“Cull! Please! I need you!” she said on a whimper.
“Do you love to have your breasts touched, baby?” He wanted to devour them, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He kissed one nipple then the other.
“Yes. I love your touch.”
Her soft moan lifted his excitement off the charts. “I’m going to make you feel good, sweetheart. I want to take my time, explore every inch of you. A man isn’t given a gift this precious and not take his time unwrapping it.” He opened his mouth over one nipple, suckling the sensitive bead, then lightly clamped his teeth around the morsel. Her fingers dug into his scalp, then she lightly pulled his hair. Heat swarmed them and sweat beaded on his forehead, but a little heat and slick body never hurt anyone.
Nothing had ever felt as good as being close to Monica. Tingles of erotic rapture assaulted his bloodstream and his muscles tightened.
“Cull!” She cradled his head with her hands as if she wanted to control his movements on her breasts.
Time for the other one. He moved his mouth over her skin, licking and nipping. He skated his lips over the sweet-smelling skin until it was wet from his adoration. He squeezed both breasts and nuzzled his face in the deep cleft. “I’ve never seen such beautiful tits.”
“I want more, Cull. Touch me,” she cried out.
He lifted his head. “Where, baby? Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me what you like and I’ll oblige your every wish.”
Beyond being bashful, she reached for his hand and lowered it to the moist heat between her legs. “There! Please!”
Lord, he liked a woman who wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He wanted to touch all of her at once, but he only had two hands. He slid his thumb over the slick slit of her pussy and opened her to ease his fingers in. Finding her most sensitive part, he flattened his thumb across her clit, sliding his finger inside her, savoring the tight walls of her vagina. He could only imagine if she were this tight with a finger what she would be like around his cock. He wasn’t one to brag, but he was above average in size and he didn’t want to hurt her—he only wanted to pleasure her and make her feel appreciated. It was important he got her wet enough before he even tried to take things the next level.
“Cull!” She bucked her hips. “Kiss me!”
Would he argue? Hell no!
She framed his face with her hands and kissed him. She consumed him, devoured him. While he continued to play with her nipples and thrusting his finger in and out of her, she shimmied under his hand. He felt her tighten and her juices thickened.
“Yes, sweetheart. Let it go. Release it all for me.”
Her body rose in temperature and her passage seeped with release. He rained kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, along her neck. Rolling his tongue along her collarbone. Pulling back slightly, he loved how flush her skin was from his touch. Rosy color mixed with her pale skin. No doubt she was the sweetest woman he’d ever been near.
Standing, he unzipped his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down his hips.
Her eyes widened. “Wow!” Her lips trembled.
“Do you realize how long I’ve carried this hard on around?” He smiled. “And it’s for you. I want you, sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get those pants off you.” Drawing her close, he kissed her cheek as he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper of her jeans. “I swear I believe I could stare at you forever.” He knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach and rolling the tip of his tongue inside her belly button. He kissed along the waistband of the jeans, nipping and licking her satin smooth skin. Clutching the fabric, he tugged it down a few inches and stopped to kiss the exposed skin. Her sweet scent teased his nostrils and his erection became painfully hard. If he wasn’t hellbent on taking his time he would bend her over and ram his rock-hard cock inside her.
Sliding the jeans down her flared hips, he pulled back, looking at the slinky polka dotted panties and his mouth salivated. Those would be next. Helping her step out of the jeans, he tossed them blindly and hooked his thumbs in the little panties. As he slowly peeled them away from her body, he felt her tremble, matching the quivering in his own body. “I’m going to make sweet love to you, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. Don’t ever be afraid when you’re with me. I’ll always protect you.”
Chapter 22
“I TRUST YOU, completely,” she said to him, shyly. She couldn’t take her eyes off his naked body. He was big—everywhere. His arms were huge, his stomach flat, and his erection so huge. “I want to touch you.”
He stood and she ran her hands down his smooth chest, down to his slender waist. She felt him tremble under her touch. “Does this feel good?”
“I love having your hands on me,” he said along with a long exhale of breath.
She continued to caress his body, rubbing his flat nipples, and her excitement rose. Lowering her mouth to his chest, she kissed his warm skin that smelled like leather and sandalwood, then kissed a path to one nipple and traced the nub with her tongue. He sucked in a breath and she smiled against him. She gave the other nipple the same attention.
“You’re driving me wild, sweetheart.”
Looking up at him, she asked, “Wild. I like that description.”
“I’m bat shit ready to shoot my wad. That’s what you do to me.”
Lowering more, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, getting used to his wide girth and how warm his skin was to her touch. Kneeling before him, she guided his tip to her mouth and she circled her lips around him, drawing him deeper. His salty sweet goodness lathered the back of her tongue and she swallowed.
He exhaled a ragged breath and wove his fingers in her hair.
She moved her mouth slowly, then fast, and switched the speed, using her tongue to swipe the thick vein on the underside of his erection. She could have gone on for much longer, but he pulled her up and held her gaze. “What?” she asked in a quivering voice.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, but I’m too close. If I plan to do what I want to do, I need to stop you before I blow.” He picked her up, took her back to the bed and laid her down. He joined her and moved his hand down her body in a slow caress of exploration, sliding his fingers along her curves, stopping at her inner thighs. “You’re so wet. Warm. Your body is ready.”
She felt his touch on her slit and he spread her slightly, rubbing two fingers along her. She clutched the sheet and held on tight as pleasurable sensations rocked through her. Wanting to touch him too, she sat up and kissed his shoulder.
“I want you,” she whispered.
He took her hand and led it to his erection. “Touch me. Caress me,” he moaned.
Her hand was shaking as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, still moist from her mouth. Swiping her thumb over his tip, she wiped away a pearl of precum. “I think you’re a little excited.”
“Damn! More than a little. I’m ready to explode.”
She began to rub him faster. Within seconds she had him panting for breaths again. She needed to taste him again.
Lowering her head and working her mouth around his shaft, she used her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head, smoothing her lips down the fine ridges of his cock. She loved his taste, enjoyed pleasuring him and wanted to have him explode inside her mouth. Was that something that women normally wanted or was she different? She didn’t care. She knew what she wanted.
“Suck it, baby. Suck it harder,” he whispered.
Following his direction, she drew him deeper into her mouth until there was no room left and his tip touched her throat. He had an intoxicating taste. Sweet and salty. She sucked his fleshy head in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to polish the knob of his impressive erection. She had no clue she loved giving a blowjob this much. She licked him like her favorite ice cream cone, lavishing him with kisses, gently nibbling. How could something so hard be so soft? She explored him with her hands, scraping her nails down his thighs, smoothing her palms over his thighs, the
prickly hair rasping her fingers. His muscles flexed, and he brought his hips up a little higher as he clutched a handful of her hair in his fist. Looking up at him while her mouth was full of his cock, she relished in his tense expression. His eyes were squeezed shut. He looked like he was riding the waves of ecstasy and just as he had said, she was still in the driver’s seat.
Cupping his balls, she was amazed at how tight they were. She jiggled them lightly, testing them. He groaned loudly.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he cried out.
She buried his manhood deep in her mouth, as far as she could, slurping him up. He began to pump rhythmically. Her hair was the reins as he rode her mouth. Her nipples tingled and her core pulsated with need. He froze and let out a long exhale about the same time he squirted his release into her throat. She swallowed it eagerly, taking all of him.
Sliding him out with a suction sound, she swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “Mm.”
“My God, you turned me inside out,” he said with a tight voice.
Kissing her way up his stomach, his chest, and to his face, she smiled. “I enjoyed that.”
“I’m sure glad that you did because I certainly loved it.” He climbed onto the bed and dragged her along until they were lying together. His chest rose and fell deeply with each breath. “I’ll only need a few minutes,” he promised.
Monica started to lay back, but he caught her, kissing her fully on the lips. “Don’t move.” He came to his knees and kissed her, a devouring kiss that left her breathless. He nipped and kissed her lips, flirting with her and she felt like a beautiful, wanted woman. Their tongues met and dueled and before long his cock was back to life and hard again. He pressed her back onto the bed and lifted above her, looking down at her with a soul-searching stare. With a wired energy, he kissed her neck and lowered to take one nipple into his mouth, at the same time, he caressed her channel.
“I want to lick that sweet pussy until you scream my name, but I’m afraid that’s going to have to wait for now. I need to be inside of you.”
He reached over to the nightstand, dug out a condom and with quick work, he had it opened and sheathing his erection.
In invitation, she opened her legs wide to him and he lowered his hips, touching her with his wide tip. Easing himself past the tight barrier, he groaned and buried his head into the pillow. He went slow at first, allowing her body to accept him, not hurrying her. She lost her patience because she lifted her hips, drawing him deeper. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she followed his rhythm, taking him closer to release.
He enveloped one swollen nipple with his mouth and she arched, making sweet whimpering sounds. “You’re a perfect woman, my love,” he whispered against her skin. “Perfect for me.”
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She was more amazing than he thought possible. He moved his cock in and out of her tiny, pink core, controlling the needed to spill himself.
“Faster,” she begged.
Any faster and he was going to explode. “Slow down, baby. Time is of the essence.” He lifted her hair from her neck and kissed the slender chord of delicate skin as he eased himself deeper into her channel. She arched her back and her firm breasts pressed his chest. Everything about her was glorious and amazing. This was what he’d been waiting for. A woman who could turn him inside out and satiate him while leaving him wanting more.
“Whatever you’re doing to me, it’s wonderful,” she cried. “Keep it up.”
Taking deep care, he lifted his hips, sliding into her slick body, rubbing her G-spot that brought an erotic moan from her throat. She brought her hips high, meeting his tight thrusts, beseeching him to fill her with his cock.
She was tight, and for a man who was so close to the edge, it was a blissful bullet to the body. Damn, he wanted to plunge her hard and fast, stamp himself on every part of her, especially her soul, but he also wanted to feel her body clamp his dick as she found release. With just a frayed amount of constraint left in himself, Cull slowly pulled out only to slide again to the hilt, his thick shaft stretching her.
“You. Feel. So. Good,” he whispered.
Her gaze came upon him with such absolute abandonment and trust. Her eyes held a promise, and he made one himself. He’d never, ever hurt her. He’d always protect her, with his life if he had to.
Stretching out over her, he supported himself on his strong arms and plunged her soft channel. Buried inside her, he reveled in how good she felt.
He moved his mouth to her lips, kissing her, rolling his tongue along the soft curves and sipping at her sweetness like fine, aged wine. Desperation clawed at him as he dipped in and out of her, the pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. He’d never be the same. Passion pounded at his body like waves of an ocean, crashing into him, building more and more velocity. He didn’t want the moment to end. This was where they belonged. He slipped his arms around her and held her close, trying to keep his breaths under control.
Her muscles began to flutter like a thousand butterflies set free. He clenched his jaw to keep from yelling his joy. Cull was past excited and needed to give in to the need to release, but he wanted to be sure that she soaked in every bit of pleasure before he took his own.
Rolling back onto his haunches, he lifted her with him, straddling her over his lap. “Move, baby, at your own speed. Do with me as you wish,” he said softly.
Her tongue darted out to moisten that full, trembling bottom lip as if he’d just offered her a treat from a candy store. At first she moved slow, her hips moving up and down as she got the hang of riding him.
Cull clamped his hands on her bottom, feeling the muscles under his palms. She rocked that tight little ass and sweet little moans of pleasure gurgled up from her throat. Then her moves became tiny bounces as she clenched his shoulders under her fingers, nicking his skin with her nails.
“The sweetest pussy ever,” he clamped one hand on her breast, tweaking the hard nipple with his thumb and tugging at it. “Keep riding me, sweetheart. Ride me like you mean it.”
“Oh my! This feels so good. You’re so deep,” she cried.
He felt the muscles of her vagina tighten. She ground her clit against his pubic bone and cried out. In the next instance she dropped to his chest, sweat beaded between their naked bodies. He could feel her release soaking his balls.
Gently lifting her limp body, he laid her back against the bed, not breaking the connection of their bodies. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, while threading his fingers through her silken hair. His heart fluttered against his ribcage and he could barely breathe. Something took shape inside of him, something so strong and foreign that he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry.
She looked up at him through the veil of her thick lashes, her lips trembling and pink, swollen from his kisses. My God! She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He could no longer hold back, even if his life depended upon it. With one final, full thrust he emptied his seed.
After they laid silently, neither moving for a long while, he discarded the condom in the nearby trashcan and got off the bed. She looked at him curiously. He lifted her into his arms and she didn’t even mutter one word of protest.
Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down on the cushioned stool while he stepped over and started the water, making sure the temperature was perfect for the angel who was staring at him.
Chapter 23
MONICA HAD JUST experienced the most amazing orgasm. She watched him move about the small bathroom, monopolizing the space with his large frame. His slick, sculpted body made her arousal flare up again and she wanted to trace each elongated muscle with her fingers, then her tongue. She wanted to paint him on canvas. As he adjusted the temperature of the water, testing it with his long wide fingers, she studied his broad shoulders, toned back, firm backside, and powerful thighs. Remembering how his body had felt inside her made her smile. There were no words that could come close to describin
g how good it was.
Clearing her throat delicately and squirming on the stool, she asked, “Are we going to shower together?” The mere thought made her nipples tingle in excitement.
“I’ve dirtied you up and now I’m going to clean you up.” He looked back at her with a smile.
The next thing she knew, she was standing under the spray and the water felt amazing on her skin. He joined her and the shower became much, much smaller and she didn’t mind one bit. She’d share her space any day.
“Does it feel good, Monica?”
She stood before him, trusting him, happy and feeling like no matter what lay in her past she didn’t need any of it. Right here with him was where she belonged—wanted to be. She watched him squeeze out some of the soap into his palm and rub them together until suds dripped from his fingers. He touched his hands to her shoulders and she shivered, which brought a wide smile to his face. He rolled his hands down her breasts and knelt to his knees before her. His face was right in front of her most sensitive part.
He lifted one of her feet and soaped her toes, her heel, the arch, caressing and massaging as he went along. The soap made his touch slick.
Leaning back against the cold tiles, she savored his tender touch, relishing in how limp her body became. “This is amazing,” the words oozed like honey off her lips.
“I could do this often.” He brought his hands higher, caressing her calves, kneading the muscles with his capable fingers before he moved on to her thighs, giving them the same loving care. “I love your body.”
He was now so close to her core that she trembled in awareness. Need spiraled through her, making her limbs tingle.
“You have a nice pretty pussy.”
She chuckled lightly. “Thank you…I guess.”
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