by Elle Boon
He inserted the key into the door, holding it open for her like the man did with all things, without thought. His manners were impeccable as were everything about him. He obviously had money; she’d known that from the card his daughter had whipped out to pay for her hair, to the clothing they both had worn. Had she not witnessed those things before, she’d have known it when they entered the suite. All their things laying around were telling. High End, top of the line, everything. If they’d met at any other time, she might have been able to introduce herself like someone from the same world. Only he seemed to like that she wasn’t.
Their coats were placed over a chair, then he turned to her, waiting.
“Would you like a drink or—” he trailed off.
She shook her head, then toed off the boots she’d worn.
“Me neither. C’mere.”
Nova didn’t get a chance to do as he’d said. Keifer eliminated the space between them in two strides, taking her face between his palms. “I’ve been dying to see if your skin was as soft as it appears.”
“You have?” she asked lamely.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured.
She opened her mouth to respond. Truly she did. Thoughts scattered under his lips, and tongue. The whiskey he’d drunk was a flavor she’d forever remember as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if her life depended on it.
“God, you taste and feel sweeter than anything I’ve ever had.” His husky voice was punctuated with kisses.
“It’s hot in here.” She was sure it was burning up, or she was. The chunky sweater over pleather leggings were two layers too much when all she wanted was to be skin on skin with this man.
“Are you sure?”
She hadn’t realized she’d spoken her words out loud until he tipped her chin up with his thumbs. “Very.”
Keifer stepped back, his hands sliding down her arms until only one hand was stretched out. “Come with me.”
Nova looked at his large palm, steady and smooth, waiting for her to take it. There was absolutely no doubt what she was going to do. Her much smaller and darker one was swallowed up by his as soon as she settled hers on top of his. It was a moment she would never forget, the slight shiver that he couldn’t hide shook her as well.
The room he took her to was large, with a huge king-sized bed, definitely big enough for two. He kept hold of her hand, shutting and locking the door, a light from the bathroom illuminating the room enough she was able to still make out his features.
“Are you sure Delilah won’t be coming home tonight?” Not that she was planning on staying the entire night. Heck, her Nana would probably send out a search party if she wasn’t home by midnight, but she was sure the people who had seen them together, had probably already sent out a note through the town gossip that she was with Keifer
“I’m positive. Trust me, she’s stayed the night with many people, and never called for me to come get her, or come home because she’s missed me. I don’t think it’s going to be any different this time. Are you having second thoughts?” Keifer moved until he was standing directly in front of her, his hard body close enough she could reach out and touch if she chose.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind.” To prove her point, she lifted one hand and rested it on his chest, wondering if he had any chest hair.
“Not on your life, sweetheart.” He smiled down at her. “I’ll admit it’s been a little while since I’ve seduced a woman.”
She smiled back. “It’s been a while for me too.” She bet it was a lot longer for her than him. And even if it had only been a few months, for him, not her, she was more than ready.
Keifer cradled her face in his palms, his eyes holding hers as his lips covered hers. Good lord, the man could make her almost come from his kisses alone.
He growled something too low for her to make out, sweeping her up into his arms like she weighed nothing and carried her over to the bed. Without putting her down, he jerked the cover down before placing her on the edge. Her pulse sped up as he knelt at her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Trying to decide what to take off first. If I take the sweater off first, I might lose my head, but if I take your pants off, I’m liable to do the same.” He shook his head, sitting back on his haunches.
“How about you take your clothes off and I take mine, that way we’re both naked at the same time?” she suggested, really wanting to see all of him as soon as possible.
He stood in a smooth motion, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. “I like the way you think.”
She wiggled backward, getting onto her knees so she could work the sweater off while still being able to take in him and his glorious body. Damn, he was a bronzed god. Her mouth went dry just looking at his smooth chest with the thin line of hair above the waist of his slacks. She had no doubt that was a trail that would lead to a whole lot of pleasure.
Her sweater landed next to his shirt and then while she eased her leggings down, leaving her in the lacy black bra and thong, he shucked his slacks and briefs. Holy shit. She’d known he was big, had seen the outline behind his zipper. Yet now, with him naked, his cock free, she was glad she wasn’t a virgin, because holy lord, he was not something she’d have wanted ripping through her untried body. Well, okay, she totally would’ve. Every inch of him was perfect. She almost let insecurities send her scurrying under the covers. Her ex’s voice telling her she wasn’t fit enough, wasn’t pretty enough nearly doused her arousal. However, it was the heat and need in Keifer’s gaze that kept her rooted to the spot.
“Fuck, you’re utter perfection.” Keifer wiped a hand down his mouth.
Chapter Five
Keifer wasn’t sure what he wanted to kiss, lick, or touch first. Shit, it was taking all his control not to rip the last shreds of lacy fabric from Nova’s body. Perfection might have been an understatement when it came to her and her body. She wasn’t model thin, or model tall. She was a pocket Venus with curves meant for a woman’s body. Hell, she couldn’t be more than five foot three or four, with an hourglass figure. Her stomach was flat, toned with hips that flared out slightly for a man’s hands, his hands. And her breasts were definitely more than a handful. He hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of her ass, but he’d bet it was nice and round. Everything about her was firm, and again, the word perfect came to mind when it came to her.
“You’re making me nervous, staring at me like that,” she whispered.
He palmed one breast, thumbing one stiff peak through the lace. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Keifer gripped both breasts in his palms, weighed them, drawing his thumbs over the peaks, wondering if they were pink or not.
“I need to see all of you,” he growled and released one to work the catch behind her free.
Nova helped him take the bra off, then he tucked his fingers in the sides of her panties, drew them down her legs, tossing the small scrap somewhere on the floor behind him. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, feeling her smooth flesh against his.
Son-of-a-bitch, his dick was so hard it bumped against her stomach. “I want you,” he muttered, fisting a handful of hair in his hand.
Nova sighed; her dark eyes blinked up at him. “I want you too.”
Never in all his years had he wanted a woman as badly as he wanted to feel his bare cock sliding inside Nova. The thought brought him up short. He released her hair, putting a little space between them. “Condom,” he said more for his reminder than hers.
“Is something wrong?” Nova asked.
Even through the light filtering in, he could see the hurt and confusion on her face. He maneuvered her into the center of the bed, kissing away both of the questions. She wasn’t expecting more than a night of pleasure nor was he. They both knew the score.
He trailed kisses down her jaw, finding her pulse throbbing beneath his lips. His hands weren’t idle, not when he had such a gorgeous woman beneath him. He knelt on the bed, pulling back e
nough so he could trace every dip and curve with his hands and lips. Using his fingers, he curled them around her ankles and drew her legs apart. Need thrummed through him at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” He looked up, meeting her pleasure filled gaze.
“I...I’d like that, I think.”
Amused at her reply, Keifer settled between her legs. He slid his arms beneath her thighs and gripped her ass, lowering his mouth to her center for his first taste. The sound of her deep inhale as he touched his tongue to her clit made him smile, but it was the moan that nearly had him coming. He teased and sucked, licked and explored every inch of her sweet little pussy, finding what made her squirm, what made her tense, and what had her clenching on his fingers. “You like this?” he asked, pumping one, then another finger in tandem to his sucking on her clit.
“Keifer, please,” she panted.
“Oh, I aim to please,” he promised. He lifted his head to peer up at her while keeping his fingers inside, stroking her as he continued the onslaught with his tongue, feeding both of their needs, driving her higher until she crested, her cry of ecstasy falling from her lips as she came hard, thrusting against his lips and fingers, riding out her orgasm until she finally went limp.
Keifer waited until the last pulse and throb of her muscles stopped, letting her come down before he kissed his way up her body. He drew one stiff peak into his mouth, making it even harder before releasing it with a soft pop. Not wanting to leave the other unattended, he gave it the same attention.
“Oh, I want you in me, Keifer.” She buried her hands in his hair, tugging him up to her.
The tip of his dick kissed her entrance as he settled between her legs, her wet heat making him want to slam inside her without protection. “Condom,” he groaned, withdrawing from the heaven he’d almost entered.
He leaned over the side of the bed, fished his wallet out of the back pocket of his slacks, and found the condom inside. With his teeth, he ripped the foil packet open, rolled it on, then ran the tip up and down her center. “Still with me?”
The entire move took him less than sixty seconds, yet it felt like he’d just fucked up.
“I’m good,” she whispered, lifting her hips to meet him.
He stilled, studying her features. “You sure?”
Nova lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, sliding her hands down to his ass, she gripped him hard. “I’m very sure, big guy.” Her hips lifted, circled in an enticing way.
Keifer groaned and sank the crown of his cock inside her, swearing at the tightness. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He wanted to say she felt better than anything he’d ever felt before, but then her body relaxed a little more, and he sank in another inch. He pulled back, then sank in again, repeating the motion until he had driven his entire length inside heaven. His breath whooshed out of him like he’d run a damn marathon. “Don’t move, sweetheart.”
“Okay, but can I say you’re huge?” she breathed.
He chuckled, pulling back a little to stare down at her dark eyes, leaving just the crown inside her body. “No, you’re just tight as fuck.”
She shook her head, undulating her hips. “More,” she demanded. “Harder.”
Keifer grunted, giving her and him exactly what they wanted, driving deeper, harder, holding nothing back. With every downward stroke, he altered the angle, so he hit her clit, stimulating the little bundle of nerves each time they came together.
“Oh my god, yes, Keifer, do that again.” Her cries filled his ears.
She was so damn beautiful, demanding, and perfect.
NOVA LOVED THE WAY Keifer filled her and held nothing back. His weight pressed her down, giving her all of him as he pumped in and out of her. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, explored and urged him on. The intensity of his features stole her breath, hypnotizing her.
Tingles raced through her veins, starting at her toes and sweeping over her as she met him thrust for thrust until another orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on him, squeezing, milking, again and again.
Keifer tossed his head back. The veins in his neck stood out as he stiffened above her and called out her name as he came, filling the condom with his come. She’d wished in that moment there was nothing separating them.
She wasn’t sure whose heart beat faster, his or hers. Heck, they might’ve been beating to the same rhythm for all she knew. The pleasure slowly began to fade. When he shifted slightly, she gripped him tighter, not wanting him to leave her just yet. Small residual ripples of ecstasy continued to rock her frame. In all the times she’d had sex with her ex, she’d never felt anything close to what she’d just shared with Keifer.
“I’m too heavy, and I need to get rid of the condom,” Keifer said. He shifted onto his elbows, keeping most of his weight off of her, bringing one hand up to cradle one of her breasts.
She moaned, closing her eyes until she felt his hand on her face. He drew his thumb across her lip in a sweet caress that threatened to make her cry, then dipped his head, and brushed his lips over hers. The kiss was tender and short.
“Be right back.” He slipped out of her.
Nova felt his loss but hid it behind a smile. She would most certainly be feeling his possession tomorrow. She wasn’t sure if she should get up and get dressed while he was in the bathroom or wait for him. Gah, she’d never done anything like she’d just done. Was there a manual for these types of things?
“Are you hungry?” Keifer called from the bathroom.
She scooted to the edge, looking for her sweater. “Um,” she mumbled.
“What are you doing?” Keifer strode out of the bathroom gloriously naked.
“I was looking for my sweater.” Her mouth went dry looking at him. How could any man be so damn sexy and self-assured?
“You don’t need it yet.” He plucked the sweater from her hand, tossing it behind him.
“You’re bossy,” she joked.
Keifer hopped onto the bed, rolling onto his back. “You have no clue. C’mere.”
Nova crawled over him, encircling his dick in her hand. “Hmm, I think I am hungry.”
This time, it was he who moaned. “Damn, you don’t...”
“Tell me if I’m doing this right.” She licked the tip, remembering some things she’d read about.
Keifer tugged on her hair, halting her actions. “What do you mean? Have you never done this before?”
She looked up at him, his crown in her mouth, a smile trying to break free at the look on his handsome features. She pulled back with a hard suck. “If I say no are you going to be disappointed?” She licked around the tip, paying special attention to the underside.
“Fuck no,” he groaned.
“Good. Now, tell me what you like and don’t like.” She opened her mouth and took as much of him inside as she could, sliding back up and then down again. She used her hands on the length she couldn’t take inside, pumping and squeezing, slightly salty fluid coming from the tip greeted her questing mouth. She’d thought it would be gross, but with Keifer, she wanted more.
“Enough,” he tugged, pulling her up his body.
“Did I do it wrong?” She planted her hands on either side of his head, smiling down at him.
“If you’d have done it any better, I’d have come down your throat,” he growled.
“Wasn’t that the point?” She wiggled her hips until his dick was positioned under her, then slid back and forth. “Oh,” they both moaned in unison.
“Fuck me, condom.”
His words didn’t register until he rolled her off of him. Shit, she was so ready she almost slid on him. Stupid move for sure.
“Okay, now, where were we? Oh yeah,” he said, gripping her as if she weighed nothing, positioning her back on top of him. “Right here. You ready?”
“Are you going to laugh if I say I’ve never done this either?” Nova slid down his length as much a
s she could, then moved back up, repeating the same thing until she had all of him inside her. “Wow,” she breathed.
“Does that hurt?” Keifer asked.
She stilled at the feeling of him flexing inside her, pleasure radiating out of every pore of her. “No,” she said, knowing he had to see the truth in her eyes.
Her words set off a series of things, one being his release of control as he began to move, pounding up in her with his hands guiding her hips up and down. Her eyes were glued to his as her breaths came out in loud bursts she couldn’t control. She braced her arms on his chest, using her legs, she bounced up and down, loving the way he controlled her, yet still let her move. His gaze went to where they were connected.
“Look,” he instructed.
Her wide-eyed gaze went to where his were, shocked to her core at the erotic image of their joining. “Keifer,” she cried on the verge of coming.
He flipped them, sliding out of her and standing next to the bed. “Come here, on your knees.”
She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant, his large hands reached for her, moving her into the position he wanted, then he was slamming back into her, her ass in the air, face on the mattress
The deep, husky way he demanded her to push back against him couldn’t be denied. She didn’t care what his view was. All she cared about was the pleasure that was right there.
Nova glanced backward, wondering how many times she’d be picturing him just like this in the future when he wasn’t there. His head thrown back; his jaw clenched. He called her perfect and beautiful, but it was he who was all that and more.
“I need you to come for me, Nova.” He pumped in and out, keeping one hand on her hip. The other, he ran down her thigh and back up before bringing it around to cup her mound.
Nova was beyond the ability to respond in coherent words. If he hadn’t held her up with one strong grip, she was sure she’d have collapsed beneath his onslaught. Unerringly his talented fingers found where she needed him to touch that would send her soaring. Four pumps later, she shattered, screaming his name.