Chapter Fourteen

Gibson

I figured I was dreaming, because having Sacha in my bed seemed surreal. Time had slowed, and every touch, every movement became precious. It had been so long since I made love to a woman. I didn't even count the night we had spent together at the motel. That wasn't lovemaking. That was drunken fumbling. I'd never had a woman kick me out the way Sacha had that next morning, and I planned to make her regret it, by showing her what she'd missed since then.

I laid her down on my quilt-covered, queen-sized bed without breaking the kiss. Her soft hands were surprisingly strong, gripping my biceps as though she hated to let go. I slowed the kiss, finally pulling away.

"You look gorgeous in that sweater, honey, but I need to see you naked."

Her coral-pink lips parted in a gasp, but she promptly unbuttoned her sweater and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts were encased in a cream-colored lace bra, which hooked in the front. Unable to stop myself, I reached out to run a finger along one breast as slowly as I could. I was purposely teasing, and her shivers were my reward. I stopped when my finger reached the clasp, and I paused to admire the view before snapping it open.

Through trembling lips, she commanded me.

"Do it."

With a twist of my fingers, the bra fell open, revealing perfectly formed breasts. Cupping one, I kneaded, feeling the weight of it. Sacha laid her head back on the pillow and moaned. When I withdrew my hand, her eyes opened. She looked embarrassed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, don't cover yourself. You're beautiful. Now take off those pants."

Her brow furrowed and the haughty expression she'd had on the deck returned. "Well, you better get naked too. Before I change my mind."

I lifted her face up with a hand under her chin. "Don't worry, I will. And for once, lie back and enjoy yourself. I'm in charge now."

She didn't try to hide her smirk. She must have thought I was joking, but I could sense she needed this. Needed to lose control, let go, and let herself be worshipped.

She began to unzip her jeans, and I bent to remove her low leather boots, and socks, and then the jeans. I tossed them all in the growing pile on the wood floor. She added her lacy panties to the pile and lay before me, naked, her nipples taut from the cold. Or maybe it was desire. I stood next to the bed looking at her, taking in her raw beauty. I had missed this on our first night together.

She rolled onto her side, leaning her head on one hand. "Okay, you might be in charge, but I have a request."

"Yes?"

"Strip."

Now it was I who couldn't hide a smirk. Just to be a smart ass, I didn't rush, undoing my denim shirt one button at a time. With a flourish, I twirled it around and threw it across the room, making her giggle. I kicked off my gym shoes, then socks, and turned my back to her to remove my jeans.

I'd worn my best briefs underneath, the silky ones that made my junk look even bigger. At least I thought so, and I figured she might get a kick out of my striptease, so I kept them on. Easing the jeans down my hips, I stepped out of them and turned to face her. Those coral lips were open in surprise, as were her eyes.

Running a finger along the waistband while I swayed my hips had caught her attention. She appeared to be fascinated by my erection, which now strained against the silky fabric. To tease her, I moved both hands into a "V" formation around the area she was looking and began touching myself. Sacha's eyes grew even wider, and a pink tongue came out to lick her lips. I felt a surge of desire but kept going, touching myself slowly, drawing out the show. If it turned her on, it was worth doing something I'd never done before. For anyone.

Her hand reached out, beckoning me. "Come here."

I shed the briefs. The show was over. It was time to put my other skills to use.

I sat on the bed, resting a hand on her hip before sliding it back to cup her bottom. "Lie on your stomach." At the curious look she gave me, I sighed. "I want to give you a massage, so I can feel every inch of you. And, so you can relax."

She lay on her stomach, hugging the pillow. I kneeled over her, my erection brushing against the smoothness of her thigh and aching because of it. But I ignored it. I really did want her to relax before I took her to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Starting with her neck, I began with feather-light touches. My fingers danced across her skin, eliciting muffled sighs from her lips buried in the pillow. My fingertips trailed up and down her back, over her buttocks, along her thighs. Then I moved back up again, kneading with more pressure. I kept repeating the process, with a firmer touch, until she was groaning from the release of tension. I finished with light pressure then started all over again, this time with my tongue.

Her skin was sweet and slightly tangy, reminding me of salted caramel. Her fresh, clean scent was tinged with musk, and I knew if I touched her feminine folds, she'd be wet. I was leaving that for last, before turning her over to devour her anew.

My tongue licked a trail down her body. I was enjoying this as much as she was. Sacha oohed, ahhed, and giggled when I licked the back of her knees. I gnawed gently on her calves and placed delicate kisses on her toes. I'm not a foot guy, but even her feet were pretty. Her entire body said, "delicate female" which contrasted with her strong, independent personality.

I knew right then what turned me on so much about her. It was the contrast. She was a beautiful, strong woman who didn't need a man. Yet here she was, leaving me in control of her pleasure. I wasn't about to let her down.

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