The wind blew harder and he was having a difficult time rowing against the force, but at least he loved watching her. Her hair was plastered to her face and she lifted the soaked locks, pushing her fingers through the thick mass. He was glad the rain was loud so she couldn’t hear his heavy breathing. The temperature had dropped and clouds of vapor formed around his mouth.
The top of her shirt dipped lower, exposing the lace trim of her blue bra. He hadn’t had this much longing in years.
A loud crack hit the sky and, what he didn’t think was possible, the rain came down even harder. She was laughing louder too.
He bit his bottom lip, not wanting to succumb to this whirlwind of emotion, but he found himself smiling, then laughing because he couldn’t deny how crazy this all was. What was the use in not seeing the humor of the situation? He could think of far worse places to be than with her in a storm.
They finally reached the dock and Penn climbed out first, then he helped her out. He tied the canoe onto the pole at record speed. When he turned, he found Harley staring at him. Her laughter was gone and there was a new shine in her eyes. His breath caught as he skimmed his gaze down the outline of her breasts that were magnificently visible through the wet blouse. Her nipples were hard. His cock stirred and every muscle in his body tightened.
His hands ached to touch her, roll his hands over every inch, and explore her wet and moist parts. He wanted to know all of her. He wanted her to become his lover.
She took his hand and together they ran up the path to the truck.
*****
They were barely beyond the front door of his house when they were in each other’s arms. Penn pressed her up against the wall, the very place where he’d kissed her for the first time. Harley moaned in delight when he went on a kissing frenzy, starting at her forehead, her brow, her nose, each cheek, and her neck. Then he finally kicked the door closed with his foot.
They were dripping wet, creating a puddle beneath their feet on the floor, but there was also a puddle growing inside of her body. She was melting underneath his warm touch.
He pulled back, his eyes lit with a fire she’d never seen in a man before, especially when looking at her. “Baby, is this okay?”
She loved that he cared for her thoughts and feelings. “Yes.”
“Do you realize how you make me want you? Need you?”
She looked away, but his finger on her chin made her look at him and face what he was telling her. “I know what I’m feeling and it’s amazing,” she whispered.
Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her mouth to his, aware of the thick bulge behind his zipper. Her core swelled in desire. The knowledge that she turned him on made her feel powerful, wanted beyond explanation. Taking advantage of his nearness, she cupped his warm cheek, inhaling sharply, gathering his scent like a sponge to water.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against her palm, groaning deep in his chest. She lifted her fingers, threading them into his damp hair. She looked up into his eyes. They were darker now, full of desire. He was a Greek God, strong, beautiful and amazing. Every detail came together to create an irresistible man—a man she could spend her life with.
She eased against him, her hardened nipples grazing his chest, causing ripples of need to erupt through her. She brought her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. The sandpapery scraping of his beard tickled her lips. She could only imagine how good the sensation would feel on her inner thighs.
“I want to take you to my bedroom,” he whispered.
She nodded, incapable of trusting her voice to work.
Slowly, they moved down the hallway, hand in hand. Once they were inside, he turned on the lamp and his gaze skimmed her body. “Don’t move, sweetheart.” He stepped into the bathroom and came back with a fresh towel. She reached for it, but he didn’t hand it over. Instead, he rubbed it over her body, her hair, until she was warm and no longer dripping. He brought the towel around her shoulders.
She watched him take a step back and toe off one boot then the other. Then his wet socks. He unbuttoned his shirt and she could only stare in astonishment as his thick arms moved with strength, dragging the clingy material off his broad shoulders. She ached to measure his chest, his abs, and his…she dropped her eyes to his bulging crotch. Yes, she wanted to measure that as well.
Her cheeks warmed and he must have read every naughty thought because his smile spoke volumes.
He tossed his shirt over the bed post.
Harley breathe!
Her mouth watered as she took his bare chest. She’d seen many a man’s chest on TV, in magazines, at the gym, but none of them compared to Penn’s body. He was toned and she wondered if he’d gotten the valleys and masculine dips from rowing the boat? She followed his six pack to the path of crisp, dark hair under his belly button that disappeared into the waist of his jeans.
Brazen and full of need, she stepped forward and kneeled before him. With quivering fingers, she tugged at the large belt buckle, reading the name ‘Jericho’ engraved in the metal. Under his name was a bull with a rider on its back. Easing the metal from leather, she pulled the belt from his waist and set it aside. She kissed the smooth skin above his jeans, licking and nibbling. He sucked in a deep breath.
He gripped her shoulders lightly as his chest moved up and down with ragged breaths. “Harley, the moment I laid eyes upon you, I wanted you. Wanted this. Does that make me wrong?”
She shook her head. “If so, then we’re both wrong.”
“You should also know that I find you to be the loveliest, sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my hands on. Everything about you excites me, intrigues me.”
Before she knew what was happening, he had his hands under her arms and he was lifting her to her feet. He grabbed the hem of her blouse and practically tore it from her body. “Forgive me for my clumsiness,” he said through tight lips.
She chuckled. “You’re forgiven.”
He reached around, unhooked her bra and the damp material floated away forgotten. He stared unapologetically at her bare breasts. Her skin tingled and she had a strong urge to cover herself, but before she could follow through, he was holding her hands. “Don’t hide yourself from me, baby. You’re beautiful. Such beauty should never be hidden.”
She licked her lips. Her gaze naturally dropped to his lips and he must have understood what she was hoping. His head bent down, capturing one nipple, searing her puckered skin with a hot, wet caress of his mouth. Her toes curled and her inner thighs weeped for what would come. He pulled back. His eyes wild and frenzied. “Hell, it’s going to take every bit of control I have to take things slow.” There was a scar on his forehead, right below his hairline. A dark freckle on his eyelid. She wanted to explore every place on his body, find every mark and flaw that made him who he was as a man.
He exhaled and his breath was sweet. She knew his lips were just as sweet. He scattered kisses across her face, and when he reached her lips, he rolled the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. He kissed each corner and she opened her mouth, inviting him in. He obliged her, but he quickly dipped his tongue in, and withdrew it several times. He was teasing her.
His fingers came to her wrists, lifting her arms high above her head, bringing her breasts higher. He groaned and licked his lips, feasting his gaze on her before he skimmed his hands down her sides. She jerked, but then his hands were at her hips, her waist, finding the button and zipper of her jeans. Before she knew what happened, lingering in a passionate fog, her jeans were gone and he hooked his thumbs in her panties, slowly peeling them down her quaking legs.
“You have goosebumps.” He smoothed his large, callused hands over her skin.
“I’m excited.” She trembled under his touch.
“Lift your foot, sweetheart.” She stepped out of her panties and he laid them aside.
*****
He was at eye level with her pussy. She wasn’t bare as he’d expected. She had a thin patch of hair that hid her pink lips fr
om view. He’d be certain to touch, lick, suckle and take his time with that treasure soon.
He stood and lifted her into his arms, taking her to the bed and laying her down in the center of the comforter. Her warm eyes were on him as he lingered above her, taking in her full breasts, the cherry colored nipples that were as hard as pebbles. The way her silken skin stretched across her ribs, to the slight dip of her belly button. He settled on her inner thighs, seeing them quiver under his study, before skimming his gaze even lower over her luscious thighs and calves. Her toes were curled and the toenail polished was chipped.
Sliding to the bed, he joined her. She touched his chest, gliding the tips of her fingers over his nipples. He shuddered. She continued to trace his shoulders, his biceps, lingering on the muscles that were now tense with need. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful man.”
“I love having your hands on me. Your soft touch feels good.”
As she continued to sweep her slender fingers over him, his excitement tripled and he trembled from head to toe. And when she wrapped her pretty lips around one flat nipple, he jerked in delight, not realizing he had so many nerve endings in such a small part of him. His breath hissed from his tight lips when she flirted with the nipple—using her tongue to flick it, her teeth to nibble it. Then she moved to the other one, gave it a gentle rolling of her tongue before she skimmed her teeth over the nub.
“Shit, you’re going to make me nothing but a sack of bones.”
“I’m sure I don’t stack up to Saucy, but it’s easy to be seductive when you want something so badly,” she teased.
“There is no comparison, baby. You have taken up residence in every part of me,” he assured her. He was turned on and as hard as stone. He lowered his body, pressing their naked flesh together, rubbing his chest against her swollen nipples. Moving his hand down her body to the mound between her legs, he caressed the moist flesh, absorbing the heat radiating from her crux. “Nothing can compare to this sweet, wet treasure.” Swirling one finger along the soaked seam, he caressed his way into the delicate folds, rubbing the silken skin covering her clit. He coaxed the head to swell. “You’re slick with cream,” he growled. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her head thrashed from side to side, and her back arched. “Ahh, you like my touch. I love that your responsive.”
“Yes!” she moaned.
“Take my jeans off, sweetheart,” he said next to her ear. He wanted her hands on him.
“With pleasure,” she cooed. She walked her fingers down his chest and his stomach, landing on the waist of the damp jeans. But she made no quick move for the button and zipper that were bulging from his need. Instead, she grasped his knob through the material and squeezed, then drew an invisible line with her thumb along the entire line of his erection. She wasn’t done. She swirled the sensitive tip with the pad of her finger, tapped a nail against the head that sent a jolt through his system. He inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth, conjuring control he wasn’t sure he had.
As if she was enjoying her sweet torture, she continued to follow the thick bulge, caressing him until his cock grew above the waistband. She glided her nails along the slick knob. “I’m not the only one that’s creaming.”
“Yeah, I could explode.” He watched her swipe her finger across his tip, mesmerized as she brought her finger to her lips and darted her tongue out to lick him up. Holy fuck! His lungs deflated and he wasn’t sure if he could last long enough to sink deep into her body.
She was back at his waistband, tugging the button loose. The zipper teeth screamed in the silence. “Help me,” she encouraged.
Together they pushed the wet fabric from his hips. His dick shot up and slapped his stomach as if in salutation for being let free from the constraints. Eager and wide-eyed, she clamped her fingers around his girth, rolling up and down, playing him like a fiddle. Her fingers were warm and sent electricity through his veins.
“Do you like?”
“Of course. Question is, will it fit?” she teased.
Seeing the excitement sparkle in her chocolate eyes and the flush in her pale cheeks made him proud and dizzy.
He lost his train of thought as she pumped him, tightening her fist around him, then rubbing his sensitive head until more cream covered the slit. It was a roller coaster of sensation. When she joined both of her hands together to encircle his shaft, he thought he’d implode. It had taken her only a matter of minutes to have him straining and hanging on the edge of release for dear life.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she slid down his body, wrapping her lips around his cock, suckling him deep into her mouth while still fisting him with her slender hands. Her mouth wasn’t quite big enough to take all of him, but she mastered impartiality, not letting any of his cock feel left out.
When she withdrew her mouth just enough so she could kiss the mushroom head, her tongue came out to swirl and curl around the damp slit, licking him like a favorite ice cream cone. He never in his life had known such pleasure. She dipped her mouth over him again, drawing him deep and her moan sent a wave of tremors along the shaft. “You’re so damn good at driving me crazy with that little tongue and sweet lips. I can only imagine what you can do with that body.”
“I like this. A lot.” She looked up his body, nailing him with her gaze through thick lashes.
She began a faster rhythm. Lips. Tongue. Hands. All working simultaneously to deliver him to ecstasy. “Yes, baby. Fuck me with that mouth.” He cupped the back of her head, pulling her curtain of hair away from her face so he could watch her drive him into a frenzy. “Yes. That’s good. Suck it. Make it yours, sweetheart.”
Her tongue was back on his fleshy head, polishing it with her saliva, then following the bulging vein along the backside of his shaft to his balls. She kissed the base, then continued lower to give his sac attention. She cupped and gently palmed them. “You’re killing me,” he muttered.
She must have taken his words as an invitation because she didn’t show him any mercy. Instead, she brought her attention back to his cock, sucking the taut skin, walking her fingers and lips upward to the tip, before plunging deep again. He could feel her throat constrict and it sent a whirlwind of feeling through him, wrapping every part of him in the amazing sensation.
He couldn’t back away from the abyss any longer. Her tongue was like a soft chain, dragging him closer to the fingers of fire until his body tightened, his balls panged, and he was a goner. “I’m coming.” He expected her to pull away, but she didn’t. She kept him deep in her mouth, drinking in his release.
She sat up, wiped the back of her hand across her lips and smiled. She cuddled up next to him.
“My turn.” He pressed her back to the comforter and she easily submitted to his hand spreading her knees wide.
Growling, he took in her glistening, pink folds before he dipped his face to the precious treasure.
Penn kissed the moist seam, then darted his tongue along the delicate swell, easing open the lips. Her juices were thick and slick, an aphrodisiac to his taste buds. He coaxed her open further, playing with her crux, charming his way into her passage with his tongue to lap up more of her cream. He devoured her flesh with his kisses, loved having his face buried in her pussy. Her hips ground against his lips as her cream thickened. His cock was hard and throbbing again. “Fuck! I can’t take another second.”
Penn lifted himself, buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her vanilla scent. He devoured each nipple while burying his fingers in her pussy. Through blurred vision, he reached to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and hit record time in ripping it open and sheathing himself in the protection.
“I can’t promise that I’ll last long.”
In response, she opened her legs wide and motioned for him to come to her. He growled, catching a glimpse of her glistening pussy before pressing his tip against her passage. She was so wet and ready, his cock slid in a few inches, but then met constraint. Her tight walls constricted around his head a
nd he had to concentrate on his breathing to keep from bursting a hole through the condom. She brought her knees high at his sides, making things even smaller in her passage. She gripped him in a vice-like grasp that made him grow another few inches. Slowly, he eased deeper into her body.
He had to gain control before he was finally capable of moving, sliding his cock in and out, stretching her body to adjust to his size. She wasn’t as patient. Harley lifted her hips high and he sunk deeper into her. He was blinded with a foreign lust, consumed in a cloud that engulfed him. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last, but until he came, he planned to take her to heaven and back. He moved in rhythm, sliding his cock along her coiled muscles, bringing his erection to the very tip, then ramming it home again and again.
Her nails dug into the skin on his back, clawing him, leaving her mark on his body. Sweat slicked their bodies and he could hear his heart thrumming loudly in his ears. Or was that her heart beat? At this point he wasn’t sure where his ended and hers began. Their bodies united, claiming one another.
He needed to push her orgasm along. He brought his hand to one plump nipple and squeezed, the nub hardened more under his touch. Her pussy tightened, embracing him in return. Her precious moan bounced off the walls as the flames of desire licked his insides. He sunk so deep he could have sworn he reached her heart. Together they climbed the exotic mountain and released.
CHAPTER NINE
THERE WAS NO uneasiness between them as they stirred from each other’s hold, waking up from a nap after they’d made love again and again.
“Are you thirsty?” Penn asked as he slid from bed, pulled on a dry pair of worn, faded jeans that fit him amazingly. He turned at the doorway and said, “Meet you in the kitchen in ten minutes?”
“Okay.” Hell, she believed she would have said yes to any of his questions. She was basking in post orgasm and nothing quite compared.
She climbed from bed and looked at the rumpled sheets, smiling. Making love with Penn…well, there were no words to describe how wonderful they’d been together.
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