18. Chapter Eighteen

Rose

I can't think. I'm not sure I want to. I just want to swim in these wonderful feelings as warmth and pleasure radiate through my body. It's as though I'm floating on a wave of passion, and I don't want it to end.

The heat from his breath wafts between my legs and sends a shiver of anticipation through me that makes its way out in a shocked gasp.

My senses are overwhelmed in the most wonderful way. He takes his time exploring, teasing me with gentle licks and bites that send sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. Every flick of his tongue torches a new bolt of electricity that leaves me breathless.

My fingers dig into the sheets because I'm afraid I'll mark him with my nails if I keep my hands on his perfect, muscular body. My skin is slick with sweat as I try to keep from screaming out in pleasure. The sensations are too intense to bear, yet I can't get enough.

His mouth feels hot and wet against me as he lavishes attention on my most sensitive areas with tantalizing licks and bites. His tongue and lips are wreaking havoc on me.

The sensations ignite a fire within me, the flames licking higher with every lick of his tongue. Every nerve ending hums with pleasure as the sensations intensify.

I can smell his spicy masculine scent engulfing me, like a heady aphrodisiac, heightening every sensation until they're almost too much to bear.

His long hair is soft as silk against my skin, as if it were made just for this purpose. With each stroke of his tongue, pleasure surges through me, leaving me breathless and panting for more.

His hands move over me expertly, their touch light but commanding, building my bliss until I'm panting, desperate for more.

The combination of tender touches mixed with intense pressure sends tides of goosebumps over every inch of my skin, intensifying as wave after wave of ecstasy builds and swirls inside me.

I'm panting, desperate, lifting my pelvis as if the very action begs for more. He intensifies his pressure at the same moment he slides one finger into my wet and waiting channel.

The pressure amplifies inside me until it feels as though I'll burst into flames at any moment. When he finally pushes me over the edge, the orgasm that washes over me feels like nothing I've ever experienced before—it's pure ecstasy.

I'm lost in the sensations for long moments as my mind takes me to some magical place outside of the bounds of space and time and physics. I'm floating and pulsing and moaning and every muscle in my body is spasming in pure, endless bliss.

"Magic," I manage to say through rubbery lips as my breathing slows and the ecstasy ebbs.

Forcing myself out of my cocoon of pleasure, I force myself to open my eyes, to look at him. He's wedged between my legs, his long, dark hair fanned out on my thighs, his lips glistening with my cream.

As blissed out as I feel, he looks as though he's just as fulfilled. He has such a satisfied look on his face, a bystander might think Rip is the one who just had the best orgasm of his life instead of being the one who bestowed it.

He has given me something no one else has—the gift of true pleasure. How do you thank someone for that?

He kisses his way up my body along the same path he traveled long minutes ago, and then lies next to me. Gathering me in his arms, he murmurs softly in my ear.

I can barely make out what he says, but by the soft tones, it's easy to figure out his words are filled with affection.

When my brain finally comes back online and I've regained control of my faculties, I ask, "How many hours ago did I tell you that allowing me to wear the amulet was the best present I'd ever received?"

His only answer is to nip my ear.

"That was before I knew I could feel like this."

I sigh and relax into the mattress as I stroke his chest.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He tenderly kisses my cheek.

When his cock thumps against my hip, my eyes flare open.

"I-I should reciprocate. I… tell me how to pleasure you, Rip."

"You're tired, Rose. I can give you a step-by-step tutorial tomorrow."

"Crap!" It's only now that I remember my plan. There was something I wanted to do with him, something I think he'll like. But he's right. I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. "Tomorrow. It's a date."