over to my ear. “Crawl onto the bed, baby.”

  Worming my way on all fours across his masculine gray comforter toward the headboard, I hear his loud groan over the music playing in the background.

  “Jesus.” He says almost pained as I turn onto my back and lean up onto my elbows, a deliberate look of innocence on my f
ace.

  Seth unfastens the remainder of buttons on his shirt before removing it, followed by his dress pants, and I’m shamelessly at his mercy, watching the ridges of his defined six-pack flex with every movement. A faint line of dark hair trailing down his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his now tented black boxers.

  I’m paralyzed to do anything but feast my eyes on this beautiful man as he pulls his boxers down, his large erection springs free. He strokes it once, no longer the businessman, but a bad boy looking for trouble.

  I’ll gladly label myself as trouble.

  Stepping forward, he climbs onto the bed—and right over me, his arms braced on both sides of my head. He nudges my legs open with his knee before dipping in close to kiss my lips firmly, my nipples harden as they brush against his chest. I run my hands up and down his rock-hard shoulders, while he runs his tongue over the seam of my mouth and sucks my bottom lip into his. I could feel my body almost vibrate, never having experienced anything so erotic.

  “Hey, are you okay?” he whispers. Maybe he feels it against his skin. Now, looking at me with an expression of concern.

  “Way above, okay, Seth. It’s just—” I need to tell him, as awkward as it feels.

  “Just what, honey?” He says while placing a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.

  “I… It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone. I just thought you should know, that’s all. It almost feels like the first time for me.” I could feel my face flush with heat as he runs a finger along my eyebrow.

  With a devil of a smile, he says, “How long?”

  “Oh, you’re liking this, aren’t you? I say while swatting at his hand.

  “Fuck, yeah, I do.” He says, slowly, seductively.

  “Long enough that I’ve probably been gifted my virginity back,” I say as I run my fingers through the back of his silky hair.

  “Even better.” I could feel him twitch against the side of my leg, confirming the fact that he’s enjoying our pre-sex conversation.

  He licks and kisses down my neck until he reaches one of my nipples, gently biting it with his teeth. “I’ll go easy on you… for your first time, that is.”

  My back arches off the mattress in answer.

  “So responsive.” He says while continuing to swirl his tongue over my peak, his hand caressing my other breast before switching his attention over to it.

  I loosen my grip, realizing I was pulling his hair tightly, even though he didn’t seem to mind. I feel myself shivering as both of his palms run down the sides of my rib cage, while he licks his way down my stomach. He stops and slides back up, finding my waiting lips and kissing them more fiercely, waging war with my tongue. Our moans muffled by each other’s mouths.

  His hand makes its way over the swell of my breast, down past my side—leaving a scorching heat in its wake. One of his fingers slides under my thin panties, running it up and down my wetness before easing it in tortuously slow.

  Gliding it back out, he ends our kiss by bringing the same finger up to his mouth and sucking it clean why staring directly into my eyes.

  Dear. God.

  “You taste fuckin’ incredible,” he says while sliding his body back down, his fingers pulling down my panties and tossing them aside.

  I’m panting in anticipation of what’s to come as I feel his warm breath against my most sensitive part. He licks over my clit, swirling his tongue around it before nipping it with his teeth.

  My eyes nearly roll back in my head as his tongue laps along my folds in long, unhurried strokes until I’m writhing off the bed, the comforter gripped tightly in my fists like an anchor.

  “Mm, you taste so damn sweet,” he says while grinding himself into the mattress.

  Holding both of my inner thighs out firmly, he darts his tongue in and out of my heat while using his middle finger to circle over my hood until I feel like I’m about to lose control.

  “Oh, God,” I say breathlessly. “I want you, Seth, please, now.”

  He lifts his head, his half-hooded eyes finding my own as he climbs back up, my arousal glossing his lips—and I’ve never seen anything sexier. Reaching across the bed, he opens the side table drawer, revealing a condom in his hand before ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down his length.

  Fisting himself with one hand while bracing his weight on his other forearm, he drags his swollen tip up and down my opening coating it with my juices before lining himself up.

  “Seth—” I say. Not sure if it’s a question or a plea, as I close my eyes tightly, dizzy with excitement. Impossibly turned on and aching for relief.

  In a strained voice. “I know, baby. Let me take care of you.”

  Pushing in inch by slow inch, both of us moan in unison. Both pleasure and pain mix together as I adjust to his size, my nails digging into his forearms.

  “You feel so fuckin’ amazing… so tight, so wet for me.”

  His words send shivers through me as if they were injected into my veins.

  He stills himself once he’s fully seated inside me. “Open your eyes, honey. I want to be able to SEE you come apart under me. Stay with me.”

  I could see the chords of his neck straining as he attempts to maintain control, while he begins to thrust in and out almost completely, before pushing back in.

  “Put your legs around my waist.”

  Wrapping my legs around him, my hands squeeze his shoulders as he picks up gradual speed. I lift myself to meet him in a matching rhythm. The beginning of an orgasm is simmering just under the surface, making my entire body tingle in preparation.

  “That’s right, baby. Let yourself go,” he says while his breathing becomes erratic while thrusting harder, faster.

  I shudder under its weight and intensity, struggling to keep my eyes locked onto his while I’m flooded with wave after wave of sensation.

  Seth’s release follows with a guttural growl, while he continues to rock into me with shallow thrusts before finally stilling and dropping his head onto my shoulder. My fingernails drag up and down his back, now coated with a light sheen of sweat.

  “Mm.” I hum, fully sated. “It felt way better than a first time,” I say lazily.

  His voice suddenly echoes throughout the room. “Alexa set a timer for 40 minutes,” he says with a mischievous smile on his face.

  I scrunch my nose in confusion.

  He smoothes out the skin with his thumb and gradually pulls out of me, reaching down to remove and toss the condom into the wastebasket beside the end table.

  “Wait until you feel the second time.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Seth

  Opening my eyes, I glance over at the clock on my nightstand. It’s only 7 o’clock on a Sunday morning, but still later than I would normally sleep. I turn my head to the right, coming face to face with Merissa. She’s so peaceful, breathing softly with each rise and fall of her chest. Her hands are positioned under her cheek as if in prayer, looking every bit like a sleeping angel. Not wanting to wake her, but still needing to touch her, I take one of my fingers in a barely there motion and run it over her hair, still damp from our late-night shower.

  Last night.

  Any preconceived notions I might have had about what it would be like to fuck Merissa was shattered to pieces. She made me feel primal… with an overwhelming desire to claim her as mine.

  She is now mine.

  Maybe has been for a while.

  Turning in the opposite direction, I carefully slip out of the sheets completely naked, looking over my shoulder to make sure that I didn’t wake her up while pulling on a pair of black lounge pants from my drawer.

  Never has there been another woman sleeping alongside me, nor have I wanted one too.

  Until her.

  Lost in thought, I use the bathroom before exiting the bedroom, leaving the door slightly cracked open on my way out. Running a hand through my hair, I walk into the kitchen to start the coffee machine and prepare breakfast for two.
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  Well into the preparation, I hear the sweetest voice.

  “Something smells good in here,” Merissa says while leaning against the wall.

  I look over my shoulder with a spatula in my hand as I make us scrambled eggs on the stove. She’s wearing one of my white dress shirts rolled up at the sleeves. It fits her like a nightgown and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Yes, she sure does.” I look at her and wink. “Come here, beautiful. That shirt looks much better on you.”

  Turning the burner off, I feel small arms come around my midsection.

  “I hope you don’t mind.” She places a small kiss in between my shoulder blades.

  I turn in her arms, lifting her so that her legs are now around my waist, her arms around my neck. “Fuck, no,” I say after placing a kiss on her lips. “Are you hungry?”

  “I’m starving,” she says like a little kid while sliding down the front of me, then looks up at me with an almost shocked expression.

  “You’re actually surprised that I’m hard after you just got done straddling me and then slid down my junk?” I say while getting plates out of the cabinet.

  “No. I mean.” She stammers.

  “You’re adorable when you act shy—even though you got to know him very well last night,” I say teasingly while I butter the toast.

  She places a hand on her hip, all shyness gone. “Oh, yeah, well, if I were shy, then I wouldn’t tell you that there is nothing that you should ever refer to as junk down there, Mister.” She points to my dick.

  I go over to her and pull her towards me, one hand splayed on each of her ass cheeks. “Care to verify that information right now?” I say while nipping at her neck.

  She laughs, then swats my arm with her hand. “Food, first, then verification. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I say and swat her hard on the ass.

  “Ow.” She says while rubbing her ass and laughing.

  “We could have shaken on it or something.” A big grin that tells me she loved it.

  “But what fun would that have been for me,” I say while pretending to get ready to do it again, only for her to squeal away from me to sit at the table. “Speaking of which,” I say while pouring our coffee and setting the cups on the table. “Come to dinner at my parents’ house with me today? Sylvia will be there, too. We go almost every Sunday.” I ask her likes it’s something I do every day, when the truth is, I’ve never brought someone home to meet my parents, so it is a fuckin’ big deal. Her waking up here was just as major.