“Watch your step. We’re almost there,” he says, leading me a few more feet and then taking me by the shoulders. “Welcome to an evening under the stars.”
He removes my blindfold to reveal a wonderland of flowers and tiny white lights. There’s a buffet table with chafing dishes on burners, an ice bucket with a bottle of wine, and a bistro table set with a red tablecloth and white china.
“How did you do all of this?” I ask, overwhelmed by his effort to make my prom night special.
“I’ll move mountains for you, princess. This was nothing.” He takes my hand and leads me to an open space on the patio. “May I have this dance?”
“I’d be delighted,” I reply, still trying to catch my breath.
I feel like a real princess as my big, strong man twirls me around under a sky full of stars. No one has ever made me feel this way before. I’m overwhelmed with emotions, and my knees are weak.
“Are you alright, baby?” he asks as he holds me close against his chest.
“I still can’t believe that you did all of this for me,” I get choked up and have to fight back the tears.
“Just wait until you see what we’re having for dinner. Shall we?” He walks me to the bistro table and pulls out my chair. “We don’t have any wait staff so I’ll be serving you.”
He brings me the most beautiful plate of prime rib that I’ve ever seen then joins me at the table.
I take a bite then remember, “Aren’t they having prime rib at the prom?”
He wipes his mouth with a linen napkin and says, “They’re having this prime rib at the prom. They have these floral arrangements, this dinnerware, and even the same tablecloths. You have everything that they have but you have it all to yourself.”
“And I have you, the best man on the planet,” I add.
“I don’t have enough alcohol to get you drunk, and I’ve already claimed your virginity but we can still have an after party if you want. Your mother isn’t expecting you home until morning.”
“Then let’s have some more wine,” I smile. “Seriously, Ryan, I never expected anything like this. You don’t know how much it means to me.”
“I told you, I’d do anything for you.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
We dance, laugh, and eat until two in the morning then shut down the lights and go inside. Ryan leads me up the stairs and tells me to sit on the bed while he goes into the bathroom. As I wait, I hear water running and assume that he’s taking a shower, but he returns a few minutes later.
“I’m running a bath,” he tells me.
“For us.” He removes my gown, bra, and panties. I watch as he strips down, still hypnotized by his incredible physique.
The soaker tub is filled to the top with white, foamy bubbles that look like clouds in the candle lit master bath. There’s a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a bowl of strawberries drizzled with white chocolate beside the tub. I get in and lie against Ryan’s chest. When I settle in, the water comes up to my neck.
“I’m jealous of your tub,” I tell him. “I have to lie flat on my back to get wet in my tiny tub at home.”
“Then you’re in luck. What’s mine is yours so you can use this tub any time you want to. Now just lie back and relax.”
He feeds me a strawberry and hands me a glass of wine.
“Here’s to a wonderful night,” he toasts.
“The best,” I add.
We stay in the tub until the water goes cold. Ryan wraps me in a big fluffy towel and wraps another around his waist.
“It’s time for bed.” He leads me back into the bedroom and lays me down on his king size bed. He climbs in next to me and kisses me deeply. “It’s time to make love, princess.”
My body tingles in anticipation as he opens my towel and runs his hand from my breast to my belly and back again. His tongue makes tiny circles around my nipples as he parts my legs and puts his fingers inside me. I’m wet and hungry for him. His manhood has become a bit of an addiction for me. I expect him to mount me but instead, he lies down beside me and says, “Tonight is your night. Climb on and ride me.”
“I don’t know how,” I whisper.