Chapter 59

Chapter 59: First Dance “What-why…what’s all this?!”

He holds his hand in the midair waiting for me as his smile grows wider, “What does it look like? It’s a surprise.”

“Yeah I can see that. But why?”

“Well… remember that dance you promised me?”

I pause for a moment, and then suddenly remember that we did talk about it once before the anniversary party. I said I would save my first dance for him. Yet then so many things happened and that plan got completely ruined.

I didn’t know he’d still remember this.

A sudden wave of strong emotions flushes through my heart that makes me want to hug and kiss him.

Taking in a deep breath, I place my hand in his palm.

“That’d be my honor,” I say in a slightly shaking voice.

He pulls me into his arms and leads me into the dancefloor. A beautiful music is playing in the background, and we dance to it. I’m not a very good dancer, but gladly my partner knows his moves very well. He holds me tightly by the waist and waltz me through the dance floor. It’s like flying above clouds.

This is probably a juvenile thing to say but…I feel like a princess living in dreamland, which is made possible by him.

“Are you happy?” he whispers beside my ears. I rest my head on his chest and murmur, “Yes. And I don’t think I can be any happier. Though I do hope that you could give me a notice and let me dress for the this.”

“You don’t need to dress up to be perfect. Plus, no one is looking,” he smiles.

He is right. This is even better than a dance in the real party. We couldn’t kiss and hold each other in the real party, not with everyone staring. But we can do whatever we please now since we have the entire house to ourselves.

I place my hand on the back of his neck and pulls his head down, standing on tiptoes to kiss him. He returns my kiss with a greater passion, making me melt in his arms. I close my eyes and let myself drown in this moment of wonderfulness. And then I suddenly realize something.

“Wait,” I slightly move away from his lips and gasp. “Is this why they haven’t taken down all the decoration yet?”

He raises his eyebrow, “don’t know why you are asking this…but yes. I asked the butler and maids to keep everything as it was. And I invited the trio back to play for us.”

“All these…just to give me a surprise?”

“A surprise, yes. But more like a promise,” he takes both of my hands to his lips and kisses them, before continuing in a solemn voice. “I intend to keep all of my promises to you, no matter how huge or small the matter is.”

I’m so stunned. And I feel my eyes become misty.

I haven’t felt so cherished and special for a very long time, not since mom and dad got divorced and went on separate ways. It has always seemed that I was the extra one in people’s life and this feeling just got stronger and stronger after I got kicked out by dad and moved to Boston this time.

But Eason changed this. He lets me know that there is still one person in the world that will spare no effort in making me safe and happy.

I once thought that he would totally ruin my life. But as it turns out, the wicked playboy really does have a gentle soul. “Hey,” he leans over and touches his forehead to mine. “I did all these to make your happy.

Not to make you cry.” I quickly wipe the corner of my eyes and laugh, “these are happy tears. I promise.”

Then I pause for a moment, before asking him in a low voice, “How much longer are they going to play?”

His eyes darken, as if he has already understood my hint. “They can stop any moment.”

“Well then…” I giggle, then blow a gentle breath into his ears, “can you tell them to stop and thank them all for coming, then take me into the room and fuck me!”

He takes in a sharp inhale, then suddenly picks me up off the ground and throws me over his shoulders.

I cry out laughing, while he carries me out of the garden, into the house rushing upstairs. We got lucky and didn’t run into anyone on the way. We kiss each other like animals, holding each other and stumbling into the room. He kicks the door shut and presses me against the wall, then rips both my jeans and panties off. I am already soaking wet. And I’m so hot and eager for him. I slightly part my legs when his finger touches my folds, “…fuck me. Please!”

He curses and thrusts his long finger all the way into my pussy, rough and hard. I let out a long pleasurable cry, my whole body shaking. We haven’t had sex in a while. So he almost made me come with one finger.

He rubs my clit and starts fucking me with his hand. I cling to his shoulder shaking, otherwise I’d definitely fall to the ground with this intense pleasure. I feel my juice dripping down with the movement of his hand. “Fuck, you are so tight!” he groans, taking my ass in his hand and squeezes it.“ Are you ready for me?” “Yes!” I beg, rocking my butt. “I want you. Fuck me with your dick.” “Fuck!” he curses, pulling out his finger and gives a gentle slap to my ass. I clench my legs and feel the sudden emptiness in my body without his finger. Yet the next second, he pumps into my core hard and fast without mercy.

“Ahh!” I scream out loud, my body coursing with electricity. He is so huge, and he is fucking me so rough and hard. There is a bit of pain, but pleasure mostly.

The mixed sensation is tearing me up.

He grabs the back of my neck and forces me to look into his eyes, as he keeps thrusting deep into me, “This is going to be rough OK babe?”

My nails dig into his hard muscles as I moan, “Yes fuck me hard please.”

I love it when he goes rough. And I know he’d never hurt me.

“Fuck! You are so damn wet. And always so ready!”

He slaps my butt again, this time a little harder. I can’t help but clench my pussy at the prickling feeling of his slap. Oh god this feels so good.

He starts fucking me deeper and harder. Suddenly, as if he feels that this isn’t enough, he pulls out his dick and throws me onto the bed, then plunges back into me again.

He hits my g-spot and I come, quick and hard. I start trembling and screaming under his body. The orgasm is too strong that I’m afraid it’ll eat me up. But he doesn’t stop for me; instead he picks up the speed and fucks me harder while I ride my aftershock. And that makes me come again almost immediately. God this is insane. I don’t know I can be this eager and horny in my entire life. Only he has the magic of making me crazy. We indulge ourselves in this overwhelming sex. When he finally comes and lies down beside me, I am so exhausted yet happy that I feel my chest is going to explode. Then my eyelids become heavy, but he gives me a gentle nudge before I fall asleep, “Hey babe. There’s something I want to give you.”

I struggle to open my eyes again, “sure what is it?”

He gets up from bed and picks up his pants on the ground. Then under my gaze, he fetches a small, velvet box out of his pocket.

“What the hell??” I jump up and cry out, all my sleepiness disappeared at once. “Wait, wait relax. I put it in the box because it’s nicer this way,” he gestures me to calm down. “It’s less terrifying than it seems…

at least I hope it does.”

He takes a deep breath and hands me the box. There is a strange awkwardness on his face which is so unusual.

“Open it, will you?” he asks. I take the box in my hands. It feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I don’t know what’s inside the box but I bet it matters greatly.

With a hammering heart, I slowly open the box holding my breath. I’ve thought of neckless, earrings, a piece of jewelry maybe, but… I didn’t expect to see this at all. 1 It’s a key.