Stephen joined her in the bedroom almost immediately, and she smiled at his promptness. He walked over to her as she knelt on the edge of the bed, her hands behind her back.
“What do you have?” he asked. She showed him a box of condoms then dumped them on the bed. He laughed and nodded as she smiled. She was definitely prepared. He chuckled again. “Should I even ask?”
“It was part of my birthday gift.”
“From your stepsister again?” When she nodded, he chuckled and shook his head. “She must be a very—”
“Oh yeah, she most definitely is,” she agreed.
When he stood in front of her she grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and slowly, seductively pulled it up over her head. She was completely naked. He smiled and licked his lips at seeing her, obviously enjoying the view. “You like?” she asked timidly.
“No, not yet,” he said, then reached out and ran his finger around her breast causing the nipple to tighten instantly. She shivered. Smiling at his quick handiwork, he repeated the action on the other breast. He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there smiling and nodding. Her nipples seemed to get even harder under his intense stare. “Now I like.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he immediately encircled her waist and drew her flush to his body. He kissed her and her mind went to mush as she moaned the pleasure of her consent. Swept up in the power of his merciless passion, she eagerly surrendered her body, melting to his. He sucked her tongue, delving deep, then licked and tickled the roof of her mouth. The kiss was exquisite. Nothing like she’d ever experienced before. She squirmed and writhed against his deep penetration increasing an even greater lustful hunger with each movement. She tried to give as good as she got, but he was too masterful and she was just too impatient.
She was breathless when the kiss ended. And all she wanted was him back in her mouth again. But he didn’t oblige, not right away. Instead he showered her with tiny kisses from her mouth to her ear, then down her neck and over her shoulder. She nearly shattered into pieces before arching back. She called out his name but he instantly silenced her with his mouth on hers in a mind-blowing kiss that was off the scale.
He devoured her, once again penetrating her mouth as his hands played havoc with her senses. He kneaded and caressed her breasts then reached back to fondle her rear, playfully massaging her ample ripeness, pressing her ever closer to his hardness. He held her closer, going deeper and deeper. When he released her mouth he dipped to suckle her breasts. She arched back giving him all he wanted and more.
He pulled the hardened nipple into his mouth, kissed and licked them mercilessly. She gasped and moaned, barely mindful of anything other than his mouth on her body. He parted her legs, her knees buckled, but he held her so tight she didn’t even notice. He began touching her, caressing her, stroking her. She held tight to his shoulders, rocking her hips to his rhythm. The sweet, sensual madness had begun, but this time she wanted more. She wanted all of him. “No,” she gasped, “I want you inside me this time.”
“Paciencia, mi amor,” he said. “Paciencia.”
Breathlessly she called out his name as passion pushed her closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy. She grabbed his shoulders, holding tight, feeling the swell of abandoned rapture surge through her. “Now, Stephen,” she gasped. But he continued kissing and licking her breast and his hand prodded her further, stroking her. “Stephen, I want you inside me.”
Her hand slid down his shoulder to the elastic waistband of his briefs. “Take these off,” she requested. He did, instantly freeing his erection. She looked down at him. He was much bigger and longer than she anticipated. “Lay back,” she said. When he did, she grabbed a condom off the bed then sat on top of him, straddling his naked body. She smiled down at him as she opened the package and protected them both in one smooth motion. Then she rose up and impaled herself onto his steel erection. His length and thickness made her gasp. She closed her eyes tight, sitting still and enjoying the slow, sweet burn of her body surrounding his. He filled her completely and she loved it.
Then she began to move, riding his body slow and easy at first, like an undulating wave. She gelled and rolled, rocked and pitched, swaying her hips after each plunge. His shaft throbbed and swelled fuller, tightening each time she mounted and released him. She raised her hands above her head quickening the pace, and his hands covered her breasts and his fingers tweaked her nipples. She quivered as her hips continued to gyrate. She gorged her fill with even more of him over and over again.
Then in progression the cadence slowly increased. Her breathing halted as she gasped for air. A scream, buried deep, threatened to release, but still she moved faster. The accelerated friction of her body grinding his sent wave after wave of torrid tremors into her. She quivered and quaked and kept going, faster and faster, in and out, rocking her hips to her rhythm.
Her heart beat wildly and her breathing was erratic. This was too much. She expected to pass out in the next few seconds. But she didn’t. She just kept rocking her hips, grinding his body, faster and faster. Her head spun; she was losing her balance. She leaned over grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. He held her hips and then reached up to capture a nipple in his mouth. The unexpected delight made her shriek. He suckled hard, licked and lavished all manner of pleasure-pain to her nipple and breast. She called out his name, still rocking, riding him, on and off, in and out, faster and faster.
Abandoning all restraint, she felt a fierce hunger as each thrusting motion drew moans and gasps of rapturous pleasure from her. She surged closer and closer to the edge, then with one last deep plunge she tipped over. Her climax was blinding. She screamed, digging her nails deep into his skin. Seconds later she screamed again as he followed, calling her name and spilling the abundance of his force into her. He went stiff, yet his erection was still firm. He rocked his hips, hitting the tiny, throbbing bud again, making her scream once more. He obviously liked the way she bit her nails into his skin because he made her scream again and again. Each time he arched his hips she climaxed. Shuddering and shaking, quivering breathlessly, she barely gasped, “Enough.” He stilled, letting her be. She collapsed and lay on top of him, drained and completely spent.
“Paciencia, mi amor,” he said. “We’re not done yet.”
Still breathless, Mia smiled, intrigued by his statement. Her mind was hazy, swimming wildly in the afterglow of his skills. No book ever warned her about this, about him. She couldn’t imagine what he was talking about, but she soon found out.
He lay her beside him and began touching her, massaging her body from top to bottom. “Esta, mi amor, es mi fantasía,” he whispered.
Mia didn’t respond. She knew the words, “this, my love, is my fantasy.” But, she was too far gone to think about what he’d said. Her body had been cherished, loved and devoured. She’d lost control and loved it. By the time he’d finished touching her she was ready for more. With him on the bottom and her on top again, they danced the horizontal dance of love once more.
An hour later, Stephen looked at the woman sleeping in the bed beside him. Their naked bodies were intertwined as her legs wrapped leisurely over and between his. He wasn’t dreaming. Mia was really here and they’d just made love. He looked down at his sleeping beauty. This was the woman he’d been fixated on for the last several months. She was as beautiful as he’d fantasized, his dream come to life. How could he have fallen even more in love with her?
Leo had talked about her nonstop, about her childhood living with her overprotective grandmother, her time with her mother drifting from stepfather to stepfather. But the times she stayed with him here in Key West were his favorite conversations. They talked for hours about their father-daughter fishing trips, boating, sailing, even walks on the beach. They shopped, picnicked, played ball, laughed and talked.
At first Stephen was slightly envious of Mia. She had done things with Leo that he would have loved to have done. Things his own father had never taken the time to do with him. C
arlos Morales was always too busy. He was obsessed with power and success. Having grown up wealthy, he pushed to remain on top. This required him to work long and hard, and like his struggling father before, he never had time for family. He still didn’t. In the end, it was his loss. And it was Stephen’s friendship with Leo that had evolved into Stephen’s only father-son relationship.
They went fishing, hung out at the local sporting events and did exactly what he intended to do with his sons and daughters. Stephen smiled, looking down on the woman that would bear his children. Of course she had no idea how he felt. He couldn’t risk scaring her. So as much as he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, he held back and showed her instead.
She hummed and snuggled closer to his body. He looked down the length of her perfectly naked form. His arousal returned instantly. She was everything he ever wanted and now she was here. In time he hoped to make her his. He reached out and gently stroked her face.
She awoke smiling. “Hmm, hey,” she purred dreamily.
“Hey yourself,” he said, smiling at her.
“What were you doing?”
“Watching you sleep.”
“Funny, you don’t look like a crazed psychopath.”
He laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, I’m not. I was just remembering some of the things Leo and I talked about.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“You.”
She shook her head. “See, that’s so odd that the two of you were friends. My dad didn’t have a lot of friends. He always found a way to alienate them.”
“Oh, he tried with me, too. We had our massive blowout, but eventually he and I came to an understanding.”
“What was the blowout about?” she asked.
“Family and fathers,” he said.
“Fathers?” she asked, then sat up slightly. “Are you a father?”
He smiled. “No, not yet.”
She nodded thankfully, hoping she didn’t look as relieved as she felt. For reasons she wasn’t ready to analyze, she didn’t want to think about Stephen’s other life just yet. She wanted him all to herself. If there was a woman somewhere in the background, that’s where she wanted her to stay, at least for tonight. “But you want to be a father, right?”
“Yes, I think I’d like ten, maybe fifteen kids.”
Mia laughed. “Are you insane? What woman is going to have ten or fifteen kids?”
“Perhaps you,” he said too seriously. Mia looked at him oddly. He stilled, hoping he hadn’t scared her. By the expression on her face, he had. He quickly regrouped. “I’m joking,” he said playfully, smiling and hoping she’d relax again. Mia smiled. When her expression changed, he relaxed. “Okay, ten or fifteen kids might be a bit much. Maybe I’ll compromise.”
“I think that’s wise,” she said easily.
“Do you want children and how many?” he asked her.
“Uh, to tell you the truth I haven’t really thought about it lately. Before, like you, I wanted like a dozen kids. I was an only child, except for my stepsisters, so I wanted a huge family. Then I got engaged a few years back. Don’t ask, it didn’t end well. Anyway, now I don’t know if I want any.”
“I hope you change your mind. You’d be a wonderful mother.”
“You think so?” she asked.
“Definitely,” he said.
“You’re nothing like him, you know. My dad.”
“Actually, I’m more like Leo than you’d think.”
“If that’s the case, then that would make you arrogant and egotistical. That’s how my mom always described my dad. She said that was the reason she married him. She fell in love with his talent and bravado. Then she realized that the man and the bravado were easier to live with than the man and the talent. He was too good for his own good.” She shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
“But you don’t really know me, do you?”
“No, I suppose I don’t, not really.” Then, considering the circumstance, she added, “I can’t believe I’m lying in bed with a complete stranger.”
He reached down and plucked her nipple. “I wouldn’t exactly say we were complete strangers. We did just make love. And…” He leaned down capturing her mouth and kissed her possessively.
Mia’s body ignited and her mind whirled in a million different directions. To hell with rational thinking. This was lust, pure and simple. And right now, for once in her perfectly processed and controlled life, she intended to step up and take something for herself. She smiled, feeling the firm strength of Stephen’s chest as he rolled on top of her. He was already hard and she was wet and ready. She looked down at his bold erection and smiled. This was for her.
“Do you remember chapter seventeen?” he asked. She shook her head and reached for the book. She found the page, looked at him and smiled, anticipating the time of her life.
He leaned up and took his time looking down her body. She smiled and spread her legs for him. His hand stroked her breasts then her stomach, ending between her legs. She gasped and bit her lower lip. This man was too intense. In turn she touched his mouth then scratched her nails down his neck to his chest then as low as she could reach, pressing harder and harder as she went. She knew she’d leave a mark. But she wanted possession this time and he understood.
An instant later he grabbed a condom and covered himself. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him down hard onto her body. He thrust into her and she shrieked with blinding delight. This was what she wanted, intensity and power. The fierceness of her insatiable hunger for him drove her to rapturous anticipation. He surged and she met each thrust with equal fervor. Unrestrained and with abandoned vigor she sought the darker side of her passion. Shelved was the tender, sensual lovemaker. This time she wanted him too much for that.
Thrust after thrust they plowed and plunged deeper and deeper, penetrating their lustful passion for release. Then as the wave approached she delighted as it came fast and furious taking them at the same time. In pushup form he held still and she whipped her hips higher and higher, meeting his body in midair. She maneuvered just right to catch her swollen nub as she welcomed his engorged shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her body off the bed and letting the power of his arms and legs seal them together. She screamed his name and he called out to her. He held firm and she shuddered and quaked. The pinnacle, the orgasm, the climax, the mind-mangling come arrived in all its ravenous rage. And it was better than anything she had ever experienced.
Spent and quivering, Stephen eased his body down onto her then beside her, rolling over and holding her close. A fear had gripped him. He wanted her so much that perhaps his blinding passion had been too powerful. “Mia, talk to me. Are you okay?”
“I have never been more okay in my life,” she rasped, still breathless. She snuggled closer and formed her body to the now familiar position. They fell asleep almost immediately. And all she could think about was the next time.
Chapter 10
Morning came, but it wasn’t the happy shining brightness she remembered so well from her childhood visits to Key West. On the contrary, the weather was still bad, but perhaps not as bad as the night before. Or maybe it just seemed better having Stephen there with her. The winds seemed to have died down for now and the torrential rain had slackened to a perpetually steady downpour. Lying still, Mia listened as the wind gusts trembled the shingles on the roof and rocked the tree branches into the side of the house. The sounds were ominous, although again, not nearly as bad as it was the night before.
It was going to be one of those days. She could feel it. Just like yesterday when everything seemed to go wrong—the drive down in the horrific weather, the courthouse closing early. Only Stephen had been the exception to the day’s insanity. She smiled as her body seemed to ease deeper into the cushion of the mattress just by thinking about him. Her thoughts drifted back to their time together.
The man was insatiable. His appetite for bringing her to climax was ravenous. She
came so many times she’d lost count. Sleepily she reached out hoping to find him still beside her, but she knew he wouldn’t be. He had kissed her and whispered earlier that he needed to get to work. She vividly remembered him touching and stroking her breast to awaken her, then his naked body pressed intimately behind hers. He was already erect and she was already wet for him. They’d made love then he kissed her and slipped away.
Mia smiled and stretched, opening her eyes. She lazily looked around her childhood bedroom. The first thing she saw was the book lying open on the nightstand. The next thing she realized was that she was still naked. She smiled, remembering all of chapter twelve. They’d proved it could be done, twice.
She got up slowly and wrapped the sheet around her stiff body. Last night she’d used muscles she didn’t even know she had. Damn, that man was amazing. She shivered just thinking about chapter seventeen. Smiling a silly grin, she kicked the sheet behind her. She should really be embarrassed, but for some reason she just couldn’t muster the emotion. Last night was phenomenal. Stephen was phenomenal. She had no idea sex could be so incredible. She wasn’t a virgin, but she might as well have been before last night.
She checked her cell phone on the dresser; it had no signal. Then she toggled the light switch. Still no electricity. Afterward she went into the kitchen and found a bag with a folded paper attached. She opened and read the note aloud. “‘I thought you might need sustenance after last night. I’ll see you later, Stephen.’” She chuckled and looked into the bag. There was a cup of hot tea, a wrapped pastry, orange juice and water. She pulled out and prepared her tea then opened her pastry and took a bite. The warm chewy delight was filled with a quichelike mixture. She ate half and drank her juice before even sitting down.
After breakfast she washed up, changed clothes and straightened up her bedroom. If Stephen was coming back as he’d mentioned, she didn’t want the place to be a complete mess.
Outside it was still raining, but the wind gusts didn’t seem as severe. She hoped that the hurricane might be winding down. It seemed a perfect time to go outside and assess the storm’s damage.
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