N. Walters - Stroke of Sapphire

Jake had never been in love with a woman before, wasn’t even sure he knew what the feeling was like, until now. Sapphire stood before him, making herself more vulnerable to him than if she was standing naked.

He studied the two beautiful pieces of jewelry she’d created with her creativity and own two hands. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and his dick grew hard. This beautiful, special woman was pledging herself to him, willing to give him what he needed from her. He’d never met anyone as selfless as Sapphire.

Furthermore, she saw him as some kind of hero, a knight. Maybe a tarnished one, but that was okay by him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’d love for you to wear the bracelet and I’d be honored to wear the ring you made.”

Her smile lit up the entire room. Hell, it lit up the entire world, his world. “But you still haven’t answered my question. He held the diamond engagement ring up. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded, her eyes welling with tears. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He took her hand in his and slipped the ring on her finger. Then he surged to his feet and kissed her, sealing their pact. She was truly his now.

As always, she opened to him, her mouth accepting him, her tongue dueling with his. He craved the taste of her, the warmth and caring. The commitment.

Then he felt her pushing against his shoulders. He lightened the kiss, letting their mouths barely touch for a few seconds before pulling totally away.

She held up the bracelet and ring in front of her. He took the bracelet, more of a cuff really, and snapped it around her waist. Savage satisfaction filled him. She belonged to him totally.

Sapphire lifted his hand and slipped the broad, heavy band onto the pinky finger of his right hand. This was his promise to her, to care for her always and to never abuse her trust. No one had ever given him a gift this precious. “You won’t be sorry,” he promised her.

“I know.” She cupped his cheeks and pulled his head lower so she could reach him. “I love you, Jake Knight.”

Something inside him snapped. He had to have her. Now. She was wearing his ring and the bracelet that signified her acceptance of him, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to mark her with his body.

He bent down, tossed her over his shoulder and headed to the bedroom with her happy laughter ringing in his ears.

Sapphire hung over Jake’s shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom. The flash of heat in his eyes left her with no doubts about how they were going to spend the rest of their evening. He’d tossed her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing and, she admitted to herself, it was quite a turn-on. Jake was incredibly strong, but she never feared he’d use it against her.

From her vantage point, she had a great view of his butt and would have patted it but she was too busy admiring her engagement ring. She turned her hand one way, then another. The ring was simple in design, but it suited her perfectly and fit as though it had been made for her. The bracelet she’d crafted circled her wrist, an endless promise. And he was wearing the ring she’d given him. The only way this night could get more perfect would be if Jake told her he loved her.

And he had in his own way. She would be content with that. Actions spoke louder than words and Jake was indeed a man of action. He leaned over and she went tumbling forward, her back hitting the mattress. She bounced once before settling.

Jake ripped his sweater over his head, tossing it aside. Thick muscles bunched and rippled across his chest and arms. She wanted to touch him.

Sapphire came up on her knees and scooted to the end of the bed. She splayed her hands over his muscular torso, kneading it, stroking it. His breathing grew harsh and he placed his hands over hers, stopping her from teasing his nipples with her thumbs.

He took a step back, but tugged her with him. “Come.”

She scrambled off the bed to stand in front of him. He brushed back a few stray locks of her hair from her face before reaching behind and undoing the clip that was holding the bulk of it back. He tossed the clip onto her nightstand and threaded his fingers through the thick mass.

“I love your hair.” He fisted it in his hands and gently tugged her closer. “It’s so wild and alive, just like you.” He kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, but one of claiming, of ownership. He took her mouth and she opened to him, giving him whatever he needed. His mouth tasted of spices and wine from dinner. It was hot and masculine and wholly consuming. She rested her hands on his bare flesh, feeling the heavy thud of his heart against her palm and the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing grew more ragged.

She wasn’t in any better shape. Her lungs were starved for air by the time he released her. Her entire body was quivering with need, the surface of her skin tingling and alive.

Jake slid his hands over her throat, across her collarbone to the top button of her blouse. Slowly, he undid it, then the next button and the next, until the waistband of her skirt stopped him from releasing the last two. He tugged on her blouse, pulling it away from her skirt. He made quick work of the final closures and shoved the garment down her arms. It fluttered to the floor behind her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. He cupped her heavy mounds of her breasts through the silky fabric of her bra, his thumb circling her engorged nipple. “Perfect.” He bent down, captured the nub and sucked hard. Sapphire cried out as she felt the tug of his mouth all the way to her womb. Heat flooded her pussy, followed by a rush of liquid arousal.

Jake found the closure in the back and released the hooks. He pulled the straps down her arms and the bra joined the other discarded pieces of clothing.

“Take off your skirt.” He bent down and yanked off his socks, leaving him clad in only his jeans. He opened the snap, but didn’t make any further move to remove them. His cock was hard, tenting the front of his jeans.

Sapphire reached behind and pulled down the zipper. The rasping sound was unusually loud, adding to the growing tension. She gave a shimmy and the material flowed over her hips, pooling at her feet. Her bikini panties were the only thing left covering her and there was barely enough material to cover her mound.

His eyes followed every curve of her body, from her breasts to her waist and hips, down her legs to her bare feet.

“Finish it.” His voice was rough and deep. Every muscle of his torso was sharply delineated and a fine sheen of sweat covered it.

Sapphire hooked her thumbs in the band and shoved them down, stepping out of them and kicking them away. “I want to see you.” It wasn’t fair that she was naked and he wasn’t.

One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Want to see me, do you?”

“Yes.” She eyed the tight fit of his jeans and licked her lips. “I definitely want to see you.”

He gave a bark of laughter and unzipped his jeans. “Never let it be said I disappointed a lady.” He shoved his pants down and kicked them away. He’d forgone underwear again tonight, so he was gloriously naked, his cock jutting toward her.

She reached out her hand but he shook his head. She lowered it, feeling slightly frustrated. “That’s not fair,” she pouted.

“You won’t be disappointed,” he promised. “Turn around, put your hands on the bed and lean forward.”

Sapphire faced the bed, glancing over her shoulder to give him what she hoped was a sexy look before putting both palms flat on the mattress. She felt him behind her, large and radiating heat and sexual energy.

His foot tapped the inside of hers. “Spread your legs wider.”

The position left her vulnerable and open. She didn’t hesitate. Her breasts ached to be touched and her pussy was practically begging him to fuck her it was so wet and ready.

Strong hands stroked down her back and cupped her ass. She’d done some reading online and knew that some dominants liked to spank women, but he never had. It was like he’d said. He liked control, but he wouldn’t ever do anything that might hurt her in the remotest way. Instead of feeling controlled, she felt cherished and protected.

His fingers kneaded her behind. “I love your ass. It’s so full and firm.” Lips grazed the mounds, followed by the scrape of teeth. Goose bumps raced down her legs and she gasped.

Jake stroked down her thighs to her knees before gliding upward. She sucked in a breath, silently pleading with him to touch her pussy. He didn’t disappoint.

A thick finger pushed into her slick channel. “You’re already hot and wet.” She didn’t answer and there really wasn’t anything to say. She was always horny around Jake. It would have been embarrassing except for the fact he was always aroused around her too. The feeling was obviously mutual.

He pulled his finger out and her inner muscles clamped around it, trying to keep it inside her, but he wouldn’t be stopped. She heard a sucking sound that was quickly followed by a hum of pleasure. “You taste sweet and spicy at the same time.” Her face flamed when she realized he’d tasted her arousal. “What should I do with you?”

She had plenty of suggestions, but kept them to herself for now, sensing Jake was enjoying prolonging the moment and building the tension for both of them. She went up on her toes and swung her ass from side to side to entice him.

Jake swore, his hands gripped her hips and she felt his hot breath on the slick folds of her pussy. He was on his knees behind her, looking at her. There was no hiding how much she wanted him and she didn’t want to. She glanced to the left and looked at her ring and the bracelet, both symbols of her love for him. There was no greater aphrodisiac in the world than love.