Lips On My Heart

by M J Marino

  No longer seeing me as a threat, Hades snorts and starts investigating a nearby brush pile.

  I need to know who this little spitfire is before she goes on her way. I extend my hand to her. “Well, I guess proper introductions are in order. Maceo, but you already know it.” I give her my best panty-dropping smile, praying it works on her. From the pretty blush growing on her cheeks, I’m guessing my charm is having the desired effect.

  “Josephine,” she says in a soft voice as she takes my hand. We shake hands for a moment, and I bring the back of her hand to my lips to place a kiss on her silky skin. I don’t know what possessed me with this fucking chivalrous behavior. I’ve never kissed someone’s hand before. But something about her makes me want to put my hands and lips all over her, right here and right now, while still being a gentleman.

  “Josephine,” I murmur. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

  She giggles and I swear to God it sounds like little bells, perfect and musical. She’s fucking gorgeous, and it makes my chest ache. I palm the area with my free hand to ease the pain. She rolls her bright blue eyes, but she’s clearly flattered based on how her blush spreads from her face to her cleavage. “My, aren’t you the charmer.”

  My grin turns wolfish and my inner asshole takes over. “I’m hoping to charm the pants right off you.”

  Josephine blinks, shocked. “You’re bold.” She shakes her head as if to clear it.

  Still holding her hand, I pull her closer till I’m bending down to her ear. I’m so fucking close I can smell the citrus scent of her skin mixed with what I know is the scent of her arousal. It’s fucking euphoric and nearly primal. “Is it working?”

  Her pupils dilate and the corners of her mouth turn up. “Not at all.”

  She lies. I chuckle at the challenge she’s presenting.

  Her bright blues narrow at me. “I’m not that easy.”

  Maybe true with the men in her past, but I can tell by the flush of her skin and the way she’s shifting her thighs together, I’m affecting her as much as she’s affecting me. I may have a shot at being the exception.

  I don’t need to get to know a bedmate in order to have sex with her. Honestly, being willing, attractive, and clean is enough. I’m not in it to form a connection; it’s just sex. And the women I’ve hooked up with before are of the same mindset.

  But Josephine isn’t the typical woman I go after, and if she was, she would already be trying to run a hand up my body. Josephine is…surprising in some odd way I can’t discern. She needs to be wooed, and to feel connected to any man she allows in.

  These are uncharted waters for me. But looking at the little beauty and how enticing her body is, I’m willing to give it a whirl.

  “Of course you’re not easy, and I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” I eye her up and down appreciatively, watching her blush deepen. “I think if you gave me the time of day, you’d see we have more in common than not.”

  She smirks. “Like what?”

  I’ve got her attention, and now I need to sell myself like an infomercial host. “For starters we both enjoy running and staying in shape.”

  She nods but isn’t biting—yet.

  “We’re both early risers. We enjoy being out in nature and appreciate quiet surroundings. And we can find humor in disastrous first encounters.”

  Josephine grins. “You’re right, we have more in common than I expected. But it’s not enough to ‘charm the pants off’ of me.”

  Ugh. I’ve never had to put this much effort into winning a woman over. They typically take one look at my cut body, and are all game. This one’s willful and…amazingly, I like it.

  “What does a man need to do to win your approval? I mean, I already swept you off your feet, rescued you from the Hound of the Baskervilles, and climbed a mountain to bring you to safety. Aren’t I enough of a knight in shining armor?” I joke, keeping it light.

  Baby, if you take a chance on me, I promise your body won’t regret it.

  I don’t chase women, ever. They come to me willingly, and when I’m done with them, I’m done. If this woman isn’t interested in what I’m offering, I’ll leave her alone and go on my merry way. But damn if this blue-eyed pixie doesn’t make me want to beg like a fucking dog for any kind of affection she’d give. Going three months without sex must be messing with my head.

  Josephine laughs nervously and I can’t help but inch closer, her laughter like a beacon. My semi-hard cock is now nearly erect. Goddamn, I have no control around this pixie, and it both arouses and scares the shit out of me. I’m used to being in control and calling the shots, but Josephine—she’s bringing out my carnal needs. I need to seal the deal with this woman, and now.

  With my cock aching for attention, I contemplate if it would be overstepping to lean down and offer her a kiss. My eyes hold hers, searching for consent, but Josephine takes me by surprise.

  “Oh, to hell with it,” she says in a husky voice, before pulling my face down to hers where salty sweet lips brush against mine.

  Holy fuck! How did I get this damn lucky with this woman?

  The featherlight touch of her velvet lips is enough for me to let loose my feral side. My left hand snakes into her hair, while the other wraps around her tiny waist, pulling her against my body. I deepen the kiss, enjoying her silky lips against mine. Gently, I press her back into the boulder, careful to avoid setting off Hades—I definitely don’t want him cock blocking me. I lean into her and experience more of her heavenly body.

  She moans into my mouth, granting me access to swipe my tongue against hers. Lord, she tastes like mint, heaven, and sin all rolled into one.

  Her slim fingers graze up and down the hard-muscled panels of my shirtless abdomen, while my hand roams over her slim hip and down to the curve of her ass. Never have I wanted to smack an ass as much as I want to right now. My hand twitches, but I resist.

  We break the kiss and I lean my forehead against hers, both of us panting for air. Her eyes hold mine and her fingers toy with my waistband. If she’s looking for approval, she’s got it. Hungry for her, I crush my lips to hers. Her small hand molds around my huge, erect cock over my workout shorts. I can’t stop the growl of approval from leaving my lungs if my life depended on it.

  Shit, this is escalating quickly.

  I’m not in control, only following her lead, and I’m sure as shit not going to stop it, knowing her intentions. No. I’m going to stoke this fire burning between us and take the reins. If she wants to cop a feel, I’m going to take it to the next level.

  My hand moves from her ass to the front waistband of her shorts, and slides underneath the thin material, finding her hot center wet and ready. I bite back the groan working its way out of my chest. My cock thickens at the notion of being covered in her juices.

  Her head tilts back, giving me access to her slender throat. I take full advantage, by licking and kissing it. Fuck me—she breaks out in goosebumps—and I nearly come, knowing I’m giving her as much pleasure as she’s giving me.

  I circle my thumb on her precious nub before slipping two fingers between her slick folds and plunge inside of her. So fucking tight, maybe I should have started with one finger. I don’t want to hurt her, only bring her pleasure.

  “Yes,” she moans and angles her hips.

  Ah, hell! That little moan is like a shock to my heart.

  My fingers curl to hit the secret ball of nerves deep inside of her, wanting to make her pussy vibrate. My other hand untangles from her hair, and I hook her leg and cradle it in my elbow, trussing her up against the rock so my fingers hit her tender spot better. I swear to God she’s purring as she rides my hand, chasing her own pleasure.

  I focus on her radiant face and watch her come apart from my fingers alone. Her head is tossed back, her eyes closed tight, and her pretty little mouth parted in a perfect O. Fucking gorgeous, but I need to see her aqua eyes when she peaks.

  “Look at me, baby
,” I command gruffly.

  She obeys, showing me those bright blues of hers—swimming with the ecstasy I’m giving her. She’s the sexiest temptress I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. She’s close; her legs are shaking, and her gasps have turned into moans.

  I hear movement behind me and look over my shoulder to see Hades cautiously approaching. He doesn’t trust me. He probably hears the soft cries of his mamá and has come to investigate.

  Shit. “Um, Josephine?”

  Josephine looks over my shoulder at her hellhound and holds up her hand, stopping him. “It’s okay, big boy. Go lay down.”

  Reluctantly, Hades goes and flops down under a tree.

  My eyes reconnect with Josephine’s, and my fingers and thumb work her into a quivering mess.

  “Let go,” I order, barely able to control my own arousal.

  Her eyes roll back into her head, and she cries out as she detonates around my fingers, filling my palm with her wet sweetness. Her pussy clenches hard on my fingers, and my dick starts to weep with jealousy.

  My groan can’t be contained anymore. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”

  My pixie opens her eyes and all I see is more wanton need than what was there to begin with.

  Thank fuck for that.

  Needing to taste her spunk, I pull my fingers out of her and raise them to my mouth, where I suck them clean. And it’s my turn to roll my eyes into the back of my head with pleasure. She tastes sweet and creamy—it’s like fucking ambrosia and it only fuels my already heightened need.

  A soft moan escapes her as she watches me feast on the essence lingering on my fingers. She pulls me to her lips and kisses me deeply, her tongue working hard against my tongue barbell.

  Fuck me, that’s hot! Most women don’t like to taste themselves, but clearly my little pixie is all for it. She has quickly become my favorite person in the world.

  My head is swimming with lust. I only half register that she’s pulling my heavy cock out from the top of my shorts. I was hoping she would return the favor with maybe a hand job or, God willing, a blowjob, but my mind explodes as she pushes down her own shorts to bare her succulent wet pussy to me.

  Thank the fucking saints above for sending Josephine to me.

  Instinct takes over and I’m grabbing her under her firm ass, hoisting her up to my waist. She wraps her slender legs around me, strong and ready for the ride I’m going to give her. I line up my thick cock to her entrance and swipe it several times across, coating it in her wetness. As wet as she is, we’re still going to need extra lubricant. My fingers felt how tight her hot little pussy is. And I don’t want to ride her dry with all nine inches of me. Keeping her happy is my number one priority.

  Christ. Why does it feel like I’m falling for this woman when I only know her first name? It’s a little unsettling, but in the heat of the moment I shove it aside.

  Before I drive myself into her, I need to look in her eyes and make sure this is in fact what she wants. I’m all for picking up women and having a good fuck and then saying my goodbyes, but if this is going fast for me, it’s probably going even faster for her. I cup her cheek with my free hand and force her to look at me. Her lust-filled eyes meet mine.

  “Please,” she whispers. “I want you inside of me.”

  Fuck me. She’s begging for my cock. Who am I to deny her?

  Ah hell, I’m not covered. Why didn’t I realize this as I coated my length with her juices?

  I never go raw. I’m clean. I was recently tested and I’ve been abstinent for months, but I don’t know this woman from Adam.

  Is she clean? Is she on birth control? Where is she in her ovulation cycle? Does she care if I’m not using protection?

  My dick is screaming ‘who gives a fuck.’

  Torn, I hesitate. She reacts by grabbing my cock to entice me into her warm center.

  “I don’t have protection,” I say regretfully.

  “Please, I have no STIs, I swear. Just please fuck me, Maceo,” she whimpers.

  Oh Christ! “I don’t either, but are you sure you’re okay with this?” If she’s fine fucking in the open without protection, I’m all on board.

  She bobs her head anxiously.

  Greedily, I slide in to the hilt in one thrust. She gasps, and her sex squeezes my dick. Jesus, I nearly come. Her molten hot pussy is a tight sheath around me; she’s like a second skin. I wait a moment for her body to adjust to my girth before I start to move—slow at first, and she hisses from the intrusion. It’s not until she starts panting that I move my hips faster and fuck me if she doesn’t meet me thrust for thrust.

  I kiss her tenderly, contrasting the force of my hips. She caresses my face with her slender hands and looks deeply into my eyes like she’s searching for my soul. It’s not long before we’re both slick with perspiration from our lovemaking.

  Lovemaking? I shake my head. Where the fuck did that come from?

  Josephine wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, and we’re totally enveloped around each other. Definitely not my norm. We’re fucking holding each other as I drill into her harder and harder, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the fact we’re embracing. She’s mewling and I’m practically growling.

  Fuck, this is too much. Embarrassingly, I know I’m not going to be able to keep this up much longer.

  Heaven answers another prayer for me. “M—Maceo, I—I’m coming,” she cries. My name on her lips as she climaxes is the sweetest sound. My chest nearly explodes hearing her scream my name. Suddenly, I’m flying over the edge.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I roar, shooting my load deep inside of her. My orgasm goes on and on, her pussy clenching around me from her own release.

  My God, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And I’ve had a lot, making me a damn expert.

  I look at her lovely face and she’s probably having the exact same thought, bringing the biggest fucking grin to my face. I’m pretty proud to be the best she’s had, and the only one to give it to her from here on out.

  What the actual fuck, Maceo? We’ve fucked once and I’m already thinking of forever. I’ve never been with a woman more than once. But fuck if this tiny pixie isn’t making me rethink my own rules. One and done isn’t going to cut my urge for Josephine. I need more of her and it terrifies me.

  Josephine must sense me tense up, because she pulls away and assesses my reaction. Here I am, in the middle of trying to figure out how I can keep this woman with me, and she’s realizing what the fuck we did.

  Her hand rises to her forehead. “Oh. My. God.”

  I shoot for humor, making light of the delicate situation we’re in, to keep her calm and with me. “Why, thank you. But seriously, call me Maceo.”

  She groans and starts to pull away, leaving me no choice but to slip out and set her down. Fuck—my dick is bitching at me to push back into her and keep her speared on me. My gut twists as I watch her hastily pick up her shorts and tug them back on. Reluctantly, I pull my own back up, and I catch her arm as she turns away.

  “Hey,” I say gently, stopping her retreat.

  She refuses to meet my gaze, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I did this. This isn’t me. What the hell was I thinking?”

  “It’s okay. No worries. Fuck, that was amazing.” I bring her hand to my heart. “You feel that? My heart is still fucking racing like a freight train.”

  Blue eyes fly wide and she quickly pulls her hand away from my heaving chest. “Oh, God. This was a bad decision.”

  “Wrong!” I counter. “It was the greatest decision. And we’re going to do it again, and again, and again.”

  Yep, you’re mine and I’m keeping you. Wait… What the hell, Maceo?!

  Sex was supposed to clear my mind, not fuck it up. I want to slap myself for thinking shit about forever with this woman, even if she made me come harder than anyone else.

  Josephine is fucking shaking now and clenching at her abdomen. “No, we won’t be hav
ing sex again.”

  I snort. “You can’t fight this chemistry between us, Pixie. It’s primal and instinctive. No use trying to go against it and wasting precious time. Come back with me to my place and let me take care of you again.”

  There’s no way I’m letting her go ‘till I get my fill of her. I’ll reschedule my appointment for this morning to make it happen.

  Josephine’s face blushes a deep scarlet. Does the blush spread all the way down to the lips of her pussy? I bite my bottom lip, picturing the image.

  “Nope. Not happening.” She quickly looks down at her watch. “Shit,” she says with clear panic. “I don’t have time for this. Hades! Come on, boy. We need to hurry home.”

  Hades hasn’t moved from his spot under the shade of the tree off the trail, and he makes no attempt to get up. I don’t blame him. Early as it is, it’s fucking hot.

  Scowling, I fold my arms over my chest. “Where is home exactly?” If she thinks she’s going to ditch me after the best lay ever, she’s got another thing coming.

  I don’t want to scare her away by getting all possessive, but a switch has been flipped inside me and I don’t think I can stop myself from tracking her down. Finding people is my damn job. I’ll find her, woo her little ass ‘till the cows come home, and have her in my bed where she fucking belongs before the end of the week. It would just be preferable if I could convince her to give me an actual shot first.

  “Yeah, I’m not telling you,” she scoffs, calling for her dog again.

  “Yeah, well, you may change your mind if you end up pregnant with my baby,” I say heatedly. Fuck me if the idea of having a child with this woman doesn’t thicken my cock with pride.

  “We didn’t use a condom, per your request. You may not want anything to do with me right now, but I take responsibility for my actions and you may actually want me involved if there’s a kid. You know what, fuck that, I want to be involved, whether there’s a baby or not.”