Chapter 18

Noel was trying to kill her. Death by incredible sex.

Shelby felt him shift and knew he was reaching for something else. She wiggled against her bonds, but she wasn't bothered by them a bit. Having him go down on her while she couldn't see or move had been erotic as hell and she couldn't wait to find out what he was going to do next.

"Oh!" This time she recognized the object he used to trace circles around her nipples. The jade dildo was cool to the touch and had a distinctive shape. Next he laid it on her belly and rolled it down to her groin before running the tip along the creases of her thighs. Her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. The toy wasn't as big as Noel, but she knew they'd get to that as well and having him fuck her with the dildo first would be fun.

"All this lovely cream," he whispered as he ran the object between her swollen folds. "All for me." With exquisite gentleness, he inserted the tip of the dildo into her pussy and eased it all the way inside. He stroked it in and out at a leisurely pace until Shelby was sobbing with need and struggling hard against her bonds.

She wanted to touch him, to feel his weight on her, to have him pound into her with a passion as powerful as her own. But she'd told him she trusted him, so she didn't ask him to untie her, she just pulsed her hips as much as the ties would allow and let him play her.

There was a moment's pause and the crinkle of paper. She'd learned the sound of the old-style condom envelopes. Oh good - at last!

Except he was back with the dildo, sliding it in and out of her aching cunt. Finally he pinched her clit between two fingers and an orgasm ripped through her as hard and fast as the first one had. Shelby gasped out his name as she shook, suspended in sensation.

This time, instead of easing her down, Noel pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside - she heard it thud onto the mattress, but it didn't matter. He was there, at last, pushing his cock into her pussy and slamming it home.

"Yes," she cried, again, as another round of shocks shuddered through her body. Each time he filled her, she felt like she was coming all over again.

"Oh god, Shelby," she heard him groan as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

She tasted her own juices and the wine on his mouth and she bucked even harder against the restraints.

It didn't take long before Noel stiffened and gasped, holding himself deep as he came. He kissed her again, this time with a sweeter kind of intensity before he tore off the blindfold and looked into her eyes.

"I love you, Shelby. You trusted me with your body, now trust me with that. It isn't going to change when we get back to the real world. Anywhere with you is the only reality that matters to me."

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them back. Hope flooded her heart, almost crowding out the fear - almost, but not quite.

"I love you, Noel," she admitted. "But I'm scared. When you're back there with other women - ones so much more sophisticated or beautiful than me... I don't want you to regret anything. So no promises. Not tonight. Tonight I want you to just hold me close one last time. Once we get home, well, we'll see. Maybe we do have a chance."

"If that's the best you can do, baby, I'll take it." He kissed her forehead and moved to untie the scarves, chafing her hands and feet as he freed them to restore blood flow. "But I'm not going to have any regrets, so you can just get yourself used to the idea that I love you. I love you here and now, and I'll love you at home, when the holidays are over. Truth is, I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life."

She wanted so badly to believe him. She knew she'd never find a love like this again. They worked silently to clean up the room. Once they'd both washed and climbed into the big bed, they snuggled together with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her waist.

Just as she began to nod off, Shelby she had one last thought. "Do you think we should put something on, just in case we wake up somewhere - inconvenient?"

Noel laughed. "I don't think the magic would do that to us. Besides, I'll bet we show up in exactly the same clothes we left in."

"You just don't want to sleep in your long underwear." It was crazy how well she already seemed to know him and understand how his mind worked.

"Nope," he agreed happily. He nuzzled the top of her head. "I don't want you in your shift thingy either. Come on, baby. Take a chance."

"You're crazy, you know that?" Still, she didn't really want any clothing between them either, so she snuggled closer to his broad, warm chest.

"Yeah, I know," he whispered in her ear. "Crazy about you too."