Page 71 of Surrender
I kneel down next to him on the bed, tucking my feet underneath me. I considered wearing sexy lingerie again, but this is something quite different for us, so I thought it would help him feel comfortable if I am naked, too. Plus, the way he looks at me when I’m naked makes me feel like I can conquer the damn world.
I look up at him, brandishing the white candle in my hand. “The wax is vanilla scented because you said before you like how I smell so sweet all the time.”
The corner of his mouth lifts up. “I love how you smell.”
“Well, it’s vanilla,” I say, swirling the wax building up inside the jar. “I use vanilla essential oil as a perfume. I make it myself with almond oil and water because it has lots of health benefits. I read somewhere once that it has an aphrodisiac quality to it as well.”
Gareth’s abs flex with a low chuckle. “I was doomed from the beginning.” He looks up at me fondly, our earlier argument forgotten.
“Completely,” I reply with a smirk and hold the candle over his stomach. “I want you to lay your hands out flat beside you and try not to move too much.” His muscles tighten and outline his beautiful six-pack as he braces himself for what’s about to come. “I want you to really feel this. Not only on the surface, but inside yourself. Absorb it, then tell me what goes through your mind as you do.”
He nods, looking equally nervous and excited.
I tilt the jar and drip a few dots of wax on his broad furry pecs. He hisses a sharp intake of air from the initial shock of the heat, but he relaxes and closes his eyes as soon as the wax dries.
My fingers move to touch the pools of dried wax, relishing in the smooth texture over the coarseness of his hairy chest. “How does it feel?”
“Hot,” he states with a half-smile.
“Anything else?” I drizzle a little more. This time it runs down the valley between his pecs and over the ridges of his abs.
“It’s creating a burning inside of me.”
“Like what?”
“Like I was already hard when we started, and now I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“What would ease the pain?”
“You.” His answer is instant as he opens his eyes, his expression deathly serious.
I run my hands over the drops again, digging my nails into the design of the wax I’ve created. “Are you having any texture issues with this?”
He shakes his head. “Not with you.”
“What do you mean?”
He swallows and watches the jar tilt as I drip more wax on him. With a groan, he answers, “I trust you I guess. I don’t have any texture issues with you anymore because I always want what’s coming.”
“Even hot wax?” I tease, gazing down at my masterpiece.
When he doesn’t respond, I look up to see his eyes completely hooded. “If you could see what I’m seeing, you would understand.”
With a pleased smile, I throw one leg over his groin and position his tip between my folds. In one swift move, I pour more wax on his chest and sink down onto him, pulling him inside me completely.
“Jesus Christ, Tre,” Gareth moans, clearly on sensory overload. His eyes are pinched together in pain as I sit completely still on his cock, allowing my body to stretch and adjust to his girth.
“How do you feel now?” I ask, switching hands with the candle.
“Like I want to fuck you until you scream.” His stern eyes open to me.
“But I’m in charge,” I warn.
He swallows slowly and looks almost forlorn as he nods. “You’re in charge.”
“And tonight you tried to take that from me,” I state, making slow, small circles with my hips and trying not to get too carried away yet.
“It was for your own good,” he husks, fisting the sheets in his hands.
