Promise Me Always (14 page)

I couldn’t even speak. I just stared at him with what I am sure was a dopey look on my face. He always knew what to say to make my heart race and my sex ache. His words were always a killer combination of sweet and sexy. He had successfully given me this reaction about ten times tonight and I couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t make a move soon, I was going to have to break my rule and devour him. I fell back against the bed so I was lying on my back. He started rubbing my arm with his finger, leaving goose bumps everywhere he touched me.

“You look tired. Why don’t you get out of your jeans and try to get some sleep,” he said, raising up off the bed and heading for his bag.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I was beyond frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, it was starting to turn to anger. I put my arms over my face and took a deep breath.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind. After some of the stuff he did tonight, I could not believe he was talking about actually sleeping. I was going to give him one more try to make a move and then I was taking over. I stood up and headed for my overnight bag. I took out my cute black booty shorts and my low cut, turquoise tank top and stepped into the bathroom. After changing my clothes, I realized I’d forgotten my tooth brush so I went back out into the room to grab it. When I looked up, Blake was searching his bag for something, in nothing but a pair of briefs. My breath hitched in my throat.

His toned arms and sculpted back were just as beautiful as the front of his body that I saw last week. And his ass—oh my god! His ass was perfection. Those briefs were giving me a full view of every defined muscle in that flawless behind. He started to turn around and my eyes traveled up his body to his tattoo.

“Ahem,” he said as he cleared his throat. “Like something you see?”

I felt my face began to heat as I totally got caught checking him out. I immediately closed my mouth, which was hanging wide open, and headed straight for the bathroom, my eyes trained on the floor. I brushed my hand over my mouth, checking for drool.

I brushed my teeth and freshened up a bit in the bathroom, taking repeated deep breaths to get my heart beat under control. I had to get ahold of myself mentally. I looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself a mental pep talk before I was brave enough to go back out into the room. Taking a final deep breath and hoping that when I saw Blake again, things wouldn’t be awkward, I opened the door.

Standing right in front of me was Blake, his arms stretched over his head, holding onto the door frame.
Oh, fuck!
I closed my eyes, fighting to grasp the self-control I had just summoned, but could feel slipping away.

“I asked you a question, Tess, and you didn’t answer me.” His voice was stern, but not angry—just totally hot. “Did you like something you see?” he asked me again.

Standing in only his black briefs, my greedy eyes traveled up and down his body again. When I reached his very large erection straining the cotton fabric, I shook my head yes. I tried to speak, but words were unreachable in that moment.

“Say it out loud,” he demanded softly yet authoritatively. He watched me closely, his eyes not missing a single reaction that my body involuntarily made to him.

“Yes,” I panted, praising myself for being able to utter one single word.
Fuck! I was a soaked, quivering mess and he hadn’t even touched me!

“Do you want me, baby girl? It’s obvious that I want you,” he said matter-of-factly, looking down at his bulging erection. “I have wanted you all fucking night. But I won’t take you unless you tell me you want me first.”

I took in a sharp breath and answered him, “I want you, Blake. Please.”

He let go of the door frame with one hand and grabbed me around my waist forcefully, pulling me against his hard body. I wrapped my arms around him and he started kissing my neck. He fisted his other hand in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he would have better access. When he made his way to my ear and bit down gently, I moaned softly and, just like that, his mouth claimed mine. His tongue evaded me and I opened up a little more to let him in deeper. He caressed my tongue with his. He tasted amazing—a mix of beer and peppermint. He finally let me come up for air as he lifted me up and took me over to the bed.

“I hope you know what you got yourself into, baby girl,” he warned, laying me down on the bed and climbing on top of me. I knew exactly what I was getting into and I loved every second of it.

He started kissing me passionately again, claiming my mouth. He started to work his way down my neck, licking and nibbling as he went. His hands were everywhere, frantically caressing me, and it felt amazing to finally have him touching me. Just as his mouth approached my breasts, his hands stopped and he lifted my shirt up and over my head. He sat up and looked at me for just a moment. I wanted to cover myself from his penetrating gaze, but then I noticed the hunger in his eyes and, suddenly, I felt sexy.

“You. Are. Stunning,” he murmured softly as his hands ran up my sides to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing lightly. They fit perfectly in his grasp—like they were made just for him. I arched my back, pushing myself into him further as he fondled me. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking, while his other hand pinched and pulled on the other, forming them both in to tight buds. I lifted my pelvis into him, trying to find some relief from the relentless throbbing that was coming from my clit. I could feel my arousal wetting my shorts and I dug my nails into his shoulders as I cried out in pleasure.

He slowly started kissing down my stomach, taking my shorts with him as he slid down my body. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, discarding my shorts onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at me. He was running his eyes up and down my body like he was memorizing every curve.

“Perfection.” The word fell from his lips as he kneeled down on the floor between my legs. “I’ve wanted to savor you for over three years, Tess. Every fucking day, I have imagined how sweet you would taste.”

He spread my legs apart as far as he could. He started kissing my thigh, making his way down further and further. His stubble tickled and scratched against my skin, causing the most erotic sensation I had ever felt. He positioned my legs over his shoulders and, finally, he reached my wet, throbbing clit. He slowly licked and teased me with his tongue. “God, Tess! You taste so fucking good,” he growled.

Whimpering, I grabbed his head and fisted my hands in his hair. He started sucking and licking faster and faster, taking me to the brink. My whole body started to shake as his mouth moved over my folds and his tongue hit my sensitive nub.

“Oh shit, Blake! I am so close,” I squealed.

His fingers entered me, pumping in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue. He pushed them in me one more time as he flicked his tongue over my clit and I fell apart. Tightening around his fingers, I came hard, screaming out his name.

After my breathing had finally slowed, I opened my eyes again. I looked down and he was licking his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. “Fuck you taste good, baby girl. Have you ever tasted yourself?” I shook my head no and he smirked, climbing up my body. He traced my lips with his fingers.

Hesitantly, I stuck my out my tongue. It tasted salty and sweet. Something about tasting my own wetness, and having Blake watch me do it, was so erotic and arousing that I licked them clean.

“I told you,” he said as he winked at me.

I reached up and grabbed him by the face and kissed him hard. That was the best oral orgasm I had ever had, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I waited all night to feel him inside me and I didn’t want to wait anymore. “Blake, I need you inside me. Please,” I begged as I started to push his briefs down his ass.

He stood up and took them off, springing free his huge erection. He turned away from me and started for his bag, apparently to get a condom. I admired his fine ass as he walked away. He was a work of art and my eyes were enjoying every part of his beautifully sculpted body.

“I’m still on the pill, Blake,” I stated. “I’ve used one every time, except with you.” He turned back around and a huge smirk played across his face.

“Same here. I promise, Tess.” He padded his way back over to the bed and lowered himself on to me. I could feel him at my opening and my body shook with anticipation. He slowly started to push his way inside.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” he hissed as he pushed in further, “and so fucking tight.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started to move. He filled me and stretched me just like I remembered. His huge cock plunged deep inside me and it felt like pure ecstasy! I could feel each and every inch of him and every thrust took me closer to my undoing.

“Harder, Blake! I want it harder,” I moaned. He rammed into me harder and faster with each push. Both of us were shaking, beads of sweat forming on our skin. I dragged my nails down his back and clutched his ass in my hands, pulling him harder into me.

“You feel so fucking good… Shit, Tess…I’m so close,” he groaned.

“S…s…so close,” I stuttered as waves of pure pleasure surged through me.

“Fuck, baby girl! Come for me,” he shouted, pushing into me one last time. His words pushed me over the edge and I started tightening around him. “Open your eyes. I need to watch you,” I heard him say. I opened my eyes and we watched each other come apart.

We laid there for a few minutes, catching our breath, both coming down from our highs. I was so exhausted and felt my eyes getting heavy. Blake rolled off of me as he pulled me closer. He brushed the hair off of my neck and I looked up at him. He gave me the sweetest kiss, his tongue stroking mine gently. When he pulled back, he buried his face in my hair and he held me with firm arms, like he was never going to let me go. My eyes were having a hard time staying open and just before I fell asleep he whispered in my ear, “I don’t think I will ever recover from this, Tess. I don’t want to walk away like last time. I want more.”

The words echoed in my head.
Was I dreaming? Did he really just say that?
My heart was beating so hard I thought my chest was going to explode. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was scared, nervous and elated all at the same time. I felt like if I opened up now about how I felt, it would just scare him away. I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make me cry, so I said the only thing that seemed to work with us in these emotional situations. “Promise me?”

He squeezed me a little tighter as he said, “Always.”

The next morning I woke up in a tangled mess. Blake’s arms and legs were wrapped around every part of me and we had sheets twisted around us, bonding us together. Blake was still sound asleep, so I tried to wiggle free without waking him up. We were so woven together that it was impossible.

“Blake… wake up,” I whispered as I tried to writhe out from his embrace.

He tightened his hold around my waist and mumbled something that was inaudible.

“Blake, really. I need to pee. Wake up,” I pleaded, pushing him away from me.

“Sorry, baby girl, you’re just too comfortable to let go,” he yawned as he stretched and released his hold on me. I pulled the tangled sheets from my body, jumped up, grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom. I freshened up a bit and got my clothes back on before making my way back out to the room.

“Did you sleep well?” Blake asked me as I walked over to the bed.

“I did, actually. How about you?” I sat back down on the bed next to him.

“You may have to cuddle with me every night. That was the best night of sleep I have had in years,” he said as he pulled me into his arms so I was snuggling up against his chest.

As we laid there in silence, my mind ran back over all of the events of the night before. Blake had been absolutely amazing all night. He was romantic, sweet, caring and passionate. I had never felt this way about anyone before and it was scaring me. He told me more than once that he wanted more last night, but I was still scared to give him my whole heart right now. I obviously wanted to try whatever this was with him, but I was still going to let him take the reins.

I looked over at the clock and it was eight thirty. It took me about forty five minutes to get ready and I knew we had some time to kill before we met Cam and Cara for breakfast.

I was still deliciously sore from last night, but I couldn’t resist. Just looking at him tangled in that sheet made me want to do naughty things to him. I quickly sat up and straddled him. Within a split second, I could feel his hardness growing under the thin fabric of the sheet. I leaned down and kissed him seductively, nibbling on his lower lip, before I made my way down his neck. I trailed soft, wet kisses down his chest and stomach, making sure to cover every inch of his skin. I continued my way down until I was at that oh-so-sexy, drop your panties, ‘V.’ I licked and kissed every inch of it as I looked up at him through my lashes. I had wanted to run my tongue over that part of him since last weekend and now was my chance. He let out a deep growl as my tongue slid down his smooth skin.

I made my way down further, taking his shaft in my hands. Running my tongue over his tip, I licked the little drop of dew off the top. I circled his head, teasing him with my mouth. He let out a deep, throaty moan when I cupped his balls and lightly squeezed.