by Lynn LaFleur
“Patrick.” Her voice came out choked and raspy. She pumped her hips in rhythm with his stroking fingers.
“You like this?” he asked against her breast.
“Yesssssss.”
“I want to feel your body tremble when you come.”
“I-I can’t.”
Patrick stilled his hand as he lifted his head, gazed into her eyes. “Why not?”
“I’m not…very good at that.”
Translation—her bastard ex-fiancé hadn’t taken the time to satisfy her. Patrick would never understand why a man would be so selfish. He loved taking a woman all the way to a climax, seeing her skin flush, hearing the little sounds of pleasure in her throat, feeling the walls of her pussy pulse around his fingers or cock.
He loved every part of it. And it pissed him off that Tera had been denied all those experiences.
“Well then…” He released the button on her pants. “I guess…” The rasp of her zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. “I’m going to have to…” He slipped his hand inside her panties. “Work harder.”
She was definitely soaking wet. Her labia were slick from her cream and swollen from desire. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, as if begging for attention.
No problem there.
His fingers glided easily across her wet flesh. Patrick gathered up her cream, spread it over her clit. Her eyes started to drift closed.
“No, look at me.”
Tera’s lids popped open again. His cock jerked at the heat in her eyes. “That’s the way. Look at me while you come.”
He began a gentle caress on her clit with one finger. Several moments passed before Tera laid her hand on top of his, pressed it against her as she arched her hips.
“You want more?”
She nodded.
Adding another finger, he moved both faster, firmer, over her clit. She kept her gaze locked with his. Her beautiful breasts jiggled with her heavy breathing. Unable to resist their lure, he bent over and took a nipple in his mouth again. He continued to caress her clit while he suckled deeply.
Her breathing grew choppier. Patrick kept rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers as far inside her as he could reach. Her body tightened and she released a loud groan.
Patrick felt her channel pulse with the contractions. He still sucked her nipple, but gentler now, easing her back from the height of pleasure.
He released the tip of her breast and looked at her face. Her dark-brown irises appeared black in the dim light from the fire. Reaching behind his head, she tugged the elastic band from his hair. The long tresses fell forward over his shoulders. She grabbed handfuls of them, pulled him closer for another kiss.
“You’re very unselfish,” she whispered.
“No, I’m not. That was the appetizer. Now I want the full meal.”
Tera managed to hold back the moan before it escaped past her lips. If that was an appetizer, she didn’t know if she’d survive a full meal. She’d had strong orgasms, but never one where she thought her toenails had blown off. “The full meal?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He licked her nipple. “You and me…” He kissed the side of her neck. “Completely naked…” He blew in her ear, nipped the lobe. “With my cock buried deep inside you.”
That sounded really good.
She couldn’t stop the disappointed moan when he pulled his fingers from her channel. Then she lost the ability to make any sound at all when he licked them.
“Better than crème brûlée.”
She laughed at his silly grin. Her humor quickly faded when Patrick shifted his body and moved between her legs. She gasped at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her mound. He was bigger than Roger. A lot bigger than Roger.
More arousing kisses, more caressing of her breasts, more sucking on her nipples. Tera was on the verge of another orgasm from all the attention to her breasts when Patrick dropped a kiss on her stomach.
“I’ll be right back.”
She watched him walk to his bedroom, admiring the fit of his black pants across his ass. She curled her fingers into her palms at the thought of squeezing that tight butt, wrapping her hand around his hard cock. It had been too long since she’d touched a man’s skin.
A drawer opened and closed. Patrick came back in the living room, his gaze locked with hers as he walked toward her. She wanted to look at his fly, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his. He tossed something on the coffee table. Tera glanced at the piece of furniture and saw four condom packets.
Four?
Patrick whipped off his sweater and let it fall to the floor. With his long, mussed hair, broad shoulders and muscled arms, he made her think of a barbarian ready to take her.
She didn’t get much more than a glance at his hair-dusted chest and stomach before he took her hands, tugged her to her feet. Turning, he sat on the couch and pulled her down to straddle his lap. He sank his fingers into her buttocks, dragged her closer until her mound cushioned his bulge.
He gripped the hem of her sweater. “Let’s get this off, okay?”
Tera raised her arms so he could take off her sweater. Once it landed on the floor with his sweater, he drew her bra straps down her arms, tossed aside the piece of lingerie. Before it hit the floor, he cradled her breasts in his hands.
“God, these are beautiful.”
She wore nothing above her waist but three gold chains and a pair of gold hoop earrings. Tera reached behind her head and removed the clip holding her hair back. The position lifted her breasts higher. Patrick growled out his approval and bent over to give each nipple a hard suck.
Tera had never been with a man who paid so much attention to her breasts. She loved it.
“Take off your jewelry,” Patrick said. “I don’t want to break anything.”
“Are you going to get that wild?”
“We’re going to get that wild.”
Her clit gently throbbed, despite the powerful orgasm she’d recently experienced. She didn’t realize how starved her body was for sex. The four condoms on the table behind her proved Patrick intended to satisfy that hunger and then some.
He continued to knead her breasts while she removed her jewelry, leaned forward and laid everything on the table behind the couch. Her movement flattened her breasts against his chest. That sexy growl came from his throat again. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he devoured her mouth.
Tera’s head spun. She’d never felt desire so strongly that she wanted to crawl right inside her lover. She tried to do that with Patrick—tunneling her fingers into his hair, rubbing her breasts against his chest, sliding her mound up and down the hard cock behind his fly.
It all felt wonderful, but it wasn’t enough.
She kissed her way across his jaw to his ear. “Please,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”
Chapter Six
Patrick didn’t believe in saying no to a lady, especially when he wanted the same thing she did.
“Stand up.”
Tera climbed off his lap and stood before him. He slipped his hands over her ass and inside her panties. Both pants and panties slid down her legs. She’d already removed her shoes when she walked in his suite before dinner, saying she hated wearing shoes. She held his shoulders as he grabbed her socks, pulled them off with the rest of her clothing.
Patrick ran his hands up the back of her legs as he straightened. Her standing before him put his eyes on the same level as her mound. Auburn curls covered it, but her pussy lips were bare. She either shaved or waxed. Either way, he thought it sexy as hell.
Pulling apart her labia with his thumbs, he leaned forward and inhaled deeply of her aroused scent. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders when he swiped his tongue across her clit. One taste not nearly enough, he licked her again.
“You smell so good,” he said, his voice raspy, “and taste even better.”
She cradled his jaws, turned up his face for her kiss. Patrick gripped her ass and tried to tug her
back onto his lap.
“Oh no.” Tera gave him one more quick kiss. “Not until you’re naked too.”
She dropped to her knees between his feet and reached for the button on his pants. Staring into his eyes, she loosened it, then his zipper. “Lift your hips.” He did as she said. His clothes ended up on the floor next to hers.
He liked the way her eyes widened when she looked at his cock. Wrapping one hand around it, he slowly pumped it. “Want to hand me a condom?”
His question seemed to shake her from her fascination with his hard flesh. She reached behind her, picked up one of the condom packets. Patrick held out his hand so she could lay it on his palm.
“Let me,” she said, her voice once again that low, husky tone.
Patrick called on all his willpower not to lose control while Tera slid the condom over his dick with her soft hands. He grasped her hips and helped her straddle his lap again. She held his cock straight up and impaled herself one slow inch at a time.
Once he was completed seated, she released a long sigh of pleasure. “That feels so good.”
Patrick could think of several words to describe it better than “good”. Earth-shattering came to his mind first. He’d had sex with dozens of women. Yet he couldn’t remember a time when it had felt so right to hold a woman in his arms the way he held Tera, have his cock buried deep inside her.
He silently cursed the necessity of using a condom. He wished there was nothing separating them.
The walls of Tera’s pussy squeezed his cock. Patrick groaned. “Now that feels good.”
“You mean this?” She squeezed him again.
“You’re wicked, do you know that?”
She flashed him a saucy grin before squeezing him again. “Wicked is fun.”
“Wicked can get you in trouble.” Patrick moved his hands under her ass, arched up into her. “Like that.”
Tera tightened her arms around his neck. “Mmm, love that kind of trouble.”
Patrick arched into her again. Tera stared into his eyes as she lifted her hips, let his cock slide halfway out of her. She sank down again, lifted up, sank down. Catching her rhythm, he fucked her in long, slow strokes.
Slow didn’t work for long. Patrick increased the speed of his thrusts as Tera moved faster. Sweat broke out across his skin and Tera’s. Flesh slapped against flesh. She met every one of his thrusts until she threw back her head.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
Her body jerked in his arms, her pussy walls clamped on to his cock. He heard a whimpering moan before she buried her face against his neck. Patrick reached between her ass cheeks and pulled her labia farther apart. He plunged inside her, over and over, his thrusts hard and frenzied. She bit the side of his neck and her body jerked again. Patrick shoved his shaft as far into her channel as he could. He groaned loudly as his climax tightened his balls and enveloped his entire body.
Weak and breathless, he let his head fall back to rest on the couch. He could feel the little pulses inside Tera’s pussy as her body recovered from her orgasms. His cock jerked with each gentle squeeze. It wouldn’t take him long to be ready to fuck her again.
Patrick glided his hands up and down her spine. “For a woman who said she isn’t good at coming, you did a damn fine job.”
Her chuckle vibrated against his chest. Tera sat back, her hands resting on his shoulders. “I guess you have the magic touch.” Sobering, she touched the bite mark on his neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“Am I bleeding?”
“No.”
“Then you didn’t hurt me. Actually…” He cradled her breasts, rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. “I thought your bite was hot.”
The light in the room was too dim to tell for sure, but Patrick thought a blush colored Tera’s cheeks. She lowered her gaze a moment before looking into his eyes again. “I got a little carried away. It’s been almost three months since I’ve had sex. This was very, very good.”
Her praise brushed his ego, but knowing she had been satisfied pleased him more. “I’m glad you liked it. But I hope you don’t think we’re through.”
Her eyes widened. “We aren’t through?”
“Not even close.”
A slow smile turned up her lips, her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Goody.”
Patrick burst out laughing. Not only was Tera intelligent and lovely, but she had a great sense of humor too. The more time he spent with her, the more he liked her.
He gave her breasts a gentle squeeze. “How about if I get us something to drink?”
“I would love that.”
“Okay.” He held the base of the condom while Tera rose from his lap and moved to the couch. “Wine or something else?”
“I’ve had enough wine today. Maybe a Coke or Pepsi?”
“You got it.” He bent over and gave her a soft kiss. “Be right back.”
Tera sighed at the sight of Patrick’s bare ass walking away from her. He had an amazing body—tan, husky without the bulging muscles of a bodybuilder, just the right amount of hair on his chest for a woman to play with. And a mouthwatering cock that filled her perfectly.
What a phenomenal lover.
He went into the half bath off the kitchen, she assumed to dispose of the condom. Now that she didn’t have his warmth against her, a chill made her shiver. She grabbed the large afghan from the end of the couch and tossed it over her body.
Patrick came out of the bathroom. He took two glasses from the cabinet and filled them with ice. Popping the top on a can of Coke, he poured the fizzy liquid over the ice. He moved around his kitchen with ease, not seeming to give a thought to the fact that he didn’t wear any clothes.
Not that she objected. She’d gladly look at his body for the rest of the night.
He walked toward her carrying the two glasses of cold drinks. Tera sighed again at the gentle sway of his flaccid cock as he moved. Even in its relaxed state, looking at it took her breath.
“You’re staring at the merchandise.”
Tera bit her bottom lip to stop her grin. “Definitely.”
Sinking down on the couch next to her, he handed her one of the glasses. “Do you have room under that afghan for me?”
She drew half of the covering over his lap and legs. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, tugged her close to his side. Tera cuddled next to him as she sipped her Coke. The cold liquid felt good sliding down her dry throat.
Patrick kissed her temple. “Tell me more about your life in Florida.”
She couldn’t imagine anything more boring than talking about herself. “There’s not much to tell. I spend a lot of hours working, so don’t have much of a social life.”
“I know how that is.”
Tera tilted her head on his shoulder so she could see his face. “You’re a gorgeous, successful man, Patrick. You must have women handing you slips of paper with their room numbers on them all the time.”
“Yeah, I do.”
His confession didn’t sound conceited, but simply a statement of fact.
“I’ll admit to having a lot of one-night stands in the past. But after a while, that gets old. Plus the resort keeps me really busy. I don’t have much time for dating.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, over and over. The soothing touch should’ve made her sleepy. Instead, it made her more aware of him. “You’ve never been married or engaged?”
He shook his head. “Not even close. I’ve had a couple of affairs that lasted a few months, but nothing serious.” He drained his glass, set it on the end table next to him. “Can you tell me what happened with your fiancé or would you rather not talk about him?”
Tera almost refused to talk about Roger, but decided Patrick wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t really want to know. “There’s not much to tell. I thought I was the only woman in his life, but found out he’d cheated on me for years. I was too stupid to know that until he broke our engagement. That’s w
hen he dropped the bomb on me.”
“You weren’t stupid, Tera. People can be very inventive with their cheating.”
She thought Patrick kind to take up for her when he barely knew her. “I feel stupid about the whole thing.” She set her glass on the coffee table, then leaned against Patrick, her back to his chest. His arms encircled her, one above her breasts, one around her waist. “Looking back now, there were all kinds of signs I should’ve seen.”
“Like what?”
“Broken dates at the last minute. The scent of cologne on his clothes that wasn’t mine. He rarely spent the night with me. He insisted on using a condom even though I’ve been on birth control for years. He told me it was to protect me from the mess.” Tera released a snort of laughter. “Yeah, right.”
“He was protecting you from the mess—the mess of him fucking other women.”
“I guess.” She slowly ran her fingertips up and down his arms. “I hated him using condoms. I know they’re a necessary part of being intimate with someone new, but they aren’t necessary for a couple in a committed relationship. The fact that he insisted on them should’ve been a ten-foot-high red flag.”
Patrick kissed her temple, lowered his hand to cradle her breast. “I haven’t had sex without wearing a condom in almost two years. I had a physical three months ago. I can show you the paperwork. I’m clean.” He gently squeezed her breast. “I would love to be inside you with nothing separating us.”
The “I’m clean” statement might be a line for some guys, but she believed Patrick. Still, making love with Patrick without protection wouldn’t be smart, even though she agreed with him about nothing separating them. She would enjoy that too. “That probably isn’t a good idea.”
He squeezed her breast again. “No problem.”
Tera stared at the fire. While there was no pop and crackle of burning wood, it was nice to watch the flames. Her body felt deliciously weak from great sex, and a strong, handsome man held her in his arms. She didn’t know how things could be better.