CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

He was painfully hard.

How would he manage to take things as slowly as he needed?

She was a vision and he knew, without a doubt, that two hours wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the deep desire buried in his every cell. His body ached to slam into her, but nothing worth the wait should ever be taken fast.

She stepped into his embrace, lips meeting, and he grasped her tight ass in his hands. He squeezed and she sucked in a breath, pushing her bottom back into his palm.

Removing his hand, he stepped over to the bed and sat on the edge, patting his leg in silent invitation. She obeyed him, sitting on his knee, the warmth and moisture of her pussy seeping into his skin.

Her sweet scent tickled his nose, a mixture of strawberries and arousal. He loved strawberries and imagined eating the fruit off her body, as he’d done long ago after they’d picked their own berries. He’d spent an hour lapping up the chocolate that had melted on her warm body. He’d gladly dip a strawberry into her cream… “You smell good enough to eat.” He tangled his fingers in her hair.

As if to clarify where he wanted to eat, he dropped his hand between her trembling thighs and slid a finger long her wet slit. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled the tangy sweet goodness on his knuckles. “Just as I thought. Strawberries.” He leaned in, nuzzling his nose in her hair, his mouth close to her ear. “There were nights I’d wake up, swearing your scent lingered in the air.”

She shifted on his bare knee, bracing her hands on his thigh so she wouldn’t slip. He could feel her juices soaking his leg.

“A turned-on man is heightened. His sense of smell and touch. Is it like that for you, sweetheart?” He rolled her engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I can smell your weeping pussy.”

“Yes, everything is heightened. I have goosebumps on my skin.”

Her tongue came out to swipe her bottom lip as if she could taste the arousal in the air. Her throat moved as she swallowed and he imagined his cock buried in her mouth, those pink lips tight around his shaft. He’d been her first blow job, and although the first few times she’d used her teeth a little too much, he’d been too turned on to care. She could have snapped him in two and it would have taken him a good three seconds before he could have dragged himself out of fixation.

“I feel your temperature rising,” he said.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. It’s a thirst that I imagine a vampire would have.”

His dick pulsed with each word that swept past her beautiful lips.

A growl came from him, low and deep. “I know, babe. I’ve got the addiction too.”

He lifted her and dropped her onto the bed so quickly she let out a tiny scream, but he quieted the sound with his mouth. He pulled back and looked down into her dazzling irises that reflected the candle’s flame. She almost gave the appearance of a wild wolf and it made him hungry to take her fast and hard like she used to demand of him.

Lowering, he kissed each nipple, then continued a path to her flat stomach where he rolled the tip of his tongue around the hollow cave that brought her back off the bed. “Stay still or I’ll have to use my rope,” he teased.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“I wouldn’t? Who has forgotten the night we spent in the barn? I remember you pleading for me to tie you up and take you hard.”

After that remark, she clamped her mouth shut and he continued his exploration of her curvy body. With his hands, he spread her legs and caught the rich scent of her growing arousal. A man could feast on her pussy buffet all day. He loved that she wasn’t completely waxed, but had a slim line of hair, like a happy trail leading him home. Spreading her wet lips, he blew on the slick flesh and she started to thrash, but must have remembered his promise to gather the rope because she quickly settled, clutching the blanket like it was her lifeline. He would have laughed if he wasn’t so damn turned on. One wrong move, one slip of his lock, and he would burst at the seams. He found her clit, already swollen and pink, and he realized it wouldn’t take too much to send her over the edge. Her inner thighs as well as his fingers were soaked and he could feel her knees trembling. With the tip of his thumb, he traced a figure eight through her creamy slit, then flicked the bundle of flesh that made her cry out, the sound echoing off the walls.

He swirled her clit, brushing it lightly, wanting to tease her.

“Weston!” There was a certain demanding tone in her voice that told him she was so close that she clung mercilessly to a thread.

“What, sweetheart? Tell me,” he coaxed.

“You’re driving me wild.” She sucked in a breath.

“That’s my intention,” he admitted, then glided his fingernail over her clit, scraping the flesh.

“Stop the torture! Just come here. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Not so fast. I have a feast before me that I plan to eat from.” He spread her legs wider, using his thumbs to hold open her folds and lapped up the drops of sweet juice. She bucked against his face, her knees squeezing his ears. “You’re not abiding my warning, baby.”

“I-I can’t control my body,” she screamed.

He assaulted her clit with his swirling tongue, then suckled the swollen flesh. Rolling his tongue down, he pushed deep inside of her tight passage while flicking her clit with his finger, then pulled out to reward her with one long swipe to her clit swollen twice the size.

“Yes! Yes!” Her cry bounced off the wall.

“There you are. Go with the flow, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. I can you give the gift of making your toes curl.”

Her entire body shuddered.

He nipped the silky skin of her thigh, then rewarded her with a lick. He could spend days licking and suckling this woman, especially her pussy that was soft and tasty. Slipping one finger, then two, inside her passage, her muscles clenched and throbbed around his knuckles. She was so tight he wondered how he would sink deep into her. He’d make her so ready, so slippery wet, there wouldn’t be a problem.

While pumping his fingers in and out of her, he suckled her clit until her juices were flowing and the sweet scent of arousal had become intoxicating to his senses. He rolled his fingers around her pussy, over the coiled muscles, still rewarding her with his tongue swirling figure eights on her clit.

“How much longer,” she asked around pants of breath. “Please, Wes.”

“I want to make sure your prepared for me.”

“I’m prepared! I’m prepared. Just come here.” She reached down, entwined her fingers in his hair and tugged.

He never minded a little bit of hair pulling.

 

*****

Sammie looked down her body to Wes who had his face buried between her thighs. His dark hair was a stark contrast against the milky color of her skin. His tone was amazing and his fingers filling her gave her something to gyrate her body against. He slid a third finger inside her, stretching her, readying her for his erection that wasn’t a disappointment in size. She wanted him inside her so badly that she’d almost take the rope he’d threatened her with.

Yet, not touching him would be too much torture.

He brought his head up looking at her with passion-lit sexy eyes. “Forgive me for spending so much time right here.” He swiped his tongue along her swollen lips. “But you’re amazing. Sweet. Juicy. Tight. The whole package.”

Any other time she would have laid back and enjoyed the show, but there was a deep nagging ache within her that could only be satisfied with him inside her. She needed him. Desired him. And was about to scream the roof off. “Great. Thank you. Are you going to fuck me or talk all day?”

“Behave yourself. What you and I share isn’t fucking. So much more. So much better.”

“Shit!”

“What a dirty mouth you have, my lady. Don’t make me stuff something in those pretty, pink lips.”

Constricting her muscles around his fingers, she gave her hips a quick jerk and grated against him. He retracted his fingers and lifted on his knees. The glow of the candle light illuminated the masculine dip and valley of his muscles. His erection was thick and long, and the mushroom head glistened with come. “Have you become a softie in your old age, cowboy?”

“Old? I’ll show you old. Spread your legs wide and lift your knees with your hands.”

She liked that he was a demanding lover. A passive lover could never tame her. Sammie knew he liked to live on edge.

Doing as he asked, she held her knees close against her chest, her pussy open to him. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the foil wrapper. “Lucky we’re on a time crunch or I’d still be on your pussy licking,” he growled.

His words warmed her all the way to the marrow of her bones.

Once the protection was in place, he shifted between her legs, spreading her legs even wider to accommodate his body. He held himself on elbows looking down at her, his expression lit with unspent emotion.

He brought his mouth down and covered her mouth with his. They’d kissed many times, but this was different. This was an unspoken war of mind and body. He claimed her with that one kiss, sealing her with his mark. He suckled her upper lip, then her bottom before diving his tongue deep into her mouth. She’d had men who suffocated her by jamming their tongue inside her throat, but Wes was a skilled kisser and his thrusts reminded her of what she would have in moments with his cock inside her. He made love to her mouth, gliding along the inner recesses, teasing the roof of her mouth. Goodness, he certainly had matured in many ways.

He moved his hips slightly and his thick head brushed her sensitive core. She lifted her hips, thinking he’d finally slam into her, but no, he wanted to torture her a bit longer. He kissed her, lowering his hand to her pussy and slipped his fingers inside, waking up her nerve endings. Goosebumps scattered her flesh and her invisible tail wagged in delight. She couldn’t imagine anything better than being here, being with him.

“Enough torture already.” She reached down, clasped her fingers around his shaft and guided him to her opening.

“Patience, darlin’. Patience,” he practically cooed.

Her heart tugged and her pussy throbbed. This man was dragging her through plateau after plateau of emotion and sensation. Her heart, which shouldn’t be involved in this, sung a song of love. Love? Had she ever stopped loving him?

“Hey, you okay?” He must have sensed her thoughts.

“I-I, nothing. I’m just loving this. Just remembering how it was.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” He cupped her cheek and gently kissed her. He lowered his mouth and kissed her neck, even lower to her breasts and suckled each throbbing nibble. His raspy beard scratched her sensitive flesh, evoking another moan from her. She squeezed his shaft, realizing she was still holding him in her palm. He sucked in a breath as she rolled her hand along the rigid muscle.

Two could play at this game. She could go for a little torturing also. She continued to caress him firmly between her fingers.

She felt his muscles tighten and he pulled back slightly, enthralled in the feeling of the pleasure. She used this to her advantage, and with strength she didn’t know she had, she gave him a push and he fell back onto the bed.

“I need you now!’ Straddling his hips, she guided him to her passage and slid down onto him. He groaned deeply and she smiled at the power between her legs. She braced her hands on his chest and rocked her hips back and forth, easing him deeper and deeper. He was a large man and it had been a while for her, but she loved the feeling of him stretching her.

“My God!” he hissed.

“Bring your hips up. I want to take all of you.”

“So tight. So good.” He gripped her thighs as he lifted, reaching the deepest part of her.

She worked her bottom lip as she final managed to take on a rhythm.

He flipped them, pressing her against the mattress. “You on top will make me go too quick. I want this to last,” he panted.

With him on top, she could see how tight his jaw was and his twisted lips. He braced both his arms next to her head as he picked up speed, their skin smacking, her knees pressed into his chest to give him deeper access. He reached between their bodies and flicked her clit, and she arched her back, feeling his balls slap against her bottom.

“You feel so good,” he muttered.

“You do too.” She could barely catch her breath.

He paused. “I’m so close. You have me all tied up in knots.”

She wrapped her arms around his nape and kissed neck, flicking the tip of her tongue along the thick vein bulging under his smooth skin. “Although there’s pleasure in having you inside me, I need you to move.”

“Forgive me, but I won’t last long.

She looked up at him. “There’s nothing to forgive. Let’s come together.”

Nothing could have prepared her for the sensations filling her. He enfolded his arms around her, his hands on her bottom as he pressed their bodies together. Her nipples rubbed his chest and his pelvis pressed her clit. With each tight thrust her body grew closer to orgasm.

He shifted, hands pressed the bed on either side of her head as he pounded her fast. She couldn’t hold back and a warm honeyed tremor started in her center, pouring through her body, taking each muscle hostage with a sweet poison of passion. He growled so deep it reminded her of a wild animal.

He shouted something inaudible as he slammed into her repeatedly until his own orgasm flowed. Sweat poured off his skin and his shoulders were so tight she feared he’d burst. Once the spasm faded, he dropped to the side and pulled her with him, ridding his body of the condom.

Tears filled her eyes as she realized something very important. There was no way she’d walk away without her heart breaking for a second time.