Page 9 of Their Sweet Haven
“Just make yourself at home.”
I slide off my worn sneakers, not exactly the type of shoe that normally walks across this carpet. It’s plush and lush, and I’m feeling a bit spoiled. I didn’t think you could have rugs this soft.
There is a large, wide window. The entire city of Smithport is below, its lights a beautiful pattern beneath a gorgeous purple sky. I’ve never seen a view like this, and I savor it. Who knows if I’d ever get another chance.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” he asks, as I turn back to him. He had taken off his jacket and undid a few of the buttons of his shirt. Just enough to tempt me to want to see more of him.
I still had a slight buzz from the wine at the restaurant. Not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but enough to take theedge off, and maybe to make certain bad decisions a bit more palatable to me. “Sure. I’ll try some more of your fancy booze.”
It’s all a bit of a dream. Like some sort of weird fairy tale, except usually the rich guy in those stories are CEOs or something similar, not health inspectors, which ranks pretty low on the ‘sexy job’ charts.
Elias makes it work for him, though.
We both know where this is going. What we both want. We’re grown adults with desires and basic pattern recognition.
Especially as we sit down on the edge of the king-sized master bed.
I glance around the room. It’s pretty typical once I get used to the luxury. The ludicrously sized television, the antique-looking dressers, the curtains that are probably made of a nicer material than anything in my wardrobe. “As fancy as this place is, I can’t help but think so much dirty stuff has gone on in these rooms.”
“Well yes, this is popular with politicians. No shortage of nasty stuff there.”
I look into his eyes. He looks at mine. I’d never thought I’d be the type to fall for a rich boy’s charms. I guess there are exceptions for everything.
We lean into one another. We both take another sip of our drinks, before setting them down. Then, we grow closer. Our faces meet, his head tilts, he goes for it. We kiss.
The second time, but this time with no audience, it gets a whole lot hotter than the first.
His hands wrap around me, pulling me closer, his embrace firm yet tender. I finally get to feel those muscles of his, how toned he is. I unbutton his shirt, letting it slide off him, and we soon tumble onto the bed.
It’s a rush of heat as we move more quickly. My sweatshirt goes over my head, then the camisole I wore beneath it. My breasts fall free, and his smile grows only wider when he layseyes on them. His kisses leave my mouth to go down to lick them, his tongue as gentle yet forceful as the rest of him, the tingling sensations of it all building slowly yet steadily.
His hands slide over my curves, his touch warm and enticing as he moves to my jeans, and I help him work them down my legs. Elias’s touch is exploratory, and he seems to appreciate every curve of my body and my skin. He enjoys it all despite any imperfections I may see in myself.
I see no imperfections in him. When I brush against his slacks, I feel his hardness through the layers of clothing, and my curiosity only grows. It’s gradually sated as those slacks slide down his legs, revealing more and more of a delectable, sexy man.
His fingers slide down my skin, and encircle my panties, rubbing me through the fabric with the same skillful touch he’s been giving me all this time. I shudder with his brief touch, my anticipation growing, my heat roaring for this man who came out of nowhere. Elias slides off the bed, letting my legs drape spread across the edge, only bringing them together to slide my panties down.
I lay before him,and he looks up at me from over my pussy. There is a deviously playful look on his face as he runs his palms over my thighs and urges my knees over his shoulders. He gives my center a deliberate, powerful kiss and I gasp in delight. This man knows how to make my body hum with pleasure.
He seizes my clit gently within his lips, stroking and caressing me with them, his tongue joining in not long after. He runs his fingers over my folds, building the heat and wetness I have for him. I coo and moan for him as he massages my pussy lips.
My body tenses as he lays those licks into me, my hands shooting down, running my fingers through that thick head of hair of his, trying not to be too reckless as to ruin it by pullingsome of it out. I instead caress him, encouraging him to keep doing what he’s doing with actions, not words.
The fire inside me grows more intense by the moment, and I’m struggling to hold on. My body tenses up, and I arch up in front of him as the bliss ravages me more and more completely.
He watches me, so very pleased with everything going on, how he’s pleasing me so much. I nibble on my lip, the intensity of it all too much for me to handle. I’m on the edge of release, hanging on, if only barely as it hits me again and again. It keeps going until there’s no way I can hold off anymore, until it finally hits me, takes me, and fills me with such intense ecstasy.
God, it hits me so hard. So good. Elias found just the way to please me. I had to beg my last boyfriend for it. And Elias? He just does it.
I’m already a delightful sweaty mess before him.
Elias crawls up onto the bed beside me. “I bet nothing you bake tastes as sweet as you do.”
I let out a laugh. “How long were you thinking that one up?”
“Been workshopping it in my head ever since I’ve laid eyes on you and learned that I had to have some of your pie.”
I kiss his bare shoulder. “You’re so romantic. You just know what to say, right?”
