CEO’s REDEMPTION

ROMANTIC MOMENTS IN THE CAVE

Hours later.

I am curled up in Jerol’s arms as we bask in the warmth of the blanket around us and the blazing fire before us.

It seems like he had planned this so well. The man guarding the castle brought us some warm clothes which did not help so much. It’s hell-cold inside this cave, and the cold became worse as the sun kissed the sky. I was dead shivering, but thanks to my incredible king of romance and sense. I did not know what he meant when he said we are gonna be swimming in immense warmth tonight and I will forget I even felt cold today.

Mentally I was like, hello? You said we are in Limuru and as history has it, it’s never hot in Limuru.

Silly me!

Now I know what he meant – being curled up in his warm arms, under the warmth of the blanket, in front of a kind of a bonfire, and to top it all, under the spell of his percolating hot pheromones. There definitely can never be a better warmth than this one. I am intoxicated. I am burning! How did that cold feel again?

“Are you okay?” Jerol speaks, his hands doing sweet rounds on my back.

I shift, clambering to his lap as I peek up at him. Ooh, this night better be long!

“Better than ever!” I say as our eyes lock, the fire doing not so much enough to shine for us. Or am I this intoxicated?

I love the way his face looks under the dim light – bright but under the shadows of vagueness.

“Is the cold all gone?” He speaks, the warmth of his words caressing my face gently as we are just an inch apart.

Cold?

“I am so hot!” I whimper, coercing a charming grin from him.

“I see! My wife is hot, huh? Wait, hot or horny?” He teases as his hand sneak beneath my tops, making me shiver as his bare contact meets my melting skin.

Got or horny? Is there a difference?

“Both.” I murmur to his tempting luscious lips, almost crashing on them, but a soft brush of his thumb on my hard nipples summons a needy moan from me, making me shy. I end up hiding my rosy face behind his ear.

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“And why is my sweet horny wife shy now?” He teases in a whimper, bleeding all his strength on my nipples, making me scream with pleasure.

“I… I… Am… Ooh!” Damn me! What am I saying again?

“You are shy to show how much your husband is pleasuring you, huh?” He grumbles huskily on my neck, pinching my nipples so hard and sweet that he summons my gaze from my hiding place.

“No!” I whimper so silently that I am not sure it made it to his ears, but a cocky grin from him proves that it did.

“Mmh. Then show me that you are not shy.” He says, earning a moan of letdown from me as his hands cut the pleasure they were bleeding on me. “Show me that you want me to pleasure you, and I promise you will have the best night of your life.” He devilishly whispers, a surge of adrenaline rush tickling me down my spine, arousing the butterflies in my belly.

I have had my best nights in his arms already. What more could make this one special, huh?

My curiosity and desires drive my hands to my jacket, grabbing the zip and pulling it down slowly as he states in pleasure and awe. One by one, all the fabrics covering my body kiss the floor. I don’t even mind where they fall, and I am not worried that I might have tossed some right into the fire. I am driven by a dominant compelling force to this.

I kneel before him when I am done, slowly nudging him backwards until he is sprawled beneath me on the duvet serving as our mattress tonight, his husky breath nuzzling my face as I reach for his tee.

Now, I have a sense that I am doing this the wrong way. This is more of me pleasuring him and not what he had implied. But since he seems to be getting a thrilling kick out of my wild madness, who am I to worry?

Resting his white boxer on the floor, I turn my full attention to him, wondering what to do next, until I catch a glimpse of his hard meat. Hard, but seemingly so tender! My mind goes wild with assorted wild thoughts. They are crazy, and for a moment I think that I am really possessed. I can’t even look anywhere else. My eyes are glued there, scrutinizing every inch of it. And then he speaks, blowing my wild little brain away.

“Will you give me the pleasure of tasting it with your mouth, baby? It won’t hurt.”Damn!

Of course, how can something so holy, so irresistibly delicious, hurt, huh? And it will be my honor to suckle this red tip of it, and feel it stroke the walls of my mouth as it swims in my juice. I can imagine the sense of it tickling my core as my lips hug its base so tight.

Ooh, dang! I mean, holy me! What am I thinking? When did I become a dirty little horny girl, huh?

“Well, baby? I am waiting!” He whispers, and I swallow hard.

Well, to hell with the buts…