Page 103 of Guarded Love

I adjust myself before I say, "So beautiful. So fucking perfect."

I start slowly, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs before finally giving her what we both want. The first taste of her makes me groan against her skin. She's already wet, and when I begin my feast, her hips buck up toward my mouth.

"Blaise," she gasps, her fingers making their way into my hair.

While my tongue has its fun with her pussy, I slide one finger and then a second inside her. The sound she makes sends heatstraight to my cock. Her grip in my hair tightens as I establish a rhythm that has her breathing becoming more erratic.

"That feels so good," she whimpers.

I curl my fingers, searching for her G-Spot because I know that will drive her wild. When I find it, her whole body jerks and she cries out my name.

"Right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."

I wouldn’t dream of it. I focus all my attention on that spot while my tongue continues its relentless pace against her clit. Her breathing becomes more shallow, and I can feel her muscles starting to tense.

"I'm so close," she pants as her thighs begin to tremble around my head.

I increase the intensity, adding a third finger and stretching her carefully while maintaining that perfect angle. Her back arches off the towel, and I know she's right on the edge.

"Let go for me, kitten," I murmur against her. "I've got you."

That's all it takes. Her orgasm crashes over her with an intensity that takes us both by surprise. Her body shakes beneath my mouth as she cries out and I move back to watch her. Then something different happens. A rush of warmth hits my fingers and the towel beneath her as her body releases in a way I can tell is completely new to her.

"Oh my God," she gasps, her eyes flying open wide with shock and embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't—I've never?—"

"Hey, hey." I move up her body immediately, gathering her in my arms. "Don't apologize. That was incredible. You're incredible."

Her face is flushed, and I know it’s a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and mortification. "That's never happened before. Not with anyone."

"Good," I say, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad I got to be your first for that."

She looks up at me and I can see that she is still slightly dazed. "Really? You're not grossed out?"

"Are you kidding me?" I stroke her hair to wipe it away from her face. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. The fact that I made you feel that good..." I trail off, shaking my head. "You have no idea what that does to me."

A small smile tugs at her lips. "I can feel what it does to you," she says as her hand makes its way to my jeans.

I groan at the contact. "We should get cleaned up first."

She nods, but I can see that she is still a little overwhelmed by what just happened. I help her sit up, making sure she's steady before I stand and extend my hand to her.

"Come on," I say gently. "Let's get you in the shower."

She takes my hand and lets me pull her to her feet. Her legs are still slightly shaky, and I keep my arm around her waist as we walk toward the bathroom.

"The towels," she says as she spares a glance back at the evidence of what we just did.

"I'll take care of them later," I assure her. "Right now, I just want to take care of you."

Deep down, I know that’s one of the top two things that I would want to do in life: take care of her and play hockey, in that order. As we make our way to the bathroom, I can’t think of a better way I could have spent my last day in paradise.

31

WILLOW

By the time I make it back to my dorm, I feel like my bones have been replaced with boulders. My arms barely work as I swipe my card and push it open. The hallway and common area are empty and everything would be quiet if it wasn’t for the muffled thud of someone’s music playing from their room.

I somehow make it to my room and let the door slam shut behind me with more force than necessary. My backpack hits the floor as I shrug it off my shoulders and I’m only slightly grateful that I left my laptop here, so it didn’t suffer any injuries when my bag hit the ground.