I follow Braxton into a beautiful bedroom and can hardly believe my eyes at how lovely everything is. Rows of candles burn along the dark furniture and the windowsill. I see they are not real, though they look it, so there is no fear of fire. The bed itself is a large four-poster with a beautiful red comforter that matches the red and black curtains and other fabrics in the room, except for the cream colored carpet.I can’t help but cover my mouth as I walk in, thinking this room is larger than the main part of my apartment. It is so warm and inviting. I could stay here forever.“All of your new items have been put away,” Braxton said, gesturing at a closet and the drawers. He opens one slightly and then closes it without looking inside. I wonder if whoever took my clothing out of the bag noticed the sexy lingerie.A door is open across from the bed, and there’s a light shining from in there. Braxton walks over and pushes the door open. “The en suite bathroom is right here.”I can see

Julia Thompson is asleep on my chest. Making love to her was incredible, so much better than I even imagined, and over the last six months, I have spent a great deal of time imagining just that, but now that she is here, in a bed, in my house, naked, beside me, I don’t have to imagine anymore.But I want to.I want to lie here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and dream of all of the ways I want to make love to her over and over again, all of the places, all of the rooms. She is such a gorgeous woman. Everything about her is perfect from her beautiful face to her lean, muscular frame, to her ample breasts and narrow waist. Seeing her take the reins, to have the freedom to move on top of me however she liked, was inspiring. I knew, once she realized she was free to do whatever she liked, that she’d be willing to step out of her comfort zone a bit, but I had no idea she would be so daring the first time.Next time, if she’ll allow me, I would like to take her

I do not want to hamper Julia’s newfound independence or spirit in any way, but I do want her to know what it is like to have her body completely worshiped by a man who knows exactly what he is doing in the bedroom. I want her to experience everything, as if she is a virgin and has never been touched by a man before. I intend to take her to new heights, to places she’s never dreamt of before, and in order to do that, I need her to know that she can trust me, that the things I ask her to do, or to let me do, will result in her pleasure like nothing she’s ever experienced before.I kiss her deeply, unable to contain my passion for her. She is like a delicate flower, and I am a raindrop, caressing her petals for the first time, as my hands trail down her body, touching, kneading, exploring. When I kiss her neck, paying careful attention to that sensitive area where her elegant shoulder meets her throat, she practically purrs with excitement. My teeth nip softly as I lick and suck and the

I let Julia take a long shower and get dressed while I do the same, though my shower is much shorter than hers. I have the feeling that she doesn’t get a lot of time to pamper herself. I hope that she will find some soaps and shampoos in the bathroom that she enjoys. When she joins me in the dining room, the table is spread with all sorts of wonderful things to eat which I have had my cooks prepare. I’m not sure what she likes and what she doesn’t like, but I want her to have anything and everything she wants, even if it’s just a taste of each.Julia’s eyes are wide as I stand and pull out a chair for her next to me. “All of this food just for us?” she asks as her gaze covers the table. Platters of fruit and pastries are set before us, as well as an assortment of meats--bacon, sausage, and ham. A large bowl of scrambled eggs looks light and fluffy. Pancakes, waffles, and biscuits are also available, as well as fresh orange juice, a choice of coffees, milk, and water. There are also pi

I can tell how excited Julia is to be on the plane. She hasn’t stopped smiling since we arrived at the airport. As we make our way to our secret destination, it is all I can do to keep my hands off of her. I want her so badly, but we will be there soon, and I don’t want to embarrass her in front of the crew by making them wait while she puts herself back together. Perhaps I will be able to introduce her to the Mile High Club on the way back to the city.“Do you fly often?” I ask her, trying to make conversation in order to take my mind off of how beautiful her body is, especially when she’d undressed.“No,” she says quickly. “I’ve never been on an airplane before.”Her admission has me raising my eyebrows, but I lower them quickly, realizing she has put some trust in me not to judge her by admitting that to me so readily. “Well, I sure hope you enjoy the ride then,” I say to her.She beams at me. “So far, it’s amazing.” She turns and looks out the window, and I am glad that I’ve let h