Helen lowered her eyes as Constantine moved toward her, her skin anticipating his touch. He took her hand and led her to her bedroom. Pushing the door open, he pulled her inside and motioned for her to move to the bed. Standing over her, he ran a hand along her cheek. Her breath hung in her throat.
“Helen, I love you. For your courage. For your strength and compassion.” His hand brushed against her cheek. “Now come here and let me love you. Let us put the past behind us and start new. Let me show you how much I want to be with you.”
“Wait. I’m prepared this time.” She reached for the dresser drawer. “Get undressed.”
He shot her a wicked grin before sliding his pants from his legs and opening his shirt to reveal perfectly formed pecs.
“Now lie down,” she coaxed. When he relaxed against the pillows she climbed onto the bed after him and straddled his naked legs.
“I need to touch you.”
“Not yet.” She smiled while she looked down at him. He was incredibly beautiful with his waist-length black hair and penetrating eyes. His chiseled cheekbones and perfect Roman nose should have been in museums instead of the picture that had come down through history. Pulling a flavored condom out of the drawer next to her bed, she smiled down at him.
She leaned forward, placing her mouth around the edges of his cock, licking the tip. Then she took the condom and unrolled it, placing it on the head of his penis. Carefully she slipped his cock into her mouth, unrolling the condom as she went, thankful for that gag gift of flavored condoms she had accidentally received from a mail-order company.
He let out a low moan as she completed the process with her hand. She was already wet and ready for him, having thought about him all day. He reached up to touch her breasts as they swayed in front of him. Last night had been so rushed, so passionate. Tonight she needed tender and he seemed to understand that by the look in his eyes.
“Now what do you wish?” he whispered, tangling her hair into his fist and gently pulling her forward.
“I don’t know,” she smiled.
“I know what I want. I want to take my time with you tonight. How many condoms do you have?”
“Six.”
“Then we will have to take it slow. Otherwise I will not be able to hold myself back. I want you so badly. I dreamed of you all day.” He rolled her over so that she lay on her back and he rose above her.
“Really now?” she teased.
“Yes.”
His cock teased her opening as he said the words. The sensation of needing him was almost too much to bear. She spread her legs wider and placed her hand on the small of his back, guiding him in slowly. There were no words to describe how she felt when his cock entered her body. She arched her back, pressing her pussy into him, feeling the condom slide against her labia as he moved.
Her heart hammered in her chest as tears welled up at the backs of her eyes. Could a person fall in love in so little time? His hands found her breasts and gently stroked them, teasing her nipples while his cock continued to move slowly in and out of her body. His long dark hair fell into her face, covering her with his scent, reminding her of the dreams she’d had of him last night after they’d first made love.
The muscles inside her vagina tensed, squeezing his cock, slowing his motions even more as he moved to kiss her. His lips covered hers, softly at first then with the ferocity of his passion. It was matched by her own as she pulled him to her, twisting her fingers into his hair, opening her mouth for his tongue, spilling her soul into his body with the motion.
One hand sought out his rock-hard ass. She dug her nails into his flesh, driving him forward. Her clit stood at attention, the sensation of rubbing against his rough pubic hair almost too much to take. She swiveled her hips as his movements increased. His cock moved in and out of her body with renewed intensity as she opened herself to him, spreading her legs, reaching down to spread her labia, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.
Her index finger sought out her clit and she began rubbing in tiny circular motions. His cock grazed her fingers as it continued to thrust in and out of her. Her juices ran out of her opening, sliding down to her ass, forming a pool on the bed beneath her.
She continued to stroke herself while he moved. Her orgasm was so close…so close. Arching against him once more, she licked his arm as he encircled her, closing her hand between them, forcing it to press down on her clit even more.
Finally the sensation was too much to take. She pushed him away just enough to lessen the pressure on her clit. Her slow motions increased as she avoided touching her tender bud and instead massaged the delicate skin surrounding it.
She looked up into his eyes and was lost as he smiled down at her. She felt his orgasm build as his cock throbbed within her body. It was all she needed to drive her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her body with a scream as he spilled his seed into the cherry-flavored condom. Disappointment washed through her as she wished she had foregone the safety measures. It was quickly replaced by ecstasy when he looked down at her and smiled.
Without a word he captured her lips with his once more. Theirs was a bond she may never understand but damn it felt good!
Somewhere in the night she fell asleep in his arms. She knew they would wake up to an uncertain world but that was okay because soon they would find a way to make things right again.
The End
About the Author
Alicia’s interest in romance began as a child when she used to hide out reading her mom’s forbidden romance novels. She remembers very distinctly the first time she ever read Gone with the Wind and was instantly hooked on the concept of the Southern gentlemanly rake. She likes to think that there’s a little bit of Rhett in all of her heroes, whether they be sexy cowboys or dark and brooding rock stars.
Always writing against a soundtrack, Alicia finds inspiration for her cowboys and contemporary heroes from country musicians such as Kenny Chesney. Her love for the gothadelic sounds of Type O Negative has inspired several vampire stories and stories about tragically beautiful musicians. Other inspirations include the music of Saliva, Van Halen, Santana, Blake Shelton, and Prince. (She’s a Gemini. That explains the wide variety of influences!)
Alicia has completed several manuscripts ranging from comedic contemporaries to dark, sexy paranormals and fantastical futuristics.
Her favorite ice cream is Godiva’s dark chocolate truffle. Eaten straight from the container, it is almost—almost—as good as reading erotica!
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