by Marie Jermy
“Don’t move,” he instructed. “I’m going to undress you very, very slowly.”
She inhaled and exhaled a fervent breath as he reached around and slowly tugged the zipper down, the soft grating it made a turn-on all in itself. The back of her dress gaped, and, with a small tug, it fell into a velour puddle at her feet. She smiled at the air whooshing from his lungs. Planting her hands on her hips, one leg slightly in front of the other, she struck a sexy pose. “Touch me.”
“Patience,” Scott rasped, his gaze burning hotter with every sweep over the sheer black bra and thong, garter, and lace-top stockings. Before, he’d mourned the loss of boots, but now he inwardly whooped with delight. Those high-heels were cock-blowing sexy.
The bra was front-fastening, so he flicked the clasp, and, not as slowly as Leia sensed he would have liked, her breasts sprang free. Hard and aching, she knew her nipples were a tempting sight. Surely, Scott would touch them. But no such luck. With the slightest of skin contact, he removed the bra, first one strap from her shoulder and then the other. It slipped down her arms and landed in the same puddle as her dress.
Again, and with the same almost nonexistent skin contact, Scott peeled her thong down her legs, and she stepped out of it. Standing there in just her garter, stockings, and high-heels, if ever there was a time she wished she had sight, it was then. She wanted to see the fire burning within Scott’s eyes, not just feel it. She choked back an unexpected sob.
Scott heard. “Leia, honey, what’s wrong?”
Honey? Oh, God, that endearment, his first, along with the hand that had reached up to tenderly cup her face, almost undid her. But she blinked back the tears and composed herself. This wasn’t real. This was an award-winning culminating in blackmail performance. Or was it? She pushed that from her mind before she could analyze it further. “I can’t believe I’ve got you all to myself for the weekend. I’ve waited so long, Scott.”
Say the word, and we’ll leave.
Mention leaving again, and I’ll knee you where it hurts! “Jessica doesn’t love you, but I do.” Saying love actually caused Leia’s heart to beat twice as fast. She never used that word freely, even when involved in a relationship, but at that moment the words came easy. As easy as it would be to fall in love with Scott.
“Let’s not waste time talking about my wife.” It was then that he touched her with one icy finger straight to her heated pussy. Her body jolted as the finger became two and slowly cork-screwed in and out. “Come for me, Leia.”
Gripping his broad shoulders with her hands, and realizing he still wore his tux jacket, Leia leaned forward so her pouting nipples were in his face. “Only if you kiss, lick, and suck on my tits!” she said rather crudely.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Scott laughed at the expression of indignation that crossed her flushed-feeling face. Then, extending his tongue, he circled the right rosy bud and languidly pulled it into his mouth, knowing it would test her patience to the limit.
Her patience be damned, though, because this orgasm wasn’t going to wait. The delicious contrast of his hot mouth on her nipple, particularly when he bit down gently, and the iciness of his cork-screwing fingers had Leia crying out and her juices gushing as she trembled and clamped around him.
Her breathing coming in pants, and her body still trembling, Leia straightened and pulled on his bow-tie until it loosened. “Your turn.” Even as she pulled the tie from his collar and sent it sailing over her shoulder, he was shrugging his jacket off. She found and held his hands still. “Don’t move,” she instructed, using his earlier words, “I’m going to undress you very, very—”
“Slowly?” he interjected with humor to his tone.
“No, quickly. I want you naked, and I want it now.”
Scott laughed. “But you are going to keep my shoes and socks on,” he teased. She thinned her mouth into a pissy line, and his cock near enough broke his zipper as it strained to rise to full attention. “Seriously, Leia, you might want to keep my socks on at least. You know I said my feet are cold.” She ignored him. He shrugged as his jacket joined his tie. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
After dropping to her knees to deftly unlace and remove his shoes, his thick socks, too, and yes, his feet were cold but so freaking what, Leia stood, planted both hands on his chest, and shoved him back against the bed. Her fingers made nimble work of his fly. She smiled at his very audible sigh of relief as she dragged his tux pants along with his boxers over his hips and down and off his legs.
She nudged his legs apart with her knee and went straight to the male heart of him. Running her fingers through the springy mass of hair, she cupped his heavy balls in one hand while her other went to the long, rigid shaft of his cock. A shudder ran through him. She circled the plump-feeling crown with her thumb and then smoothed her hand down the warm satiny shaft, delighting in the way it flexed and pulsed beneath her palm.
A feral groan sounded deep in his throat. “Oh, Leia, have mercy on me.”
“Come for me, Scott,” she said again, using his earlier words.
“Only if you let me eat you.”
A sliver of excitement went straight to her pussy. Scott’s hot, wicked mouth on her? Licking her out? Tasting her? “Where do you want me?” she asked eagerly.
“Sitting over me. Your thighs either side of my shoulders.”
Hmm. What was Scott thinking? He’d blanked his mind. But then Leia suddenly knew. All of her body positions, either standing before him, bent over him, and now to sit on him, in some form or another must have shielded her body from the cameras. His protector side was honorable, and she did admire it, but they had to put on a steamy show.
Leia ignored what Scott wanted and lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread wide and invitingly. Smiling at his low utterance of approval of her completely waxed mound, she then frowned when his body settled over hers, and she realized she’d forgotten to remove his shirt.
“What’s with the frown?” he murmured softly in her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.
“You’re not naked.” Is there a camera above us? she silently added, arching up as his tongue traced a slow and sensuous path down her neck.
“Neither are you.” And yes there is.
Then stop shielding me.
I’m not.
Yes, you are!
The next breath, Scott rolled over on to his back, taking Leia with him. His cold hands covered her ass, but she let it go. Toeing off her high heels, she sat and straddled his waist, the tip of that long, rigid cock teasing her hot pussy. Her fingers found the top button of his shirt.
She almost missed it, but as she freed the last button and pulled the material apart, Scott let out a shaky breath that had nothing to do with how turned on he was. She didn’t know why, but something told her to protect him.
After wrestling the shirt from his arms, she leaned right over him, shielding him. His colds hands on her waist were sure and steady. A smattering of soft hair teased her fingertips, and his skin was hot as she smoothed her hands up his arms, his biceps bulging and flexing, his broad shoulders rock hard. At the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of his throat, she slowly mapped the equally rock hard and hairless chest.
Oh, my, Scott had the physique of a titan. Powerful, unyielding… What the…?! Five jagged grooves ran from just above his left nipple across and down to the bottom of his rib cage. Her fingertips faintly traced them. Nails? No, claws. Leia unerringly locked eyes with Scott.
Not here. Not now.
His telepathic steel-edged tone was enough to curb her questions. She gave a perceptible nod, and then her lips parted in a wicked smile. “Let’s eat each other.”
“Turn around, wench!”
She laughed and shifted herself into the sixty-nine position. His broad shoulders spread her thighs wide. She’d never felt this exposed before, vulnerable even. However, she knew she was totally safe in Scott’s hands, which were now sliding up her stocking-clad legs, teasing, tickli
ng, stroking, cupping her buttocks, and nudging her lower.
She shivered and then burst into flames when Scott’s wicked mouth blew warm air over her slick pussy lips, his hot tongue extending to gently part them. His wild groan vibrated against her flesh and, squeezing her buttocks, he angled his head and pressed his lips on her, his tongue now spearing her entrance to mimic a French kiss.
Leia leaned forward to take Scott’s cock into her mouth but couldn’t focus on “eating” him. Not when his tongue had started tracing a figure eight around her clit. Was there no end to this man’s talents? She began to pant when the figure eights were joined by two icy fingers slowly plunging in and out.
“Does that feel good?”
Good? It was freaking sensational! Her hands slipped either side of his muscular thighs to grip the sheets, and she trembled as the contractions in her pussy tightened, pushing her higher and higher towards perpetual bliss. “Oh, Scott!” she cried, “I’m coming!”
“Come on, Leia, honey, come in my mouth.”
There was that endearment again.
Leia couldn’t do anything but come in Scott’s mouth. Quickly withdrawing his fingers, he cupped her ass with both hands, holding her steady as she gushed, her cries reaching fever pitch as he drank in her orgasm. More figure eights created further pleasurable waves, and she came as equally hard again.
Finally, finally, Scott released his grip and helped her to lay on him, facing him. “You taste as sweet as you smell,” he said, running his hands down her spine to cup her ass.
Her come on his lips as he brushed them against hers aroused and excited her. She wanted him. Now. Obviously wanting the same, he rolled them over, quickly removed her garter and stockings, and then tucked her beneath him. Something she was not happy with. Now was not the time for the missionary position.
He must have sensed her exasperation because he rolled off, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her to her knees. He was gone for a brief second, and then he was in front of her, and she heard a crinkling sound. “Is that a condom?”
“Yep.” Don’t argue with me. It’s my responsibility to protect you. And I’m not talking about condoms. “Do you want to put this on? No, second thoughts, I’ll do it.” He laughed at her pout that had nothing to do with being denied the act of putting on a condom, an act she was quite capable of, and rolled the latex down his throbbing cock. “Turn around. I love your ass.”
Once she did as he requested, his cold hands smoothed over her ass, stroking, massaging, followed by tender kisses from his hot mouth. Then he straightened and shifted forward so his thighs rested against the back of hers. The plump head of his cock nudged between her buttock cheeks. Over her shoulder, Leia unerringly locked eyes with him. “Um, Scott, you don’t want to do, you know, er, anal?”
“Why, do you want to?”
“No. I’ve never wanted to experience that. It’s not exactly my cup of tea.”
“Or my coffee. Leia, I may touch your ass, even kiss it, but I will never do that.”
She let out a relieved breath just as he entered her slick pussy in one smooth stroke. His movements were measured and as tender as his foreplay. Either he was holding onto a thin thread of control, or at some point he’d decided this meant more than sex to him.
Leia knew Scott cared, the many times he’d asked if she was still happy to help him with the case proof to that. However, she now began to wonder, suspect even, that the case was the last thing on Scott’s mind. Were his “honey” endearments an indication that he’d made the next step and was actually making love to her?
Aching, simmering heat began to build. His cold hands resting on her hips now a delicious contrast to the hot slide of his cock. Then one of his hands moved around, and his fingers gently strummed her clit.
“Oh, honey,” he breathed, “you’re turning me inside out.”
She felt exactly the same way. However, deciding to ignore that “honey” and definitely not wanting to dwell upon the fact that she may have already lost her heart to him, Leia bucked her hips backward. A deep primal groan sounding, Scott surged forward and buried himself to the hilt.
He began to thrust in earnest, faster, harder, his heavy balls slapping her slick, quivering flesh, his fingers pinching and rubbing her clit. The sensations of her fourth impending orgasm coiling ever tighter, ready to explode, she cried, “Please, Scott, please, make me come!”
Even as she begged for release, she flew apart in a billion different directions. The intense waves still smashing through her body, Scott thrust once, twice, three times, then stilled and, on a roar, she felt his own orgasm pumping from him, his seed pooling hot in the end of the condom.
Sucking in air, her heart hammering, her senses askew, Leia collapsed facedown on the bed, feeling a little bereft at the loss of Scott’s powerful and smoldering presence when he got off the bed to presumably dispose of the condom.
However, it wasn’t long before he returned and collapsed by her side, his breath heavy in her ear, one strong arm gathering her closer. “And there was me thinking that using a condom would make me last.”
Leia managed a laugh and wriggled a hand beneath Scott’s pelvis. Oh. My. God. He was still hard! Renewed desire sparked within her pussy, and her nipples tingled with anticipation of being given more attention. She rolled away from him and, half-on half-off, proceeded to search around the curves of the bed for his tux pants.
“What are you looking for?”
“Condoms.” An icy hand clamped around her ankle. Dragging her back to his side, he pressed a square packet into her hand. Leia’s smile was sinfully wicked as she, and with minimal contact, expertly sheathed him. “Let’s see how long you last this time.”
* * * *
Dressed in a T-shirt and boxers, Scott knelt between Leia’s parted legs. The bedroom curtains were open, and he watched the sunlight through the top half of the stained-glass window throw a rainbow of colors across her delicate features as she slept.
His chest tightened as he allowed the familiar intense emotions to spread through him. She was one beautiful woman who’d opened the door to his heart, and he’d slammed it shut behind her and turned the key, locking her safely inside. If he did let her out, he would be a schmuck.
She was also an absolute wildcat between the sheets. Suffice to say they’d used the five remaining condoms. And if that hadn’t been enough, during the second part of their marathon sex session, they had tired of the bed and so had progressed into the living area, where he’d spread her across the dining table and feasted on her until his tongue ached. No doubt the camera positioned above had captured what he hadn’t seen, only heard, felt, and tasted—the pure ecstasy spread across Leia’s face.
The happy thud of his heart became heavy. Leia’s blindness had never bothered him, it made her into who she was—a strong-minded, independent woman who lived and enjoyed life to its fullest no matter what crap it threw at her. Still, the night before, when he’d felt her regret that she couldn’t see him, it made him ache for the impossible.
He was a director of the Federation for fuck’s sake, but for all the power that role held, he couldn’t restore her sight. Nobody could. Not even a vampire.
Scott shook himself out of his chagrined gloom. Plucking a plump strawberry from the bowl of fruit he’d ordered along with the other breakfast offerings from room service, he bit the fruit in half and then trailed it up her left inner thigh. His tongue followed to lap up the sweet juices.
Leia instantly jarred awake, her lovely brown yet blank and unresponsive eyes locking on his. “Scott?”
“Well, I’d be worried if you thought it was Archie,” he drawled softly.
Her bee-stung lips hitched at the corners. “Where is he?”
“He’s fine. He’s watching TV and eating breakfast. He pawed at one of those cans you brought with you, so I gave him that.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Why, eating my breakfast.” Were they being watched?
Whether they were or not, Scott decided enough was enough. From now on, he would obscure Leia’s body from the cameras by any means possible. One hand to brace himself, he moved his body up over hers and waved the strawberry under her nose. “Do you know what this is?”
“That’s easy, Scott, it’s a strawberry.”
“Very good. From?” he asked, teasing her.
“If they weren’t out of season, I’d say Kent in England. They grow the best strawberries in the world. The next best are from California. I’m sure the hotel is using those as they can be transported and served within hours of picking.”
“Well, that serves me right for yanking your chain,” Scott grumbled, shaking his head. Then with a wolfish grin, he placed the half-eaten strawberry between her breasts and slid it down over her flat belly, lower still over her waxed mound, between her pussy lips, and gently nudged it inside her.
Still on his knees and covering her breasts with his palms, his tongue followed the same path, slowly licking and swirling over the berry-coated lines, her soft moans increasing in strength as he finally reached his destination. Momentarily baring her breasts to use his thumbs, he gently peeled her lips apart to unveil her sweet clit, already glistening and beaded with arousal. He touched it with the tip of his tongue.
Her whole body jerked, and her hands grabbed his head, twisting and tangling his hair through her fingers. “Patience, honey,” he lightly scolded. Her snort was extremely unladylike. The scent of her cum from the previous nights’ activities and her arousal now were anything but unladylike. It was feminine, musky, and honey-sweet and drove him to drive her out of her mind.
Palming her breasts again, Scott licked and nibbled and sucked and traced figure eights on her clit. She cried, she panted, she squirmed, wiggled, and wriggled, lifted her pelvis up, spread her legs wider, and completely offered herself to him. He took. And she burst into his mouth. It was only then that he sucked the cum-coated strawberry from her and ate it.