Rare and Precious Things (The Blackstone Affair 4)

“Ahhh…Ethaaaaaan,” I shuddered as my body’s responses took over, and I was helpless to do anything but accept.

Ethan swallowed my mouth in an engulfing kiss as I climaxed, almost bruising from the pressure, but yet, very deeply sensual and romantic as only he can express himself to me. It was the most glorious feeling to be held like that as I came.

As the wave of orgasm rolled over me, the aftershocks still sparking, he started talking. “I love you so much, and I’m going to give you everything I’ve got tonight, baby. Every part of you will be claimed and touched by me tonight. Every part. Taken. Everywhere your body can have me, I want to be there…filling you up.” He looked into my eyes then, his own intensely penetrating, asking for my permission, making sure I was totally comfortable with what he was asking of me tonight. I was. Completely.

Moments like this made me love him so much, it was really too hard for me to process all of it. Even though Ethan was a demanding lover, he always put me first, with care and respect. And love. The domination in the bedroom was just sexual preference, with nothing to do with him and me as individuals. Ethan was no male chauvinist in the way he conducted himself in our life together. He was just male.

All male, and all mine.

My lack of a response must have spurred him because he said more to me. “Because if I don’t, Brynne, I’m not sure I can function another day and not be a madman.” He nipped at my shoulder and neck. “I love you so much it burns me. Let me show you how much I do.” He roamed his hands all over my body, my breasts, my stomach, over my garters and stockings. “So beautiful…waiting here for me like a goddess…”

I answered him on a shaky breath, “I—I w-want you to show me. T-take me how you want me.”

He groaned his response at my answer, the rough rasp of his beard stubble at my neck again, teasing and sucking over the spot with his lips, making me shiver with need.

“Do you know why I have to?”

“Yeees I do…”

“Then tell me. Say the words I want to hear coming from your pretty lips.”

“Because I’m yours, Ethan.”

My declaration caused him to act immediately. I was pressed back into the soft bed with him looming over me, blue eyes searching mine, hooded with the dark desire of sexual power. And it was all for me. I could see the love in his eyes, too. Again, all for me.

“Yes, you are,” he answered smugly, sitting back on his knees. “But I have to make sure you’re ready for me first, baby. Open up and let me see that spectacular pussy I love so much. I’ve missed it.”

My voyeur was back.

I reached back and pulled the combs of my veil out of my hair and lifted it to the side, before pushing it off the bed to land on the floor with a soft swish.

Ethan’s eyes widened as he watched me, the front of his silk pajama bottoms tenting from his erect cock. I need that cock.

Slowly, I slid my legs apart, first one and then the other, keeping my feet flat on the coverlet with knees bent. The urge to squirm under his bold inspection had to be forcefully suppressed, but I managed it, understanding his fantasy to have me spread before him, ready to be taken, at his will and desire. The idea of it just served to make me even more of a wanton creature.

“So beautiful. So perfect. So…mine,” he said, bringing his face closer to my sex.

The intense hunger, the anticipation that had brought me up to this point, now had me burning up with craving and lust. If he didn’t help me soon, I might be dead in an hour from now.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he growled on a fast descent, plunging his tongue inside me sharply.

I shouted his name, unable to stifle my volume, terribly grateful we were alone in this house tonight, because I couldn’t help what I said, or did, after Ethan put his mouth on me.

He devoured my sex, using his tongue to penetrate, and his fingers to build me up to the pinnacle of another explosive orgasm that would undoubtedly leave me screaming more than just his name in a minute.

To the point I was frightened of my ability to endure any more, Ethan consumed me, bringing me to the peak of climax again and again, just to draw back and make me wait. But he knew what he wanted, just as he was very skilled with what he was doing to me.

I felt him shift his body, and then the rustle of silk as he ditched his pajamas bottoms. I watched him position his heavy cock at my entrance and slide in just enough to lubricate the tip.

Ethan paused, his beautiful straining cock right at the edge of my gate, pulsing against me. I was delirious for it. For him. The pagan sex-god come to mate with me and take me to heaven. The sight of him, so erotically potent, nearly caused me to orgasm right then and there.

“Not yet, my beauty. You have to wait,” he warned.

“I can’t wait anymore.” I thrust my hips up to take him into me.

He dragged his hands up and gripped the sides of my head, fisting my hair, binding me to him face to face, eyes on eyes, as was his requirement.

“You want my cock.” Not a question. Just a simple truth.