by Nico Rosso
Nude and alone with Ben in the dark. Time and space all around them. Her head felt light and she enjoyed the rush. Her pulse hurried; her fingers throbbed. And her more sensitive areas felt like they could sense the smallest movement of Ben before he touched her.
He placed his hands on her waist and encouraged her to sit, then lie back. The sheets whispered, and the mattress conformed perfectly to her body. He leaned next to her, the smile in his eyes.
“Let’s see if you’re wet by the time I reach your pussy.” His lips followed his words on her ear. The way her breath rushed with just the suggestion, she could almost guarantee she would be. He kissed the front of her throat, then trailed his mouth down between her breasts. His tongue flicked across her nipple, and she moaned. It tightened, and he toyed with it between his teeth. She lost her voice. His hands smoothed down her ribs and slid under her ass. Then his mouth kissed over her heart and down her belly. She pressed her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips for him. Warm breath spread over her mons. He used his shoulder to gently part her legs. “Can you feel it?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her pussy pulsed, hot. Wet. “Find me.”
He moved one of his hands and stroked down the front of her cleft. Her moisture gathered on his finger, and he slipped up and back over her lips. She rocked with him and moaned with him. She bucked when the flat of his thumb rasped on her clit. All the moving pieces that had seemed a jumble within her were falling into place. Ben’s mouth on her pussy wound her into a single blazing sensation.
She arched higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue. The first hum of a climax centered through her. It grew, and she raked her nails over Ben’s shoulders. He quickened his pace and took her breath away. Then he slowed and slid his tongue into her. The orgasm spiraled closer. He licked out of her opening and back to her clit. The release snapped through her, and she came.
Hard waves rocked her. Ben held her hips and kept his mouth against her sex. She ground out more of the pleasure until her muscles gave out. He lowered her to the mattress and kissed the front of her thigh before crawling up next to her. They wound their bodies together, and the last of the climax thumped between her chest and his.
As soon as her voice returned, she urged, “Stand up.”
He raised his eyebrows at the gentle command but still complied. She brought herself to sitting on the edge of the bed and faced him. His body was poised, his cock rigid. She wanted to crash against him but let the moment draw out. This was the pleasure of time.
She rose. “Why don’t you sit in that chair?”
“This one here?” He pointed to a little reading setup in the corner. “Or this one?” A larger armchair loomed on the far side of the bed.
“By the window.” She walked behind him as he sauntered to the larger chair. “I want you to see this.”
Ben eased himself onto the chair. “This is better than the back of a car, right?”
“Much.” She kneeled in front of him. “But we’re resourceful operators. We can adapt to any environment.”
The muscles of his thighs firmed under her hands. She ventured higher, feeling the thick cords that moved him. His eyes blazed, locked on to her. She learned to savor the seconds as they stretched out. Stroking over his stomach. Smoothing her palm across his chest. She relished his quick intake of breath when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Solid and satin. He froze when she kissed the side of his shaft and flicked her tongue over his head.
She drew him into her mouth, and he sighed through clenched teeth. She tasted his musk and his spicy salt. Opening wider, she took him deeper. He pressed up, and she accommodated as much of him as she could. With her mouth and hand, she stroked his length. His body moved with her pace, under her control. His pleasure drove her desire higher. She rubbed the heel of her free hand across one of her nipples, and the bright sensation spread across her skin.
Their pace sped. He thrust farther into her mouth. She could lead him over the edge, but her own needs still raged. She moved her lips from him and looked into his focused face. “I have a condom in my purse.”
“Just one?” he rasped.
“A box,” she admitted.
He smiled like he was ready to devour her. “I have a box in my coat.”
Any trepidation was forgotten in the tingling rush that swept up her legs, across her back and over her chest. She was ready to be devoured. “Get one.”
He sprang from the chair and returned while rolling the condom on. She stood and placed her hands on his shoulders to urge him sitting again. He held her waist and moved her closer. She straddled him with her knees on the seat of the chair. The head of his cock slid along her pussy. She was still wet. More wet. Their eyes locked. They breathed together. She lowered herself onto him.
She sighed, and he growled. Swiveling her hips sank him in. He filled her and their connection spread sweet fire throughout her body. She gripped his shoulders. One of his hands curled around her waist, the other slid up to palm her breast. She ground together with Ben, absorbing the intoxicating sensations. She raised and lowered on his shaft and watched his face grow more intense.
Their speed increased. She leaned into his chest. He enfolded her with his arms. This was what she needed. Complete. Enveloping. Ben surged forward. She thought he might be coming, but instead he stood and carried her with him. He was still inside her as he walked them to the bed. Feeling him move her like that, balanced on his strength, almost had her coming again. She lay back on the mattress and hooked her heels behind his legs.
His thrusts moved her. She burned so bright with pleasure she had to close her eyes. Another climax edged closer. He gripped her thigh to his waist. His other hand spread over her belly and his thumb stroked down over her clit.
“Ah, yes,” she told him. But she knew he already understood. “Yes.” She punctuated the movement of his cock into her. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Faster. A rush of blood and barely enough breath. Harder. She drew him as far in as she could with her legs and let the orgasm take her.
“Yes, Mary.” He didn’t stop and pushed her to white hot. His urgency grew. Muscles tightened. He leaned down and pressed close, coiled his arms around her. The two of them welded together in their heat. A final thrust plunged him inside, and he came.
His body shuddered. The sparks of her own climax still bounced within her. Time slowed again. She basked in each moment. She slicked her hands over the sweat on his back and tasted the salt on his shoulder. Their breath rushed. Her heart pounded, then eased to a normal pace.
Ben rolled them to the sides and separated enough to look into her face. “Such a beautiful woman.” He stroked down her cheek.
Emotion welled in her. She believed him. “Woman?”
He nodded. “Anything you want to be.”
“I want...” She searched. She pushed away the fear of the unknown and ventured past the solitary and distant life she’d been living for too long. “To be here...with you.”
“You are now.” He kissed her. “And I’m going to hold on to you until you tell me to stop.”
They both half leaned on the bed, and she shifted to get more fully on the mattress. Ben helped her onto the bed, then disappeared into the bathroom for a second. He returned without the condom on and slid up next to her. She reached down and dragged the cool sheets up over them.
“I haven’t slept naked in a long time.” Her purse and pistol were on her side of the bed.
His automatic was on the floor at the foot of the bed. He laughed small and thoughtful. “I can’t remember the last time.” He pulled her close.
She rested her head on his shoulder and spread her hand over his chest so she could feel his steady heartbeat. They’d fought wars together. They’d survived and would be called on to do so again. But that clock wasn’t ticking just now.
“Tomorrow?�
� she asked.
Ben whispered a promise, “Tomorrow it’s us.”
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Also available from Nico Rosso
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The Last Night
Heavy Metal Heart
Slam Dance with the Devil
Ménage with the Muse
Countdown to Zero Hour
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About the Author
Nico Rosso discovered the romance genre through his wife, romance author Zoe Archer (aka Eva Leigh). He’s published a wide range of romance stories including some with demon rock stars, a sci-fi space opera, steampunk Westerns and now romantic suspense with the series Black Ops: Automatik. When he isn’t at his desk, he can be found in the workshop, building furniture and other projects for his new home with Zoe in Central California. Check out his website at nicorosso.com, Twitter at Twitter.com/Nico_Rosso and Facebook at Facebook.com/NicoRossoAuthor.
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ISBN-13: 9781459290488
One Minute to Midnight
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