His heart pounding furiously, he fumbled with the front catch between her breasts. He was usually adept at removing a woman’s bra, but wouldn’t you know that with her the damn thing would behave as though she’d bonded it together with superglue. Abruptly, it gave, and he peeled aside the little lace cups. His Adam’s apple rode slowly up and down the column of his throat as he stared at the alabaster perfection of the curves he’d exposed. He brushed the straps off her shoulders and Aunie shrugged off the wispy garment. “Jesus,” he said again, and for once in his life it wasn’t a curse. Reverently, his calloused fingers grazed the delicate curvature of her breasts.
Aunie watched him. For some reason, the sight of her breasts had halted the frantic pace at which they had been devouring one another. After everything she’d ever heard about James’s propensity for women with big breasts, she had half expected him to be disappointed in the size of hers, but he seemed to be fascinated by them instead. His eyes hadn’t left them since the moment she’d removed her top. His fingers roved over their dainty curvature with a delicacy that made her wonder if he thought they’d fall off in his hands if he handled them roughly.
“Jesus, these are sweet,” he whispered to himself, gathering them cautiously in his rough-skinned palms. Little jolts of electricity skittered to Aunie’s loins. She watched the wry smile that tugged up one corner of his mouth and creased his cheek. “Almost a handful,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Aunie agreed dryly. “And if you push them together or sit me up, you’ll even see a little cleavage.” She didn’t know whether to be offended or amused that he’d apparently forgotten the breasts he found so interesting were attached to her.
James’s startled eyes flew to hers and then he grinned at her sheepishly, licking his lower lip. “That a fact? Let’s see.” He shoved to his feet, pulling her upright. Taking a seat on the middle cushion, he tugged her onto his lap, guiding her leg over his hips to kneel astride him. She braced her hands on the hard rounded muscles of his bare shoulders while she found a solid purchase for her knees on either side of his hips, then lowered her bottom to sit in his lap. She adjusted her position and felt the sensitive cleft at the juncture of her thighs bump against his erection. She sucked in an involuntary breath and, hands sliding down to grip his biceps, rocked back and forth helplessly. Her head fell back and her eyes drifted shut as she ran the tip of her tongue around suddenly dry lips.
“Oh God, Aunie!” James dug his fingers into the supple skin of her back and jerked her against him, arching his hips to maintain contact. For the first time their bodies pressed together skin against skin, and he thrust rhythmically with his hips while his wide-splayed fingers on her back moved her upper body in slow circles, flattening her breasts against the solid wall of his chest, feeling her softness glide and rub against his hair-roughened hardness.
His fingers gripped harder and the muscles of his biceps stood out tautly as he pressed upward, forcing her to rise up on her knees. She moaned a protest over the loss of the delicious hardness upon which she had rocked, but James was relentless. He moved her until her breasts were on a level with his face. Watching for her reaction, he slowly extended his tongue to delicately lap a straining pink nipple.
Aunie jerked. “James?” She thrust her shoulders back, pushing the breast be was attending closer, needing more … needing less gentleness. “Jimmy?”
Her responsiveness, her unapologetic desperation, made James feel powerful, more so than he’d ever felt in his life, and he laughed deep in his throat. “What do you want, Magnolia?” he demanded in a low, raspy voice. “Tell me what you want.”
She gripped the back of his head and tried to force it nearer. With her other hand she cupped the underside of the breast he teased and pushed it up, bringing it in closer proximity to his lips. “Suck me,” she whispered. “Please, Jimmy, touch me harder. Please.”
“Jesus.” She was staring down at him, her pupils dilated and her eyelids heavy, begging him—oh, shit, begging him—to do what he’d been dying to do anyway but had been half fearful she was too fragile to withstand. His hard hand replaced hers on her breast, gripping it until the distended pink nipple stood out in stark relief; then his lips clamped down on it and pulled strongly. She moaned and clutched his hips with her knees, thrusting her pelvis forward in an age-old rhythm, seeking a relief that wasn’t forthcoming.
James tipped over onto his side, laying her down on the cushions. Raking his teeth over her nipple, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her stretchy grey leggings and thrust them down to her knees. His hand slid back up her thigh and wedged between her legs, shaping itself to the feminine mound that arched greedily into his touch. Her little lace panties were damp beneath his fingers, and James groaned.
“Ah God, you’re so wet.” He delved beneath the lace, using his fingertips to separate slick petals of feminine flesh, sliding them up and down, rubbing a plump, slippery lip between his thumb and fingers. Then the rough pad of his thumb was reaching higher in search of her clitoris. He felt it, small, sleek, and hard, peeking out of its hood, and he rubbed light circles around it, pressed it with his thumb, flicked it with his thumbnail. Her little moans, the sweet way she opened and closed her thighs around his hand, drove him on.
Aunie clutched his ponytail in one hand. The other fumbled desperately at his fly, small, delicate fingers rubbing at the distended hardness behind it one moment, wrestling with the zipper the next. “Oh gawd,” she whispered. “I want you inside me. I’m goin’ to … James, I want you inside me!”
The hand between her legs grew more insistent. “Next time,” he promised, watching her. “This time’s just for you. Let it go, Aunie. I want to see you come.”
“Oh no,” she protested weakly, but she could feel it building. “Oh no, James … oh please … oh God!” And she thrust into the fingers working their magic, clamping her thighs around his hand as all that interior sensation exploded with volcanic power. Her hips jerked helplessly and the hand in his hair pulled mindlessly until James’s neck was arched beneath the force of her grip. Her stomach muscles rippled once, twice … then she went limp, burying her face against his chest.
Triumph, like potent brandy, exploded in James’s brain. He’d known a few power junkies in his life and had never quite understood what it was that drove them. For perhaps the first time in his life he appreciated the rush that absolute power could produce. Watching his big, rawboned hand slide out of her little pink panties, he admitted he’d enjoyed being able to control her that way. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, inhaling the scent of her hair as he rubbed his jaw against the crown of her head, tugging her up higher to bury his lips in the contour of her neck. He was stiff as a pike and throbbing painfully, but he ignored it, knowing his turn would come. Right now, he just wanted to savor this feeling of mastery that making her climax had given him, to feel her soft skin for a minute, hot and damp against his stomach and chest, to revel in her tiny shudders and clinging arms. Oh, Jesus … he wanted to relive again the sweet music of that soft, escalating whine as she had exploded beneath his fingers.
A rush, indeed.
Aunie kept her face hidden, grateful for the strength of his arms holding her so tightly, the feel of his body wrapped around hers, the big hands soothing her. She yawned. She’d never known it was possible to feel this relaxed, this physically satisfied. She felt so good, but at the same time she wanted to squirm with embarrassment. No man had ever done anything like that for her, and it had felt so incredible. But for him to watch her while she was … Oh gawd, it was a little bit mortifyin’ and wasn’t she sort of selfish not to have done something for him in return?
She wished she had more experience. She wanted desperately to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
She pressed her mouth against the light pattern of hair that fanned across his pectorals, then turned her head and rubbed her cheek against him like a kitten. Loosening her grip on his ponytail, she slid her hands
to his, neck and pulled herself higher, kissing his throat, his Adam’s apple, the damp skin beneath the angle of his jaw. She shivered at the damp, slick rub of her breasts against his smooth abdomen as she stretched higher to reach new areas, shivered again at the rougher feel of his chest hair. Her nipples, newly softened, shriveled into hard little nubs. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible so soon, but she was getting excited all over again.
James made a noise deep in his throat and tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back. He bent his head to touch his tongue to the little mole on her upper lip, and she lifted her mouth to him with an eagerness that twisted his gut. He teased her with broken kisses, mounting forays at her mouth that he pulled at the last minute, loving her helpless reaction: the parted, swollen lips, the reach of her tongue, the heavy-lidded eyes. God, she was so gorgeous, and for the moment at least, she was all his. Damned if he wasn’t going to wring every last drop of enjoyment out of their encounter today.
For he couldn’t help but feel that tomorrow this dainty little apparition was going to wake up and be horrified that she’d let herself be sullied by the big, rough hands of an ex-tenement rat.
Aunie’s hands were running down his hard stomach to the waistband of his jeans and James abruptly stood. She blinked up at him in confusion and he pulled her to her feet, stooping in the same movement to get a shoulder under her stomach. He surged upright, hoisting her in a fireman’s lift.
“Mistah Rydah!” she protested.
He smacked her on the butt. “Don’t call me that!”
Aunie stilled, reacting to his tone, and James cursed under his breath. What could he say? I’m sorry if I sound surly, but I think I’m going to hear that in the morning and I don’t want to hear it tonight. He stroked an apologetic hand over the pink lace he’d abused. “The couch is too short,” he explained in a gentle voice. “I need room to move.” He strode with her dangling over his shoulder to her bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him, he crossed the room and flipped her onto the bed.
Aunie pushed up on her elbow, shoving her hair out of her eyes. James was kneeling on the floor, removing her shoes and socks. The tangle of leggings around her ankles was eased over her feet and dropped to the floor. Standing, he kicked off his own footwear and reached for his zipper.
She scrambled onto her knees to help him. Their hands kept bumping and tangling together until finally Aunie grabbed his by his big, knobby wrists, planted a kiss in each palm, and clamped them to her breasts. He stared mesmerized at the sight and feel of her white breasts in his weathered hands and she reached for his zipper once again.
All Aunie’s spurious expertise disappeared when she finally pushed his shorts down his hips and his erection sprang free. She swallowed hard. Gawd. It was big.
Wesley had never had anything like this.
Well, of course, he’d had something like this, but it hadn’t been nearly so long or so thick. She had occasionally fantasized about having a lover of impressive dimensions. It was one thing to imagine such things, she discovered, warily eyeing his erection. It was something else to be faced with the reality of this. It had been a long, long time since she had participated in any sexual activity. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to accommodate the thing.
But she was madly in love with him and she knew she would die trying.
She brushed his shorts all the way down his legs, and he kicked them off. Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around him. He was warm and rigid and he pulsed in her hand when she squeezed. A drop of fluid appeared and she used a gentle fingertip to spread it around the big, blunt head. The hands on her breasts went still.
Aunie tore her eyes away from the magnificence of his sex and looked up to find him watching her. She blushed furiously. “Jimmy?” she said in a soft, hoarse voice. “I’m afraid I’m not very experienced.”
James’s heart crashed against his ribcage. He eased her over onto her back and propped himself up over her. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
His eyes tracked slowly down her body, then slowly back up again, absorbing its perfection. “You couldn’t, Magnolia.” He liked the fact that she was dressed only in a minuscule pair of pink panties and a blush. The more he thought of her inexperience, the hotter he got.
Which was crazy. He’d never had a yen for beginners.
Her hands shaped his shoulders, slid down to his biceps. Knowing he was showing off like a teenager but unable to resist, he flexed them. “Gawd,” she whispered in awe. He bent his elbows and brushed his chest against her breasts. “Oh!” Her fingers digging into the solid muscles she’d been admiring, she arched her back, scraping her nipples in the sparse blond fan of hair on his chest.
Pushing himself up to kneel astride her, he cupped his hands around both breasts and kneaded. He was gentle at first, but he noticed that the more firmly he handled them, the crazier she became. When he squeezed them between his fingers and thumb until his hand had swallowed up all except the distended pink nipples, her hips began a slow bump and grind. When he hunched over to gently grind first one and then the other nipple between his teeth, she whimpered and contracted her hips deep into the mattress, then thrust her pelvis up as far as his imprisoning thighs would allow. Her fingernails dug grooves into his hard leg muscles just above his knees.
He edged back further. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slowly peeled them off. Before she could even raise her hips to facilitate their removal, James had slipped off the bed to kneel at its side and pulled her legs over the side after him. He tossed the scrap of pink lace aside and draped her legs over his shoulders. Turning his head, he pressed an openmouthed kiss into her thigh.
Aunie raised up on her elbows. “James?” she whispered. God, she looked so decadent with her legs sprawled open, the bend of her knees caught on his round shoulder muscles. She blushed. Only her gynecologist had ever seen her that close up.
“God, this is pretty,” he murmured hoarsely, staring at the luxuriant little black pelt, the flashes of pink. He felt her legs trying to close around his neck, saw her hand creep down to cover herself. “No, don’t hide it,” he whispered, rolling his big shoulders to unlock her grip. “It’s so pretty, Aunie; don’t hide it from me.” And he bent his head to probe around and between her concealing fingers with his tongue.
“Oh, my gawd, Jimmy!” As if scalded, she whipped her hand away. That suited James just fine, since it left him a clear field. Lazily plying his fingers and tongue, he proved to her that when it came to this particular game, he was a professional player.
Her hips were straining high in search of satisfaction, thigh muscles standing out tautly, when James finally rocked back on his heels and reached for his wallet. He fumbled on a condom, then rose and planted a knee on the mattress. “Put your ankles on my shoulders, Magnolia,” he commanded, and once she’d complied, he pressed a thumb against his erection, pushing it down to align with her body. His hips pressed forward and he sank into her a short way.
“Oh, God, Aunie.” Feet planted on the floor, knees braced on the bed, he propped his hands on the mattress next to her shoulders, arms stiff and head thrown back. “You’re so tight.” He pressed a little further. He’d never had a virgin—had never desired one. He had the craziest feeling, however, that it must be a lot like this. Gritting his teeth, he eased back and then pushed a little harder, gaining another inch. He tilted his head down to look at her. “Are you all right?”
She had to struggle to accommodate him, but it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as she’d half feared it would be. In truth, it felt good and she wanted all of him. “Yes,” she whispered and bent her knees a little, planting the soles of her feet on his collarbone. She angled her hips, pushing against the fullness inside her. “More,” she pleaded.
He swore under his breath and pressed forward. Suddenly, the tight muscles gripping him gave a little and he sank into her fully. He groaned. Eyes closed, he pulle
d back and then thrust forward slowly. Pulled back … thrust forward. His eyes slitted open and he looked down to where they were joined. He sucked in a deep breath and pumped his hips, watching blond hair mesh with, then separate from, black. Then his eyes trailed up her body. He had her bent almost double, her knees pressed back against her chest. “Oh, baby,” he said repentantly, “you don’t look very comfortable.” He lifted one hand off the bed and slid her leg over his arm, replanting his hand once her leg was hooked around his waist. He repeated the gesture on the other side. “That better?”
“Um,” she agreed dreamily and he felt her inner muscles grab him when she locked her ankles behind his back. “Magnolia’s favorite position,” he murmured and commenced a slow, steady rocking.
Her fingernails dug into his forearms and she raised her hips to meet each thrust. “Oh gawd, Jimmy,” she panted, licking her upper lip. “Oh gawd. It feels so … um … feels so …” She raised her locked ankles higher up his back and pressed her head into the bedspread, arching her back. Her breath caught in ragged little moans in the back of her throat.
James thrust harder, withdrew a little further, pumped a little deeper. “Feels so?” he prompted.
“Goo-o-od,” she moaned, dragging the word out endlessly. “So good.”
“Oh Christ,” he muttered and began to slam into her. He was close, God, he was so close. But he needed to hang on … had to get her over first. He bent his elbows, bringing his upper body lower, and tucked his chin into his neck, his tongue extending to lap a pink nipple. He knew that would probably get her off. She seemed to have the world’s most sensitive little tits.
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