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That’s when he crooks his finger and finds my prostate. I press against his hand and whimper. Blake rubs faster, adding a few firm taps, making me see stars, moons, and whole frigging universes. “Ohhhh.” I grip his hair and squirm, grinding against him. “Bl… Blake. Oh gods, oh gods…” I’m so hard. This feels so good. I need him inside me. “Blake, please.” I slam my mouth against his as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m… I’m…”
With no warning, Blake’s finger slips from me. “Nooooo!” I wail. Loudly. I don’t even care if I’m drawing the attention of everyone on the lake. “Blake!” I pound my head against his shoulder. “I was so close.”
He slides his cock between my cheeks, rocking back and forth over my hole. “Shhhh. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
There’s only so much torture a person can take before they break, and I am there. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please, darling. I need you inside me. I need you so much.” My cock is throbbing, and I’ll take any friction I can get.
But rather than getting the relief I need, Blake lifts me off his lap and settles me in one of the contoured hot tub seats. “Blake!” I’m about to tell him exactly what I think about being abandoned to die of blue balls, when he presses a button on the control panel. New jets of water come to life, pulsing against my hole and the back of my balls. “Holy sweet mother-of-pearl.” My head lolls against the headrest and I grab my cock, stroking fast. This is the best hot tub ever.
The water sloshes as Blake stands, and for a moment I think he’s leaving. I open my eyes, sitting forward and almost bump into his cock, which is now at eye level, giving me a close up as he slides a condom on and adds lube from a bottle sitting on the ledge of the hot tub. I blink, trying to figure out where the supplies came from. “Wait, did you… You planned this whole thing.”
“I did.” Stroking himself, he sits down on the edge of the hot tub with his back to the lake. “You’re going to feel so good, love.” He hauls me onto his lap, my legs to either side of him. Oh, hells, yes! This is more like it. I raise up on my knees and Blake positions the head of his cock against my hole. “Take it slowly, sweetheart. When you’re ready.”
I nod and sink down on him, moaning as he fills me, stretching me gloriously. “Gods, Blake.” I sigh as I bottom out and rest my forehead against his. “You feel so good.”
He settles one hand at my lower back, the other fisted around my cock, stroking slowly. “Ride me, love. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I grab his shoulders for balance and push up onto my knees before slowly sinking down, grinding and pressing him deep inside me. “Oh my gods, Blake. Yes.” I kiss him hard as I ride him, never slowing, his muscles clenching and relaxing under me as he thrusts up to meet my body. “Frigging hells, harder, darling. Faster. Make me come.” I whimper against his lips, a tingling starting in my spine, the pressure building in my lower back. My balls tighten and light sparkles behind my eyes. “Blake, I’m gonna…”
“Yes. Come. Come for me, Stef.”
I grind down on him, and his grip tightens on my cock. Thrusting one more time into his fist, I come so hard the air is forced out of my lungs. Blake strokes me through each shudder and when my head falls to his shoulder, he releases me and grabs my hips, thrusting hard. His fingers dig in as his whole body tenses. He groans so loud it scares a few ducks who quack angrily and take flight.
I drape myself over him until I regain control over my limbs. Blake’s arms tighten around me, stroking my back, his hands gentle and his touch light. I smile into his neck. “Mmmm. That was wonderful.” I pinch his side lightly. “Except the part where you teased me unmercifully. I almost died.”
Blake’s breathless chuckle rumbles against my chest, which only makes me smile harder. “I love you.” His deep voice rumbles in my ear but I feel his words in every part of my body.
“Mmm. I love you too.” With a groan, I lift up and off him, letting him stand so he can remove the condom and tie it off, dropping it onto the tile for later cleanup. He sits down in the water and pulls me close, cradling me against his chest, stroking my arm with his fingertips. “This is so much better than working.”
“Mmm. It is.” I close my eyes and snuggle closer.
Blake’s voice is a comforting rumble against my chest. “Thank you for today.”
I roll my head to the side and glance up at him. “You’re welcome, but I don’t know what you’re thanking me for. The sex?” I grin and he laughs.
“Alright, fine. That too.” He kisses my damp hair. “Thank you for rearranging your schedule to be with me this afternoon. I needed the break from work, and you made it even better by being here.”
I roll into him, kissing his cheek. “You’re welcome.” We sit silently for a few minutes, catching our breath. “Blake, I’m truly proud of you. Rather than staying in a stressful situation, you took yourself out of that environment. That’s huge.”
He squeezes my shoulder and kisses my forehead. “Work used to be my priority, but nowyouare.” He strokes my cheek, and my insides go all gooey. “Thank you for being in my life.”
I press my lips to his, savoring this romantic moment. This man who knows me, and accepts me, who believes the person I am makes his life better, is everything to me. “Thank you for wanting me here. For giving me space to be myself and finding value in that.”
“I find more than value in you, Stef. I love you.”
“I love you too. With all my heart.” I lean into his comforting arms, and we look out over the lake, enjoying the peace of the sunny afternoon. I can imagine us years from now, sitting on this same patio, laughing and kissing, both of us incredibly happy, centered, and balanced. We’ll be each other’s safe space, the place where we’re free to be our true selves and know we’re loved no matter what.
Epilogue - Stef
Eightmonthslater…
“Sweetheart, are you almost ready? Our reservation is for seven.” Blake’s patient voice drifts in from his reading nook where he’s tucked into his favorite leather wingback, reading the latest Gary Atkinson novel. I know this because that’s where he’s been most of the day. I love that he takes time for himself now without prompting. We haven’t had any more stress scares since that first one that sent him to the ER. Although I’m grateful it resulted in our reconnection, neither of us wants a repeat.
I glide my lipstick over my bottom lip then set it with a tissue, checking my appearance in my vanity mirror. “Darling, you can’t rush perfection.” I stand and walk to my full-length mirror, checking my ensemble one last time. Tonight I went with my gray, long-sleeved turtleneck dress, under a sheer rhinestone embellished mid-thigh overskirt, and my silver strappy Jimmy Choos. I parted my hair in the middle, falling in long blonde waves down my back, and tucked it behind my ears to show off my dangly rhinestone earrings. It’s eye-catching, but subtle, since Blake hasn’t shared where we’re going tonight. “But yes, my love, Iamready.”
With a sense of excitement, I exit the bedroom and cross the small den, stopping in front of Blake’s chair. He closes his book and looks at me over the rims of his reading glasses. They’re a recent addition. He was a bit self-conscious about them at first, but he’s over most of that. All it took was telling him he looks drop-dead sexy in them, which he does. I also might have begged him to wear them to bed the night he got them. He agreed as long as I promised never to call him Daddy.
Blake’s eyes lock on my shoes and move up my body, taking in my ensemble with a gaze that feels more like a loving caress. When his eyes meet mine, the approval and appreciation there calms my jitters. “You like?” I do a slow turn so he can take in the whole ensemble.
