Page 68 of Close Your Eyes

I nod.

“Then take it.” He pushes deeper inside me, filling me completely up.

I can barely breathe correctly as he pumps faster. This is what I wanted. To watch this man take me. All of me.

No holding back.

No thinking about anything but the here and now.

No thinking at all.

Just living in the moment. Feeling every sensation.

And there’re so many sensations coursing through me.

My body climbs to a precipice, and I keep thrusting my hips, needing to be closer to him as my body builds and builds.

My orgasm is so close, and Ledger moves his hand between our bodies so he can toy with my clit.

That sets me off, and the next thing I know is colors explode behind my vision as my body tumbles, catapulting toward the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

I hold onto Ledger like he’s my lifeline, as he whispers in my ear, “That’s it. Take my cock. Come all over me.”

And I do. I keep coming. Falling. Living.

I keep doing it all as Ledger pounds away inside me. His eyes crash into mine as soon as I reach the height of my orgasm, and the feeling of something deep overwhelms me.

I’m in love.

It’s crazy but it’s true. This man that I’ve only known for a handful of days has consumed me. His soul is now a part of my soul, and I don’t ever want to lose him.

I can’t lose him.

He brushes back my hair as he holds himself up with the other. “You’re so beautiful. I’m going to come,” he tells me, and before I can even register, he pulls out of me, and strokes his dick until there’s a sea of white heat landing all over my stomach.

I watch his face as he comes, and it’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. He’s beautiful. He really is.

I see him for what he truly is.

My protector.

My everything.

He owns me.

He stares down at the mess he’s made, and beams, his eyes meeting mine. “You’ve completely ruined me,” he says, smearing his finger into his seed, and bringing it to my lips. “Taste me. Taste what you do to me.”

I open my mouth, letting Ledger stick his finger into it. It tastes salty, but I suck his finger into my mouth, wanting to taste all that he is. His very essence. I want him to know I’d do anything he ever asks of me.

“I want to take care of you,” he says, moving off the bed to head into his ensuite bathroom. He comes out with a warm washcloth, and cleans me up.

Then he reaches for my hand. He leads me into the bathroom, and over to the big Roman tub. He draws me a bath, adding some scented soap that explodes in tiny bubbles.

“Are you giving me a bubble bath?”

“Let me take care of you, Posey. I don’t know what happened today, but I know it must have been something bad for you to be here right now.”

I look down at my toes, the French pedicure staring back at me. “I need to tell you things.”