Page 35 of Learning to Love

“I know this is the part in all the Hallmark movies where the prince presents the girl with the necklace costing thousands of pounds, all glittering with diamonds and rubies. I did consider it, but I knew it wouldn’t be you. You’re not that sort of person.” Dalton opens the small box he’s holding, and I gasp when I see a necklace with a single diamond above a simple ‘Om’ symbol. “I hope I was right and this is more the kind of jewelry you’d want to wear. I have a pair of diamond studs to match. If it’s not, and I was wrong, I can replace it with something much more ostentatious and extravagant.”

I feel the tears prick in my eyes. My heart melts with love for the man in front of me. He knows me so well. I’d hate to wear large gems, but this is perfect. It’s entirely me, and when I’m at the event tomorrow, it will keep me grounded, despite the grandeur going on around me.

A tear trickles down my cheek.

“Elodie, was I wrong? Do you hate it?” Dalton asks, worry lines crossing his face.

“No, no, not at all. I love it so much. You’re right, it’s perfect, and it’s me all over. May I wear it now, and forever?”

He nods, and I turn around so he can put it on me. I touch at my neck, looking at the charm in the mirror. It sits perfectly at the base of my throat. I adore it more than any gift I’ve ever been given, and my parents were pretty good at playing Santa when I was younger.

I turn back around and throw my arms around Dalton, pressing a plethora of small kisses to his lips. “I love it so much. Thank you.” I can still feel the tears of joy tumbling down my cheeks. Reaching out, Dalton strokes one away with his finger and then presses it to his lips.

“I’m ready.” The words are spoken before I truly realize what I’m saying.

“What?” Dalton doesn’t understand.

I take his hand and slowly lead him back to the bed.

“To be your new notch.” A mischievous smirk crosses my lips.

Dalton tugs on my hand and pulls me flush against his muscular body.

“The only notch I’ll ever have again.”

“The only one I want you to have again, whatever the future brings for us.”

Our lips join together in a passionate kiss. Every sense and nerve ending within my body ignites in preparation for what is about to happen. It’s been a while since I last had sex, but with Dalton it all seems so right. He undoes the buttons of my blouse before dropping it to the floor. My pants follow next as he divests me of my clothing like a man possessed. His eyes are hooded with lust as he looks at me and takes in my appearance in only my underwear.

I reach forward, undo the buttons of his shirt, and lower it to the floor. Everything around us is silent. It’s just the two of us, alone for what will be our first time together. I reach for the waistband of Dalton’s pants, but he prevents me.

“I’m not going to be able to stop if you take them off.”

“I don’t want you to. I want you more than anything else in the world right now.” I allow a smile to cross my lips. “I thought you were sexy the first moment I saw you. I just had to get over the whole you-were-a-dick thing.”

“I knew it.” Dalton chuckles.

“Get over yourself.” I stick my tongue out at him.

Dalton leans forward and captures me in a kiss. My mouth opens, and our tongues twist together, dueling for dominance in our passionate encounter. I grasp hold of Dalton’s waistband, and undoing the button and zipper, I slide his pants down his muscular legs. His cock springs free with a bounce.

We pull apart again. Both of us breathing heavily. Now the only clothing standing between us and intimacy is my underwear. I quickly remove my bra and panties so we’re both naked before each other.

A nervous giggle escapes my lips.

“Why does it feel like we’re two young adults experiencing this for the first time?” I ask, rubbing my thighs together as I feel the heat of my desire pooling.

“Because it is our first time.”

Dalton wraps his arms around me, and we join lips again before falling unceremoniously onto the bed. Feverishly, we search each other’s bodies. My hands trace the taut outline of Dalton’s abs while his circle my breasts, massaging the tips to hard peaks.

“I need you in me.” I moan into Dalton’s mouth.

He shifts on the bed so he’s above me and positioned at my entrance. Slowly, like he’s deliberately torturing me, he pushes inside, inch by inch, until he’s seated at my very core. We both still, staring at each other, the realization of what we’re doing, dawning on us both.

“Tight…beautiful,” Dalton breathlessly utters.

I tilt my hips up toward him. Needing him to move with the pressure building inside me. He pulls his hips back, and I let out a sigh of relief as the feeling briefly subsides. It’s not for long, though, as he thrusts back into me, hard, and I cry out in exhilaration.

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