Her Perfect Gift

He kisses me harder this time as his fingers shove my panties to one side and plunge inside of me, stealing any remaining breath out of my body. He massages me, grazing against my most sensitive areas, causing me to see stars. The way that he is making me feel is one thing, but the warmth in my chest is mostly coming from his words. The fact that he has admitted his love for me makes me feel incredible. Better than I ever thought possible.

This is it; I tell myself as my hand slowly travels down his body. This is us forever.

Eventually, my hand slides underneath his trousers and I slip into his underwear, finally wrapping my fingers around him. I stroke him slowly up and down as his thumb brushes over my clit, making me shudder

violently. I angle his thick, throbbing cock towards me as my eager thumb touches his tip, just to give him a glimpse of what he’s doing to me as well. I need him inside of me and I need him now. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

“Stop.” Oh my God. I nearly die when he halts me right at the pivotal moment, just before I finally slipped him inside me. It’s only the desperation in his tone that causes me to do what he commands. “Protection.”

Ah, right of course. He’s being sensible. Just because we’re in love doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t protect ourselves from moving too quickly. Especially since this is the first time having sex. In all of my fantasies, I haven’t had to think about the practicalities of this. I lean back and watch him as he opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a little silver square. His eyes connect with mine as he tears it apart and I can see the desire dancing behind his gaze. I love how he’s in flames, just as much as I am. But I want more. So, I lift my ass off the bed, and I tug my dress over my head. His eyes light up as I toss it on the floor in a heap.

“Wow, that body of yours is amazing,” he gushes. “You look incredible. I want to kiss you all over.”

I don’t want to complain about that compliment because it feels incredible and makes me feel more of a sexual goddess than anything else, but it is nerve wracking to assume that he could actually mean it. His eyes and the way that he’s looking all over me suggests that he really does mean it.

Luckily, it doesn’t take him long to roll that latex down over him because my core hurts, I want him so badly. I can’t take it much longer, so when he drags his body up over me and his weight lies down, I feel wild with excitement. I grab on to him so hard my nails practically pierce his skin.

“I want you,” I gasp out as he grows inches nearer by the second. “Oh God, I want you, Seth.”

Since he is as eager as me, there is no teasing or torturing me, no screwing around. He thrusts hard, slamming deeply inside me, flooding me with the hottest wave of intense bliss that I have ever experienced. I don’t know if me and Seth are alone in this house, but I’m screaming loud enough to wake anyone up.

“Oh God, I love you,” I pant through my ragged needy breaths. “I love you so much, Seth.”

That adds to the pleasure, it causes the orgasmic pressure to build even higher, stacking up inside of me, filling me up until I am on the edge, about ready to scream and tip over the edge. The abyss is waiting for me like a giant hole of wonder and heaven and I can’t wait to fall in and embrace it…

“Fucking hell.” My body bucks and writhes as the orgasm finally swallows me up whole. It’s overwhelming, intense, powerful, and so much more of everything than I have ever had before. No man has ever made me feel this way, I haven’t ever even been able to give myself pleasure like this, and it only confirms everything that I have already assumed… me and Seth are one hundred percent meant to be. I hope that it never ends. I grip Seth to hold on to him, to keep the sensation swimming through me, warming up all of my organs along the way…

As we collapse on the bed next to one another, gasping equally as we try to survive the post orgasmic bliss to return to normal, a small spike of panic pokes at my belly. I turn on my side to look at Seth carefully, desperately hoping and praying that I’m the one right, not everyone else, and that he wasn’t just saying those words. I have seen men say what they think women want to hear to get them in to bed, and I really hope that this isn’t a case of that. I can’t imagine that Seth Bishop would become that person, but I can’t be sure.

“Are you okay?” he asks me quietly while wrapping his arm around me. “That was incredible, wasn’t it?”

“It really was.” I have to agree with that because it’s the truth. “But Seth, are you going to make a fool of me again here? Are you going to run back to LA at the first opportunity and never speak to me again?”

I feel like shit for even letting this question out, but I didn’t ask it last time and that bit me on the ass. I’m older now and more experienced. More jaded and if something bad will come my way then I want to be ready for it.

“No,” he insists right away. “No way. I wouldn’t do that to you. Not a chance.”

“It’s okay if that’s what you have to do because of your job, I get it. I just want to know…”

I don’t know how I would even begin to prepare myself for him leaving me again, especially after all of that, but I would like as much time as I can to get myself mentally ready for it. Just in case.

“Darcy, no way.” His eyes scream seriousness. “I want to be with you. I want to make this work. I love you; I want to be with you, Darcy, this is everything that I have ever wanted.”

“You mean it?” I gasp happily. “Because that’s how I feel as well.”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He kisses me on the head. “I mean all of it.”

Okay, that’s good to go with. I mean, he isn’t exactly telling me how we will make it work, but that’s okay. Now I know that he’s in love with me and he wants to make it work. It allows me to lean on his chest and dream much calmer. Now, I can truly imagine what our happy ever after will look like, and not in a hypothetical way, but in a real, me and him forever more, kind of way.

Chapter Fifteen

Seth

December 28th

Ring, ring… Ring, ring… Ring, ring…

I grab my cell phone, remembering the real world, which is still out there somewhere, even if I’m in my little bubble with Darcy right now, ready to block it all out. Since Sierra is calling me, everything is going to come back with a thump. I guess I haven’t been in touch with her as much as I should have been.