Stanton Box Set

“Get on your back.” His eyes bore into mine and dilate and his neck cracks. He takes my hand and leads me over to the double ottoman in the middle of the room which I now realise is covered in a white sheet. I smile—this was his plan all along. He wants me to take him, dressed like this in my corset, suspender belt and stockings. I slowly peel his boxer shorts away and am greeted with his mouth–watering erection, the thick veins coursing its length. I have never seen him so hard. It’s hard not to taste him—I’m dying to. He lies down on his back and I step over him, my hands on his shoulders. Slowly but slowly I slide my wet core along the length of him and he hisses in approval as he closes his eyes. I lift my hips and grab the base of him to lower myself onto his waiting cock. I groan at the intense pressure as his body possesses mine. My mouth is open as I work my way down onto him. Our gaze is locked and I’m having trouble taking him this way up first. He’s so large. I’m moving side to side to allow my body to loosen and he stills my hips with his hands as he lurches forward. I pant and look into his dilated blue eyes. He’s trying to stop himself from climaxing. Trying to hold it together. I mouth the words, “Fuck me.”

He smiles a slow seductive smile and starts to move. His eyes flick to the screen as his mouth hangs open and he looks back at me and mouths the word, “Watch.”

My eyes shoot up to the screen. He’s right. This is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. My body taking his, his hands on my hips controlling the way I move. The black satin corset with cream ribbons to match my stockings, my hair wild and my skin flushed from orgasm. I can see every muscle on his torso ripple as I ride him hard. I slowly start to unclasp the front eyelets of my corset to expose my breasts to his gaze and he closes his eyes again—he’s trying to block the visual. I know to stop the oncoming orgasm. I remove the corset and throw it over my shoulder as I lick my lips and suck on my fingers and that is it. He loses control and jumps up and throws me down onto the ottoman to swap positions. He is then riding me hard, slamming into me in deep long strokes. He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulders as he holds his weight up on straight arms and open–mouth kisses my inside lower leg. Perspiration is running down his back. He circles his hips while deeply slamming into me. He starts to suck on my inner ankle and I moan a deep sound and he slams into me one, two, three more times and he cries out and I feel his hot semen burn me from the inside out. Oh shit, not again. I start to ripple inside and I know what’s coming. His jerking cock deep inside me spirals me into yet another orgasm and I scream as I am wrung dry. I can hardly breathe, my heart is racing so fast. I am absolutely worked over, and on film no less. The camera never lies.

Two hours later and after another two orgasms and a very hot shower I walk out of the bathroom in my hotel–supplied white robe to find my Adonis. I locate him on the outside deck leaning on the hand rail and looking out over the harbour at the stunning view. He has poured us both a glass of champagne and has a platter of chocolate–covered strawberries waiting on the table. The dinner we have just devoured was amazing, as is the service. The Park Hyatt at the Rocks definitely knows how to please; this place is beyond swank. He is wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. His olive skin is a stark contrast to the white towel and with the way he is leaning on the railing I can see every muscle in his broad back. I smile, arrested by his beauty. I can’t resist, the temptation too great. En route to him I pick up my iPhone and take a picture of him from behind. It looks like it has been photo–shopped, nobody could be that perfect. I quickly shoot it to Abbie and Bridge with the text

Just enjoying the view with my champagne and chocolate strawberries.

XXXXX

I immediately get a text from Abbie:

Fuck off. I hate you.

I smile a bratty smile and my phone beeps again. It’s a message from Bridget:

How in the fuck did you get him?

I laugh out loud.My friends are just so…bilingual, cursing of course being their first language. I am busted. He turns and smiles as he walks towards me and hands me my champagne. “Why are you taking photos of me?” his eyes question.

I smile. “Because I can.” He leans in for a tender kiss and his eyes linger on mine. Something has changed between us tonight. I know he’s impressed that I let him film us or maybe it’s the fact that I realise I trust him enough to let him film us, I’m not sure. But I know he feels it too and I need to get something off my chest. The plan was to let him see my I–love–you message on the movie and let it go from there but he might not watch it for years—who knows. Actually what in the hell is he going to do with that movie? The mind boggles. He pulls me into a gentle embrace and rubs my back.

“Do you know how much I adore you,” he whispers into my hair.

I nod and smile. “Yes,” I answer. It’s true, I do feel truly adored. He returns the smile, looking down at me. He’s so much taller when I have no shoes on. His eyes hold mine again and I can’t keep it in any longer. I want this night to be perfect, more perfect than it has been already.

“Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” I whisper as I run my hand down the side of his face. His eyes widen and he leans in and gently kisses me. He breaks into a full–blown, swoon – worthy smile. “I just need you to know how I feel about you,” I whisper. “I have never stopped loving you Josh, it’s always been you. You complete me.” My eyes tear up again. What’s going on with me lately, frigging crybaby? He nods and swallows but doesn’t say anything. His eyes glow with a warmth I haven’t seen in them before.

“Come to bed with me and show me how much you love me back, baby,” I smile. He kisses me again with such passion my heart stops and he throws me over his shoulder and marches me off to the bedroom. And just like that the chocolate–coated strawberries and champagne are forgotten…what a waste.

Chapter 20

I wake slowly and immediately feel the exhaustion of a tired body. I feel second–hand, maybe even third–hand. I feel the weight of someone watching me and I slowly open my eyes. Hmm, what a beautiful sight to wake up to. Joshua is naked and lying on his side next to me, leaning up on his elbow. He smiles and leans in gently for a kiss and his lips linger on mine.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” I smile and nod, still too sleepy to find my voice. I rub my eyes and roll onto my back. I try and will myself to wake up. He stays silent, watching me, and after about ten minutes of watching me in silence I turn back to him.

“What?” I smile. He looks at me as if he wants to say something but is trying not to. I raise my eyebrows.

“Well,” I answer again. “Spit it out.”

He smiles and then swallows. “Are you going to leave me?” he whispers nervously.

I frown. “No dummy, are you going to give me a reason to leave you?”

“What exactly classifies as a reason to you?” he answers. I close my eyes and start to absentmindedly run my fingers up and down his arm. Why are we talking about this shit first thing in the morning? Give me a break.

“Being with another woman, Josh, is the only reason I would leave you.”

He nods and smiles. “What about when your parents find out—are you going to leave me then?”

I frown. “No, I wouldn’t have come this far if I planned on leaving you, you big dope.”

His eyes widen. “Big dope.” He grabs me hard. I giggle and roll to get away from him as he goes to bite me on the leg. “My precious girl you just got yourself a one–way ticket.” I laugh again as he grabs to tickle me and I make a dash to get off the bed.

“To where?” I yell.

He pulls me by the foot back towards him and I giggle. “To pound town,” he snarls. I laugh out loud and squeal as I try desperately without success to escape.