Page 43 of Learning to Love

“Classical. It’s pretty much the only thing allowed in the palace.”

“Alexa,” I call up the device attached to my wi-fi, “play me a love song playlist.”

The opening guitar riff of ‘Bed of Roses’ by Bon Jovi comes to life, filling the room. I step back from Dalton and remove my teal evening gown from my shoulders and lower it down my body. It pools at my feet like a cascading waterfall. Dalton watches my every movement. Next, I unhook the back of my bra and drop it on the floor. I leave on the lace panties I’m wearing, though.

As the music rises to a crescendo for the chorus, I reach out to undo Dalton’s bow tie from around his neck. I fling it over my shoulder with a mischievous smirk on my face. He raises an eyebrow at me before pulling me close to him. We sway in each other’s arms to the music as it slows again. Neither of us say anything as we move together.

Our lips join, and we kiss like there’s no tomorrow. Both needing each other. We’ve made our declarations of love, and nothing will ever tear us apart. The tune changes to ‘There You’ll Be’ by Faith Hill, and I step back from Dalton again. I remove his cummerbund and undo his shirt. They join his tie somewhere on the floor.

I walk around him, surveying his muscular body. It’s devoid of any marks that could give him character or reflect his personality.

“Are you allowed tattoos?” I ask, knowing I have a little flower on my side that he’s never mentioned.

“It’s not common in my family. I’ve seen yours, though, and I like it. It’s peaceful.”

I stand behind him and kiss his neck. “Would you get one? A small lotus flower only I can see?”

“I’d tattoo my entire back if it made you happy.” Dalton pulls me around to face him just as ‘Have you Ever’ from Brandy starts to play.

We fall onto my king-sized bed—thankfully, made with clean linen from the day I left for the yacht. Dalton is on top of me. His mouth moves over my lips and down my jaw to my exposed breasts. He kisses and licks at the tips until I’m writhing on the bed. I reach between us, undoing his pants. He lowers them and his underwear down his legs before returning to search my body. I lie back on the bed, my hands twisted in his hair as he moves to the apex of my thighs. He pushes up to look at me before taking the waistband of my lace panties and ripping them clean from my body. I gasp with excitement when I feel his breath over my heated flesh. Dalton lowers his head between my thighs, and I hold him in place as he licks me to my first orgasm of the night.

‘Superwoman’ by Karyn White starts to play, one of my favorite songs my mother adored. Dalton raises himself above my body, and his erection presses hard into my stomach. We join lips, and I can taste myself and my climax on him.

“Whatever happens in the future, we have to make sure this is us. We always go to bed together, no matter what,” Dalton pleads with me.

“If I find you are going to bed with anyone else, I’ll chop your balls off. Treason or not.” I wink at him.

Dalton shifts so his cock is at my entrance. He looks at me for permission, and I give it with a nod of my head. He sinks inside me, and I feel every ridged inch of his length against my insides. I welcome him, even when he fills me so full it feels tight and uncomfortable for a second. I know when my body adjusts to him the feeling will be nothing but bliss.

When it’s time, Dalton must sense it because he pulls back, and my entire body goes into overdrive. We both lose ourselves in the sensations of being together as one. My body is already sensitive after the orgasm he gave me with his mouth, and it doesn’t take long for me to climax again.

Dalton doesn’t go over the precipice but holds onto himself, somehow. He withdraws from me, and I hiss at the loss of him, but it’s not long before I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees. He thrusts back into me, and I reach out to grab hold of my wooden bedpost to stop myself from collapsing. Every nerve ending in my body is now ablaze with passion. I need him deep, so very deep, and in this position, he can oblige.

We’re breathless, both sweaty in the humidity of my house. The air conditioning hasn’t been turned on since I’ve been away, but neither of us care. We both need this. Dalton leans over me and grabs my breasts. He circles them with his hands, and I feel wetness on my back. When I turn to look over my shoulder, he’s crying swathes of tears that are cascading down his face and onto my skin. I stop and pull away from him, needing to check he’s all right.

“Please, Elodie, I need to be inside you.”

I turn over, onto my back, and part my legs again. Dalton pushes all the way inside me and doesn’t move. I reach up and stroke his face.

“I love you, Dalton.”

“I love you too.”

Dalton pulls out before slamming hard into me. He growls his release, and I feel every spurt of it. It sets off my own as we stay joined together, staring at each other and unmoving.

Eventually, exhausted, Dalton collapses next to me.

“I’m finally me,” he says with a smile.

I shake my head. “No, we’re finally us.”

My front doorbell rings.

“Seriously,” Dalton growls. “I asked not to be disturbed.”

“As if that will ever happen.” I laugh, getting up from my bed and dipping into my en-suite bathroom to give myself a quick clean up.

I pull my fluffy robe off the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around me before going back to the bedroom. Dalton is already dressed in his suit pants and his unbuttoned shirt.

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