“Sorry,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ll behave.”
“I don’t want you to behave.”
Her shadowed form crossed the room—an inky black shape on a dark gray background. He trailed after her, his eager cock pointing the way.
“Stay back,” she warned as she crawled up onto the bed and disappeared from sight when her figure blended into the bedding.
“How can I touch you if I stay back?”
“Tell me where your hands would be if you were touching me, Jacob.”
“First, I’d want your breasts in my hands.”
The mattress creaked slightly as she shifted on his bed. And why wasn’t he on it with her?
“They’re cool to the touch,” she said. “Would you massage them to warm them up?”
“Are you touching them now?”
“Just holding them.”
“Squeeze them.”
“Yes.”
Damn, he wished he could see that, but he could imagine what she’d look like: her golden-brown hair tousled in waves against her suntanned shoulders and the red satin pillowcase; her lids heavy, partially closed over her green-flecked hazel eyes as she gazed at him; her back arched, breasts thrust forward, soft hands cupping them, red-tipped fingers digging into the soft globes.
Wow. Apparently he was a visual lover even when he couldn’t see a damned thing.
“I’d rub your nipples gently with my thumbs until they were so hard you’d beg me to suck them.”
There was a slight rustle of the bedding, and she produced a sensual purr that grabbed him by the balls and demanded he take everything he wanted from her.
“I can imagine your tongue flicking over a tip,” she said, “before you suck it into your hot, wet mouth.”
He could imagine that too. And he was wondering why he was standing at the end of the bed with a hard-on while they discussed such delights rather than actually acting on his desires.
“I’d slide one hand down your smooth belly,” he said. “Slow. Gentle. Drawing goose bumps to the surface.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “God, you have the sexiest voice. Do you have any idea what it does to me?”
He grinned, silently thanking the universe for the gift he’d been given. “Are you quivering, Amanda?”
“A little. I’d be quivering more if it were your hand instead of my own teasing my skin. Touching me. Stroking. Mmm. Feels good.”
It occurred to him that she was testing his resolve. He wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be stretched so far beyond his limit that he’d devour her, but she was quickly working him up to such a state.
“Slowly I’d move my hand closer to that sweet pussy between your thighs.”
“Mmm.”
“Closer.”
“Yes, Jacob.”
He loved when she called his name. His real name. Most of his lovers called him Shade.
“But I wouldn’t touch it,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Please.”
“I’d brush the backs of my fingers against the curve of your hip. Light touches. Slow and easy to make you squirm. Then I’d jerk your thighs apart and—”
He heard a sound much too wet to be her stroking her hip. He smirked at her apparent haste. “Amanda, are you cheating?”
“Why don’t you turn on the light and find out?”
He almost tripped over the jeans circling his ankles in his haste to find the light switch. He kicked them aside impatiently and turned on the light. When his eyes adjusted to the glare, he found her in a position that far surpassed what he’d been imagining.
She had one breast gripped in her hand, her painted fingertips twisting desperately at her pebbled nipple. Her other hand was between her splayed legs. Her panties had vanished, so no imagination was required on his part. He could see exactly what she was doing to herself. Her ring finger and middle finger worked her slick pussy, delving deep and stretching herself in wide arcs. Her little finger popped in and out of her ass. Her thumb massaged her clit in desperate, rapid strokes. She rocked her hips into her hand and lifted her head from the bed as her body shuddered with pleasure.
Jacob stood at the end of the bed—mouth dry, balls tight, feet rooted to the floor—and watched her stunning performance.
“This is what I wanted to record for you while I waited in your bed,” she said, gasping as her pinkie finger slid deeper. “I was going to send you a dirty video on your phone to keep you company on your plane ride.”
He didn’t look at her face, couldn’t draw his gaze from the sight of her manicured fingers disappearing and reappearing as she plunged them in and out of her pussy. What was it that was so sexy about a woman’s fingers pleasing a pussy? Her own or another woman’s, he was absolutely riveted by the sight.
“I prefer live performances,” he mumbled, surprised he could form a coherent sentence.
Amanda’s thighs began to shake. Was she going to come? He glanced up to her face for cues and found her staring at him.
“How long do I have to keep this up before you take over?” she asked.
He grinned. “You seem to be doing fine on your own.”
“I think you can do better.”
He glanced down between her thighs again and found that she’d moved her hand. Her fingers were no longer buried inside her, they were spreading her lips, holding them open so he could see the emptiness at their center. Her gorgeous pussy begged to be filled with him. He crawled up the bed slowly, forcing his gaze to lock with hers rather than fixating on the parts of her that demanded his attention. He moved over her until he was suspended above her body on hands and knees, then he lowered his hips and brushed the head of his cock against her mound. She squirmed and when he didn’t move—merely stared down into her eyes—she took his cock in her hand and rubbed its sensitive head against her. Pleasure teased his nerve endings as she used his tip to stimulate her clit.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked breathlessly.
He wished he didn’t have to deal with them, but he hurriedly applied one for her. Now he was in command of her pleasure. Free to take her. Or not.
He stared into her eyes as he rubbed her clit with two fingers, working the hardened nub until her mouth dropped open, her eyes rolled back, and she shuddered with orgasm. He shifted his hips and slowly slid inside her, his breath catching with the pleasure her clenching pussy provided his entire length. He rubbed her clit faster and faster, making her sputter and quake as he filled her with slow deep thrusts.
Jacob’s arm began to shake with fatigue. It was holding his full weight so he could free a hand to work her clit, but at this rate he’d have to give up his plan to stimulate her clit while he fucked her. Hell, if he’d had another free hand he could have used it to finger her ass at the same time. He could probably manage what he envisioned if he fucked her on her knees, but then he wouldn’t be able to stare into her eyes. He wondered how she’d feel about using his sex swing tonight. She’d said she didn’t want the theatrics, that she’d wanted intimacy, but he wanted to please her without doing permanent damage to his body.
“I know you said you wanted intimacy tonight,” he said, totally lost in her eyes.
She reached up and stroked his face. “This is perfect,” she said, a gaspy moan escaping her as his touch on her clit slowed and he rubbed in deep circles. “Exactly what I want.”
“Is the sex swing intimate?” he asked, hoping she’d see that it was. Or maybe she needed another demonstration. He could show her how intimate weightlessness could be.
Amanda’s eyes popped open wide and her breath caught. “How could I have forgotten about the sex swing? Yes, please. Let’s use that.”
He chuckled at her unexpected enthusiasm. The woman was amazing.
Jacob lowered the device from its hidden panel in the ceiling. Amanda shivered as the padded harness descended toward her.
He took his time with her, getting to know her body as he slipped a blac
k strap beneath her back and eased each of her limbs through loops. He trailed kisses between her breasts as he adjusted the length of each strap so that when he tightened the tension, she’d rise from the bed in the exact position he had in mind.
He wasn’t sure how intimate trussing her up in a sex swing could be, but he was doing his best to give her the experience she wanted. He knew if he pleased her, he’d receive more than his share of pleasure in return. He remembered a time when he’d thought that taking what he wanted from a woman was the best way to get his rocks off, but he’d come to realize that the more pleasure he gave, the more he received. Funny how that worked. So while his body demanded he get to fucking, his head reminded him to take it slow, put her needs first, make her want him with the same desperation that he wanted her.
He tugged a strap that popped the overhead tension rod into place, and Amanda was lifted from the bed. She gasped in surprise at the sudden change in position but smiled at him with trust in her amazing hazel eyes as she swayed gently in the swing. She was basically sitting in midair, her legs held wide open by the contraption’s straps. He hoisted her body another foot higher and then knelt between her legs, leaning forward to thrust into her pussy with his eager-to-please tongue.
While teasing her clit with rapids licks, he explored her body with both hands. The swing allowed him to simultaneously massage her breast and grab her ass. When her sighs of pleasure intensified to moans begging for release, Jacob yanked a strap that tilted her into a more upright position and then grabbed her hips to pull her down onto his lap. He sank into her molten pussy, his biceps straining as he stretched the spring suspension at the ceiling to its maximum tension. He shifted his hips forward, finding the perfect tilt to increase the depth of his penetration. God, she felt good.
“Jacob,” she groaned as he ground into her, pushing deeper still.
“I want to be so deep inside you that you forget how to breathe.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she forced them open to look at him. “You’re there.”
He loosened his hold and the swing recoiled, yanking her body away from his until only his tip remained inside of her.
“Oh!” she cried out and looked down between her thighs as if unable to comprehend what had happened.
He used his arms to pull her toward him again, burying himself deeper, deeper, and when her bottom rested firmly against his balls, he released the swing again. This time when she shot away from him, his cock feel free of her body, so he shifted forward on his knees slightly and adjusted the swing, lowering it an inch.
“What are up to?” she asked, a crooked grin on her face.
“Do you like how quick withdraw feels?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Then give me a second to get our positions exactly right so I don’t break my dick.”
She chuckled. “I definitely wouldn’t want that to happen.”
He did another trial run—pulling her down onto him, claiming her so deeply that her breath caught in her throat, and then releasing the tension in the swing to pull out quickly. Tightening his arms, he stopped her recoil a scant inch before his cock fell free of her body.
“You sure you can handle this?” he asked with a teasing grin.
Her soft laugh made his heart thud. “Do your worst, Silverton.”
“My best,” he corrected.
He could fuck a woman fast or he could fuck her deep, but with the swing he could do both simultaneously. He claimed her with a perfect cadence of pull and thrust, release and withdrawal. As he perfected the motion, he increased his tempo. Her breasts bounced with each hard, deep, fast penetration. His mouth watered—he wanted those rosy tips between his lips, against his tongue. But if he shifted to suck her hardened nipples, he’d lose their momentum.
Amanda’s moans had become frantic cries. Her back arched, forcing him to compensate for her shift in position. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his sudden need to come.
Oh God, her pussy was clenching over him so hard, adding a squeezing sensation to the already blissful hot, rapid strokes. If he didn’t pull out soon he was going to lose control, but he didn’t want to deny her the orgasm that was ripping through her body with the force of a hurricane.
“Jacob, Jacob!” she screamed.
Her cum dripped off his balls as her entire body went rigid. He wanted to follow her over the edge, but he wanted more than guaranteed bliss; he wanted their time together to last. He pulled out with a groan of torment and shifted to sit on his heels. He grabbed the harness at her back and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He drew in a deep breath and rammed his tongue inside her as far as he could before tightening the suction around her still-clenching hole and sucking her slick flesh.
Slick, hell. She was fucking gushing.
Amanda cried out, her body shuddering violently at the change in sensation.
Jacob’s balls tightened, and he fought to keep his load from spurting, but he couldn’t stop the pleasure from pulsing through his length. He grabbed his cock, pressing his fingers hard against the thickened ridge along its underside, holding his cum back, refusing to let this be over.
Suddenly unable to find enough air, Jacob released Amanda’s pussy and rested his forehead against her mound, his breath coming in rapid, jagged gasps.
“Oh my God, Jacob,” Amanda said, her body falling limp in the swing. “I’ve never come like that before.”
He grinned, his breathing still harsh and irregular, the cock in his hand still as hard as granite and soon to be ready for round two.
“Was it as intimate as you’d hoped?” he asked.
“Intimate? I came so hard I think I blacked out.”
He kissed the softness between her thighs before lifting his head and looking up into her eyes. “I’ll do better next time.”
“Next time?” She released a weary chuckle. “If you came even half as hard as I did, you won’t be able to get it up for a week.”
“I didn’t come at all.”
She lifted her head to stare at him incredulously. “You didn’t?”
He shook his head.
“Mmm.”
His cock twitched. What was it about that throaty sound that always drew a response from his nether regions?
“Stand up and turn me around,” she said.
“How?”
“I want to suck your cock.”
He didn’t mind taking orders when they benefited him. He stood on the bed and rotated her so that her head was toward him. Her long hair trailed down behind her and brushed his legs as she swayed gently on her back within the swing. Smiling at him, she stripped the condom from his length and tossed it aside. At first, her touches, kisses, and delicate licks were reserved, but apparently something about his soft groans of encouragement made her bolder. He gasped when she drew him into her mouth and took as much of his length as she could into her throat. Her throat constricted as she sucked at him, her glorious hair tickling his thighs rhythmically as she used the sway of the swing to pull him in and out of her mouth. He stroked her breasts and plucked at her nipples as she sucked. The feel of her mouth tugging at his bare skin soon had him again teetering on the edge of release.
She must have tasted his impending orgasm because she suddenly pulled away. “Don’t come yet,” she said. “I want to try something.”
The green flecks in her hazel eyes caught the light. He couldn’t resist leaning forward to kiss her in her upside-down position.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“Can I use the swing in reverse cowgirl?”
“You can use it any way you want.”
He soon found out how imaginative his new lover could be. Smart girls rocked his world. And this one in particular had stolen his heart.
Chapter Four
…plastic, it’s fantastic!
Amanda caught the tail end of that very specific ringtone when she was woken by her blaring cellphone. She accidentally smacked herself in the face when she tried t
o open her eyes. Her lids refused to budge. Why the hell was Tina calling at this ungodly hour? And why did it feel like a log was resting on her belly?
The log shifted and slid up her torso to grasp her breast. She smiled when she realized the log belonged to Jacob. Her phone stopped ringing, and she relaxed back into her pillow. She had no desire to speak to her sister this morning. Not when she had a hot and hunky man at her disposal. Amanda rolled onto her side and trailed a hand over Jacob’s hard-muscled back. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled. Amanda shivered and dragged her fingertips along his hip, the curve of his ass.
Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” blared from her phone again.
Amanda groaned. Ugh! Too early for that annoying, perky shit.
“Are you going to ignore that?” Jacob said, his warm breath teasing the skin along her throat.
“That was my plan,” she said.
Jacob tugged her closer, seeming to agree that ignoring Tina was a great idea. “What time is it?”
“I dunno,” Amanda said, caught by an unexpected yawn. “Five a.m.? Six?”
Jacob lifted his head to peer at the clock next to his bed and stiffened. “It’s almost nine.”
“Nine? Nine! Oh shit, I was supposed to pick up Julie at eight!”
Amanda scrambled from the bed and reached for her phone. It fell silent in her hand. “Tina’s going to be so pissed.”
“We can pick up Julie together,” Jacob said.
Amanda slowly turned in his direction, her eyes burning from being stretched wide. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Why? It’s my weekend to have her. Tina can’t keep her from me.”
“If Tina sees us together, she’ll flip. Have you ever seen her lose her shit? Scary. Very scary.”
Jacob shook his head. Of course he’d seen Tina lose her shit. He’d been married to her once. “You can tell her you picked me up on the way to get Julie.”
“Then she’ll know we talk to each other.”
Jacob grinned crookedly. “We do a lot more than talk to each other.”
“Jacob, Tina cannot find out about us.”
Jacob’s jaw hardened. Avoiding her gaze, he rolled out of bed and reached for the switch that raised the swing into the hidden panel above the bed. God, she loved that swing.
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