The Redemption(78)

A small moan escapes her before she whispers, “Are you wooing me, Mr. Caggiano?” I can tell she’s succumbing as her hands glide roughly over my shirt and stomach. She has a thing for my abs I’ve discovered. I do extra sit-ups just for her.

“Trying my hardest.”

“You don’t have to try that hard. I’m already pretty smitten.”

“I like you smitten,” I whisper. “Turn around.”

The queen size bed is on a platform angled in the corner. The sheets a pale green, the comforter white. Mosquito netting is draped around with flowers hanging down. Cynthia did a great job making this happen.

With a hand covering her mouth that’s dropped open in awe, Rochelle quickly closes it and says, “Do we get to sleep out here tonight?”

“If you want.”

“I definitely want to. It’s like a fairytale come to life. Dex,” she says, her excitement getting the best of her. “I can’t believe you did this. You gave me Neverland, again.” She takes my hand and does this little sway of her hips. “I’m liking this romancing business.” Signaling toward the bed, she adds, “I’m feeling like going to bed early. Wanna join—Oh my God! Are those butterflies?” Rochelle chases an orange and black butterfly until it lands and a yellow one flutters by, grabbing her attention. “Dex! They’re everywhere. Look around on the plants. Butterflies.”

I smile, enjoying seeing her so happy, flirtatious, and excited. Running up to me, she grabs me hard, her arms tight around my neck. “You did this. You did all of this for me?”

“I did. It’s all for you.”

“I’m going to spend all night showing you how grateful I am to have you in my life.” She kisses me and it’s not gentle.

“Ms. Floros, I could get used to this kind of gratitude on a regular basis.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Neither have you,” I say, holding her steady in my sights.

“You don’t even know what you do to me.” Another kiss lands on my lips as she holds me by my shirt to her. “Make love to me, Dex. I want you.”

The darkness outside and the plants along the walls protect us from outside prying eyes. “Take your clothes off and show me how much you want me.”

Her eyes are sultry, the challenge tempting her. Moving across the room, I turn the lights down, the glow of the candles adding to the mood. The shadowed butterflies still fly about and I lie on the bed, getting comfortable.

Keeping her eyes on me, she takes her shirt over her head and drops it on a chair nearby. Her fingers toy with her jeans like she’s toying with me. My cock is hard and getting harder from watching her before she even takes her shoes off. She turns around and bends over, giving me a full view of her fantastic ass as she takes her jeans down. The lace thong is a tease just like her. My palm rubs over my dick and I decide to give myself some more room to grow by unfastening my jeans.

Her arms reach around her back and she undoes the clasp of her bra with ease, letting it hang while she takes one strap and then the other down her arms. She turns back around, not hiding, but smirking and confident. Lifting the netting, she joins me on the bed by crawling up my body and pushing my shirt up as she goes. “Take your clothes off, Dex. Show me how much you want me,” she says, repeating my earlier demand.

Like her, I strip my clothes off, but without the production, then kneel down in front of her. Slowly, I run my hands up her soft skin. When my fingertips reach her panties, I start to descend, taking them with me. I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. This time sucking hard, wanting her marked as mine. Her fingers find the top of my head and she rubs them through my hair. Moving to her *, I mimic her by moving my tongue around her clit, her back arching as her body lowers, bringing her closer. I slide my hands under her ass, gripping her hips and licking, taunting, and f*cking harder, eliciting the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard.

My hair is tugged and I inhale her while driving her mad with pleasure. She squirms and I hold on tighter until I hear her breathing stagger and her body starts to tighten. With her head tilted back, her mouth wide open, she comes with desperate moans as her body is overwhelmed and tremors.

“Dex!” Her back falls flat against the mattress and her breath returns, her thighs easing around my head. I place one more kiss on her * before I slide up next to her. Her lids are heavy and a smile resides on her face. “It’s been a while,” she says, as if I’m judging her.

“It’s been a while for both of us.” I roll over so I’m resting on her bare chest, our bodies aligned. She kisses me, then I whisper, “I haven’t been with anyone except you in almost a year.”

She kisses me again this time lingering on my lips. “I’ve not been with anyone else in the last three.”

My heart starts racing as I take in her words, her confession, and her commitment. Hovering over her, I feel the need to release my own confession, but this time not running away from fear of rejection. I say, “I love you.”

Her eyes stay locked on mine and she says, “I love you too.”

Pushing inside, her eyes close as her warmth engulfs me. I close my eyes and begin moving. The soft skin of her hand finds the rough surface of my face and she caresses. “Open your eyes, Dex.” Her words are uneven like our breathing.