Chapter 21

Bastian

 

 

The drive back to Park City was too long. That much I decided while I helped Joanna step up into the passenger seat of my truck. It gave me plenty of opportunity to enjoy the nice view of her taut ass through the sweater dress she had decided to wear over a pair of leg-hugging leggings. My mouth went dry with lust as I recalled how a few men had glanced over at Joanna when she’d passed by their tables on her way to the bathroom. They had admired those fine-ass curves like I did every time she walked by.

My ego had swelled with pride to see it, but it had comforted me to see that Joanna’s eyes were only fixed on me, not every person in the restaurant who walked by us. She only had eyes for me, and it was a first in my life.

Sierra had been more concerned about her social life than anything else. Our marriage had always been on the back burner. It was both our faults in reality for letting business and parties get in the way. It was a nice break to have someone sitting in the seat next to me with a genuine smile on her face because she enjoyed my company. She wanted to be with me, and only me.

I forced my eyes to keep focused on the icy road ahead of us. It took every inch of my concentration to keep myself aware of our wintery surroundings. Desire had steadily built in me throughout dinner while we chatted about everything and anything that came to mind. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt connected to anything solid and real. The past few years had been all about business and taking a random female to my room for a fleeting sense of pleasure.

There was something entirely different when it came to Joanna. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but I pushed that off to the side as I punched in the gate code to let us up the driveway. Every inch of my body felt taut and coiled with lust, ready to spring at any second.

“Thank you for dinner,” Joanna said as I turned the truck engine off. She unclipped her seat belt before turning to look at me in the darkness of the truck. “I really appreciate everything you did tonight. It was nice being cherished for once.”

I pulled the keys from the ignition while I smiled at her through the darkness. “It was nice to have someone who actually cared about our dinner date. Women usually care more about who is around them, not with them.”

“That’s a shame,” Joanna murmured. “Because you’re a great date in my opinion.”

I leaned across the truck console to press my lips against Joanna’s for a kiss. I intended to pull back, to stop before anything could spark, but her fingers were framing my face in the next instant. She returned the kiss with a soft moan that sent shudders straight through my body.

I ached for her. I yearned to bury myself into that sweet heat again. It was sorely tempting to slip in between her legs now, to relieve the tension in me, but the cold blast of wind against the truck disrupted both of us.

“We better go inside,” I said, panting. “We’ll freeze to death out here if we sit here much longer.”

Joanna nodded while I retreated to my side of the truck. We hopped out to dash across the icy porch for the front door. I pushed the door open to let Joanna inside first. A blast of heat greeted us. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and I made a mental note while closing the front door to thank Marcie for remembering to keep one going.

I didn’t waste any time gathering Joanna into my arms as soon as both of us were free of our winter coats. She kissed me back just as fiercely, and our tongues tangled together. Her arms wound themselves tightly around my shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes to press every inch of her body against mine. I groaned sharply into the kiss while I allowed my hands to indulge in the soft curves of her body.

Every little touch. Every little kiss. All of it was driving me crazy. I could feel my erection pushing up against Joanna’s lower belly in desperation. It ached to be free, to find a release. Tenderness filled me, though, when I felt Joanna’s hands massage the muscles in my arms.

Tonight, I wanted her to feel pleasure. I wanted her to feel what it was supposed to be like when you were intimate with another human being who actually cared for you. I pulled myself back to hook an arm beneath the back of her knees. She let out a startled gasp when I lifted her easily in my arms to head up the stairs in the direction of my bedroom.

Joanna giggled lightly as she trailed a hand down the back of my neck. “I didn’t peg you as a guy who swept women off their feet, literally.”

“It’s an all-new side to me,” I replied with a chuckle. “Get used to it. I’m full of surprises.”

“I look forward to these surprises of yours.”

I settled her on the edge of my bed before tending to the fireplace in my room. Stirring the bits of smoldering wood around, I added another log to keep it warm. There was nothing better than the heat from a fireplace. It also filled the room with a warm glow. I turned around to face Joanna, who was perched on the edge of the bed with a smile.

Shrugging out of my dinner jacket, I tossed it carelessly in the direction of the laundry hamper. Joanna’s eyes were dark with passion as she slipped out of her knee-high boots before coming to stand in front of me. Her lips were against mine again in a searing kiss that instantly sucked all the air out of my lungs. I deepened the kiss while we stumbled back in the direction of the bed.

I could’ve easily lost myself in the warmth of her body pressed up against mine, but tonight was about her. I could hold off for a little bit—even if it turned out to be the death of me from all my blood draining to one particular organ.

Pecking a kiss against her lips, I nibbled down the column of her neck while I gathered the hemline of her sweater dress to tug it upward. She stood in front of me in a lacy black bra that held up her perky breasts, along with a pair of hip-hugging leggings. My mouth watered at the sight of her blond hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her lips were swollen with kisses, and with each breath she took, her breasts threatened to tumble out of her bra. Which I didn’t mind at all.

I hooked my fingers in the elastic band of her leggings. Crouching down, I pressed a feathery kiss to her stomach before tugging the thick fabric down over her smooth thighs and calves. I ran my hands along the back of her thighs while I kissed lightly along the inside of them.

Joanna’s hands gripped the fabric of my shirt tightly as she hissed out a breath. She tugged insistently on my shirt, and I sat back on my heels to rid myself of the offending fabric. It was too hot to wear it with the sensation of Joanna’s feverish skin pressed against mine and the heat of the fireplace. I rose to kiss her deeply again while I reached around her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

Perky breasts grazed my bare chest. Her nipples were hard as she pressed up against me, and her hands were busily removing my belt and pants. I kicked out of everything until both of us were standing in nothing besides a pair of panties and boxers. I gently nudged her to sit down on the edge of the bed again before sliding her panties down over her quivering thighs. I could feel the moisture already pooling there when I cupped her with my hand.

“Bastian,” she moaned, tilting her head back. “What are you doing?”

I leaned forward to suck her breasts while I slipped a finger into the tight heat of her. I worked against the tight muscles that contracted around me. Her hips rolled as she let out a stammering gasp. I nudged her again to lay back with her legs dangling off the side of the bed, and I took position between them.

She perched herself up on her elbows to gaze down at me in alarm. It occurred to me then that no man, including Sid, had ever taken the time to make her feel good. Determination filled me while I pressed a teasing kiss to the apex of her right thigh.

“What are you doing?” Joanna repeated, heat coloring her cheeks red. “You don’t have to do this, Bastian. I want you.”

“That’s the point of lovemaking,” I mumbled against her thigh. “It’s to make each other feel good. Lay back, and trust me.”

I didn’t give her a chance to argue anymore. I ran my tongue along the core of her, relishing in that salty taste with a pleased sigh. Shudders wracked Joanna’s body as she fisted her hands into the sheets. I continued at a steady pace, alternating between my mouth and fingers, while those shudders grew increasingly violent and her cries echoed in my room.

“Fuck,” she cried out, her hips bucking in her release.

I rose to wipe at my mouth in smugness while I watched my work unfold beneath me. The muscles in Joanna’s body spasmed while she thrashed around on my bed, completely out of control.

My cock was nearly bursting while I contemplated another way to bring her to a new height of pleasure. I waited until she came back down to earth before helping her lay down properly with her head on the pillows. I grabbed another pillow to place beneath her lower back to allow for deeper penetration.

This was going to feel good. So undeniably fucking good. I thrust my cock into that slick heat with my own cry of pleasure. The sensation of it nearly undid me right there and then. After days of fantasizing about doing this again, I knew this would be a very quick session unless I steadied myself. I didn’t want to spill over until I knew that Joanna had come to another orgasm. Gripping the tops of Joanna’s thighs, I sat back on my knees to go at a hard pace that I knew would bring us both over the edge together. My eyes were riveted by the way Joanna’s breasts bounced and how she responded by writhing beneath me. She was utterly lost in pleasure, unable to concentrate on me, which was where I wanted her to be.

This was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life. The thought occurred to me while I watched the way Joanna chewed on her bottom lip and babbled incoherent encouragements.

My fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. I could feel my own release growing in the base of my spine as a tingling sensation filled me. Reaching down, I rubbed the pad of my thumb against the bundle of nerves between Joanna’s legs. She let out a shrill cry of pleasure before thrashing again in another wave of an orgasm. Those sweet muscles clenched down on me so hard that I nearly froze from it.

Sweat dripped down the back of my neck as my hips took on a life of their own. An earth-shattering release crashed over me next. We slipped together into sated darkness with sweat covering every inch of our bodies.