Blake's Pursuit

by Tina Folsom

  Lilo bucked toward him, moaning.

  Gently he moved lower, his fingers finding the spot where warm moisture dripped from her. Greedily, he bathed his finger in her arousal, closing his eyes to let himself fall deeper into the enchantment that Lilo was weaving around him. A man could lose himself forever in the web she wove so easily.

  “You feel so good,” he murmured against her breast, planting kisses on her flesh as he worked his way higher. He kissed alongside her neck, sensing the drum of her pulse underneath his lips. Like a beacon it was calling to him, tempting him to extend his fangs so he could still the hunger that ravaged his body. But he couldn’t give in. Gaining Lilo’s trust by showing her that he was a selfless lover, that her pleasure came before his, was more important.

  Carefully he began to caress her wet folds, stroking along her slit, teasing moan after moan and sigh after sigh from her red lips. At her ear, he whispered, “Imagine it’s my cock.”

  She gasped and lifted her pelvis up, her hands suddenly coming to aid to push her pants and panties lower to give him better access. He allowed her to move the garments to mid-thigh, then stopped her. It was better that she couldn’t open her legs too wide for a while, or this would be over far too quickly.

  “Not yet, baby.” He pressed a kiss below her earlobe. “Just take this for now.” He slid his middle finger deep into her tight channel, until it could go no farther.

  “Ohhhh!” She arched off the bed, and her muscles clamped around his digit.

  “Easy, baby, relax,” he coaxed.

  Lilo eased back into the sheets, then pulled his head down to her. Her lips were hungry when they slid over his. God, how he loved a woman who took charge and wasn’t afraid to show a man what she expected from him.

  Slowly he pulled his finger back, then moved higher to her center of pleasure. When he rubbed over the swollen bundle of nerves for the first time, Lilo moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the intoxicating sound and did it again, gently drawing small circles around the precious organ. He sensed her need to move with him, to rock against his hand, but he swung his thigh over her legs to restrain her. When she wanted to protest, he ripped his lips from hers.

  “We’ve got to go slow, baby, or this is not going to last.”

  Without giving her time to answer, he took her mouth again and continued his passionate kiss, while farther below he caressed her with more tenderness, easing off her clit whenever he felt her pulse become erratic and her breath come in pants, denying her the release she craved only to prepare her for a more massive one.

  Every time he drew back, Lilo moaned in frustration, but the moment he continued his heated caresses, she purred like a kitten. There was no sight more beautiful than a woman in ecstasy.

  Blake released her lips and kissed his way along her jaw, then to her neck. She was ready now to experience her first taste of what he could give her.

  “You wanna come, Lilo, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  He planted open-mouthed kisses along the slender column of her neck and continued his ministrations. But this time he didn’t stop when he felt her body tense. Didn’t withdraw his hand, didn’t deprive her of what she needed. This time he increased his tempo, caressed her with more pressure, listening to her body to know when it was time.

  The shudders that went through Lilo’s body when she climaxed were the purest thing he’d ever been part of. His hand stilled over her sex, allowing the tremors that shook her to extend to him and send tiny shockwaves through his body and into his cock.

  Soon, he promised himself. Just as soon as Lilo was truly ready for him.

  When he lifted his head from her neck and looked at her, her eyes were closed. She opened them, meeting his gaze. Her hand came up, and she ran it through his hair. He captured it and pressed a kiss into her palm, before lifting himself off her.

  Before she could sit up, he was already at her feet, freeing her of her shoes and socks, then pulling her pants and panties down completely, until she lay naked in front of him. He noticed how she lifted her head and reached for the duvet as if wanting to cover herself, but he was already positioning himself between her legs, spreading them apart.

  “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.” Then he lowered his head to the juncture of her thighs. “I want to taste you.” He met her stunned gaze. “Tell me you want that.”

  “But… you just made me come,” she said, her voice a little shaky, and a dark red blush spreading on her cheeks.

  He couldn’t suppress his grin. “Yeah, and now I’m gonna make you come with my mouth. Something wrong with that?”

  She took a few uneven breaths, but finally shook her head. “No, nothing wrong. Nothing at all.”

  21

  Lilo stared at Blake’s dark hair as he dipped his head to the juncture of her thighs and buried his face in her heat. His hot breath ghosted over her flesh, and a moment later, his tongue licked over her sex, soothing her.

  “Oh, Blake.”

  She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Not only had he touched her so patiently and skillfully that she had firmly exploded, but even now he still took no pleasure for himself. Instead, he sucked her with such fervor that she wasn’t sure she wasn’t dreaming—because no man was this selfless. Maybe she had passed out.

  But the strong hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and the warm tongue licking her were too real to be a dream. She reached for him, running her hands through his thick dark hair and feeling him shudder under her touch.

  For a moment he lifted his head, their gazes colliding. In his eyes she read the promise he was making her: to shower her with pleasure.

  She felt safe now. With Blake by her side, the fear was retreating, fading into the background. Whether it would stay there, she didn’t know, but for now, for the next hour or two, she could breathe again.

  She reveled in the sensations Blake unleashed in her. The euphoria. The lust. The pleasure. Already, her arousal was spiking, all thanks to Blake’s skilled tongue and masterful mouth. There was nothing mechanical or perfunctory about his caresses. No, every stroke, every nibble, every lick appeared to give him as much pleasure as her, if the guttural moans coming from his throat were anything to go by.

  Did he lavish every woman with such tender passion? For some selfish reason, she wanted to believe that she was the only one he touched, made love to this way. She’d never met a man like him. Not even Morgan West was like this: a selfless lover with boundless energy and skill. She couldn’t invent a man like Blake if she tried. Nobody would believe her. But Blake was real.

  Already he was coaxing her toward another orgasm, but she knew she needed more this time. She wanted to experience this high with him inside her. It was the only way to truly share how he made her feel.

  Lilo put her hands on his face and lifted it up.

  He looked at her, surprised. “You don’t like it?”

  “I love it,” she hastened to assure him. “But I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”

  He lifted himself up to sit. “You sure you want that?”

  She sat up and nodded, then reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing the first one, then the second, until she could brush it over his shoulders and rid him of it.

  There was only a mild dusting of dark hair on his chest, a chest that attested to his fit state. He was muscular and well-toned, his skin a beautiful bronze tone. Fascinated by so much male perfection, she ran her hand over the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen and felt him inhale. His skin was smooth and soft. Beneath it, his muscles flexed. She loved the way he reacted to her touch, sitting entirely still while his heart thundered under her palm.

  “Lilo…”

  She lifted her lids, tearing her eyes away from his naked chest. “Yes?”

  “Undress me.”

  She smiled at the request. Blake turned to the side, kicking his shoes off so they fell down next to the bed, before lying down on his back.

  W
ithout hesitation she bent over him. Her eyes fell on the bulge that had formed beneath his pants. An involuntary gasp escaped her before she could stop herself.

  A chuckle came from Blake, making her meet his gaze. “I’m not sure whether to apologize or thank you for the compliment,” he said with a smirk. His hand came up and he stroked his knuckles over her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.”

  She felt her cheeks flush with heat. “I know that.” Just like he’d been gentle when he’d touched her. Though maybe she didn’t want gentle. Maybe she wanted something more.

  Boldly, she opened the button of Blake’s pants and lowered the zipper. She gripped the waistband and pulled, while Blake lifted himself up so she could free him of his clothing. She threw his pants onto the floor in the middle of the room, before helping him with his socks. When she looked back at him, he lay there in only his boxer briefs. The fabric stretched tightly over his groin. Slowly she pulled it down completely. Only now was the true size of his erection evident. Her chin dropped, and involuntarily she licked her lips. He was the most amazing specimen of aroused male she’d ever seen.

  A groan bounced off the walls of the bedroom. “Fuck, Lilo, don’t do that, you’re gonna make me come before I’m even inside you.”

  “Do what?”

  “Look at me like you want to devour me.”

  “I’m not…”

  Blake sat up and put his hand on her nape, pulling her face to him. “You are. And ordinarily I’d love for you to look at me like that. But when you lick your lips like that, my mind imagines all kinds of things… and all kinds of ways I want to take you.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” she teased, feeling her confidence grow at the knowledge that Blake desired her.

  “Yeah, very bad. Because it means that I won’t be able to make love to you for nearly as long as I want to.”

  “Ever heard of seconds?”

  He laughed out loud. “Thank God for that!” Then he captured her lips and shifted to press her back into the sheets and roll over her.

  Her legs fell open, making space for him. His hard cock nudged against her center, sending a spike of adrenaline through her core at the contact of skin on skin. Flames seemed to ignite inside her.

  Blake tilted his pelvis and adjusted his erection.

  Lilo ripped her mouth from his. “Condom,” she panted. In the heat of the moment, she’d almost forgotten about it.

  He froze in mid-movement, pulling back a few inches. He expelled a breath, before moving his head from side to side. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any.” He hesitated, then pulled back farther. “I don’t… I’m healthy. The company… they test us regularly.”

  She tried to make sense of his explanation. He was talking about STDs. But that wasn’t her only worry. “I’m not on the pill.” There hadn’t been any need. She hadn’t been with a man in a long time.

  He seemed to relax a little. “If you’re worried about a pregnancy, don’t be. I’m sterile.”

  “Sterile?”

  He shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”

  “Oh.” Was it true? She hesitated, letting the words sink in.

  Blake sat back on his heels. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” He reached for the duvet, pulling it halfway over her. “I don’t even have condoms in the house. What was I thinking? Of course you don’t wanna sleep with me without proper protection. You don’t know me.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You have no reason to believe a single word I’m saying.”

  He jumped up from the bed. “I’ll let you get dressed.”

  She watched him turn, giving her a view of his toned butt. “Blake!” She got out of bed and reached for his arm, her decision suddenly clear.

  He turned, giving her a regretful smile.

  “If you say you’re healthy and you can’t get me pregnant, I believe you.” She drew him closer to her. “Make love to me. Let me feel you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  There was a wild glint in his eyes, and it sparked something primal in her.

  “Yes. Any way you want to.” She’d never given any man carte blanche, but Blake made her want to do anything and everything.

  In the next instant, Blake lifted her off her feet, and a few seconds later she found herself with her back against the wall, her legs spread, suspended in the air, only held up by Blake’s strong hands. But she had no time to marvel at his strength, because he was lowering her onto his cock, seating himself deep inside her with one continuous thrust.

  “Ohhhhh!” she cried out in surprise. She closed her eyes, overtaken by the sensation of how he filled her so completely. Her channel stretched to accommodate him, and all her nerve endings tingled pleasantly.

  “Too much?” he mumbled.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was clenching his jaw, and the cords in his neck protruded, pulsing under the strain, a golden rim around his irises from the light reflecting off the wall.

  “It’s perfect,” she managed to say. “You’re perfect.”

  As if he’d been waiting for her approval, he pulled back his hips, letting his cock slide from her so only the bulbous head was still submerged, before plunging back into her. His powerful thrust robbed her of the air to breathe. She sucked in some oxygen. “Yes! Oh, Blake, yes. Just like that.”

  Why she’d suddenly turned into a woman who liked to be fucked hard and fast against a wall, she had no idea. But as Blake was taking her like this, thrusting into her with powerful moves, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else. She’d never in her life felt so desired.

  “Baby,” he ground out against her lips, while he plunged so deep she thought he was touching her womb. “You feel so good.”

  He took her lips as if wanting to eat her alive. His tongue dipped between her parted lips, exploring her, taking possession of her, making her submit to his wishes.

  She surrendered willingly, opening up her body to him, giving him what he wanted. And she took what she needed, too. She soaked up all he was willing to give her. The spark that had ignited between them the night before was now burning like a wildfire. Out of control. Hot. Untamed. She’d never felt anything like it before. Never known what making love could be like. How every cell in her body could hum with pleasure.

  Blake released her lips, looking at her, as if to reassure himself that she was fine.

  He was panting heavily, but he wasn’t slowing down. His body was glistening with perspiration now, and his muscles were flexing with every move he made.

  “So close,” he murmured.

  He dipped his face to the crook of her neck and kissed her there. She shivered at the contact and tilted her head to allow him better access. “Yes.”

  Blake’s moan went through her like a shudder, while his lips caressed the sensitive skin of her neck. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along her heated flesh, simultaneously soothing and igniting her again. Then she felt his teeth rub against her skin, and a corresponding shudder go through Blake’s body.

  “Fuck!” he cried out and delivered several more thrusts, his pelvic bone hitting her clit, just as she felt the warm spray of his semen fill her.

  Her climax followed his within a second, and she felt herself relax against the wall, Blake still holding her up. For several seconds, all she could do was catch her breath. He didn’t seem to be faring much better.

  Slowly he lifted his head and leaned his forehead against hers, exhaling. “This was much more than I’d ever expected.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re amazing, Lilo. Truly amazing.”

  She had to smile. He thought she was amazing? She hadn’t done anything. He was the one who’d turned this into an out-of-this-world experience.

  She ran her hand through his hair. “Blake, I’ve never felt anything this good. You are—”

  He chuckled. “I wasn’t fishing for compliments.” He pinned her with his eyes, the blue in them more vibrant than ever. “And I truly hope that this isn’t the last time you l
et me make love to you.”

  His comment seemed a little out of place, considering he was the most confident man she’d ever met—even more confident than her cocky fictional character, Morgan West.

  “Seconds, remember?” she teased.

  “Yeah, seconds.” He slid his lips over hers, and kissed her. This time, his kiss was slow and gentle. The tenderness with which he worshipped her mouth was unexpected, but she soaked it up, just as she’d gobbled up his passion earlier.

  An eternity seemed to pass before he finally withdrew his cock from her and set her back on her feet.

  “How about I get the shower running?” he asked.

  “I’d like that.”

  He released her from his arms and crossed the room toward the en-suite bathroom. “It’s an old house. The hot water takes a couple of minutes.”

  She watched him disappear in the bathroom, admiring his muscular physique. Few men looked great both in clothes and out of them. Blake was one of them.

  Still in a state of bliss, she peeled herself away from the wall and slowly crossed the room, when her gaze fell onto the nightstand. There, on the middle shelf, lay a book. She smiled to herself. It was a Morgan West bounty hunter novel, one of her books. If only Blake knew that she was the author who’d penned the novel he was currently reading. Perhaps she should tell him. They would both get a chuckle out of it.

  “Water is getting warmer,” Blake called from the bathroom.

  She turned and continued walking, but with her next step, her foot landed on something sharp, and she involuntarily cried out, “Ouch!”

  She lifted her foot and saw what she’d stepped on. She froze, then slowly bent down. Was this what she thought it was? No, it couldn’t be. But there was no doubt. A pink H scribbled on the small shiny item fairly stared her in the face.

  “Are you coming, Lilo?”

  She collected the item that lay next to Blake’s pants. Had it fallen out of his pocket when she’d tossed them on the floor while undressing him? Lilo rose, turning toward the bathroom, where Blake now appeared in the doorframe.