"Baby, you're so tight, I can't wait to get inside you." His fingers moved in and out of her, curving to rub against her sweet spot, and she moaned at the sensation.
"Do you know how good it feels to be inside you?" His voice was a gravely whisper against her ear that sent shivers through her body. Oh God, she loved it when he said hot sexy things to her, making her hotter and wetter, ready for more. Always more. "It's like being gripped in a hot velvet fist, and when you come and your body squeezes my cock, your body milks me dry."
She wanted that. Needed that. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders. "Then let's get to it."
"Not just yet," he said as he continued to finger her, rubbing his thumb across her clit. Her whole body shuddered. He chuckled softly in response.
More. She needed, "More."
Mercifully, he moved between her legs, his erection sliding against her thigh. Then, he leaned in to kiss her, and he skimmed the tip of his cock along the folds of her weeping core.
Finally, he was there, at her entrance, and she lifted her hips, taking what she needed. Him. Inside her. Now.
He groaned. "I don't want to hurt you, baby, but if you do things like that, I'm going to lose control."
It wasn't as if she was virginal.
"Good." She wanted him to lose control. She didn't want nice, sweet, love making right now. She wanted fast, hard sex. His body stiffened and he looked down at her with a shocked expression on his face.
She didn't realize she had said the words aloud, but now that they were out there, there was no taking them back. She didn't want to take them back. "Move, Jake. I need you."
He entered her, his cock stretching her, slowly, ever so slowly he slid inside her. "More, Jake. More!" When he pulled out and thrust inside her hard, fast, and deep, she cried out. "Yes!" He pulled almost completely out despite her vaginal walls gripping at him, trying to hold him inside her, then thrust deep again, setting a fast-paced rhythm.
The friction. The glorious friction had her spiraling out of control, the intense sensations building was blinding and wicked, and yet she wanted even more. His cock slammed into her hard, demanding, relentlessly, giving her exactly what she craved.
He whispered sexy things in her ear, erotic things that added fuel to the fire already burning white hot inside her.
When he urged her to the edge with hot whispered words of encouragement at how perfectly her body matched his, how it felt being inside her, she inched closer and closer to soaring.
He suckled her nipples and her womb contracted. He pulled her nipple deep inside his mouth hard, then released it to bite the tip.
Her clit pulsed, her vagina clamped hard around his cock, as she neared the crest. He shifted, his cock plunging in and out of her fast and deep, grazing her clit on the down stroke. The tingles started from her belly and moved downward to her core and upward to her breasts, and with one more stroke she came. She cried out as the tingles spread to her breasts, then up to the top of her head, to her fingertips, and down to her toes. The convulsing started within.
He grunted. "Come for me, baby."
Lizzie let go, let herself fall apart, shatter as the climax shook her. The air backed up in her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath, even as she cried out from the intensity of the orgasm. Her womb clenched and released in fierce spasms as he continued to thrust in and out, prolonging her pleasure until he groaned low and harsh, his features contorted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he found his release. His hot seed splashed against her womb, adding another level of pleasure, one she'd never reached before and one she wasn't sure she would survive. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Darkness edged her vision as stars shot through the perimeter. She heard Jake's continued hoarse shout of satisfaction as she exhaled his name. It was her last conscious breath.
21
Jake
To say he was a little worried would be an understatement. He'd never fucked a woman into unconsciousness before. Hell, he'd never taken any woman as hard and unforgivingly as he had just taken Lizzie. Why he couldn't hold back his need to take her, to claim her, he wasn't sure. Nice going, Kramer.
He poured some water on a napkin and placed it on Lizzie's forehead.
He'd lost all control when she had said she wanted him to take her hard and fast. He knew she hadn't meant to speak the words aloud, but the minute she had, something snapped inside him and he went at her like a rutting animal. Christ, what was he thinking? She was so small, nearly half his size, and fragile. He should have treated her with care, cherished her, shown her how much he loved her.
He patted her cheeks with the cool, wet cloth, the back to her forehead, and she moaned.
"Come on, Darlin'. Open those pretty green eyes for me."
Her eyes opened lazily. "Jake?"
"Yeah, baby. Are you all right?"
She stretched languidly and smiled a satisfied little smile. "Wonderful."
"I didn't hurt you?"
A frown marred her brows. "No. Why would you think that?"
"You fainted. For a good two minutes."
"Really?" The delight and surprise in her voice and on her face had him confused.
"Yeah."
She sat up, stretched her arms above her head, her back arched. "Wow! That's never happened before."
He had been scared shitless and she was ecstatic. What the hell? He frowned. "I thought I hurt you."
She laughed. Then she laughed some more. At him.
"What's so damn funny?"
"You! How could you think that? It was wonderful." A contented sigh replaced her laughter. "Absolutely wonderful."
"What?"
"It was the most amazing experience of my life."
His ego puffed up a bit at the thought. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. You've never been like that before."
"No. I can't say I've ever lost control like that before." He lay down beside her and she snuggled into his chest. It didn't hurt his pride that he'd done that for her; in fact, when she sighed with contentment, he knew he would tell Ryan about it later. Ryan'd never believe it, but Jake would be strutting like a king for days.
Her fingers ran through his chest hair and his cock twitched in response. He could probably live with giving her the most amazing experience of her life.
"I like it when you lose control, Jake. It's very sexy." She licked his nipple.
"Well, you were pretty damn sexy yourself."
"It was amazing, and I think you need to lose control more often." His stomach growled and she snickered before kissing him on his shoulder. She reached for her dress and pulled it over her head then tied the straps at her shoulders. "Let's get you something to eat. You're going to need sustenance if we're going to do that again."
She wanted him to make love to her like that again? Damn, the woman had expectations. He pulled his boxers on. She was amazing. And she was his. He just had to figure out a way to keep her.
22
Lizzie
"This is nice," she said, enjoying the peace and quiet as they ate.
He nodded and took another bite of the cherry cheese torte. She felt a stab of longing as she watched his lips close over the metal tines of his fork.
"You have the sexiest mouth." And she couldn't stop staring at it. The way his tongue flicked out over his thick bottom lip to lick off the dollop of cream had her squirming. Oh, he could lick her like that anytime. He had. The memory had her wanting him to do it again.
He stopped chewing, then slowly started again. He set his plate down on the blanket and pulled her onto his lap, so she straddled him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and he tucked a wayward curl behind her ear.
"Everything about you is sexy."
She looked into his dark eyes and let the magic of the moment wash over her. It wasn't a foreign feeling but rather a familiar one as if it had been just hovering about, waiting for her to acknowledge its existence.
He ran a finger down her cheek. She closed her eyes.
Oh yeah, it was still there. Had it ever not been there?
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. Oh shit, I'm still in love with him.
She wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him and scream at him, "Now look what you made me do!" But, she didn't. Instead she tamped down the panic. If she didn't, he was going to be able to look at her and see exactly what she was feeling, and that was one thing she couldn't allow to happen. So, instead of lingering in the intimacy, she asked, "How about some more dessert?"
"You've got more?" He asked hopefully.
"Of course I do. I know better than to think that two pieces are ever enough for you."
"You were holding out on me."
She grinned. "No, I was just…"
"Holding out on me." He grasped her shoulders and raised a brow. "You should be ashamed. Coming between a man and his dessert." He shook his head in mock disappointment.
She snickered. "Whatever was I thinking?" She crawled off his lap and handed him the last dish of torte. She sat back and watched him devour it with gusto. Lord the man could eat, yet he never gained an ounce. She loved his body, all the hard ridges. She wanted to lick each and every one of them.
When he finished eating, he set the plate inside the picnic basket, and lay on his back to look at the clouds floating overhead through the thin mesh screen of the tent. She snuggled next to him, resting her cheek on his chest.
"How many women have there been, Jake?"
He groaned aloud and she playfully pinched his side.
"Hey!"
"How many, Jake?"
He sighed. "There've been a few."
"A few, huh?" More like a few dozen. The man dripped testosterone.
"Yeah. The thing is, it was scratching an itch and nothing more." She knew how that felt. Well, not the sleeping with someone part, because she hadn't had sex with anyone else, but she had done things with other men, including orgasm, but not one time did it leave her feeling fulfilled.
Still, she needed to know. "How could none of them mean anything to you?"
He shrugged. "Easy. None of them were you."
She got all warm and fuzzy. "Really great answer."
He rolled her onto her back and pinned her with his gaze. "The truth." He trailed a fingertip along her cheekbone, then cupped her jaw in his hand, rubbed his thumb across her lips, his gaze following the motion. "Not one of them let out those sexy breathy little sighs of wonder that get me hard instantly or smelled like freshly cut roses." He shrugged again, his eyes piercing into hers. "They weren't you."
All she could do was nod. She wasn't sure how to respond. And damn it if those weren't tears burning her eyes. She blinked them away.
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Seven years without sex is a long time."
She sighed. "Yeah, it is."
"So tell me about it."
She should have known he'd turn it back to her eventually. "Alright. I dated a few guys over the years, but they didn't… let's say, inspire me to want to have actual sex with them. It just never felt right."
"Why?"
"You sure are nosy," Lizzie grinned.
"You bet."
He was anything but shy of letting her know he was prying. "Let's see. One was selfish." At his raised brow, she continued. "You know, me, me, me, and nothing about you."
"Ah."
"An attitude like that doesn't motivate a woman to want to jump in the sack. The second one was completely the opposite. All hands and just forced the issue rather than let it happen naturally. Then there was one who was really nice. I enjoyed spending time with him, but he just wasn't someone who I could think of sexually. More of a friend."
"And he was okay with the whole 'friend' thing?"
Lizzie grinned. "Yes, very accepting of that actually. Turns out he was hanging out with me to help hide the fact that he was gay."
"You're shitting me."
"Nope. But we talked about it and I told him there was no need to hide. He'd never be truly happy until he took that next step. So he did." It was her turn to shrug a shoulder.
"You're an amazing woman, Lizzie."
"Just doing what any friend would do."
"No, not really. You went above and beyond, but anything less wouldn't be you, would it?" He rubbed his hand up and down her arm then rolled to pull her on top of him. "Are you sore, baby?"
She shifted, straddling his lap, testing her body for signs of achiness. "Yes, but in a really good way." She sat up and pulled her dress over her head revealing her naked body to him.
"You are so hot."
She laughed. "Make love to me, Jake."
23
Jake
It would be his pleasure.
She kissed him. It was a slow, deep, languid kiss. This time he'd make sure to savor their joining. There would be no rushing, just sweet leisurely sex. She shivered.
"Are you cold?"
Her brows pulled together and a frown touched her pretty lips. "No. I'm not sure…"
He heard a rustling of leaves and a crackling of branches. He pulled her dress over her head, covering her nudity, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "In a minute I'm going to get up and check out that noise, and while I do, I'd like you to finish getting dressed."
Something just didn't feel right. At her nod, he quickly rose from the blanket and ran in the direction of the noise. As he looked around, he saw no one. He walked a little further down the line of trees and into the bushes. He didn't see anyone, but he did find a lone set of footprints in the dirt. On closer inspection he noted some pale pink flower petals scattered around the footprints. There weren't any pink flowers around. He took one last surveying glance. No one.
He turned to go back to the tent and saw Lizzie sitting in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. Damn. She looked so small sitting there, so unsettled. He walked back to the tent, dropped to his knees, and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung.
"Who was it, Jake?" She pulled back from his embrace.
"I didn't see anyone." Not quite a lie, but not the truth either. No sense in worrying her if there was nothing going on. She was scared enough as it was. He'd have to come back later and check things out.
"Jake?"
"Yeah, baby."
"I hate to ruin the evening, but I really don't feel comfortable being here anymore."
"No problem, Darlin'. We'll pack up and head out." He pulled on his jeans then helped her clean up and put things back into the basket.
"If it was those kids again, then… oh God." She covered her face with her hands.
"What? What is it?"
She looked at him. "Do you think they saw me naked?"
He sat down to pull on his socks and boots. He paused and looked around. "Come here a minute and straddle my lap like you were before."
"I'm afraid the moment is lost, Cowboy."
He chuckled. "You can leave your clothes on. It's just an experiment."
"Oookay."
She straddled his lap and then he looked over to where he had seen the footprints. "Well, Darlin', if anyone was there, they'd have just seen your backside. And what a lovely backside it is." He waggled his eyebrows as he ran his hands over her ass.
She playfully smacked at his shoulder. "Well, I suppose if it was only my ass they saw, I can live with that. Still, those kids are perverts!"
He laughed. "I hate to break it to you Darlin', but all boys are perverts."
"Were you a pervert? Was Brand?" She climbed off his lap and continued gathering their picnic items into the basket.
"Yep. We did our fair share of spying in our day." He finished buttoning his shirt and fastened his belt buckle. "We just never got caught."
He laughed at her crestfallen expression as he helped her fold the blanket. "What?"
"I guess I just never thought of you as the type who'd need to do any spectating. I thought you were a 'doer.'"
She paused and cocked her head. "And while you did the watching, did you, um, take matters into your own hands?"
Were they really having this conversation? "Damn right. Boys love to jack off, and if we've got live porn right in front of us, we're going to take advantage of it."
"Huh."
That "huh" sounded ominous. "What 'huh'?"
She shrugged then helped him roll the tent. "I never needed any visual aids to get me going. When I was in the mood, I was in the mood. And we girls are a whole lot more discrete about it."
Jeez, the image of Lizzie touching herself in the shower filled his brain. He paused with the tent half in the bag and looked up at her. "Where do you put your hand?"
She blinked. "What?"
His nostrils flared and his body started to tingle. "Your hand. Where do you put it?"
Lizzie laughed. "Where do you think I put my hand?"
His cock started getting hard as his mind envisioned Lizzie touching herself, running her fingers through her slit.
Her gaze met his as his nostrils flared and she grinned. "Men are so easy."
"Hell, yes." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
He picked up the tent and shoved it the rest of the way inside and zipped the bag. Maybe it wasn't a huge deal to her, but it sure as hell was to him. If he had known that, his fantasies might not have been on supermodels and celebrities, but on this hot little pixie right in front of him touching herself, bringing herself pleasure as she slid her fingers inside herself…he groaned.
She let her gaze drop to his throbbing erection straining against his zipper. She laughed. "Seriously easy."
"Damn straight. How would you feel about demonstrating that for me one day?"
"Don't hold your breath."
He chuckled.
"Besides, I've got you, why do I need to pleasure myself?"
"Good point. Let's get out of here."
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