lover but as an understanding soul. He’d become both, which had one side of my spirit soaring while the other shriveled.
“You’re not acting irresponsibly. The fact that you’re concerned for her well-being speaks volumes.”
Tears poured down my face. “I’ve never cried so much, Blake. You must think I’m a weak, helpless child.”
He stretched over for the tissues and handed me a few. “It’s okay. You’re a sensitive woman, even if you seem stronger than me at times.” His eyes shone with sincerity.
“How could that be? I’m a dribbling mess,” I said.
“At least you’re willing to look life squarely in the face. There’s an honesty about who you are.”
“And you aren’t?”
He took a deep breath. “There are many skeletons I left behind. One day I’ll open that cupboard, but for now, I’ll just continue to shed a skin. Thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me?”
“I feel lighter around you, Penelope. Although the background noise is getting louder.”
“Dylan Fox?”
He nodded grimly and finished his drink in one gulp. He rose. “Let’s not do this now. Let’s just try to help your mom. I’m sure we can find a way.”
I smiled sadly. “Thanks.”
“Hey. It’s me that should be thanking you.”
“Why’s that?”
“For having the courage to invite me into who you really are.” He held up the decanter, poured some more into a glass, and took a sip. I could see that the night had affected him as deeply as it had me.
Blake strolled over to his jacket and removed his cell. “I’m waiting to hear from James.”
“Anything?” I asked as he scrolled down his messages.
He shook his head. “Let’s forget all about it for now.”
I removed my cardigan. The room as always was very warm, so I headed for the French doors to the balcony.
“No. Don’t open them, just take off your clothes.” His commanding tone had returned. Instead of repelling me, it aroused me.
“I just need to taste you.” His lips touched my neck, which sent ripples through me.
I smelled his arousal mingled with that fine cologne, which traveled straight to my sex. His fingers undid my bra clasp, and my breasts fell heavily onto his hands.
“I need to look at you.” His voice was strained with longing.
A deep ache overwhelmed me. I removed my clothes, while Blake, the voyeur, sat back and watched, his legs slightly apart to allow room for his growing erection.
“Maybe I should learn a few moves. You know, like a stripper,” I said with a nervous giggle. I preferred being in the dark without his eyes all over my chubby bits.
“No. I hate that sleazy shit.”
I stood before him, naked except for my panties. “And this isn’t?”
“It’s very different. We’re lovers.” He stared at me with that aroused look he got whenever I was naked. He made me feel like I was the most desirable woman in the world. “Remove the panties, and go over to the table.”
His authoritative rasp tickled my pussy.
“Bend over.”
I laid my naked chest over the cool mahogany wood, my ass in the air, and my sex swollen.
My heart beat wildly, as he stood close and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his hard cock against my ass. His finger slid inside of me, making my walls spasm.
“Your tight cunt is nice and wet. You feel very nice.” His staggered breath choked his words.
He fluttered over my clit with excruciating softness that sent anticipation of an orgasm rushing through me. His hard dick sat against my slit.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, inching the wet head of his cock inside of me.
He pushed in gently. The stretching ache made me moan. I parted my thighs wide to take him whole. He removed it slowly and then re-entered with a hard thrust that made me cry out.
His mouth landed on my neck and bit me gently, his palms taking my breasts as his pounding intensified.
Flexing my pelvis, I pushed my ass against him, encouraging him as we moved together, his pelvis fast and agile each time his large cock threatened to rip me in half. Pain had never felt so bone-meltingly good. His breath grew thick and ragged, his mouth on my neck moist and hot.
Smothering my breasts, his hands moved with that greedy hunger of lust.
In and out, the ravishing friction set off uncontrollable spasms. My moans increased.
His growls vibrated through me as a hot release poured out of him, and his gasp “I love you” penetrated through me.
Tears filled my eyes—pleasure, pain, and something indescribably profound.
He lay over me for a moment, having lost himself completely, as