“Yes, Jewell,” he told her, “the only name you’ll ever say like that is mine.” His lips captured hers, subduing her moans of pleasure.
His mouth trailed down the side of her throat, where she knew he’d feel the pounding of her pulse, but she didn’t care. He made her burn, and as much as she hated the weakness, she felt too damn good at the moment to have any regrets.
“I can’t believe I kept from touching you so long,” he said, and he circled her nipples with his lips and nipped the tender peaks before washing them, soothing them with his tongue.
He slowly moved his mouth up between her breasts and then he was kissing her again, invading her mouth with his tongue while his solid erection pressed against her core. She couldn’t help but spread her legs out wider as her body begged his to make her complete.
“Please, Blake, please fill me,” she groaned. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips, urging him to join with her.
It had been too long since they’d last made love, and she wanted fulfillment, she wanted the two of them to be as one, and she wanted it right now. Her passion was overwhelming in its intensity.
Blake didn’t answer her plea; he instead gripped her hair and angled her head just the way he wanted it, the better to devour her mouth, while he rubbed his hardness on the outside of her wet core, letting it help lubricate him, prepare him for entry.
“Now, Blake, please,” she said again as she pushed up against him.
She raked her fingernails down his back and gripped his muscular behind in her desperation to have him inside her. If he wanted her to beg, then she would beg, but she would also take all of him she could take.
“How much do you want me, Jewell?” he asked as he reached for her hands, took both arms, and, holding her wrists with one hand, pushed her arms above her head.
“I want you, Blake. I need you. I need you now,” she practically sobbed. To hell with power games. She wasn’t in the mood for anything but completion.
He rewarded her for those words by reaching down between them and slipping his fingers inside her hot core while stroking her aching bundle of nerves with his thumb. She cried out when only a few flicks of his masterful fingers brought her release, her body tightening, her heart thundering.
“Yes,” he sighed. “You are so responsive, my Jewell.” And before she could even think about catching her breath, he pulled his fingers from her and moved them upward to cup her breast and squeeze her nipple at the same time as he thrust hard inside her, nearly bringing her to orgasm again right then.
Time lost meaning, and something seemed to come over Blake. She felt his thrusts, each and every one of them, as he moved his hips, pushing in and pulling out of her. Moans tumbled from her throat while he growled words of praise and pleasure almost in time to their frantic lovemaking.
Sweat slickened their bodies as the inferno built higher and higher and each time Blake ravaged her mouth along with her body, she felt almost as if she were floating above herself, watching this exquisite moment while still feeling each and everything he did to her.
Jewell knew she was forever lost to this man, because no matter how long they were apart, the instant she was in his arms again, she belonged to him, only him, and it was right where she needed and wanted to be.
“Come for me, Jewell. Squeeze me tight,” he commanded her.
She gave him exactly what he wanted and demanded. Her body let go and she cried out his name over and over again as her body convulsed around him and she felt the release in every cell, every atom. He continued pumping inside her, drawing the orgasm out, making her pulse over and over again until she didn’t think she could bear it any longer.
She felt as if she were gliding along in the sky, and during that moment, that moment where the release began to ebb, she heard him cry out as he tensed, buried deep inside her, and then he shook, his own release washed through him, his hardness sending his seed deep into her womb.
Blake collapsed against her, and their bodies were both burning up. She clung tightly to him, not willing to let this moment go, not willing to free him from her hold. She was exactly where she wanted to be and fear, fear that the moment would end the second they spoke, kept her cleaving desperately to his embrace.
But soon the moment faded, and Jewell felt almost bereft when Blake rolled off her. Her limbs grew cold, and an ache and an emptiness unlike anything she’d known before was filling her stomach.
“You belong to me, Jewell. I won’t share you with other men,” Blake told her. He reached for her again, pulling her tightly against his side.
“What are you talking about, Blake?”
“The man at the bar. You shouldn’t have done that.”
“The man at the bar?” She was lost for a few moments in her sex-induced coma. Then her eyes snapped open, and Jewell drew back so she could look at Blake. “Wait! Was that was this was about? Another man spoke to me, so you had to fuck me to show me you’re better?” she asked with horror.
“No,” he said, his voice almost deadly. “I have been holding back because I thought that was what you wanted — needed. When you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with another man, I decided it was time for me to remind you I was here,” he told her, not releasing his hold on her. “Ready, and definitely waiting.”
“But…this makes no sense, Blake. We’ve seen each other almost daily for weeks and you haven’t touched me, and then we’ve lived in this house just over a week and still you haven’t touched me. Why would my speaking to another man upset you?”
“I told you, I was trying to give you space. But I’m done with that now. I’m so hungry for you, I can’t even think straight. And you are just as hungry for me. I could hardly miss your response to me just now. We belong together and it’s time you just accept that.”
He rolled back on top of her and pressed against her core. She wasn’t even surprised when her body instantly responded to his.
“I just assumed you knew you had made a mistake, Blake, that you knew it couldn’t possibly work between us,” she told him. Why not? While lying in his arms fully naked, she couldn’t hide any of her body’s secrets from him. She might as well open her heart up too. If he was going to crush her, she’d rather he do it in one fell swoop than keep dragging her suffering out relentlessly.
“You assumed wrong, Jewell. What we have here, so to speak, is a failure of communication, and that’s going to end right now. I will marry you,” he said, making her heart skip a beat before he continued. “I’ll do it for the business deal and for your brother and because this thirst you make me feel will never be quenched.”