His tongue pushed in and out of my mouth, forcing me to take it, and I clung to him hard. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and his other hand cupped my ass, dragging me forward as he lifted my feet from the floor. I could feel the impression of his hardening cock against my clit and I grinded against him.
Aching and overwrought with emotions, I needed this man.
He groaned.
Damn, how his heavy vibrations from his chest rumbled against me, igniting the heat in my nipples.
I gasped when the cold counter kissed my thighs.
Sloane’s lips moved from my mouth, to lay kisses along my cheeks. When the tip of his tongue traced a path of one of my tears, I became all gooey inside.
That was the only way I could think about the melting feeling of my core as I sat there on my clean counter and allowed the overwhelming man to soothe my emotions.
“Better?” His eyes were dark, intense like the troubled Atlantic sea in a storm and his voice was husky with need.
The same need I was feeling. “No.” I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the fierce pounding of his heart.
A scowl appeared on his face. Not out of misunderstanding of my words, but more like he was wrestling with his own internal thoughts.
“What do you want, Gabrielle? What would make you feel better?”
“You.” That was the only word I could think of to answer both questions. I wanted like I’d never wanted before. I wanted hope that there could be passion in my life. I wanted to know that a man could desire me. I wanted to dream again about happily-ever-afters and being part of a couple that grew old together as they watched over their grandkids.
Not that I believed this one night with this man would end that way but he would be a start. “Make love to me, Sloane.”
He didn’t move. His hands rested on the counter beside me and he stared down into my face. “Sweetheart, if you’re looking for the soft, quiet and mild kind of loving…I’m not the man for that. Not right now I’m not. If you weren’t aware, I’m hard for you.”
I lowered my gaze to his mouth, not because of his words, but the power of the moment was too much to take in.
“Look at me?”
Lifting my gaze, I met his.
“I don’t want you to misunderstand what I am saying. It’s not because I just see you as some woman I can get my rocks off with. But I desire you to the point I’m going out of my mind and I want… No, I need to take you to erotic bedlam with me.”
I laughed. Literally, bubbles of joy and excitement burst inside of me and I couldn’t hold back.
Not offended by my reaction, he winked at me. “If you want that too, beautiful, take off your shirt.”
Beautiful. I loved hearing him call me that. I wondered how he’d feel when he saw the stretch marks on my stomach. I may have been a lot smaller now than I was even before I had my son, but there were certain things that just never went away. Since Michael and I always had sex in the darkness of our bedroom, he hadn’t even seen me fully naked.
Not the way Sloane was about to in the bright light of my kitchen.
“You want to take this upstairs?” I tried to be seductive, as I ran my hands over his wide shoulders.
“Later.” Reaching out, he grabbed the hem of my tank top and lifted. “I told you I wasn’t looking for the conventional.”
Before my next breath I was topless, perched on the counter with my ample breasts spilling over the cups of my black Bettina Lace Push-up Bra.
“Damn, sweetheart, you just keep getting better.” His gaze was hot and bright at he took in my revealed upper body.
My cheeks felt warm, I knew I was half a compliment away from doing one of those silly school girl things like blushing. “Thanks.”
He winked at me then kissed me.
His hands were on me again, stroking my skin. Every one of his touches seemed to blaze a trail directly to my clit. I was throbbing with every beat of my heart, especially my sex. I squirmed around on the counter unable to keep still.
Sloane placed a hand on one of my thighs, squeezing and gliding up.
Yes, my body whispered. I knew where his touch could lead and I wanted to feel him there.
His kisses rained down over my chin to my breasts. He licked over the swells, so close to my nipples, I whimpered.
Then both of his palms were on the center of my thighs and he was pushing them open. With the short jean skirt I wore, they only parted so wide, but enough for him to cup my sex.
“Your pussy has soaked your panties.” He rose slightly and rested his lips along the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to taste all that cream covering your pussy.”
Fuck. I started to shake at his words. If he continued to talk such naughtiness in that deep timbre of his I could actually come just from that.
He pressed my clit and I jumped.
“Sensitive.” He stated it as fact.
It was a news flash to me. All the sexually aware years of my life, it had always taken me a moment to get warmed up and going. Even when I masturbated. Reason I had to have toys that vibrated so they would push me to my point quick. Having to care for a child on my own, it didn’t leave me much time for self pleasure.
“I think it’s more you than me,” I confessed.
“Then let’s see how good my skills are.” His fingers breached past the edge of my panties and stroked my bare flesh.
“Smooth and wet, just how I like it.”
There he went again with those damn words. I could feel myself starting to unravel. I wanted to hold back, his touch felt so good I didn’t want it to end.
“Please,” I begged. I was losing my sanity fast.
Gliding up through my slick sex, he circled my clit and I fought against the hem of my skirt. I wanted to open further, feel his touch more.
Seeming to comprehend my frustration, he grabbed one of my legs and raised it until my heel rested on the counter and then the other. It didn’t spread my thighs any further but angled my hips. Then he kissed a hot trail down to my breasts and dipped his tongue in the crease.
The sensation of him licking and caressing me made me weak and powerful at the same time.
When he pressed a finger inside of me, I tilted my head back against the cabinet and moaned. “Yes.”
His finger slid deeper then pulled away. A second thick finger joined the first, working into me.
I cried out and clutched his shoulder.
Then he curved those digits forward in just the right angle as he stroked between my tight cupped breasts with his tongue. He was fucking me, my breasts and sex.
I thrust against his hand as it pumped into my pussy.
The trembling in my core sent fierce electric pulses through my limbs as my orgasm built hard and fast. When his thumb joined in the play, fondling my clit, I climaxed.
Right there on my counter, in my kitchen with my thighs spread like a wanton woman, I was screaming and thrashing and very pleased.
Sloane continued to slide his fingers in and out of me slowly, as if subduing my raging hormones gently.
When my breathing was less of a panting and closer to normal, I opened my eyes. I expected to see a smug expression on his face, having taken me into paradise, but there wasn’t. His gaze was intense, but his features were relaxed as if he’d taken some pleasure in watching me get mine.
I lowered my gaze to his cock.
“Oh, have no doubt, sweetheart, I still want you.”
I smiled at his bold evidence restrained behind his slacks. “I’m glad.”
His shirt was balled tight in my fist and I was shocked it hadn’t been ripped while I was in the throes of ecstasy.
He kissed my lips as he removed his hand from between my thighs. Leaning away slightly, he was too close for me to see anything but his eyes.
But, I could smell the scent of my own sex and knew he lifted his fingers. He slipped them between his lips and sucked, groaning as if he were consuming a delicious treat.
The back of his knuckles brushed my mouth and smeared a little juice onto my lips. Feeling bold, I licked my bottom lip and tasted my own salty, sweet essence.
“You are going to drive me mad.” He kissed me and lifted me from the counter.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, grinding my sex against his hard cock. Letting him know what I wanted.
He squeezed my ass and pressed harder to my pussy.
Just that quick, I was smoking with desire again.
Pulling his mouth away, he said, “Let’s get to a more advantageous space.” He rained kisses over my shoulder as he walked us into the living room.
He allowed me to slide down his body, until my feet were on the floor before he sat down on the couch. “Take off skirt.”
I felt a little odd, and uncomfortable standing there while he was fully dressed still. He’d unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt but nothing else.
“I don’t want to be the only one nude here. Remove your shirt first, please.”
“You got it.” In seconds both his shirt and undershirt were flung over the back of the couch. “Now you.”
I laughed at his bravado.
My heart was racing but I unfastened the metal button of my skirt. But before just shoving it down my legs, I paused. I’d never stripped for a man and I wanted to do this slowly, if not right. Raising my gaze, I kept my focus on his face. I was glad I did when I noticed the heat growing in his gaze as he watched me swaying my hips from side to side. Rocking like a pendulum, I made sure he got a show until my skirt landed at my feet on the carpet.
I stepped away from my clothes and waited.
“Absolutely lovely,” he said as he stared at the matching boy shorts to my bra.
I always liked pretty lingerie, but now I actually felt sexy in it.
Spinning on my heels, I turned so that he could see the back—sheer mesh.
“Your perfect ass is only second to your glorious breasts. Your beautiful face is in a class all by itself.”
I gazed at him over my shoulder. Such pretty, sweet words from a big and imposing man. He made me feel cherished, bodacious and special.
“I’m glad you like.”
“I do.” He leaned forward and took hold of my hips. Brushing his lips over the edge of my panties, he gently guided me around until I was facing him again. Then hooked his thumbs under the delicate material and dragged them down my legs.
I stood there trembling with excitement.
“Part your legs for me.” His voice was strained as if it was a struggle for him to speak.
Stepping one foot out, I widened my stance. My heart fluttered, in anticipation of what was about to happen. Something my late husband refused to perform. Before I could question him, Sloane pulled me forward and placed his mouth on my sex. Not shy or timid about it, he fused his mouth to my sex and sucked. Drawing me between his lips then pressing his tongue over my clit.
The bold sweep shook my soul.
Pulling away, he gazed up at me with a wicked smile on his face. “You may want to hold on, sweetheart.” He grabbed the back of one of my knees and placed it up over his shoulder, spreading me wider than I had been on the counter.
“Oh, gracious.” That was all I could think to say as I clutched at the back of his head to keep my balance when his other hand on my ass shifted and his thumb slid into my sex from behind.
He chuckled, but started his oral play again. His deft tongue was sliding and circling across nerves I had never touched and places I hadn’t even located yet. Oh, hell it felt so good.
I rotated my hips, following the lead he set. I was chasing the high of his skill craving the elixir of an orgasm. I knew the highs this man could carry me and I wanted it more than the next heartbeat.
He kept pushing as he slipped that thick, sinful thumb back and fondled the puckered rosette of my ass. Wet with my cream, he caressed the opening.
He’s not?
I struggled to catch my breath. His mouth was still working along my slit.
Then I felt the pressure, as his thumb breached the opening.
“Wait!” I was panting and clutching his hair. Oral sex may have been something I desired, but anal play was something I hadn’t even considered. No matter how much Marisa swore by it.
I stared down at him.
Sloane didn’t draw away or stop his oral seduction. He glanced up at me and brushed the tender fold under the hood of my clit.
I trembled and his thumb went a little deeper.
A slow lick across the tip of my clit.
I shivered and further the thumb went. There was a burning pressured feeling and I wasn’t sure if I could take more.
The he circled right and caught the left corner of my clit once, twice and by the third time, I was moaning and thrusting against his mouth and his thick thumb was buried in my ass.
Sloane was pushing and pulling out of my tight, sensitive walls stroking those nerves while his tongue flicked my clit rapidly.
At the brink of my second orgasm I didn’t care what iniquitous act he was performing. I just didn’t want him to stop.
It feels so good. My whimpers became breathless cries and those cries broke into whimpers again. Then the sun and moon must have collided because everything around me whited-out and pleasure exploded inside of me.
I was whizzing and trembling as I opened my eyes. I didn’t even recall falling or being lowered, but I found myself held in Sloane’s lap against his solid chest.
“Welcome back,” he whispered, those green eyes bright as he smiled. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra.
I slipped it off and tossed it away. “Cocky bastard,” I moaned as he palmed one of my breasts and flicked the nipple.
“I told you I’m just sure of my ski—”
I cupped his head, brought his mouth to mine and kissed him.
He kissed me back and I tasted the blend of wine, him and me and drank deep.
We were both panting when he pulled back. “I don’t know if you know this, but most school teachers don’t travel with condoms on them.”
“Not even sexy as hell kindergarten teachers?”
“Especially not those.” He caressed the side of my face with the backs of his knuckles. “It would have been presumptuous of me to pick them up at the grocery store and I would never have disrespected the precious invitation you gave me in that way.”
I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I understood what he was telling me. This was as far as it would go tonight without protection. His respect for me made me care even deeper for him. “One second.”
Looking at him I saw the resigned expression on his face but he didn’t say anything.
Getting up, I walked to the table beside the wall that led to the kitchen and picked up my purse. I unzipped the inside pocket and removed the two condoms Marisa had given me two months ago when we went to a bar/restaurant for happy hour. However, she and I got caught up in our own conversation and fun. We didn’t pay the men trying to give us the eye any attention.
Turning, I held up the items and smiled at him.
He chuckled. “A modern woman. I love it.”
“This about caps my moderness.” I strolled back to him.
“Works for me.” He waved me closer when I stopped at the side of the couch.
“Good.” Feeling confident and in charge, I shook my head. “First you strip for me.”
Nodding, he stood. Taking hold of his belt buckle, he began to rotate his hips, punctuating every movement. His pants fastening were next as he stared at me and smiled.
There went his shoes and socks. He stepped to me and did a few grinding moves that had me fanning myself before he retreated.
I had to admit the man had serious moves. “Please don’t tell me that you had to take up a part-time as a stripper.”
The bark of laughter from him filled the room. “No. When you play football around a bunch of brothers you learn some moves that will keep you looking less like a fool on the dance floor
.”
“You learned well.”
“Happy I could impress you.” He shoved his pants and underwear down his legs and stepped away from them then kicked them clear of my path to him as he beckoned me with a finger.
Moving slowly, I took in the fullness of all his sculpted muscles, I could see how he would have been an opponent to reckon with on the field. I was unable to stop the thought of being grateful he’d chosen differently. If not, this moment may never have happened.
A foot away, I allowed my gaze to rest on his long, thick, hard cock. Trepidation echoed in my core, but that wasn’t enough to stop me from wanting Sloane buried deep inside me.
He sat down on the couch with his knees wide. “Have you finished looking your fill?”
“No,” I teased.
Reaching out, he pulled me down to him and kissed me.
Laughing, I wiggled away. Dropping one condom on the coffee table, I held up the other. “May I have the honor?”
He waved a hand toward his cock, permitting me.
Lowering myself to my knees between his spread legs, I opened the wrapper and pulled out the condom. His cock appeared bold and imposing, but prepared to conquer it, I took it in hand.
Sloane groaned.
I liked that he enjoyed my touch. Stroking his hard length, I listened to his sighs of pleasure and felt elated that I was the cause, that I was pleasing him after he’d given me so much.
Leaning forward, I claimed his head between my lips, tasting his essence and enjoying the silky steel in my mouth.
“Oh, Gabrielle, as good as it feels we’re going to have to do that later…” he cupped my face and angled it away from him. “I want you too bad.”
“Okay.” Understanding his need, I made quick work of covering him with the condom.
Once that was done, he helped me up until I was straddling his hips. “Ride me, beautiful.”
He held my hips as I took hold of his cock and raised it into prime position.
Gazing up, I stared into his eyes as the head of his shaft kissed the mouth of my pussy. Pushing down, I started taking him in one inch at a time. I rose and fell, using the moisture coating my walls to ease his way.
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