Page 68 of Embrace Me Forever

His lips curve. “Good. It crossed my mind that I should’ve gone for the frilly type.”

I giggle as I picture myself looking utterly frou-frou. Then, I meet his gaze, letting the anticipation between us build. “I’ll be right back,” I say, retreating briefly.

I slip into the bikini, surprised by how comfortable I feel. It’s not just the fit. It’s the way it makes me feel ready to embrace a moment just for myself.

When I return, I’m wrapped in the bathrobe that makes me feel like a million dollars, with the new swimwear underneath.

Blake’s eagerness is palpable as he unties the belt of the robe, then discards the fabric, launching it onto the nearby daybed. Glancing toward the discarded garment, I glimpse a mysterious bag underneath, but before I can investigate further, he pulls me to him.

“Damn…what have I done to be blessed with such incredible luck?”

A blush creeps up my cheeks, but I can’t resist the moment. I spin around, posing like I’m on a runway. “Had you said yes to that fashion scout in Anchorage, you’d be surrounded by models wearing this all the time.” I run my hand down my side to show myself off. “Or maybe even with less on.”

Blake’s gaze never wavers from me. He shakes his head slightly, and in that moment, I feel like the only woman in the world. Those other models don’t even register. It’s a heady feeling, one I don’t get to experience nearly enough.

He steps closer and whispers, “You’re stunning, Georgia-May.” His fingertips press into the curves of my buttocks, snugly embraced by the bikini briefs.

And he’s a sight I’d never witnessed in other men. The glistening of his muscles catches the mute sunlight, their definition absolutely magnificent. Clad in a snug bathing suit, the contours of his flesh, both on his back and front, are clearly visible. The scene is a sensory feast, with the sight of his chiseled physique captivating my eyes.

We ease into the hot tub, the water instantly soothing my tired muscles. Blake leans back, his arms resting on the edge, watching me with a contented smile. The bubbling water is like a blanket wrapping us up, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed. The sounds of the garden—birds chirping, leaves rustling in the breeze—are the only noises.

My hand trails through the water as I settle beside him. “Thank you,” I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder. “I needed this more than I realized.”

He turns to me, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to thank me, Georgia-May. I’m just glad to see you smile. And for you to listen to Linkin Park.”

I pinch his cheek. He’s so cute like that.

For a while, we simply sit in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Everything we’ve been carrying feels lighter here as if the steamy water is suspending our burdens.

Blake eventually repositions himself to face me, his body sliding between my open legs. Our lips meet, starting off tenderly but quickly igniting into a passionate flame. The heat of our bodies melds together, mingling with the steam and our own perspiration. The surrounding bubbles, warm and effervescent, create a symphony of sound as they mix with the splashing caused by our eager movements.

“I love the way you sway,” he whispers, his fingertips tracing the contour of my hip, descending to caress my buttock and thigh.

I rub myself against his taut pec muscles, my hand under the water—just checking his level of excitement.Mamma mia!‘Rock-solid’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. What on earth made me think it could be any different?

In response, his skilled fingers find their way to my intimate areas, swiping my bikini bottom to grant himself access. He caresses my clenched entrance, and I arch my back, my ass lifting from the seat of the hot tub. As our hips move in sync, his mouth continues ravaging me, his kisses carrying an unquenchable thirst. The stubble of his beard grazes my neck, creating delicious friction.

I writhe, lost in a sea of euphoria as my body responds to his every touch. My reaction seems to trigger his own liberation, prompting him to take a different course of action.

With his strong arms, he lifts me out of the water, settling me on the daybed. My eyes remain shut, surrendering to the cascade of kisses that rain upon me—from my lips down to my neck, chest, belly, and finally, my crotch.

As if by magic, he produces a satin eye mask, brushing the hair away from my face and locking his intense gaze upon me. “This is a kind of special you never imagined,” he whispers, placing the mask over my eyes.

A sigh escapes my parted lips, my anticipation climbing. With something soft, possibly the belt of the robe, he expertly binds me. “Blake…” A thrilling surge of excitement mixes with apprehension about what he has planned for me.

“I won’t hurt you.” His whispered promise eases any lingering doubts.

Once stripped of my vision, my other senses heighten, allowing me to perceive every subtle motion from Blake’s actions. The touch of his lips and the soothing lap of his tongue wake up the pores on my skin as if ready to absorb what he’s offering. His drying beard deliberately brushes against my sensitive flesh, sending pulses down my core.

Slowly, he removes my bikini top, revealing my breasts that eagerly protrude, shamelessly craving his touch and intentions. People envision heaven as a realm of white, but with this man, I find the deep black not just bearable but beautiful.

As I relax into the flow, a foreign sensation caresses my chest. Its texture is familiar, but it has never touched my skin this way—never even dreamed of it. Flighty, then unexpectedly firm and coarse, a cluster of what I’m sure are feathers twirls around my nipples. I raise my chest with a gasp of delight. But Blake, clearly expecting more, changes tack and strokes the feathers onmy stretched armpit down the side of my torso while his tongue feasts on my already sensitive nipple.

I laugh and scream simultaneously. “Blake, you’re mean!” I whimper, helpless to suppress my tactile sensitivity. Having luxuriated in hot water, each pore on my skin is now tender to the slightest touch.

My remark seems to empower him to advance his assault on the rest of my body. My hips shudder and sway from side to side, my legs kicking wildly, eliciting an erotic grunt from him.

Briefly, the feathers pause, only to reveal that he is removing my bikini bottoms—which are already sagging. As the tickling strokes resume over the landscape of my inner thighs, I feel the wetness of his tongue tasting my opening. Taking his time, he expertly discovers my sweet spot, delighting in it with an insistent rhythm.

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