“I’ll stroke your arms, the bend of your elbows, and hold you down when you wriggle too much. I know you like that,” he smiled. “Don’t you baby?”
She said nothing, wouldn’t respond out of stubbornness he knew, but her panting breaths, the faint tremor he discerned in her body, the rapid tattoo of pulse at her neck, these signs were as clear and bright as neon.
“Each slender finger will receive the caress of my mouth. Then I’ll lick lines down each long leg and lave the backs of your knees. I’ll pull the tension from your toes and press against the arches of your feet until you feel the pleasure pulse between your legs. And only when you’re throbbing and running wet will I kiss you where you want my mouth the most. And I’ll keep kissing there until you scream out my name.”
Chapter seven
Cass listened attentively, her body creaming as he’d foretold as Lee told her in explicit detail what he planned to do to her. He’d never acted like this before, and it was making her so hot she felt like the top of her head was going to blow off from the steam.
Whatever had gotten into him since he’d been in the accident, she hoped it didn’t fade. He’d never been sexier or more appealing. The idea that she’d almost broken up with him made her sick. Or it would have if hot, thought scattering curls of pleasure had not followed his lips across her body. It was like he was heating her from the inside out, first with words, then with his actions.
Her heart was beating hard, the blood flowing through her body so quickly a light sweat had broken out over her skin. She felt like she’d just had a run, but she wasn’t winded. She’d never felt so relaxed, or so horny. She lay pliant as he pleasured her. She squirmed as he kissed the inside of her thighs, licking softly until the rhythm echoed at her core, just as he promised. His breath whispered over her pussy as he turned to gift the other thigh with his tongue and the gentle sucking motion of his mouth.
She groaned, her head tossing restlessly on the pillow. She wanted to order him to eat her, to kiss her clit the way he had her lips earlier at the dinner table. To lick her until her heart ran away inside her chest, and she couldn’t breathe for the pleasure, but she couldn’t say a word. Her vocal chords seemed locked to everything but sounds, movements, wordless pleas for more.
“Ahhh!” she gasped when he began to massage her feet. She felt the pleasure right where he said she would. Her neck and back arched, breasts trembling as he stretched her legs open wider with a smooth stroke on the inside of both. “Please,” she begged.
“What, my dear? Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his deep voice a wicked rasp amidst panting gasps and rustling sheets. He forced both legs back suddenly, opening her crudely as he rose on his knees and looked down at the wet gift that awaited him.
She whimpered, desperate to animate her limbs. She wanted to grab him, to pull him down between her legs so she could feel his weight as he came into her body. She wanted him to fuck her, and to do it hard so she’d feel it the next day and remember. But she couldn’t move. Her arms and legs seemed to have liquefied; she felt heavy and slow.
Cass was helpless before him, and he knew it. It was like he had willed it so. He seemed to want her loose, as open as she could be to the pleasure he would give her. It was like he had no choice, and for the umpteenth time since the accident she thanked God for the changes he’d brought into this aspect of her life.
She’d planned to break up with Lee before the accident. To get him healthy, get things on track in his life, and after a little time had passed, let him go. Now the thought of not having him in her life – she clutched him to her almost fearfully.
As if sensing that something had pulled her full attention away, he whispered, “Look at me,” and she opened her eyes to a wicked smile. “Watch,” he told her as his head lowered.
She couldn’t look away, could only gasp ecstatically as he licked her nether bits from back to front. He was thorough, his rough, wonderful tongue not missing a spot as he bathed her with heat and sensation. When he finally pulled her clit between his lips and began to suck, Cass sobbed in relief, tears leaking from her eyes as he alternated between rapidly flicking his tongue and sucking so hard and slow she thought she would go out of her mind. He took her right to the edge not once, not twice but three times before he let her body take over. She came crying his name, tears leaking from her eyes; she was practically insensible, trembling, her entire core clenching with the strength of her pleasure.
“I, I, God,” she whispered, her voice thick and shaky. “Lee,” she said laughing.
The pleasure had been so intense, for a wild moment she wasn’t sure she would make it. Her toes had actually curled. Sex had never been like that for her, never, and she stared at him, smiling when he sucked gently on her inner thighs before moving up her body.
He came inside her then, and she sighed in relief as he slowly slipped in to fill the ache he’d made. He fucked her mouth explicitly with his tongue in the exact same way his cock penetrated her body, and each firm thrust shook her inside, around the heart. Her breasts bounced with each swing of his hips, and the lovely pressure of his big body on top of hers pushed the breath from her lungs in rhythmic grunts. When it came a few minutes later, the next orgasm was so plush and sweet her lips quivered, and he kissed away another tear.
She moaned in triumph when Lee began to shake above her, the deep pulse of his seed inside her felt like a reward from the long, strong body shivering beneath her hands.
He would have rolled off her to spare her his weight, but she resisted. She wanted him crush her into the bed. She wanted to imprint herself on him, and she lifted wobbly legs around his waist to squeeze him tight.
He grunted, a pleased male noise when her sleek inner muscles clenched his softening cock in time with her legs. He rooted sleepily beneath her ear, sucking gently on her ear lobe before he rolled off, pulled her on top of him and went to sleep.
They left the next day. And when he took her hand to hold in his lap on the plane, she could tell that something between them had changed. She trusted him more, seemed even to love him more. She certainly loved him differently. Why she was prepared to worry about later. For now she would assume it was an afterglow of the wonderful sex they’d shared last night and again this morning.
She even jerked him off on the plane, covering his lap with a magazine while she stroked him into a quietly gasping mess right under everyone’s sleeping nose. He would have pulled her out of her seat and onto his lap, but she just laughed at him, her dark eyes making wicked promises that he knew she would keep once they were back on terra firma.
******
“Where’s my dog?” Cass asked, the minute she walked in her door.
There was a sharp, deep bark, then a sleek black streak launched itself at her.
She laughed happily, staggering under nearly 85 pounds worth of jet black German shepherd.
Lee watched as the creature’s tail wagged madly. He smiled at a beautiful older woman who’d appeared, and she smiled back and inclined her head. This was Cass’ mother, Melini. She was a lovely older version of her daughter, though at least six inches shorter and quite slender.
“Hello, momma,” Eyoen said, recalling his hosts usual greeting, and kissed her cheek.
“Lee, you grow more handsome every time I see you.”
“Thank you, my lady. I was just about to say the same thing to you.”
Lini laughed, charmed, and her eyes returned to her daughter who was now rolling on the floor with the dog cooing, “Hey, stinky boodie. I missed my Bullet!”
“He was starting to pine,” she said as Cass got to her feet, one hand still stroking the dog’s head, its tail thumping Lee’s leg rhythmically.
“He knows I always come back,” Cass said easily, kissing her mother’s cheek. “How are you?”
“Good, daughter. You look good.”
“You staying?”
Lini shook her head. “I have an engagement.”
Cass shrugged. �
��Thanks for watching Bullet.” It was the same thing she said every time. “Come for breakfast this week.”
Lini nodded and with a last wave took her leave.
Bullet was sniffing around Lee’s legs now, and Rierdane panicked.
“Get away from it, sire!”
Eyoen laughed in his head. Don’t be silly, he told his servant. It’s not dangerous. The dog is just reacquainting itself with me. He reached out a hand, and Bullet sniffed it curiously then gave it a lick before he allowed himself to be stroked.
Cass watched as the dog flopped onto his back and bared his belly for a brisk, thorough rub.
“Look at that,” she said. “He’s mellowing in his old age.” Eyoen petted the animal thoroughly, and the dog followed them down the hall. “He doesn’t usually let you touch him.”
Eyoen’s step faltered. Uh oh. The dog obviously sensed that he was different. He forced himself to relax. It wasn’t like the dog could share what he knew.
In the living room Cass was examining the contents of a shopping bag. She began to hum happily as she extracted several plastic wrapped packages.
“What have you got there?”
“I asked momma to get me some cream colored drapes so I could switch things up in here. I’ve had these up forever.” She gestured to the pale green curtains that currently hung at the windows. “Ooh! These are nice.”
The thick, lined drapes had a subtle sheen. He thought they would look very elegant at the windows. They made a nice foil against the dark, hardwood flooring.
Eyoen picked up another plastic package. It was a gold curtain rod with large cut glass balls on the edges. Seeing Cass get into the curtains he opened the rod and spread out the various pieces.
He needed a tool. He searched his memories and asked Cass for a screwdriver.
She laughed. “How ‘bout a hand drill?”
He smiled and nodded, wondering what she found so funny. He couldn’t remember a similar situation, so he assumed there was no memory attached to this sort of activity.
He was right and he was wrong. Cass came back with a step stool and handed him a sleek zippered toolkit. Then she sat on the couch to watch.
Eyoen moved slower than he normally would have because of the stiffness in his leg, but in less than 15 minutes he had the old rod down and had replaced its brackets with the new ones. He adjusted it then removed the new rod and sat down next to her. He examined the picture on the package and reached for the curtains in her lap. He turned them this way and that and after examining the seams began to thread them over the rod. A few minutes later they hung at the windows and he was grinning at her, pleased with his efforts.
“It looks alright?”
“Perfect,” she told him, audibly impressed. “You didn’t even need a ruler or a pencil to measure things. When did you get so handy? I usually have to wait for Boyd.”
He frowned. He didn’t seem like much of a mate.
“You had some talents, sire.” Rierdane said diplomatically. “Electronics, for instance. You installed the system in the cabinet.”
Eyoen turned to look.
“You wanna hear some music?” Cass asked, misunderstanding.
“No, my dear,” he said. I seem rather dim, Rierdane.
His servant sighed. “Not dim, exactly. More, um.” The servant’s voice trailed away.
I couldn’t manage basic tools?
Rierdane kept silent, but Eyoen could practically see his servant’s helpless shrug.
“You tired after the flight?”
He shook his head, wondering if he could woo her into bed for a few hours.
“I asked my mom to pick up these bookshelves I ordered. You wanna help me put them together?”
Eyoen nodded eagerly. He never got to do this sort of labor on his star. The servants acted mortally offended if he tried to do anything for himself, and he let them have their way because he felt bad denying them what they wanted. Now, he felt the need to redeem himself. He’d scanned his borrowed memories, and it was glaringly obvious he hadn’t been much help to her.
“Cool,” Cass said, and they held hands as they walked to the office.
He kissed her fingers, basking in her happiness. It took so little to please her.
“Maybe we should wait for Boyd,” she said. “I forgot they’d be heavy. You’re still not 100 percent.”
“Nonsense,” he said, scowling. He ripped open the box and lifted out 100 pounds of ebony colored wood shelving.
Ordinarily this would have been like lifting a flower to him, but he had to hide a wince as his battered human body protested the activity. He had a feeling Cass knew it too, for she insisted on doing some of the lifting, which made him frown ferociously. She ignored him.
Despite this he enjoyed assembling the pieces. It was like putting together a puzzle, and they worked well together. He especially adored her proud grin as they stood back and admired the completed shelves.
“Can you believe I’ve lived here for three years, and I’m just now getting my damn books out of these crates?” she asked as they put the books in place.
“Well,” he said slowly. “You’ve been touring a good bit of that time haven’t you? You aren’t home for very long. Isn’t that why you’re having your mother help you?”
Cass nodded, accepting another stack of paperbacks from his hands. “True enough. Feels good, though, to feather my nest.”
The front door slammed and Priti called out a greeting.
“Who put up the drapes?” she asked, sticking her head around the door.
“Lee,” Cass said proudly.
Priti’s brows rose, and he scowled at her so fiercely she began to laugh.
“He help me put up these shelves too,” Cass told her friend, who nodded again, so impressed he had to laugh.
“We need to get some of those hooks to hold the drapes back and the valance.”
“Huh?” Cass asked.
Priti rolled her eyes. “Momma went to Penney’s?”
Cass shrugged, and Lee surmised from her tone that the store was not up to some internal standard Priti had set. “Probably. You know she keep coupons.”
“I got some too. Although I still say custom is the way to go,” Priti said. “Let’s go.”
Cass’ brows hiked again, but she obligingly rose from the floor where she’d been gathering the debris from the shelves.
“Wait for me,” he said when the women seemed about to leave without him.
And so Eyoen had his first visit to a mall and the store called J.C. Penney’s.
Rierdane sniffed when he saw some of the merchandise – “Surely Cass can afford better than this?” – but he grudgingly approved the hardware they picked up.
“Offer to pay, sire.”
You don’t have to tell me that, Eyoen said sternly, whipping out a credit card, and shaking his head when Cass, who already had her wallet out, opened her mouth.
She subsided with a shrug. “Thanks, baby. Let’s go to Auntie Anne’s and get a pretzel.”
“What does it taste like?” Rierdane asked curiously as Eyoen bit into the cinnamon covered treat.
Delicious.
“And the drink?” he asked of the lemonade.
Fruity and tart. Very refreshing and cold. I shall find some of these lemons – he’d heard Cass ask if they used real lemons or powder – and bring them home for you.
Cass offered him a bite of her raisin pretzel, and watched him intently as he chewed.
“Good?” she asked softly.
Eyoen caught her eyes as he swallowed the treat. “Wonderful.” He kissed her deeply right there in front of the straws on the counter.
“OK, you two. Break it up before we get spotted,” Priti said. “It’s a miracle no one’s noticed us yet, and I do not feel like watching you sign a few hundred autographs or having the public know your rich ass shops at raggedy ass Penney’s.”
Cass laughed.
“What time is it?” Priti asked suddenly.
“Let’s go trick off some time at Merz. You said you were running low on soap,” she wheedled when Cass frowned.
“I’m not spending all day downtown shopping, Priti,” she warned, as her best friend began to haul her high speed toward the exit.
“Okay, okay,” Priti said, and Eyoen laughed as he jogged to keep up with them. “Come on, Lee! I wanna be on the highway before she change her mind.”
Eyoen had never enjoyed himself more. He sniffed countless bars of soap in an apothecary and was absurdly pleased when Cass chose to purchase his favorites.
“Lotion,” Priti reminded, sniffing candles. She held one out for Cass. He took his turn next, nodding appreciatively.
It was the same on his star. His mother and sisters were very concerned with scent, and as a boy he’d spent many hours at the shopping stalls with them offering his opinion on parfums.
“Nice,” Cass said looking at the bottom of the candle and raised a brow.
“Diptyque,” Priti said, like duh.
“Two, no more.”
“We gettin’ different ones. We can switch,” Priti said, adding two candles to the already loaded basket Eyoen was carrying.
“Priti, don’t load him down like that!”
“Shit! Sorry, Lee. I keep forgetting you were just in a wreck. You’re hardly even bruised anymore.”
“Stop it,” he told them both sternly, actually baring his teeth when Cass would have taken the basket. “You’re being ridiculous,” he growled.
She threw back her head and laughed. “All right, tiger. But you get tired, you let me know?”
He nodded, though of course he wouldn’t. Unless it would get her into bed faster. He would play the baby or the invalid in a minute if it meant he could get her on her back. In this he and Lee had been in agreement. His host had often pouted and played on Cass’ motherly tendencies to coax her into doing some extremely unmotherly things.
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