by Lyric James
“You are so beautiful,” he said softly.
When she opened her eyes, the rapturous expression on his face did her in.
Before she even had a chance to process the words coming out of her mouth, she grabbed his shirt and pulled. “Kiss me.”
In one swift movement, he switched their positions and she was straddling his lap for the second time that night.
His lips were soft but firm, demanding. His tongue stroked, danced with hers, and her already sensitive skin alighted with every touch, every caress. A low, insistent ache began to build between her thighs, and she shifted lower, which brought her skirt up around her waist. The slow savoring lick of his tongue made her long to feel the same pressure between her legs.
She slid her hands through his hair, tugged the back of his head. When he wrapped his arms around her, she arched into his embrace. Then he was cupping her breasts, kneading them with delicate, rhythmic squeezes.
“Blake...”
He sucked on her lower lip, his fingers sliding down to rub her ass.
“Damn,” he growled. “You have on a thong.”
Lowering his mouth, he surrounded the tip of her breast through the cotton of her shirt. Even though a barrier was between his lips and her skin, the wash of heat brought a mist of perspiration to her skin.
Blake pulled her closer as his hand glided between her legs. Uninhibited, she widened her thighs, opening herself. He kissed her nose, her cheek, nipped along her jaw line, tickled the ridge of her ear with his nose.
“Tell me to stop, Princess.”
Harper cupped his face in her hands. “I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured and kissed him firm on the lips, gliding her tongue into his mouth.
In seconds, Harper was on her back, Blake hovering over her, the swing rocking with their movements. “You’re killing me,” he moaned, kissing his way down her neck, over her chest.
The time to stop this madness was long gone as far as she was concerned. Blake was the one man who could take the pain away, erase the bad memories and leave her with only mind-numbing ecstasy and pleasure.
At least for one night.
One of his hands pushed between her legs. She was so aroused, so feverish, any shame she felt sailed away on the light midnight breeze. The smells of sea and sand permeated the air, but it didn’t compare to Blake’s scent of raw masculinity.
Pushing her thong aside, he slid one finger inside, tender, carefully. “You’re so wet,” he murmured as his gaze slid down her body where his fingers parted her flesh. “So soft.”
Harper lay back and closed her eyes against the shocking vulnerability of being spread open and fingered by the only man she’d fought so hard to not get close to, to the one man whose touch made her want to scream.
“So tight.” Blake pulled out and thrust gently back into her, and she clenched her sex around him, greedily sucking him inside her.
She rocked against his thrusting fingers, mindless, needy, and desperate for the orgasm she knew would steal her soul. “Please…please, Blake.”
But before her next breath, she was sitting on one bench and Blake was across from her on the other, his hands gripping the ends of his khaki shorts, his chest heaving as he sucked in air.
“What...why?” Heat prickled behind her eyelids, and a fist tightened inside her chest. “You don’t…” She couldn’t even form the words as she tucked her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.
“Don’t even think it, Princess. Give me a minute,” he groaned and stood up, walking to one of the railings. His fingers formed tight fists around the wood.
How could she not think it? He’d been inside her…inside her, and he’d pushed her away. For years Blake had flirted with her, teased her.
He belonged to a freaking fantasy sex club, and she practically threw herself at him, opened for him, allowed him to touch her where no one had touched her in, shit, years. What man wouldn’t want that?
Maybe she wasn’t as sexy as those women. Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him.
Oh God.
Harper jumped up and headed for the door, yanking her skirt down her body, wishing it was longer now, wishing it could cover…everything. But before she pulled the door open, Blake gripped her forearms and tugged her hard against his chest. She couldn’t think when he was this close. Hell, she never could. It was the reason she’d always kept her distance.
Why hadn’t she been able to keep her distance tonight?
Because of Stella.
Blake had practically taken over when her friend had gotten hurt. Both she and Ian had been so distraught that Blake had dealt with the emergency room personnel and all of Stella’s paperwork, and he’d soothed everyone, convincing all of them Stella would be okay.
Who wouldn’t succumb to a man like that?
Arousal tore at her insides, her clit still tingling from his caresses.
“For as long as I can remember, you’ve dodged me, avoided me, refused me at every turn. Am I wrong?”
His hands moved until one of them was pressed against the doorjamb and the other was flat on her stomach, his fingers splayed, urging her back against him as he nuzzled his nose in her hair. When she felt his arousal hard and thick on her back, she gasped.
She turned around slowly, sagged against the wall, looked up at him, and shook her head. God, she loved his face. All classic angles and strong chin. But he was right. Around him she’d been as timid as a sixty-year-old virgin church lady.
“I’ve been…shit.” He glanced up at the ceiling then back down at her, his gaze burning into hers, searing and intense. “I have to know you want this, Harper. I have to know you’re not going to wake up tomorrow morning with regret swimming in your eyes.”
“I want you,” she whispered.
Hell, she’d always wanted him. In truth, the reason no man had touched her in years is because they weren’t Blake. She’d allowed her growing café to swallow all of her time so it was easy to turn them down as well as run from her desire for him.
But no more.
Just because she wanted to have sex with Blake didn’t mean it had to be anything permanent. One night together this weekend didn’t mean he would, or could, control her life. Since she was the one offering her body to him, it gave her the control. Didn’t it?
Harper stepped forward, raised her hands, and unbuttoned the top button of Blake’s shirt. When she moved to the next, he grabbed her wrists. She lifted her face, and even though her heart was racing, a sense of calming peace surrounded her. “I want you, Blake.”
He slid his hands into her hair. The kiss started out gentle, a tangling of tongues meant to soothe and coax, but within seconds, it became a full-on assault, insistent, and left her reeling when he lifted his head. He brushed his hand down her back and up again, taking her halter-top, leaving her breasts bare. Blake pinched her nipples into hard nubs, and she gasped.
Bold now, she reached down to massage his crotch and reveled when he rocked his khaki-clad cock forward into her hands.
“You don’t know how long…”
Excitement pooled between Harper’s legs as she flicked her fingers over the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
“Yes I do.”
Blake shook the shirt off his shoulders. He really was beautiful--broad with golden brown shoulders and hard, lean muscle.
“I’ve been waiting too.”
When he dropped to his knees and tugged at her skirt, lust spiked through her body.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Harper did as he asked and tried to remember to breathe. This was Blake…her Blake. Sex god extraordinaire, member of the most talked about fantasy sex club in Miami.
“Put your hands on the wall in front of you.”
She did what he told her to. Even though it was warm outside, the surface of the wood was cool to her touch.
“Spread your legs.”
His hands caressed a path up her calves, over her knees, and inched up h
er thighs until he gripped her hips, his thumbs sinking into her ass. He was still kneeling, so his eyesight was leveled at her butt. Her heart stumbled over itself, beating overtime. God, she wished she could see his face.
The position Blake had her in was new to her. Harper wasn’t a virgin, but she considered herself strictly vanilla when it came to sex. What would he do to her?
Blake sank his teeth into her right ass cheek, and her body jolted.
“Wait…Blake—Oh my God.” She swallowed, hard, as his tongue slicked a slow trail over one cheek and then the next, the tip toying with the seam in between. Then he slipped two fingers inside her, delicately fondling her slick walls.
Her fingernails dug into the wood surface, but she couldn’t find purchase as she arched her back and rose to her toes.
“You’re wet, Princess,” he said, lifting her just under her butt. “So wet.”
No man had ever made her feel like Blake. Through college and her twenties she’d had a few relationships, but the kinkiest she’d ever gotten in bed was a sixty-nine. Splayed out like this, her hands flat against the wall of the house and her legs spread, was the most daring thing she’d ever done.
“Do you like this, Princess?” he asked, slipping his fingers into her heat again and again.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
Blake plunged deeper, bringing her onto her toes again. “Would you like me to kiss you here?”
From behind?
No one had ever dared before, and she’d always wondered what it would feel like. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate for an instant before he spread Harper’s cheeks farther apart, lifted her, and settled his mouth over her pussy, swiping his tongue between her slit. At this angle she felt so wanton, wicked, with his face pressed into her ass, his mouth searing over her heat. He laved the little bud with more friction than she’d ever thought possible. He knew exactly how much pressure to give before backing off and coming at her again and again.
The pleasure was almost too much.
Blake stopped and turned her around. “You’re as sweet as I knew you would be.” He brushed his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top. “I could spend hours right here until you begged me to stop.”
The deep cadence of his voice promised the kind of wicked sin she’d only read about. An avalanche of desire crashed right between her legs, adding to the already torturous ache. She was panting as arousal overtook her senses.
“Blake…”
“Yes, Princess,” he moaned, the vibrations making her clit throb.
He continued to nibble, suck, and lave her wet heat, pushing deeper into her.
To think she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long was unfathomable. He pried her open with his thumbs and stroked her with his tongue, through her seeping heat, over the hard knot of her clit. When he plunged his fingers into the hot well of her sex and tilted his fingers inside her, she knew he’d found the elusive spot of her core that men and women bragged about, bringing a sharp blast of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Weakness swept over Harper, and her legs became wobbly as waves of euphoric pleasure threatened to overtake her. Mounting desire seized her limbs until every muscle in her body compressed. She clenched her fists in his hair as an orgasm burst over her like a fireworks display gone rogue.
As she sagged against the house, Harper realized the carefully structured wall of control she’d built had begun to crumble. Blake’s excellent machinations had stripped it away, leaving behind a terrible sense of exposed vulnerability.
Even as the aftershocks of her pleasure sang through her body, she attempted to scramble away from him, but her rubbery legs couldn’t support her weight. Harper sucked in a rugged breath as tears leaked out.
Before she could protest, Blake lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to one of the swings, and sat with her tucked in his arms. He didn’t say anything, only rubbed her back in a rhythmic caress.
When she was done weeping, he tilted her head up and smiled. “You okay?”
“Yeah. That was…wonderful.” More than amazing, and little alarm bells began to ding in her ears.
“Hmm, wonderful?” He chuckled and nuzzled her neck. “I think I can do better than that.”
“W-what?”
His answer was the complete and utter possession of her mouth.
Chapter Four
Blake didn’t give Harper time to think. Her chance to push him away like she’d become used to doing had come and gone. He’d been waiting for this moment for years, and he wouldn’t…couldn’t…let the weekend pass without her knowing exactly how much he desired and cherished her.
How much he wanted to make her his. Forever.
He would not relent until her heart belonged to him…completely.
All the teasing, the flirting…hell, even building his house with that goddamn gourmet kitchen he never used, had all led up to this. Complete possession of Harper’s mind, body, and soul. As he slid the zipper of her skirt down, determination settled in his gut.
Underwear was just underwear as far as Blake was concerned. He’d seen his fair share of silk, lace, and cotton. But nothing was sexier than Harper in the black thong covering her pussy. The delicate, raw-edged lace made her feminine curves all the more voluptuous. “Damn you’re gorgeous.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He saw lazy lust and could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind as she wondered what he was going to do to her next. He swept his fingertip down her neck to her breasts and then held them in his palms. When he flicked his thumbs over her nipples, she arched into his caress. He ducked and pressed his face to her cleavage, inhaling deeply.
Harper always smelled of cinnamon and sugar and cocoa, probably because she spent the majority of her day inside a kitchen, but the scent was sinfully intoxicating on her. He gently squeezed her breasts together and flicked his thumbs over her nipples with firm, insistent strokes over the black lace of her bra until she gasped and arched into his hands.
He’d seen Harper in a bathing suit before, but it was usually one of those one-piece wonders, and she always wore a skirt or something around it. But now…now, his eyes could devour her soft milk-and-honey skin. He began at her waistline and slid up until his thumbs were just below the line of her bra. “You have been hiding this gorgeous body from me for far too long.”
Harper tugged at his shirt. “You still have on too many clothes.”
Blake stood and began to divest himself of his shorts and shirt. “I can fix that.”
He was momentarily stunned when Harper lifted her hips and pulled at her panties until they slid to the floor. Then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. When her plump, full breasts sprang out, Blake dropped to his knees and filled his empty hands.
“Princess, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
“Me too,” she admitted quietly.
He leaned forward and lowered his head to take her lips. The way she responded to him started a fire inside him that would never be extinguished. He pried her lips apart with his tongue. He wanted to steal, possess, and conquer all with one hungry invasion of her mouth.
Lowering his hands, he cupped her buttocks and brought her closer to the edge of the bench. He wanted to know for real if every part of her body tasted as sweet as sugar.
As he dipped his head to the center of her heat, she gasped.
“No, Blake…stop.”
But he didn’t, and when he fastened his lips over her clit, she cried out and moaned his name. She bucked against him and dug her short nails into his shoulders.
Blake feasted.
Harper tasted better than sugar and spice, better than any delectable masterpiece she could create with her hands.
Hell, even better than her award-winning homemade brownies.
This….this was heaven.
Harper was home.
When she
cried out, he smiled, satisfied he’d given her the pleasure he so wanted her to have. But he wasn’t finished. He slid up her body and stood.
“Turn over.”
With dazed eyes, she blinked up at him. “Wh-what?”
“Turn over, Princess.”
He took her by the hips and twisted her around until she was on her knees, facing away from him. The rocking of the swing didn’t deter him one bit.
Blake pressed his lips to her ear. “Brace yourself on the back of the bench.”
After she did, he slipped on a condom then curved one arm around her waist while he smoothed the other down her sensual spine.
Easing her forward a little more, he forced a bend in her back and used his knee to spread her legs wider. He heard her breath stutter in her chest, felt her body tremble. “It’s okay, Princess. Trust me.”
He rubbed the tip of his penis against her wet entrance then pushed all the way in, a low groan lodging in his throat.
Blake closed his eyes and savored the sensation of his deep penetration. He eased out slowly and then shoved back in again.
“Oh, Blake,” she moaned.
With one hand braced over her hip and the other flat against her stomach, he held her in place as he began to rock. The gentle back and forth sway of the swing only added to the pleasure soaring through him.
He pulled back and plunged, again and again in an upward, repeating motion, skin slapping against skin with each thrust.
Her soft sighs made his dick convulse while he drove into her, whipping the flames of passion hotter than an uncontrollable grease-fire. Being inside her was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The wait had been worth it.
The intensity.
The ecstasy.
Inside Harper, he was a man consumed with a blinding desire to lose all control.
He felt her tighten around him as he neared his own internal explosion. Pressure mounted, and her continued mewls of pleasure urged him closer to the edge. When her back bowed and she seized him in a rapturous grip, he did lose control. The silky softness of her butt caressed the sensitive skin of his thighs as he erupted. Waves of sensation crashed over him. He’d never heard anything like the broken guttural cry that erupted from his throat nor could he hold back the urgency in his soul as he pumped faster, pushed harder inside her. He had to grab the back of the swing for fear they’d both fall off.