Body Rocks [The Andersons 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Marie Jermy

  “That’s because my perfume is made from those very roses. Your mom’s quite an expert at making perfume, and she gave me a bottle for Christmas. It’s called ‘Roses at Twilight.’”

  “Three cheers for Mom.” He stared at the dress. Catching her consenting nod, he slipped the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, took hold of the bodice, and tugged. Tugged it down, down, down until…Oh, yeah, baby. Gorgeous and a joy to behold in the light of the silvery moon, those wonderful breasts of hers popped out for his eyes to feast upon. He licked his lips at the coral-hued, pebbled nipples. “Baby, you’re beautiful. Can I touch you?”

  * * * *

  Daniel’s request to touch her breasts always made Samantha want to ask for more. He’d never once used his hands or his fingers to stimulate any other parts of her body, specifically the area between her legs. But then again, she hadn’t touched him either. Oh, well, perhaps tonight was the night when things would change.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  Daniel gave her a quick and light kiss on the mouth before lowering his head. His warm mouth enclosed one erect nipple, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. She uttered a soft mewl when his tongue rolled over the tight bud, licking and sucking, while his fingers played with the other one, lightly pinching and caressing it with a feathery rub. She uttered another soft mewl when he switched positions, the cool air teasing her wet nipple before he covered it with the warmth of his hand.

  Samantha arched her back, eager for more, and Daniel was just as eager to give. He pushed her breasts together with his hands and dragged his tongue across each of her nipples. He switched to suckle on her right nipple, and his fingers traveled. Down the dress, toward the hem they went, then under and up, trailing over her knee and up one thigh.

  She tensed and shivered in anticipation when Daniel neared the top of her inner thigh. Oh, tonight was definitely the night that things were going to change. She again shivered in anticipation, but Daniel obviously misread her tension and halted his upward finger trek.

  He gave her erect nipple one last roll with his tongue and straightened. His smile held a teasing quality.

  “Are you a shaver or a waxer?”

  “Am I what?” she asked, bemused.

  “Yeah, you know, your legs. ’Cause if you shave, then you’re better at it than I am. I’m always nicking myself. Not my legs, of course, but under my chin.”

  She laughed and sifted her fingers through his hair before resting them on his solid shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tense.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No. I like your fingers.” She took a large breath and let it out slowly. “I’d like them to go all the way.”

  “You’ve got it, baby.”

  Daniel continued with his journey, moving up, up, closer, closer…And Samantha nearly passed out with excitement when his fingers hooked in the side of her lacy boy shorts and pulled them down her legs and off past her shoes. Her excitement died an instant death the moment she noticed his face. Her underwear dangling from his fingers, Daniel’s expression was one of shock as he stared at them. They were clean, weren’t they? No unpleasant odors?

  She nervously swallowed past the lump in her throat. “What, Daniel? What?”

  He blew out a long breath. “I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”

  “You have? Why?”

  “Boy shorts are my favorite. Especially lacy ones the color of soft turquoise.”

  She laughed as he stuffed her panties into the back pocket of his jeans. His hands immediately went back up under her dress to rest on her thighs. He didn’t move until she nodded her consent. One hand stayed on her thigh, the fingers of his other inched higher to where she knew she was wet for him. She jerked slightly when the tips of his fingers touched the moist curls covering her clit. He paused.

  “No, Daniel, don’t stop. I’m okay.” Smiling, Samantha lightly brushed her lips across Daniel’s. Then in a bold move, she lifted her hips up and shifted closer until she quite literally sat on Daniel’s hand. It wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him touching her. She squirmed against his palm, his calluses exciting her, and a long keening mewl worked its way out from her throat when he pushed one finger up into her.

  Daniel stared deep in her eyes, those glowing amber flecks taking on a hypnotic light. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Not when she wanted him to see how he made her feel. How comfortable she was with him. How she wanted him to make her come.

  “Your pussy’s so wet, baby.”

  He’d uttered the word with such tenderness she didn’t find it vulgar in the least.

  “And so tight,” he said, adding another finger.

  Tight? Could Daniel tell she was a virgin? Samantha didn’t believe so, yet she knew with certainty that the time for revealing her virginity was fast approaching.

  She must have masturbated a zillion times, using two fingers inside and one on her clit, but Daniel’s fingers were in a different league altogether. Perhaps it was because they were larger than hers. Or that they went deeper. They filled her completely, touching parts—sensitive parts—she believed existed but hadn’t found herself.

  With every stroke of his extremely skillful fingering, she felt her body responding. Her breath came out in pants as his fingers moved faster, the squelching sounds making a testament to how wet she was. Then his other hand, the one that was resting on her thigh, moved across and she felt his thumb brushing over her clit. Once. Twice. Three times. Then more times than she could count.

  Samantha spread her legs wider and…Her world shattered. Repeatedly crying out his name, her head lolled back, and she gave in to the sizzling waves of rapture rocking her body.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her orgasm subsided. Daniel withdrew his hands from under the dress and wrapped his arms around her so she near enough melted into him.

  “Oh, baby, that was…” He trailed off, seemingly lost for words.

  Samantha lifted her head from where it was buried in his neck. Mmm, he smelled so good, of the outdoors, bergamot, and peppermint. And now her nose twitched at his delicious aroma mingled with the scent of her juices. “Incredible?” she suggested.

  “Incredible. Amazing. Awesome. Mind-blowing. Yeah, I like that word. Mind-blowing.” He grinned and brushed his lips across hers. “I’d like to do that again. Make you come. Blow your mind.”

  “And I’d like you to do it. I want you to make love to me and make me come again and again. But…”

  “But what, baby?”

  Samantha drew back and bit her lower lip, feeling more than a little nervous as she straightened her dress. The time had arrived. “I’m a virgin.”

  Chapter 7

  Samantha’s admission did three things to Daniel. Stunned him. Turned him on beyond belief. And angered him.

  Stunned him because he couldn’t believe he was going to be the first man to experience her creamy, wet pussy muscles squeezing his cock.

  Turned him on beyond belief because…well, because he couldn’t believe he was going to be the first man to experience her creamy, wet pussy muscles squeezing his cock.

  Angered him because Raven would have taken something as precious as Samantha’s virginity by force. The more he thought about Raven, the more appealing it became to stab the bastard in the balls with his pair of compasses.

  Then a fourth thing came to him, and Daniel swore under his breath. A minute ago, he’d been thinking about sinking his cock into Samantha’s creamy, wet pussy. And doing it on a picnic bench of all places!

  “Daniel? Please don’t be angry with me. I know I should have told you sooner, but I could never find the right time. Or the right words.”

  Daniel shook his head. “Oh, baby, I’m not angry with you,” he said, pulling her back into his arms. “I’m angry at myself.”

  “Why?”

  “To put it bluntly, and I apologize for my language, but I wanted to fuck you, right here, right now
. Actually, to tell you the truth, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you last week. Some of my fantasies about you have been pretty wild.” He smiled at her blush. “I want to make love to you, Sammy, really, I do, but there’s no way I’m gonna do it on a picnic bench. Your first time should be special, and I’m going to do all I can to make it special. In a bed. A nice, big, comfy bed. Like the one in my hotel room. Interested?”

  “Definitely.”

  “Excuse me, but there’s something I’ve just gotta do.” Stepping away from Samantha, Daniel howled at the moon in jubilation, and then cartwheeled his way around the picnic bench. He stopped in front of her and grinned like a fool. He grinned when he refused to give her underwear back. He grinned when she swiped her panties from his back pocket while she chased him around the picnic bench. And he grinned as they walked back to the B and B, stopping for a few minutes so Samantha could gather some night things from home.

  However, as soon as Daniel closed the hotel room door behind him, he lost the grin. Samantha stood before him, her overnight bag held in front of her, looking unsure as to what to do, and soberly reminding him that she was a virgin.

  Christ. A virgin. Sure, he’d been one himself until the age of fifteen, when he’d lost his to a much older but very willing babysitter. Her name had been Julia, and instead of laughing at his clumsiness, she had spent time teaching him how to treat a girl right. But he’d never taken a woman’s virginity himself. Christ.

  Somehow managing to calm the flames of passion that licked his body, Daniel approached Samantha and took the bag from her, tossing it toward the bed. He gave her a reassuring smile as he slipped the straps from her shoulders and pulled the dress down, allowing it to pool in a shimmering puddle at her feet. He bent to remove her shoes and then stood. Those flames licked hotter as his gaze roamed over, save her boy shorts, her naked body.

  The blood roared through his veins, and his mouth suddenly went dry at the thought of her naked body beneath his, her pussy welcoming his cock, giving him her innocence, and then coming for him. He closed his eyes, the mental picture a whole lot better than the thought. He opened them again when he felt her hand touching his arm.

  “Where did you go to?” she asked.

  “Heaven. Which is where I’m now gonna take you. You’re a Leo, right?” He smiled at her puzzled expression when he turned her around. He slowly ran his index fingers down her spine to the crease of her sweet ass, then across the curve of her hips and up to cup her breasts in his hands, gently rolling the coral-hued nipples into tight peaks. He moved closer and planted a soft, moist kiss on her nape. “I’ve heard that Leos like having their backs touched. It’s a real turn-on for them, apparently.”

  “Really? Where did you hear—mmmm.” She sighed when he dragged his tongue down to the small of her back. He blew air over the wet trail as he worked his way back up to her neck, and then covered the area between her shoulder blades with soft, open-mouthed kisses. “Oh, Daniel, that’s so nice.”

  “Nice? Not a turn-on?”

  “Well, yes, that as well.”

  His laugh was muffled against her skin. By the time Daniel had finished kissing and caressing Samantha’s back some twenty minutes later, he knew she wholeheartedly agreed with him when he slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her shorts and found her pussy creamy wet.

  “Can I take your hair down and brush it?”

  Daniel instantly sensed his question had caught Samantha slightly by surprise. He turned her around and fixed his attention on her topknot. Reaching up with his hands, he tugged the tortoiseshell combs free and her hair tumbled to her shoulders, framing her face in a soft wave of chestnut curls.

  “So beautiful. And so soft,” he said, first testing the weight of the tresses in his hand before allowing a section to twirl around and then slip from his fingers. He went over to her overnight bag and located her hairbrush, smiling as he held aloft a soft-turquoise, lacy tank top that obviously matched her boy shorts. “As sexy as this is, and as much as I’d like to see you in it, you won’t be wearing it tonight.”

  Dropping the tank top back into the bag, Daniel beckoned for Samantha to stand in front of the mirrored wardrobe, where, under her attentive gaze, he proceeded to brush her hair until it shimmered and cracked with the same electricity that passed between them every time he caught her eye.

  He placed the brush on top of the nearby chest of drawers and turned her around to face him, feeling decidedly short of air at the depth of desire in her sparkling green eyes. Not to mention rock hard. Her eyes then dropped to his T-shirt. “You want me to take it off?” he asked.

  “Can I do it?”

  “Be my guest.”

  However, Daniel soon regretted Samantha removing his T-shirt. Once she’d pulled it up over his head, her fingers started dancing. And a slow and erotic dance at that. They bopped over his shoulders. They pirouetted over his chest, lingering on his nipples to within a breath of him breaking his pledge and taking her to the floor and making love to her right there and then. And they skipped down his stomach where they lingered even longer on the button fly to his jeans. If he allowed her fingers to go dancing any lower, if she touched him, touched his cock, he would almost certainly cream himself.

  Daniel caught Samantha’s hand when she went to flick the buttons from their enclosures, and raised it to his mouth, where he pressed a soft kiss to the palm. “You’re playing with fire down there,” he warned softly.

  “I just want to turn you on like you’ve turned me on.”

  He groaned loudly when she pressed herself up against him, her beautiful breasts crushed flat on his chest. “Baby, if I get any more turned on, I’m gonna make a mess in my jeans.” He stepped away and kicked his boots off. His socks followed. Then he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sank down next to her. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he kissed her deeply, capturing her soft whimper when he rolled her onto her back and settled his weight on top of her, the long, firm ridge of his cock pressing against her belly.

  After a while, it became a little too painful for his cock to be confined to his jeans. Not wanting to be apart from her for any longer than necessary, Daniel was off the bed, out of his jeans, and back on top of Samantha in less time than it took an Olympic sprinter to run the one hundred meters. His hard cock pressed against her drenched boy shorts, the only barrier between them. He went to kiss her again, but she put her fingers over his mouth.

  “I want to see.”

  “See what?”

  “You know,” she said, casting a shy glance downward.

  He grinned and shifted himself to sit back on his knees so she got a good look at him. He almost protested when he noticed she wasn’t looking at his hard cock but at the white band of skin around his hips. A small smile played on her lips as she trailed her fingers over his hips and thighs, before she took hold of his cock in one hand and lightly trailed the fingers of the other up and down the length of him.

  Knowing with certainty he wouldn’t be able to take that for more than ten seconds, he again caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Like I said, you’re playing with fire.”

  Her sexy pout almost made Daniel let Samantha play with fire. Almost. Removing her hand from around his cock, he leaned over her and dotted moist kisses over her shoulders, working his way down to her breasts. He loved her tits. They were so responsive to his touch. Her hands went to cradle his head, her fingers driving through his hair when he drew one of the tight nipples into his mouth. He laved the bud with his tongue, loving the soft mewls she uttered and the way she arched her back, begging for more.

  He would have gladly given her more and could feast on her breasts forever, but he wanted to taste her hot pussy and pleasure her by giving her an orgasm. He moved from her breasts, dotting kisses down her belly until his head was level with her boy shorts. Then, sliding his hands under her sweet ass, he lifted her and pressed his mouth against the drenched
lace between her thighs, rather liking the way she gasped when his nose butted her clit through the material.

  He hooked his fingers under the shorts’ elastic and inch by inch lowered them until she was exposed to his mouth and tongue. He nudged her back down onto the bed and again butted his nose against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her.

  Her musky scent filled his head. “Is that nice?” Daniel asked, surprised he could get the words past his lust-clogged throat.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, raising her hips so he could drag her shorts all the way down her legs and off.

  Their eyes locked as he repositioned himself between her thighs, and her mouth formed an O when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He gave her a wink. “It’s okay. Relax and enjoy.” He bent his head to tend to what he knew would be right off the pleasure scale for both of them. He cupped her ass with his hands, and she spread her legs wider, unashamedly opening up to him. It made him feel pretty fucking spectacular that she trusted him to allow him to make love to her with his mouth.

  And love her with his mouth he did. He stroked. He sucked. He licked, and he lapped, bringing her to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. He gave her a second respite and then he suckled her clit and drove two fingers into her pussy. On a whimper, she soared over the edge.

  He loved every second of her orgasm, the sound of her whimpers, the way her thighs squeezed tight around his head, and the way her creamy cum flowed on his tongue and around his fingers. He also drove himself nuts by containing a basic need to be inside her.

  Finally, though, Daniel couldn’t take it anymore, the need just too strong. He got up off the bed and removed a condom from the box in his knapsack, rolling it into place as he climbed back between her legs. His cock throbbed for her. Her beautiful features were set with fear.

  “Baby, say the word, and I’ll stop.”