Chapter Fifteen

BLISS. It had become her favorite word since last night, ever since she realized and experienced just how multifaceted it was. And now, waking up to find herself nestled in his arms, having his face the first thing she saw in the morning, she had her taste of another kind of bliss.

This one was sweeter than a baby's breath—-

His eyes opened.

Bliss, she thought again, but this time it was more magical than magic itself.

"Good morning." His voice was still rough with sleep, and it was the sexiest sound in the world.

"Morning." Hers, on the other hand, contained all the ugly croakiness of a pubescent frog's, and the sheer unfairness of it had Blake grimacing. He saw this, and the way his gaze gleamed made it seem as if he knew exactly what she was thinking...or comparing.

"Not fair," she pouted.

"I'm sorry."

"You should make it up to me."

"How?"

An idea popped in her mind, but it was just so...well...kinky and lewd that the mere thought of saying it out loud had her turning red.

Thornton gazed at his girlfriend thoughtfully. If Blake had simply wanted him to kiss or even make love to her, she wouldn't have had a problem saying such things out loud. Perhaps...she wanted him to say something sweet or nice? Then again, if that was just it, Blake would've more likely made a game out of it.

So it had to be something else , Thornton considered pensively.

Blake noticed the way he was studying her assessingly. "What?"

"I'm trying to figure out what you wanted to ask of me." He saw her cheeks instantly turn a deeper shade of red at his words. Mm. "Is it kinky then?"

"Thorn!" A mortified wail, but the flash of guilt in her eyes told him he was on the right track.

"Would you like me to go down on you?"

Blake couldn't help jerking upright to a sitting position and barely remembered to clutch the sheets to her naked breasts. "W-What?" Go down? On her? Did that mean...what she thought it meant?

Lots of curiosity there, but he could also see that wasn't it. Mm.

Blake finally understood what Thornton was mulling over and frantically shook her head. "It was just a silly thought," she told him hastily, "so forget about it, okay?"

"If you simply tell me what it is..."

She shook her head. No! Never! Ever!

Thornton frowned. What kinky suggestion could possibly embarrass his normally-shameless girlfriend? Something probably the virgin in her might think was wrong to ask for? Maybe...

Ah.

Blake let out a squeak when Thornton suddenly rose to his knees as he reached for her. "What are you—-" He pulled her up to flip her around, and she suddenly found herself facing the wall. "T-Thornton," she couldn't help stammering even as her heart started racing.

She felt and heard sheets rustling as Thornton moved to kneel behind her, and a shiver ran down her spine. "Thorn—-" His fingers squeezed one cheek of her ass. Oh God.

"You want us to try a different kind of fucking."

Blake could only whimper. It was weird, but there was just something about Thornton's matter-of-fact tone that made the words sound a lot more dirtier than it should be.

"Was this..." Thornton's other hand settled on the small of her back.

"The position..." She felt the gentlest sense of pressure, Thornton guiding her to bend down.

"You were thinking of?"

And just like that, she found herself with her ass in the air while her elbows pressed down against the bed.

"Blake?" Thornton rasped out.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "Y-Ye... aaaaaaaaaah."

His cock had plunged into her even before she finished speaking, and oh God, it was so, so gloriously good. Just like last night, his thrusts started out slow and careful, but unlike last night, she was no longer nervous and afraid.

Thornton's teeth gnashed against each other when he suddenly felt Blake's hips moving in response and she started grinding her ass against his cock. His fingers dug into the sweet, plump cheeks of her bottom, and he heard her gasp.

"Yes."

He pulled out and sank in harder and deeper, wanting to see if she could take it—-

"Y-y-yes."

The sweet, begging note in her voice was unmistakable. Thank fuck. Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he began to give it to her, as hard and fast as he could and the way they both needed. God. Her pussy was like nothing he had ever fucked. It was so damn tight, and her muscles so damn good at squeezing his cock—-

"T-T-Thorn..."

Her shuddering gasp caused her beautiful breasts to jiggle, and the movement had him bending forward so he could feel their tantalizing softness against his own palms. His fingers found her nipples, which were already hard and straining for his touch.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Thornton pulled out one last time, and when he sank back into her, his fingers pinched her nipples hard.

Blake screamed, and a moment later, he felt the hot, creamy essence of her cum gushing around his manhood. The feel of it triggered his own, and with a growl of her name, Thornton felt himself coming hard, his cock ejaculating inside of her, over and over, until his seed and her cum mixed and began dripping down her legs.

Time seemed to fly past Blake, with her mind reduced into a feverish haze of heat and a seemingly unstoppable storm of shudders taking over her body. By the time she felt a little more like herself and less like the world's luckiest sex slave, she was already in the shower with Thornton and his fingers were massaging her scalp and threading through the shampoo-foamed strands of her hair.

It just felt so surreal, and when she thought about how the past 24 hours had been...

"Thornton..."

In the process of running the soap down her body, he paused at the questioning note in her voice and looked down to find Blake seemingly holding her breath.

"Blake?"

"Are you real?"

He almost smiled. "Yes."

Her breath came out in a whoosh. "So I'm not dreaming."

"No. You're not."

"Which means..."

He raised a brow. Surely she wouldn't say what he had a feeling she would say—-

"You're perfect," she said dreamily.

And yet she did.

"I'm not."

"You are."

And so the world's silliest argument continued, and Thornton, whose wealth afforded him the most lavish of pleasures and most exotic adventures, couldn't remember the last time he had more fun.

"Super perfect!" Blake's laughing voice played out from the half-open door of her bathroom while he waited outside for her to finish changing.

"No. I'm not."

"Yes. You are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." Thornton's phone vibrated in his pocket as he spoke, and he pulled it out to see a notification of a new text message.

Arden : Sorry for the delayed reply. Busy day at the cafe. And yeah, Elizabeth and Blake did talk about that guy, and when she asked your girlfriend if the guy likes her, Blake's exact answer was "Well, of course he likes me."