Careful not to hurt him, she let him push and pull her head, his hips joining the rhythm they’d set. In and out, deeper each time, she paused, a little afraid to gag. She’d never taken a man as big as Kyran in her mouth, much less down her throat.
“Fuck, Anna,” he groaned. “Don’t do anything you’re not good with, you get me?”
And she did. With a little help from his hands, she relaxed her jaw, breathing deep through the nose, taking him deeper than she’d ever tried before. His cock filled her mouth, she felt like a love goddess.
“Look at me, Anna.” Lifting her eyes, she saw that he’d bowed his head, his gaze intent on his wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She took and took, gave and gave, sucked, licked, took some more. Silken and wet and hard as steel, he was delicious.
She wanted him so badly right then she creamed her jeans. Like he knew what she wanted, he caught her by the shoulders, lifted her up and jerked her pants to her feet.
Without a word, he turned her about, then reached into his pocket. “Bend over that chair. Hold on,” he told her, his voice so hoarse she barely heard.
She obeyed at the sound of foil being torn open. The empty package dropped to the floor. Half a second later, her ass in the air as she bent there waiting, his cock was covered and he came up behind her, real close. At last he was pushing inside her, feeling thick, amazingly good.
Her labia flexed, her clit pulsed. Kyran thrust another inch, going slow when she’d have thought he would push hard. The slowness made her start to come as inch by incredible inch he breached her vaginal walls, splitting her, yet fitting exactly right, exactly the way she needed him. Feminine juices sluiced out of her, covering his cock and easing the smooth, sure glide of his penetration.
“Kyran, hmm, god, I’m coming,” she cried out. Her muscles clenched, the tension deep in her center pulling taut, tighter, higher, rippling from her belly outward and up to her heart.
“It’s okay, come for me.” He stilled, seated as far as she could take.
Anna felt stretched, feminine and full with Kyran’s cock, the ache and rebuilding tension an inescapable pleasure that captivated her. Feeling raw and sexy, she pushed back into him, squeezing her muscles against his slow, deliberate withdraw, bracing her thighs for his solid thrust back inside. Kyran’s hands fell to her waist, their bodies were clothed except for where they were joined, their jeans scraped, their flesh slapped.
It was noisy, wet and so fucking wonderful she thought she’d fly apart. “Damn it, you’re like a liquid inferno, hot, tight as a fucking glove and so wet. I can feel it against my balls, down deep,” he murmured, but she understood.
Each thrust and withdrawal became slower, purposeful. He wanted her to feel everything he had and he had quite a lot for her to take. She loved being taken as if she mattered to him. That she wasn’t just an easy fuck.
“Ohmigod,” she cried out, closing in on another orgasm.
Her whole being shook with the sudden force of his thrusts and she gave it right back. She wasn’t afraid to take some of the pleasure, to take it all. Driving her toward the end, he curved his hand around her middle, tucking his hand between their joined bodies.
There, he brushed his thumb against her clit, scraping the knot with his blunt nail on each deep thrust. The sensations grabbed hard inside her pussy, her muscles clenching, grasping, desperate to let go. Soaring higher, she crested. Her orgasm was so powerful her legs gave out, but Kyran caught her before she embarrassed herself.
He grunted low in his throat, making certain she was okay, then took her right back to the stratosphere.
“Hell yeah, coming,” he shouted, sounding like a grizzly bear. His hips surged, the pulsing of his cock telling her he was almost done. For one crazy moment she wondered what it would be like to feel his hot ejaculate filling her. She knew they couldn’t do that, but maybe someday…maybe. If they stayed together beyond tonight, maybe they would fuck without a condom.
As suddenly as the sex began, they slowed. Kyran’s arms came around her, how, she didn’t know. He moved, pulling out to wrap something in a bar napkin and toss it in the trash. He’d removed his condom. She was lifted and turned and then her head was on his big shoulder. He held her like that, his muscled arms trembling, his lungs pumping every bit as hard as hers.
“Go to dinner with me tomorrow night,” he said against her ear and she trembled again, this time because she wanted tomorrow night too.
“I want that more than you know,” she whispered.
“Don’t end this in the morning.” Still holding her, he carried her to the huge lounge chair, sitting down and taking her with him. It couldn’t have been easy for him, she wasn’t exactly tiny. But he didn’t complain and she liked being pampered.
“Kyran, you’re going to break my heart if I’m not careful,” she admitted. That scared her the most, more than her age and his youth.
“I’ll do my best not to, love,” he said, kissing her temple. Sweet, he was so good to her.
He probably meant it. But part of her feared that come morning he was going to see her, flaws and all.
Wait. He’d said love, not sugar. Just like that, she fell hook, line and sinker.
“Oh god,” she said. “You’re everything a woman could want. I do want you, Kyran Black. But it’s not like you’re some Joe Schmoe.”
“Think we covered this already,” he replied. “Go on a date with me. Let’s see where we end up.”
She’d end up with a broken heart. To him, she raised her head, finding him utterly gorgeous. “More than likely, we’ll end up in bed again.”
“Damn right,” he promised. “Let me spend the rest of the night making love to you. If you’re not convinced that I’m your guy by morning, I won’t pressure you.”
“You’d walk away?”
“Didn’t say that,” he answered. “I’m a healthy guy, Anna. But going at a woman three times within two hours? That doesn’t happen often, not really. That says something.”
“You’re good at sex, Kyran. It’s little wonder as to how we’ve done this much already.”
“No, we’re good together.” Tucking his hand behind her nape, he pulled her close, kissed her lips softly. The barest touch sent shivers of delight to her toes, a monarch taking flight in her belly.
“If you get bored, and you might, you’ll leave.”
“Stop right there, Anna James.” Gently, he tugged her down, letting her rest against his broad, hard-bodied chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay until you decide differently.”
His gentleness was her undoing and she gave in to being held, the simplicity of it exactly what she needed after what they’d just done. Her tummy chose that moment to growl, making her giggle. It roared again, so loudly she knew he heard it.
“Guess I should feed my woman,” he laughed softly, helping her up to lead her back to the bar. “Sit at the bar, drink your soda. I’ll be right back.”
A man of his word, he buttoned his jeans part way and walked to the kitchen. At the bar, Anna rearranged her clothes. Staring into the mirror, she saw that Kyran had somehow managed to comb her hair into long, flowing curls. No longer frizzy to her estimation, it was pretty, the strawberry blonde color shining.
Jeez, she was glowing. No way, forty-year-old women didn’t glow. That was sweat.
He came up behind her, placing a platter of chicken, paper plates and napkins on the bar. “Here, let me help,” she offered, taking the plates. She set two places. “You prefer white or dark meat?”
“Breast man, myself,” he answered, climbing onto a bar chair, a wicked grin on his face. He grabbed up his soda, took a long drink and swallowed. Even that was so sexy her womb did the crazy little flip-flop of a mini-orgasm.
Jeez, she was becoming a sex queen. And she loved it, for the moment. “Dark meat here, it’s juicier,” she said.
Anna placed chicken on their plates, certain to give him a breast and a leg for her.
One nibble and
she groaned. “Oh god, Kyran, this is good.”
“You’re hungry. It’s fried chicken, real easy.”
“Umm, no, there’s something different in your batter,” she said, loving the slight bite of spices.
“It’s Southern with a hint of dill, family recipe,” he shared.
“You have a big family?” she asked after swallowing a bite.
He took a huge bite of meat, but his other hand went to his right knee. “Two brothers and a sister, she’s the youngest,” he answered. “Mom and Dad are both fine, living down in Florida after Katrina. What about you?”
“My parents are great, very supportive. Coincidentally, they just retired in Naples. My brother and sister work in Maryland. Your family is Cajun?” He had a Southern accent, although it wasn’t as thick as she’d expect for a true Cajun.
“Not born and reared, no. Originally from South Carolina ’til my dad got a job managing a hotel in the French Quarter. We moved to New Orleans when I was thirteen.” Kyran’s tone dropped, deliberately saying New Owalins in that sexy way Dennis Quaid had in the movie The Big Easy. He was trying to tease, but Anna spied the way he massaged his knee.
“Kyran, you okay?” She stopped eating, bending toward him.
“A little sore, comes with the territory,” he admitted.
“Maybe we should take it easy for a bit? Give us both a chance to rest?” she suggested.
“Not real sure I can keep my hands off you that long.” He smiled, taking another bite. “Are you feeling all right?”
She shifted, unable to hide a slight wince. She was sore. He had to see her reaction.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Anna, don’t hide from me.”
“Truth?”
“Only,” he replied.
“I’m thinking I’m as sore as your knee is,” she answered. “Tell you anything?”
“Sure does, we both need a soak in the whirlpool bath.”
Blushing, but loving the idea, Anna picked up her drumstick. “If you mean the bathtub upstairs, that’s kick ass.”
“You’re going to love it, just watch the language. Virgin ears and all that,” he teased, finishing up his first piece of chicken only to grab another. He gave it to her, then he took a thigh and set it on his plate.
“Tonight proves neither of us are virgins.” She grinned, accepting another chicken leg.
“It’s a good thing ‘cause I plan to get you into bed real soon.”
“Bath first?”
“Without a doubt, love,” he promised, giving her a playful wink.
Heart leaping like a jackrabbit, Anna finished up the last of her chicken. When they were both finished and satisfied, they each drained their glasses. Neither one said anything about the dishes as Kyran led her back up to his loft and bathroom.
He turned on the twin faucets in the bathroom. Water gushed into the tub. He shucked his jeans. Anna followed. Her jersey was removed with a little help from her star QB. Next thing she knew, he brought her real close and kissed her real long and slow.
Kyran stepped back, searched his vanity. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking for a spare toothbrush,” he said.
A little self-conscious then, she took his gift and brushed her teeth. He moved in beside her and did the same. It was so nice and easy, something Anna could get used too.
More and more inclined to stay for as long as Kyran wanted, she joined him in the tub. It was heaven, sublime, exactly what her muscles needed after the workout they’d done.
Neither said much as they eased down into the water, they didn’t need to. They’d found common ground by sharing a likeness for cooking, football and even aches and pains. He didn’t seem thirty anymore, he seemed like a man who’d been blitzed hard and needed to relax tired muscles.
Chapter Nine
Anna loved Kyran’s bathtub. It was simply awesome and big enough that they could both recline.
Southern gentleman that he was, he placed himself behind her back to give her a muscled cushion, doing nothing more than holding her. He must really need the massaging heat of the whirlpool. She would have felt guilty if she weren’t sore herself. What they’d done so far was a joint effort and more was yet to come.
The hot water did wonders for her soreness. But while the water was great, it wasn’t wise to hang out in a hot tub longer than fifteen or twenty minutes. When they were a little pruned, he turned off the jets, gave her some soap and they scrubbed themselves all clean. Once they were rinsed off, he helped her out.
A towel warming rack sat next to the tub. “Feel this, Anna,” he said, taking one towel to wrap around her.
Insulated warmth cuddled her like a blanket, the towel so big she felt petite. Kyran grabbed the hems, parted them and stepped in, wrapping them inside the same huge towel to dry them both. Between his heat and the towel, her body was all toasty and safe.
Amazed that he could be so kind, she took initiative and kissed him soundly. A few seconds later, he groaned, drawing back. “Bedtime, you game for that?”
“Yes,” she said.
Still wrapped together, he backed her slowly out of the bathroom into the master bedroom. Anna was finally going to check out that bed!
“Climb on in, I’ll be right there,” he promised, pushing her toward the bed but keeping the towel.
Naked, Anna turned down the dark green duvet and soft burgundy sheets, climbing up and into the king-sized bed. “This is like a throne,” she called out to him, hearing him rummaging in the bathroom.
“You like it?” Returning in all his naked glory, a small box in hand, she was shocked to see he was semi-hard already.
“Let’s see. Kyran Black, a huge bed, soft sheets, no feathers, yeah, I like it.”
“Ah, not into feather beds?” he asked, joining her on the bed without using the steps leading up to it.
“No, they make me itch and they poke at inappropriate times like little needles.”
“True, but it’s a bitch to get sheets that fit this bed right. The damn corners like to spring off if I don’t sleep well.”
“Fucking will do that too,” she teased, winking at him.
“Make no mistake, I love fucking you. I intend to many times, all kinds of ways,” he said, resting against the headboard. “But right now, Anna James, I’d like to make love to you.”
They were both mature adults who recognized the difference between lovemaking and fucking. She absolutely loved what they’d done so far, heck yes, she did. But this time she wanted him to make love to her. If he did, there was no way she’d be able to see tonight as a one-night stand.
All that had happened tonight was real. Maybe it was safe to let go and believe there’d be a tomorrow night, and a day after that. She could so fall in love with him. Fact was she was more than halfway there. She’d gone off the deep end.
She hoped he’d be there to keep her safe for a long time to come, despite the quickness of their relationship.
“Yes, I would like that,” she agreed, grinning.
“Then come here,” he lured, crooking his finger at her.
Anna gave him her hand. He tightened his fingers, bringing her up against him. Leaning back as he was, he looked so comfortable and relaxed. He pulled her in, kissed her softly. He kept kissing her, seducing her mouth, just her mouth.
His hands framed her face. His fingers caressed, his thumbs swept her jaw. Taking his time, he peppered kisses over her face, down her chin, finding the sensitive spot on her neck between her pulse and collarbone. Dragging her until she straddled his hips, he kept her right there, his big erection fitting between her pussy lips but not breaching her.
Welcoming the change, Anna sighed, leaned in and kissed him right back. Clever hands caressed her, sweeping over her back, rib cage, never rushing a thing. This was making love. A melding of mind and body in the way they began to move and rock with each other, their bodies finding an ancient rhythm while they kissed and touched. She touched him, he tou
ched her.
Kyran was all hard, sculpted muscle, soft skin and slightly hairy legs and arms. His shoulder-length hair tangled with hers, but they didn’t stop. He smelled like soap and bathwater, tasted like spearmint toothpaste.
They continued kissing. Touched in a way she’d never shared with another man. She felt alive, feminine, relaxed yet aroused. Her pussy was dripping wet with the waiting, but she made no move to take him inside. He knew. Her labia rubbed his veined shaft, bare at the moment.
How she wanted to take his big cock without a condom! She could gobble it right up he was that beautiful to her. She already had with her mouth, had felt powerful bringing him close to climax. The thought of taking him into her pussy, of feeling all that satiny steel hardness was enough to make a grown woman climax. She almost did.
Kyran shifted her to his side, draping her in such a way that her left leg remained over his hips, opening her. He surprised her then. He didn’t look away from her face or rush to finger her. His green eyes were intense, focused on her pleasure. With practiced skill, his hand captured her left breast, the other played with the right.
His fingers scissoring, he played with her tight, erect nipples. Closing his thumb and index finger on one sensitive nub, he pulled gently, pushed, caressed. She got lost in the sensations, as one by one, he tore down her fears about her age and broken hearts.
Granted they didn’t know each other all that well, but they’d felt a connection the first time they’d met at tryouts. She’d resisted, but ultimately went out with him. Why else would they have talked for hours in that coffee shop, with Kyran paying the barista to keep the place open just for them. They’d felt right together, odd though it seemed. She’d been scared because it was so easy being with him. She’d been herself, honest, loved the motorcycle, enjoyed hearing him talk as he’d enjoyed listening to her.
His hand descended to her pussy, silencing thoughts of what happened before tonight. They had now and she was taking it.
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