Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(87)

My white dress falls on the floor.

His hands fondle my waist, my hips, my abdomen, just like an artist touching his creation, until I feel him caressing my inner thighs. I’m getting so drenched but decide to turn around and face him. After all, I have something urgent to ask. “Can you make me a promise?”

“Tell me,” he murmurs with a tender smile.

“I want to try everything. No conditions, no fears, no holding back.”

He blinks at my request. I know he didn’t expect that. He swallows hard, but I remain steadily looking at him. “Are you sure? You really want to try everything?”

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, everything. I want to become a woman, your woman.”

A smile of pride and satisfaction lights up his face. “I’m afraid to say, Ms. Van Gatt, we’ll need much more than a week, then.”

I beam at him, my cheeks flushing. I have to look down and take a deep breath before I can face his gaze again. “Well, we’ve got our entire lives, don’t we?” His blue eyes devour mine, picturing exactly that.

“Indeed, we do.” He places a warm kiss on my lips. “I promise.”

Then he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carries me to his bed, laying me beneath him. I start unbuttoning his shirt, our eyes wide open, savoring every single moment. He reaches for my hand and presses it hard against his chest, letting me feel his heartbeat; his skin’s so warm and smooth that I gasp. While he’s kissing me, I timidly move my hands down to unfasten his belt. He watches me do so. I unzip his jeans and swallow nervously as I see the hard bulge inside his black boxers. Wow. He removes his pants completely, lifts up the bedsheets, and slides inside with me. Only then, under the sheets, does he take off his boxers, but the white bed linen is hiding everything. He lies on top of me once again; this time, though, I know that he’s naked. He looks into my eyes, then at my face glowing by the warm light of the fireplace.

“I have to tell you something…” he breathes.

I feel his vulnerability.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

But the words seem hard for him to get out. “I do really love you, Petra.” That’s all he manages to say.

I chuckle and kiss him on the forehead. “I do really love you, Alexander.” He’s about to reach for the nightstand to get a condom, but I stop him. “It’s alright, I’m on the pill…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” I wet my lips and whisper in his ear, “I want to feel you, and only you, inside.”

He swallows hard.

As I kiss his mouth hungrily, I spread my legs apart, letting him know I’m ready to give myself entirely to him. “I love you,” he murmurs once more as he brings his cock to my opening.

“I love you too.” I’m about to reach to meet his lips when I suddenly feel the first stroke between my legs. God! Now I understand why he didn’t want me to see him. I feel him so thick and hard that I shiver. My entire body tightening, I close my eyes, my mouth wide open to breathe. He moves some strands away from my face then softly kisses my eyelids, my cheek, my chin, my neck, and my lips again. He thrusts slowly into me, and I gasp.

“It’s alright,” he whispers. “Give me your hand… Look at me.” I open my eyes. “I will go very slowly, I promise. Squeeze my hand if you feel pain.”

I nod timidly.

He plants a long, tender kiss on my forehead while pushing gently inside. I open my thighs a bit more. I can feel my flesh giving away, my hymen tearing... I squeeze his hand. He keeps his cock still and motionless, while nuzzling and kissing my lips. I drag some precious air into my lungs, trying to tame my loud, intense pulse. After feeling me calm, Alex forces himself deeper.

“Ahh…” I moan again. From pain? Pleasure? Both? I can’t tell. He then sucks my neck, sending my heart in a flurry of wild beats. Oh my... His touch is so delicious, so protective, gentle, and warm. I bring his chest down closer to mine, reveling in his body heat as much as I can. He continues to push very slowly, nervous to hurt me by shoving farther, as he knows I’m bleeding. “Ahh...” I have to feel him totally inside. “Deeper,” I beg in a whisper.

He gets goose bumps just hearing my voice.

“Are you sure?” he asks again.

I smile as I look into his blue eyes. “Of course.”





Alexander Van Dieren





Consumed by the desire to have her entirely, I support my upper body with my hands so I can look at her tits and watch her moaning as I go deeper into her. I notice her eyes are closed. But not mine. I don’t want to miss anything. I feel her so warm and drenched, yet so narrow that it’s hard to even move. Despite her tightness, I persist in pushing myself farther in. My strokes remain gentle, yet firm and determined. I want so badly to be totally inside, filling her completely. She wets her lips. I know she’s enjoying it—she just brought her hands to my ass, squeezing and pressing it into her. I pound her faster with shallow strokes as I feel myself totally immersed in her little pussy, my thrusts becoming more insistent, more deliberate.

“Ahhh…” She looks so damn beautiful when she moans. I love to see her sweaty face, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips panting for me... I still can’t believe she is mine. God, she’s really here. Oddly enough, I can’t see her being just my girlfriend. Every time I look at her, my dream tells me I’m making love to my future wife. After all, I know I will marry her. Somehow I always knew. And this is how, one day, I want to give her children. Damn, why am I thinking about this now?