by Dani Wade
Sweeping down, he met her parted lips with his own, reminding her of the excitement to be found in the meeting of their mouths. Hers soon softened, heightening his arousal as she responded to his seduction, moving her lips with his, making way for the demands of his tongue. He worked her slowly, knowing they had all night, eager to enjoy every last sensation.
Her mouth was hot and moist. She tasted sweet, like muted sugar with a touch of spice, which made him wonder what all she’d been up to in this bed before Bobby Joe had made an appearance. Tori responded freely, not suppressing her inclination to explore in return.
All too quickly, mouth to mouth wasn’t enough. He came down over her, pressing her back against the pillows as he lay along her side. Skin against skin heated the flames licking down his spine, the feel of her body a temptation too hard to resist.
With a dip of his head, his mouth explored the top curve of her breast, sampling the firm mound that shivered with her breath. He suckled lightly around the outer edges, paying close attention to her gasps and moans, learning what she liked, what she wanted, and what truly set her on fire.
As his lips brushed the edge of one rose-colored areola, her back arched, urging him exactly where she wanted him. But he wasn’t through torturing her yet. He’d only just begun.
His urgent need already met, he had infinite patience to savor her every response, to drive them both so high that when he finally got inside her, they would both see stars. So he wasn’t in a hurry as he applied his tongue to her nipple. The stiffened peak tightened even more. Tori whimpered, the sound running straight to his core. But he didn’t deviate. He flicked across the sensitive peak with a rapid beat, in time to her panting breaths. Then he shifted to long, hard licks, savoring the taste of her sweet flesh against his tongue.
Sweet was the best way to describe Tori, he thought as he latched on to her nipple and sucked hard. He wanted to swallow her down his throat. Before the night was through, he would taste every part of her.
As her nails dug into his biceps and her breath gasped in her chest, he switched to the other breast, her reaction compelling him to make his treatment there just as thorough. God, she tasted so good. Her response was open, honest. No feeling that she was performing or aware that she was judging his every little move. Simple, honest need. Flaming-hot desire.
God, this was so good.
With that thought, the darkness inside him roared, but he refused to give it free rein. Light. Fun. Not intense. He needed to find a way to pull back.
Drawing away from her well-used breasts, he retreated to the edge of the bed to stand and remove his clothes. The urgency in his core yelled at him to hurry, but the view had him slowing by increments. Tori had lifted to her elbows to watch him. Bright blue eyes peeked at him through thick blonde lashes, taking him in from head to toe. He was already hard, but his cock grew even stiffer beneath her approving gaze until the broad head lifted above the horizontal.
He watched as her pink-tipped nails drifted absently back and forth along her ribs. While he stripped off his sweatshirt, shirt, and undershirt, those delicate yet capable hands slid upward to brush the undersides of her still-trembling breasts. Something in his expression must have clued her in to his excitement, because her lips stretched into a small smile before she let her lids ease closed.
Then her hands curved around her breasts, those mounds sitting firm on her rib cage as she reclined. His mouth watered as she stroked them, her head falling back as she tested their weight. Squeezing lightly, she left no part untouched. His hand found his cock just as her fingertips found her nipples, and he squeezed hard to stave off the orgasm pounding down his length. Once he had himself under control, he went back to watching her. Those rosy nipples grew darker and harder as she pulled at them in a rhythm both personal and familiar. Her legs began to scissor against each other, the sound of silky-smooth skin brushing against itself sexy and tempting.
What he needed was a distraction before she unmanned him.
Grasping each of her ankles, he squeezed to get her attention. When her languid eyelids drifted open, he jerked her legs apart. She pulled against him with a gasp, probably more as a reflex than anything, but he refused to let her go. With the strength in his arms, he spread her wide, revealing creamy inner thighs and a closely cropped golden bush. Forward motion placed him directly between her legs, knees planted into the mattress, and no chance for her to retreat.
His heart pounded, and not just because she had the most incredible pussy he’d ever seen. Coating those tiny, delicately shaped lips was a wealth of feminine cream, abundant evidence of her own need. Her hips tilted upward as if begging for his touch.
He dragged his gaze from that most vulnerable part of her to meet her eyes once more. He felt like he was drowning in the ocean blue, his breathing labored and his lungs working to gain air. She was nothing like what he’d expected. Yes, she was a pretty princess. Yes, she was Miss Priss. He’d glimpsed both those personas tonight.
But she wasn’t helpless. She wasn’t repressed. She owned her sexuality in a way those prissy sweaters had never hinted at. Courage shone from her in every action, whether defending him with a double-barreled shotgun or opening herself up to her sexual nature.
She was perfect. And he was a goner.
* * *
Through her lowered lids, Tori saw a flash of what looked like panic widen Damon’s dark eyes for a moment, then disappear as he tightened his grip on her ankles. The combination of his hold and the pressure sent a flash of sensation to her core. She arched her hips, unable to stop the movement. Fire raced beneath her skin, igniting the deepest, most intense sexual sensations she ever felt.
She should be embarrassed, spread out before him like this. Scared to be held down and vulnerable beneath a man strong enough to fight off her worst nightmare. Instead she wanted to let go even more, to prove she could meet him wherever he chose to take her.
Releasing her nipples, she skimmed her hands lower on her stomach. The rush of blood to her cheeks was an honest testament to her self-consciousness. She’d never touched herself with her other lovers. Never even thought about it.
Something about Damon broke all her inhibitions and ground them into dust.
With a vague thought about carpe diem, Tori let her fingertips meander to the clipped curls covering her mound. Her nails felt good scratching lightly along the edge, tugging gently on the hair. Her hips lifted as a moan escaped her tight throat.
“Ah, Princess, that’s it. Show me… show me what you like.”
Who could resist that kind of encouragement? She pulled her legs up and out, spreading herself even farther. Her eyes closed tight. Her breath shuttered in her chest. Then she slid her fingers down between the plump lips.
Damon’s groan echoed in her ears as she explored herself. She was wetter than she’d ever been, the heated liquid seeping from her core, then trickling down between the cheeks of her butt. She teased the outer lips of her labia, just like she did when she pleasured herself alone. She quickly moved to the inner lips, tugging the juicy flesh to increase the ache in between. Her hips squirmed against the bed.
But just as one finger moved to circle her entrance, she felt Damon lean over her. Her eyes popped open to find him reaching toward her head. A moment later her pink vibrator appeared in his hand.
“I think I can take it from here,” he said. His tone was teasing, but those brown eyes held unbound confidence and intention.
Crouching back between her thighs, his empty hand lifted one of hers from its resting place. Higher, then higher still, until the fingers were close enough to take them into his mouth. He cleaned them thoroughly with his tongue, then sucked each one before doing the same with the other hand. His unconscious sensuality and obvious enjoyment eased her nervousness.
Though previous lovers had occasionally offered to perform oral sex, she’d often had the feeling they only did it because they had to, as if it were a chore they had to check off before they coul
d get to the good stuff. Damon, on the other hand, didn’t frown or gag at the taste of her, didn’t rush, but lingered over every lick and suck. Her thighs trembled in eager anticipation.
The cool slide of smooth firmness through the heated cleft of her core had Tori sucking in air. Her body responded to the familiar feel of the toy, her mind to the knowledge that Damon wielded it. His pressure was firm but not hard as it glided down between the tiny lips to tease her entrance, then up to bump against her hardened clit. Over and over and over. The little bundle of nerves sang with pleasure, causing her thighs to tighten.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me see you take it.”
Tori vaguely noticed that his Texas drawl had deepened, drawing out the words slow and sweet. But the thought fled as he changed tactics. Now the curving head of the vibrator pressed lower, demanding entry to her body. Her hips curled up, eager for the filling presence. Her hands clenched into the sheet at each side of her rocking hips. He urged the toy deeper until suddenly the head plunged inside.
She cried out. Her body accepted the width it knew so well, but her internal muscles clamped down in a death grip, overexcited by the novelty. He wiggled the shaft, working it deeper until the full six inches rested inside her. She wanted to close her eyes, to be humiliated that he was masturbating her with her own toy, but she couldn’t turn away from his rapt expression as he watched her. The lick of his lips as if he couldn’t wait to taste her. The rapid rise and fall of his chest telling her of his excitement.
Suddenly his gaze flicked up to hers, eyes fevered in the candlelight. “Are you ready?”
Her voice rasped against her throat. “For what?”
His grin was the only answer. Then the toy inside her came alive.
Chapter Six
Tori’s scream filled the room as yet another orgasm contracted her core. She’d lost count of how many she’d had. The first two had come hard and quick, the others slower and sweeter. This one lingered far longer than the others, teased out by the pink vibrator lodged in her channel and Damon’s mouth suckling her clit.
Long moments later Tori gasped, “Damon, please. No. More.”
His chuckle inspired one last spasm before he drew the vibrator out with exquisite care. She struggled to catch her breath. Lifting weighted lids, she watched as he leaned over her for a lingering kiss.
He could have strutted with male pride, could have looked down at her with smug triumph. He’d more than made up for coming early. In fact, he hadn’t had another orgasm since that first. Instead every action held tenderness, every look arousal and satisfaction.
Because she was satisfied.
He turned away, striding toward the doorway before she realized he was leaving. “Damon?”
He glanced back over his shoulder, giving her a titillating view of his broad shoulders, muscled back, and high, tight butt. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m just going to check on the fire and I’ll be right back.”
She knew as he walked out the door that he’d also check the rest of the house, but he would stay inside. She doubted even Damon was tough enough to walk outside, naked, in a snowstorm. As she listened to his movements downstairs, her body melted into the mattress. She drifted, not really sleeping but not completely awake. All thoughts about Bobby Joe were gone, replaced by the man who’d come into her home and treated her like a sex partner, yes, but also as a woman who could stand her own ground, a woman who knew what she wanted, and even a woman who deserved all the pleasure he had to give.
A year of watching Damon’s comings and goings told her he wouldn’t stick around. No matter how special, how cherished he made her feel. And she knew now that the obsession she’d had for him all this time had a great deal to do with the strong, determined man that he was, and everything to do with the woman he let her be.
His leaving was going to hurt, but if the past had taught her anything, it was her ability to endure the hard times, the losses. No matter what happened between them, she would be okay. Eventually.
* * *
Damon took his time rebanking the fire just right, then moved to the window where he’d seen the footprints in the snow outside. Yes, he was naked. And yes, he intended to be seen if there was someone outside watching. But he wasn’t stupid enough to press against the glass in an effort to get the guy’s attention. He simply wanted to appear comfortable enough to be prowling Tori’s house in his undressed state… packing a rod that hadn’t softened in the hour he’d spent enjoying her every response.
He felt like he was in danger of adopting a permanent erection. Oh, he knew the next time he climbed the stairs behind him, he was going to drive more than a vibrator home. But this was one time he wouldn’t be doing it without thinking twice.
Tori was a wet dream come true. And he was so screwed.
He wanted to stay. It wasn’t just that he had to stay until he could get a sheriff out here. Hell, he couldn’t care less about the sociopath stalking them in the middle of a snowstorm, except that it endangered Tori. But he wanted nothing more than to bury them both under the covers upstairs and not surface until he’d spent a week discovering just how far he could push her. How much she would open up to him, let him see the woman she really was, not who everyone expected her to be.
The women he’d picked up since he moved to town knew the score. He chose a particular type, just so they wouldn’t get attached or start expecting things he wasn’t willing to give. He could barely tolerate them being there until morning, much less a whole week in bed. This was different.
And when he went upstairs and made love to her, something was going to change. He knew it without a doubt, the same way instincts had warned him how things were going to play out on army missions.
So in a way, planting his naked ass in front of this window was a sign. A warning to the shithead out there that Tori was his. And a signal to himself that he’d do anything to keep her safe, which was about a hell of a lot more than sex.
A minute more, then he swung away and strode through the rest of the downstairs, carefully double-checking each door and window to make sure they were still locked and not tampered with. All secure. Shivering as gooseflesh spread across his bare skin, he stepped back into the warm living room and climbed the stairs to the waiting, willing woman in the tousled bed.
* * *
Her skin felt as soft as it had each time he’d touched her tonight, but the limbs lay slack against the mattress. She shifted as he crawled over her, her heat seeping into his chilled skin. He let his arms bend, bringing his body down onto hers.
“Oh shit!” Her eyes flashed wide. “You’re cold.”
He grinned down into her startled gaze, the last vestiges of sleep drifting away. “Well, we do have part of the house blocked off.”
Her lips pressed together in a mischievous twist. “I wasn’t talking about your temperature.”
They shared a grin before he pressed forward, sampling her lips once more. Her hands traced his arms up to his shoulders, where her nails lightly scratched along the surface. The pulse in his cock kicked up a notch.
His patience at an end, he knew he couldn’t hold out for long this time, no matter how much he might want to tease her the rest of the night. She would probably be too sore for that anyway. First he would revisit a few choice places.
He sucked with gentle pressure at her neck, reawakening her desire. The gentle curve was sensitive, and she was particularly susceptible to wet, sucking kisses there, especially at the base where it met her collarbone. Even now, exhausted, her hands tightened against his back and her spine arched. God, he needed her more than his next breath.
Each nipple hardened beneath his tongue. He squeezed the plump flesh together, sampling first one, then the other. Her legs split, bending to brace on each side of his hips. His cock eagerly met the flesh of her lower stomach, imprinting his length and breadth on her skin.
Those heavenly whimpers he’d come to love poured out of her throat with gathering speed—half beggin
g, half reward.
His control snapped. Pulling back, he quickly sheathed himself in the condom he’d grabbed from his wallet. Then, spreading her wider, he anointed himself in the juices flowing between her thighs.
He guided himself to her entrance, and watched in fascination as she stretched around his flesh. A particularly sharp whimper was the only thing that could have pulled his gaze from the erotic sight. Tori lay splayed before him, her thighs trembling, breath panting as her hands fisted the sheets at her sides. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, though his voice could barely rise above the strain waiting.
Her throat worked as she panted. “You’re big.”
He glanced back down to where her flesh wrapped tightly around him, only the blunt head inside her. It felt so good. “Shit, Tori. I don’t think I can stop.”
He hadn’t even finished speaking before she shook her head. “Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” The certainty ringing in her voice humbled him, and gave him the very ounce of control he needed to proceed with caution.
“I’ll be careful. I promise.”
She encouraged him with a swivel of her hips. When his eyes finally uncrossed, he thrust gently back and forth into her, easing in inch by torturous inch. She moved with him, her lifted hips granting him access, her clenching internal muscles driving him closer to the edge. Then her body seemed to resist him, slowing his progress to nil.
Instincts took over. No more room for thought. He loomed forward, covering her body with his own. He pressed his thighs under her ass, lifting her to the right angle; then he forced himself into her tight passage without room for quarter, using a touch of power to make her feel him that much more.
Soon, soon. His hips met her thighs. In to the hilt, thank God.