by Fran Lee
“You tell me. Am I different from the other men you’ve been with?”
She drew a languid breath, snuggling against him. “Well, since you’re the only man I’ve ever been with, I have no frame of reference.”
David drew a deep breath. “What?”
“I said, go to the bathroom.”
“No, you said something else.”
“I said I saw it on the Science Channel?”
“No. That other thing you said.”
She lifted her eyes to his face and sighed. “That you’re the only man I’ve ever been with?”
“Yeah. That thing.” He stared incredulously at her flushed face. “It was so fantastic the first time. I thought…”
She rolled over onto her side, facing the wall. “I guess you thought I was pretty damn experienced.”
David rose up, leaning over her and searching her face. “You loved it as much as I did. No bleeding. No awkwardness or shyness.” He frowned, as if unable to believe that his breathtaking lover had been a virgin.
“But then, when I went down-”
“Yeah. I’d never had anyone do that before either.” She bit her lip at the memory of the first time he had used his mouth to make love to her. “But I agree. It was fantastic.” Her voice was muffled in her pillow.
He inhaled deeply and his hand slowly moved over her waist and hip.
She closed her eyes and sighed again. Damn. Now he was going to be all weirded out.
Sam felt him dragging her gently onto her back and she gazed up into his face as he just stared at her. “I’m not surprised you didn’t realize it was my first time.” Her face grew warm. She waited for him to laugh. He didn’t.
“Do you hear me complaining?” His eyes were aglow with warmth that left her breathless. “You were the first woman I’d ever known who could take everything I have and still be able to breathe. To let me do what I wanted to do with you as often as I wanted to do it.” He bent to lick her breast slowly.
“You certainly have a way with words, David, but thank you.”
“For what?”
“For enjoying me as much as I enjoyed you that night. I was terrified that a man would not be able to-” She swallowed, unable to say the rest.
“Oh, I can assure you that this man was definitely able to.”
Tears formed in her eyes and she dashed them away. “When you made love to me that first time, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.”
He brushed the tears away with gentle fingertips and said softly, “Just the first time? I must be losing my touch.”
She laughed and sniffed back the tears. “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve definitely been there a number of times. You can take me to the stars anytime you like, David. I’m a willing passenger.”
He caught her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily then he breathed huskily, “Star Flight Seven taking off on Runway Two.”
Chapter Ten
“So, how’s Barbados?” Phyllis’ voice crackled over the line.
“Rainy. Hot. I already have a nasty burn from swimming only half an hour. The place is overrated.”
“Okay. You love it. You don’t want me to be madly jealous.”
Sam grinned. “It’s sheer heaven. I hate to think that tomorrow we have to fly back home. David has to be in Los Angeles on Monday for a pay-per-view and I have to make arrangements to sublet my apartment for the next few months.”
“Why bother? It’s only gonna be a few months It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
Sam could have bitten her tongue. “I see no reason to let it sit unoccupied. If I can lease it out for five months that will be better than it sitting empty.”
“Honey, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Phyllis was almost psychic when it came to things bothering her. Sam winced.
“No. But I’m not really sure that a live-in relationship that began barely two weeks after meeting a man will be able to last. I just don’t want to keep all my eggs in the same basket. Not rely too much on Murphy’s Law not kicking in.”
“You sound like you worked pretty hard on that line, Sam.” Phyl sounded unconvinced. “But I won’t push. You’ll drop the bomb on me when you feel it’s time. You enjoy the rest of your vacation and I’ll see you in a week.”
Sam hung up slowly. She lay back on the satin comforter that covered the bed they had shared for the past twenty nights and she closed her eyes. David was in the weight room, not wanting to lose his tone during the weeks he was away from the ring. He was used to hard daily workouts and each of his houses had a huge workout area. He usually returned to their room a little after nine a.m. and he always wanted to shower with her.
To be truthful, she was the cleanest woman in Barbados, taking up to three showers a day and always with a man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. But she enjoyed every moment of his constant attention, thrilling to his body as he taught her every possible way to make love.
She was damn thankful she had phoned her doctor and gotten a prescription for birth control pills, because she far preferred having him inside her body au naturelle. The feel of his naked cock filling her was the most exciting thing she’d ever known. And she loved having his very beautiful, very thick, very delicious cock uncloaked by latex. She had grown used to being thoroughly, wonderfully satisfied in that department. She closed her eyes. Having sex at the drop of a hat-or a bra, or satin panties-had become a habit over the past three weeks. The man was completely insatiable. And she was so damn glad.
But in a couple more days, there would be times when he was working and she couldn’t be with him. No more impromptu sex in the hallway, the living room, the bathroom. No more making up for a lifetime of total celibacy. She realized that. The “honeymoon” was about to come to a screeching halt. And she was going to miss it. Desperately.
He was due in LA in just two days. And she would be in Cleveland. She wouldn’t see him until Friday.
He had warned her that by Friday, he would be a raving sex maniac and he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t haul her into the men’s room in the airport and have his way with her. She smiled weakly at that thought. Just a month ago, she would have thought herself to be a regular prude, except in her novels. But she was living the life of a flagrant sybarite. And she adored it.
She shook herself out of her vivid, sexy daydreams and landed firmly on earth again. Cleveland. Yes. Business. Right.
She was going to see to the sublease of her apartment and then she would move into his apartment in Chicago. The FPW was headquartered there and he was there more than anywhere else.
“Damn, Snowball… I wish you were here!” she frowned. This was the first time she’d gone off and left him for any length of time, and she was longing for his soft fur.
David shook his head and grinned at her from the doorway to the bedroom. “You still missing that cat of yours?”
Sam jerked around and shrugged, her face pink. “Well, sure. He’s a great listener. And sometimes he even has great ideas. I think he’s a little jealous that I spend more time with you than I spend petting him now.”
“Is that why he just stares at me?” He smiled as he sauntered into the room, shrugging out of a bright aqua Hawaiian shirt.
“Yep. It’s feline intimidation. If you blink or look away, he wins. If you don’t, he gets pissed off and pees on your T-shirts.”
He snorted softly. “I’ll have to remember to look away. I thought my shirt smelled weird when you left him with your friend.” He dropped his rumpled outer shirt onto the bed.
She grinned at him. “He’ll get to like you more. Try scratching his belly. He’s a sucker for having his belly and back scratched.”
“Me too. You wanna scratch mine?” He moved slowly closer, peeling his sweat-damp white T-shirt over his head to toss it into the open suitcase.
“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.” His smile was wicked as he bent to kiss her
slowly. Oh, the man knew how to kiss.
After a couple of minutes, she drew away and turned him forcibly away from her and before he could say a word, she was running her nails slowly over his back and he was hissing with intense pleasure. “Oh yeah. Lower and over to the right. Oh man. That’s the spot.”
“You need a shower.” She sniffed. Most men smelled terrible after a workout. David smelled as sexy as hell. Hot. Spicy. Musky.
“I know but I like getting my back scratched too.”
“Your back looks like you just had sex with a wildcat.” She grinned at the stripes her nails were leaving on his skin.
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“You’re easy to please.”
“Am I?”
“Umm-hmm.”
“And what would please you right now?”
“Well, you go get that shower and I’ll let you know.”
“I have to be fresh and clean for you to enjoy it?” he asked.
“I’m afraid so. It’s our last night here and I sort of wanted it to be special.”
“Every night with you is special.”
“That was incredibly sweet of you to say.”
David turned to face her, dragging her gently into his arms and bending to kiss her slowly. When he lifted his head and smiled down at her, he whispered huskily, “Do I have to shower alone?”
“When was the last time you showered alone, David?” Her eyes were glowing with amusement.
“You can’t shower with all those clothes on.” His hands slid under the edge of her peasant blouse and she bit her lip as he dragged it up over her head and tossed it onto the bed.
“Have I ever showered with all my clothes on?”
“I can help you get undressed. Wanna help me with my sweats?”
She smiled and reached to tug the tie at his damp waist. Her fingertips slowly slipped down the front of his sweatpants to tease the growing ridge that never failed to entice her.
“You are a horny, horny man.” Her hand slid inside to cup and circle him and he shuddered.
“And you love it when I’m a horny, horny man.” He bent his mouth to hers and kissed her, his tongue slipping slowly over her smiling lips.
“Mmmm. Oh yes, I do love it.” She slid slowly to her knees and dragged his sweats down to his ankles and smiled widely at the sight of his bobbing, thick cock just inches from her face.
David caught his breath as she untied his Nikes and dragged them off, then tossed his pants atop the growing pile on the bed. But when her slender, wonderful hands cupped his balls and his cock, he had to put his hands on her shoulders to keep from sagging to his knees. Her lips caressed the sensitive ridge around the tip, then her tongue licked away the drop of moisture that had gathered and he almost lost it. He bit his lip and groaned as she took him into her mouth and sucked, hard.
“Sam.” His mind whirled and his body trembled as his woman devoured him. He jerked as her tongue swirled around him and her teeth nipped and scraped until he was so fucking hot he couldn’t even breathe. “You’re killing me!”
Sam seemed instinctively to know he was close to coming and she drew back, rose from her knees and took his hand, leading him into the bathroom. She dropped the rest of her clothes on the floor and shoved him against the back wall of the tiles shower stall, then she climbed up his body and wrapped her legs about him hungrily. “I want you.” Her voice was a whisper of need.
“You’ve got me,” he growled as he took her lips and drove himself into her wet body, supporting her buttocks with strong hands as he held her in the perfect position to stroke hard, over and over. Filling her, stroking deep, burying himself again and again and hearing her little gasps and adorable cries as she thrilled to every touch, every thrust, every long, thick inch of him inside her. Yeah, she had him.
And when he felt her come hard, her body clenching tightly around his cock, he fought his own climax, wanting more of her-wanting never to stop this feeling that tore at his guts and heated his blood.
The deliciously warm water cascaded over their bodies as he pressed her shoulders back into the smooth tiles of the shower. She was so going to miss this oversized shower-and the many marvelous orgasms she had received in it from a man who seemed as insatiable for her as she was for him.
David was now on his knees, her legs hooked over his massive shoulders as she clung to his thick black hair and bit her lip with delight. He was the most breathtaking lover she could have ever imagined. And the man had a tongue that he could bronze and sell patented copies of!
He loved giving her oral sex-and she sooo loved receiving it. She bit her lip as he growled with pleasure. God, he knew exactly what to do, the sounds to make, to drive her mad. He stroked her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling and sucking as she whimpered and arched and gave herself up to a particularly intense climax. As he lowered her feet back to the shower floor, she pulled him up to kiss him and reach for his stiff cock, before she slid down his body to sweetly return the favor.
David closed his eyes and bit his lip hard to keep from shouting out his delight as her sweet mouth slid over his swollen, aching cock. He had never known a woman who was so willing to go down on him, to suck him in and drain him like a starving tigress. Women often only did this for men to placate them but his Sam seemed to enjoy the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth as well as inside her body. And that knowledge made him so fucking horny. She wasn’t shy at all when he wanted to taste her body thoroughly with his own mouth. He had just spent the most amazing three weeks of his life, unable to think straight whenever she was within reach.
She was the most sensuous, satisfying sex partner he had ever known. She had virtually ruined him for any other woman. And he didn’t give a damn.
* * * * *
The flight back to Cleveland was long and tedious, especially when David flew west after the plane change in Indianapolis. His flight would be landing in LA about the same time hers had touched down. She picked up the fluff ball from Phyllis then took a taxi to her apartment and aired it out as she packed up her things and let Snowball wander about the place, finding his long-lost catnip mouse and his squeaky toy and dropping them onto the bed next to her open suitcase. He rolled on his back and begged to play.
“Okay, sweetie. I’ve been ignoring you and I’m sorry. You want your tummy rubbed, love?” The cat purred loudly as she ran her fingertips through the long, soft hair on his vibrating chest. She sank down on the bed and closed her eyes just for a few minutes…
She woke up to the sound of the phone ringing.
As she sat up and rubbed her eyes, she glanced at her watch and reached for the phone with a yawn. “Hello?”
“It’s one a.m. in Cleveland. Are you alone?”
She smiled and flopped back onto the bed. “No. I have a handsome man next to me.” She grinned at the cat, who was sleeping rolled up in a ball next to her.
“If he gets white hair on my side of the bed, he’s in deep shit,” he growled.
“Miss me?”
“No. Just called to let you know I just finished up a hot orgy with all five of the divas and a dozen of their friends.”
“And were they utterly fabulous?” Her eyes closed at the sound of his voice. He had the most erotic effect on her.
“A couple of them were okay but not one of them can hold a candle to you.”
She laughed softly. “I was wondering how your match went. I don’t have pay-per-view on my cable here and besides, I’ve been out like a light since I got back to the apartment. Too many late nights when the man of my dreams is around.”
“Catch up on your sleep. You’re gonna need all you can get. Wrestling makes me horny as hell.”
“I’m missing a pair of those terribly sexy undies you made me buy in Barbados.”
“Hmm. You mean these?”
Sam blushed. “Are you wearing them?”
“My ass is way too big to be wearing your undies. Does that answer your question?”
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nbsp; “You aren’t doing anything kinky with my undies, are you?” she grinned.
“Well, let’s just say that they are infinitely sexier than the palm of my hand.”
“David!”
“Brutal honesty. I did warn you.”
“Can’t you even wait a week? You are one spoiled man.”
“If I waited the week, you would be too sore to walk for a long, long time.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Fly out to LA. This is the damn pits.” His voice was a low growl.
“Don’t be such a boob. You can handle this. Enjoy my panties.”
* * * * *
David groaned and hung up, flopping back against the pillows and staring at her lace and satin underwear. Just the sound of her voice made him so fucking hot, he thought he’d explode. He closed his eyes and touched the filmy bit of material to his lips, and then he grinned slowly as he decided that it might damn well be worth a try.
He slid the decadent satin over his fevered skin and bit his lower lip. Yeah. That felt damn nice. He stroked the satin scrap over his stiff cock and thought of her body sliding down over him so lushly. He tightened his grip and began to stroke his shaft a bit harder and faster, his mind conjuring the thought of a redheaded seductress riding his cock. He arched his hips up to his hand, swearing savagely that he had sunk to this pathetically unsatisfactory method of getting his rocks off.
“Dammit, Sam,” his voice rasped as he jerked in a spasm of pure erotic pleasure and came so damn hard his eyes rolled back in his head. And as he sank back into the pillows, he panted raggedly and mentally promised his little temptress that he was not going off and leaving her alone again. He grimaced as he stared at the handful of lace and satin that was still clutched around his cock. Next time, he’d be peeling them off her sweet little ass and burying himself inside that incredibly sexy body…
He groaned as he hardened once more and began to stroke fiercely again. This was the fucking pits!
* * * * *
It had been fairly simple to find a bonded agent who would lease the apartment for a nominal management fee monthly and she’d had her stuff professionally packed and put into storage with a five-month advance payment. Phyllis helped her load her luggage into the taxi and waved her off at the airport. As the flight lifted off, she felt as if her old life was ending and a whole new life was beginning.