IT WAS LIKE WATCHING A child sleep. She was down-for-the-count, dead-to-the-world conked out, curled on her side, knees bent, hands clutched at her chest. It was an alluring sight that Calder was content to continue staring at.
Once they were driving, she’d sorta crumbled like a kid’s toy losing some of its stuffing. He’d been waiting for it to happen. It was inevitable that the extreme stress and crushing worry about Victoria would catch up with her.
During the long ride home, he had thought of nothing else except the words he’d heard her speak to Tori about her father. Truth was, he’d been deeply moved, to the point of having to choke back some emotions that stung his nose and made his eyes water.
She never stirred. After arriving at Drae’s house, he opened the door then went back to the car, gathered up her sleeping form and marched straight into the house and up to her private suite.
That was where he was now, sitting in a big overstuffed easy chair stationed near her bed, standing watch as she slept.
His old-school gentleman credentials were put to the test when he’d decided to undress her after a lengthy internal debate of the pros and cons involved. Luckily, she was wearing one of those soft tracksuits that were easy to pull off. He made fast work of her shoes, pants, and jacket and then hit a moment of conflict over removing the t-shirt underneath.
Took about ten seconds to convince himself that her comfort was the only thing he had on his mind when he somehow managed to deftly peel the stretchy shirt off her slumbering body.
And that was when he got his first solid look of the breathtaking beauty wearing nothing but her underwear and holy fuck what he saw practically melted his damn eyeballs.
He wanted to study the ravishing woman and what little she had on but she moaned sleepily and curled on her side, nestling into the pillow beneath her head. Pulling the soft blankets up to cover her, he felt a surge of possessive tenderness sweep through him. It was coming up on mid-day, but her bedroom had room darkening window treatments that he‘d closed, sending the room into semi-darkness so she could sleep peacefully.
Glancing at his watch, he noted the time and realized he’d been sitting there silently staring at her for an hour. They’d been through a rough couple of days and a long sleepless night. He was starting to wind down finally and needed to close his eyes for a while before he simply fell over.
He mulled over what he should do. Sleeping in the chair, even with the ottoman for his legs, just wouldn’t work. And he didn’t want to leave her alone so passing out on the sofa was out. Deciding it was no big deal to crawl into her bed, because, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d slept side by side. He quickly stripped down to his briefs and then slid quietly under the covers beside her. Exhaustion didn’t quite cover how he felt, and before the thought was even fully formed, he fell into a deep sleep.
MMMMM, YES. HE LIKED THAT smell. Inhaling the mouth-watering scent, his senses came alive as he luxuriated in the alluring combination of fragrant aromas.
Something soft was touching his face and warmth extended down the front of his body that he burrowed into.
In his mind’s eye, he saw a woman, the one he sought each night in his dreams. She was dressed in nothing but a cheeky pair of mauve-colored lace boy shorts that looked sexy as hell and a matching bra with delicate lace molding her succulent breasts.
Reclining on a bed hung with filmy gauze material that fluttered and swayed from a gentle breeze, she shyly smiled and held out her hand beckoning him to join her.
His senses filled with her. The way she moved. Her soft, smooth skin. The little whimpers and sighs that accompanied his hands slowly caressing her luscious body. She denied him nothing.
Wanting more and more he looked, touched, smelled, and listened until all that was left was to taste her. And taste her, he did. Her skin vibrated and flushed with warmth as his lips seduced every inch of her flesh until ending with a devastating kiss that blew him apart.
Heart pounding, he positioned her under him as she writhed and moaned with unleashed desire. He was going to have her. Sink into her receptive woman’s body and demonstrate how deeply and fully she could take his loving.
A sound, brief and husky, cut through his sensual dream. Drifting slowly from the depths of sleep, Calder began to awaken, aware that Stephanie was plastered against him chest to ankle, her backside languidly rubbing on his heavy erection.
They were spooned together, one of his arms wrapped around her middle from underneath, his hand splayed wide against her skin and so low on her abdomen that his fingers met the top of her boy shorts. His other hand was filled with a breast that he must have scooped from inside her bra.
As the sleep faded from his brain, he felt the thundering desire coursing through him pump uncontrollable heat into his body.
Burying his nose in her hair, he breathed deeply until her scent became a part of him. His mouth watered as he remembered in the dream how he’d feasted on her flesh with his mouth.
Seeking out skin, any skin, he ran the flat of his tongue along her shoulder blade, absorbing her hushed moan of pleasure. She shuddered slightly. He felt it most in his thighs, which were curved beneath hers. And then she ground her ass more fully against his pulsing manhood and he knew then and there he was lost.
Gently squeezing the full breast he cupped in his big hand, Calder groaned close to her ear. He could hear her softly panting between the sensual little sounds she made. Desire slammed him hard. Would she whimper and sigh like that when she came? Or would she cry out and lose control? He needed to know.
Reluctantly releasing the tantalizing mound, he reached for the snap on the bra and undid the two sides so he could peel it off. Wanting to see her body as he uncovered it, he slid out from behind her, shifted, and guided her onto her back.
In the darkened room, she seemed to shimmer from the inside out, driving home for him that this woman, this angel, was special and unique. Her shy desire deeply thrilled him.
When he pulled the lacy bra off, she lay on her back staring up at him with an adorably bashful expression as he got drunk on her potent beauty. She hadn’t said so, but Calder wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew without the slightest shadow of a doubt that she rarely if ever, indulged in any sort of sexual intimacy.
Because of the way she spoke of her late husband, the unbelievable fact that she never married again or had a boyfriend and the way she tried to cover up her reserve with all that Southern belle bullshit meant he was in a unique position. The access she was granting him, not just to her body, but also to her emotions was a big fucking deal.
Her trust unleashed a flood of emotion. With Stephanie—it was never about just fucking. The need to possess her, make love to her, take care of her every need, want and desire—these were the things that she inspired. Desire, lust, need—all shot through his mind and body at supersonic speed.
Raising her arms above her head, she rolled her lace-covered hips as he watched, mesmerized. Lying on his side, he moved a leg across one of hers and dipped his thigh into the valley between her legs effectively trapping her in place. Not that she is going anywhere.
She was looking at him through eyes smoky with passion. Her cheeks were flushed and the lips he’d been regularly gorging on were open, inviting, waiting.
He knew if he started kissing her that he wouldn’t be able to slow down so he denied them both and amped up the anticipation. She looked disappointed, but he knew how to wipe that expression off her lovely face.
There was a set of delectable tits waiting for his attention that he set about paying homage, too. She had full, round globes topped with the most appetizing nipples he could remember ever seeing. They were beautiful to behold. Ripe. Tantalizing. The sight was enough to turn his cock to stone.
Calder gazed into her half-lidded eyes hoping the heat in his expression didn’t burn her alive. He never took his eyes from hers as he fondled her breasts. The plump, provocative mounds molded to his touch. They were weighty and sexy-as-fuck. She squirmed, her arms and hands reaching upward as she offered her body to him.
He grunted softly, enjoying her flesh and the lusty response. There was just something about this woman that felt so completely right. Fascinated by the sight of his big hand manipulating her soft womanly curves, he wondered how he’d lived before that moment without her in his life.
The feel of her naked flesh, listening to her sexy whimpers and looking into her eyes was undoing him. Fast. Teasing a rosy pink nipple with just the tip of his finger, Calder concentrated on her pleasure, forcing his body to stand down. For the moment.
In the dim light, he saw the pebbled nub peak even more until the delectable pearl he’d brought forth with his hands all but begged for more. He’d be crazy not to comply. Snaking his tongue out, he flicked her sensitive nipple as an earthy moan rumbled up from deep in her throat. He smiled.
Continuing the tongue lashing of each turgid little nub, he enjoyed how responsive she was, relishing every shudder and moan. She was so fucking his; it wasn’t even a question.
Cupping a breast, he guided a swollen nipple to his mouth, nibbling gently at first until lust overrode his control, and he ended up sucking it with a greedy eagerness that demonstrated how close to the edge he actually was.
Stephanie’s husky moans and writhing body were destroying him. She trembled and cried out lustfully when he let restraint fall away and gorged, open mouthed and rapacious, with need on her intoxicating breasts.
When her hands pushed into his hair and grabbed his head, an electric jolt of red-hot desire exploded inside him. That was the moment when he knew there was no turning back.
Calder couldn’t speak and didn’t want to anyway. It was more than enough that they were communicating on an intimate level that took eroticism to new heights. He didn’t want words to blur the scorching desire emanating off their bodies.
Suddenly, he abandoned her tits despite the insistent pressure of her fingers scraping against his skull as she tried to keep his mouth on her quivering mounds. He needed to kiss her. Needed to taste her. Needed to feel his tongue dueling with hers.
On a shaky groan he shifted, slid a hand beneath her neck, and lifted until her mouth was right there. Right where he needed it so he could devour her until there was nothing left of either of them.
His craving to take her, keep her all to himself fed the voracious kiss that stripped his soul and had him shaking with need. Pressing his thigh higher between her legs, Calder led them beyond the kiss to a place where pleasure and desire collided. She clung to his shoulders, dug her nails into his skin, and grabbed at his hair. Using his body as an anchor, she trapped his thigh by winding her leg around his and rolling her hips.
Sounds of desperation rang in his ears. The scorching fire of need he’d ignited was burning higher and hotter with each passing second. He felt her body crying out, begging for more.
Time slowed to a crawl. Calder stroked her stomach and teased the lace at the top of her sexy shorts. Stephanie was grinding his thigh, her body seeking the relief that he was going to fucking enjoy giving.
Pushing her flat onto the bed, he untangled their legs and drank in the sight she made. Her chest was heaving, those beautiful breasts quivering with every shaky breath. Restless legs moved of their own accord searching for the connection of their bodies.
He kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth when she opened to him. Slipping between her legs, he covered her womanhood with the whole of his hand and grabbed tight. She grunted, trembled, and let her legs fall open even further. The sweet heat coming off her covered pussy made him groan with pleasure.
Was she wet? Had he pleasured her luscious body enough that her sex wept for his possession? Calder had to know.
With deliberate, unhurried precision, he left her mouth, lifted his head to see her response, slid his hand inside her shorts, and went straight for the lure of her pussy.
Fuck. He groaned. It was better than he believed possible. Wet didn’t come close to describing what his fingers encountered. Lightly running a finger along the seam of the lips coated with slick proof of her readiness, he pushed between them and thrust his long, middle finger into her heated passage.
She cried out. His finger went deeper as she began to arch off the bed. He’d never seen anything hotter in his entire life. Just his finger moving inside her and she gushed hot fluid, quivering and moaning uncontrollably.
Calder couldn’t look away. Couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful woman falling apart in his arms. He held her by the back of her neck with one hand and fingered her with an intensity that got his cock throbbing.
He wanted to pin her to the bed and sink into her heat. Wanted to hold her legs open and push them back giving his hips and greedy dick all the room he needed to penetrate her fully. This glorious creature creaming so sweetly with just his finger doing the honors needed to be loved thoroughly. And completely. By him and no other.
When had seeing to the total pleasures of another ever held him in so tight a thrall? Ignoring the insistent throbbing in his cock was not all that easy. Especially not when he was so swollen with need and overcome by sexual hunger that it felt like he might truly burst. But as hungry for her flesh as his cock was, there was a greater hunger clawing at his senses. One that easily made his cock sit up and take notice.
Seeing her come. Knowing he’d done that. Watching her face. Her beautiful face with the deliciously kissable lips as she got off.
Oh God. Those tits. That wet pussy. The delicious lips. His breathing hitched. He was sliding his finger in and out when, without losing rhythm, he pulled out one finger and inserted two, sinking deep into her seething tight sheath until his thumb could rotate on her clit. She groaned and immediately tightened then gushed again.
Mmmmm. She liked that. Thank fucking God cause so did he. That she was so wet as he stroked the walls of her pussy felt amazing. Calder was beyond turned on.
Hungry for her flesh, he suckled on her tits while he finger fucked her, intermittently teasing her clit. She grabbed onto his hair. He shuddered, loving the feel of her desperate fingers scraping his head.
When he felt her legs get restless and start searching for something, anything, he treated her breasts to a thorough sucking while he slowly but vigorously massaged her pussy and swollen clit.
Her climax, when it hit, was beautiful. He felt her tight inner muscles clench strongly around his fingers as her hips convulsed and shook. When her back arched, she pushed the breast he was sucking deeper into his mouth making him grunt with pleasure. There was no part of her body that did not react to the intensity of the orgasm.
She was fucking awesome. Her pussy was magnificent. Did she know? Had she any idea what that felt like for him. God. He needed to show her. Let her see what her pleasure did to him.
Calder slid his hand out of her underwear and sat up. With an awestruck reverence, he carefully peeled the wet stretchy lace off her quivering body and tossed them aside.
Oh, my God. She was beyond compare. Completely nude now, he stared shamelessly at the thatch of light brown curls at the juncture of her legs and torso. She had her knees pressed together and when he looked at her face, he saw the stain of red on her cheeks that said she was embarrassed. It pleased him that she was so unsophisticated sexually that being fingered to an orgasm made her blush.
Shifting his body into a small shaft of light shining between a spilt in the blinds where he was sure she could see him clearly, he removed his briefs in a series of moves that rivaled those of any male stripper. Where he got the finesse to come off so smooth was a total mystery.
When he was naked as she, he knelt there for a long moment, the mini spotlight illuminating his body while watching her eyes devour him. He knew he had a serious physique for any guy, much less one his age. All that surfing and hiking had honed his body well.
And his cock…well, what could he say? Nature blessed him. His father and grandfather liked to joke that he came from a long line of legendary cocksmen known for their lovemaking prowess. He saw the object of his train of thought, making an impressive showing in the dim light. Would she like what she saw? Would she let him in?
Calder ran his hand up and down her raised leg from knee to hip, loving the smooth softness of her skin. She still had her legs closed but the way she was eating him alive with her hungry eyes gave him hope.
After a few more languid strokes of her flank, he added the same unhurried movement to his cock with his other hand. Stroking her and his dick made him tremble. And then briefly, and he did mean briefly, she tentatively ran her finger lightly on the head of his throbbing sex. He groaned. She lifted her eyes to his. He looked at her in the darkness, asking with his eyes. He didn’t want there to be words. He wanted this to be pure emotion. No more. No less.
She did the unexpected and blew his mind. Never averting her eyes, she shifted into a better position and slowly, inch by delicious inch, opened her thighs. His mouth seriously dropped open. Shock. Lust. Call it what you want. She was giving herself to him. Trusting him with her body.
Oh man. He was going to make this unforgettable for her. With her knees bent, he moved between her open thighs, shoving them wider so he had full access. In the dim light he stared hungrily at her weeping slit—the creamy evidence of a recent orgasm gathered in her opening.
Calder shoved his hands beneath her ass and pulled her quickly up and forward, making her knees fall back as she gasped. He wanted her angled just so. That way when she took that first thrust, she was going to feel it the entire way until he was buried deep.
He spread his thighs wide and let his thick cock lead the way to her waiting pussy. Calder felt the tip slide along her wet slit and reached between them to rub his dick around in the wetness, covering his tight swollen flesh with her juices. Even with that little contact, she was shaking and gasping, her hips beginning to quiver with desperate need.
He lined up his eager cock with the deliciously wet entrance to her body, pushed one hand under her ass to keep her in position then flexed his hips gently as he slid into her hot, very tight, crazy wet pussy. Grunting from the effort of penetrating her fully, he had to gradually ease forward as she stretched to accommodate his size. Her face registered shock, then mind-numbing lust.
When he was firmly lodged deep inside her, he looked down in wonder and met her gaze. He didn’t move, wanting to give her time to adjust to his possession. She was trembling slightly, soft whimpers mixed with her breaths. When he felt her hands grip his ass, he began moving.
Calder knew the difference between fucking to indulge a basic want and making love. Not that he’d ever done it before. He just knew it now. With her.
Kissing her deeply with lots of tongue, he grunted into her mouth when he thrust. Inhaling her gasps and moans, he set up an unhurried, sexy rhythm. Before long her hips pumped beneath him on each downward stroke and each time he sank into her, she moaned.
He took his time—taking her slowly to the edge, then pausing—backing off until she calmed, and he could start the whole climb all over again. It was a dangerous game to stroke that deep until she gushed and started to tighten only to pull out before either one of them came.
Each time he started over, the initial penetration felt like replaying the first time, making them each groan and shudder. And now, he’d reached the point where his body demanded he finish it.
This time he wanted her to know what it felt like to take him deep. When he came, he wanted her to feel every pulse. Leaving her body to change positions she whimpered softly as he prepared her for the finish. Putting her legs up on his shoulders, he shoved his hands beneath her ass, lined up his cock then sank deep. She groaned the whole time. Swallowed by her creamy pussy, he ground his hips slowly.
And then he got fucking serious. Stroking deep. Grinding fiercely. Pulling out, stroking again and again. He felt stronger and more in control than he ever had, confident that he had the stamina to keep this up for a good long time.
So he did.
The first time she came, he plowed right through the strong contractions knowing that her delicious pussy would explode with an even deeper orgasm if he didn’t let up and brought her quickly to the peak again.
Beautiful, sexy Stephanie went wild. Her fingernails scored the skin of his arms where she held on tight as he pounded her good.
He was grunting, his cock swelled and readied. And then he felt it. Every single muscle in her body clenched unmercifully. She cried out in wonder. Her pussy convulsed so strongly he felt it in his toes. She lost all control, her fingers clutching wildly at the sheets, her toes even curled. A flood of wet warmth drenched them.
Perfect. Pounding deep, his cock expanded, and then fired off a volley off orgasmic explosions that fried his brain. He pumped his come deeper, not satisfied to just have it end without leaving a part of him embedded inside her.