by Yvette Hines
At least she didn’t have to worry about her car conking out on her, thanks to her uncle and Richard. Just the thought of him caused heat to infuse her body. Her mind returned to the conversation she had with Tasha. Regardless of her feelings toward Richard, there were a lot of unanswered questions. Yes, he had kissed her, but did he want a relationship? Was he just curious?
She wanted him. There was no doubt about that, but did she want to put her heart on the line where he was concerned, again?
Chapter Five
Richard heard the knock at the door. Setting his mug down on the counter he turned off the eye before heading to the living room. Max stood up from his place by the stove.
“Well, Max, looks like we’ve got company.”
Max gave a soft bark.
“Maybe it’s some beautiful snow bunny,” he rubbed his dog’s head.
Opening the door, he saw who stood there and said, “Merry Christmas to me.”
Lorna smiled and his heart beat firm in his chest. He loved the light sparkling in her brown eyes and the curl of her full lips. Lorna was beautiful no matter how he looked at her.
“The snow is clogging the roads. This was the first house I came upon.”
“Thank God for snow.” He and Max stepped back so she could come in.
This time she giggled. “Do you mind if I stay here until Mr. Julian comes through?”
“Be my guest, please.” He helped her out of her jacket. “I was just about to have some cocoa, would you like some?”
“Is it your mom’s recipe from the restaurant?”
“I don’t know how to make it any other way.”
“I have perfected the packet.” She still stood by the door and fidgeted with her hands. He wondered if she was nervous around him. Maybe that kiss had set her off balance as it did him.
Max used that moment to bump against her thigh.
“Wow, Max you have really gotten big.” Kneeling down in front of the golden retriever she stroked him behind the ears. “You’re all grown up now, boy.”
He watched Max’s eyes close as if he was in paradise. His dog had a heart for Lorna since he was a puppy. He use to take Max to the lake in high school and his dog would find her out of the masses every time.
“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch and Max will keep you company while I get the drinks.”
“Do you mind if I use your phone? So, I can call my parents?”
“Sure. You’re parents are probably worried, they should know your safe from the storm.”
Leading the way deeper into his front room, Richard showed her to the chair by the phone.
While she called her parents, Max laid his chin on her lap as she idly stroked his head.
Richard went into the kitchen for the drinks. He’d only returned an hour ago from the restaurant.
They only opened for breakfast and lunch on Christmas Eve and closed on Christmas. If he’d delayed in town he would have been stuck and missed this time with Lorna. That he would have regretted.
The fact that he had Lorna in his house alone was making his heart and mind race. He’d dreamed about this moment so often he wanted to pinch himself to ensure it was real.
Placing the mugs on a serving tray, he topped them with whipped cream and set a saucer with four molasses cookies beside them. He went into his pantry and collected the last item and put it on the tray under a pile of napkins.
“The house is beautiful. My dad told me about you and your father building it a few years ago.” She commented when he entered the living room.
She was standing before the fire place staring at the pictures of his family on the mantel.
“Thanks. I didn’t think it would ever be done. I’m glad you like it. I’m pretty proud of the finished product.” He set the tray down and waited for her to join him.
Crossing the room, she sat down hesitantly on the couch and picked up a mug. He settled beside her, leaving about a foot of space between them. It was more than he wanted to leave, but he noticed her anxiousness.
“I’ll give you a tour later.”
“I’d like that.” She cupped her hand around her mug and sipped.
They drank in companionable silence and gazed into the fire. As usual, Max opted for sleep in front of the fireplace over visiting with company.
Shifting his body, Richard turned toward Lorna. “About the other night…”
“Glad you brought that up. I should have thanked you for helping me get gifts to my parents.”
Continuing to babble, she said, “If I’d known this was your house, I would’ve brought the presents in so you could see them. The Huntley’s did a great job.”
“Lorna.”
She stopped talking and stared at him. He wasn’t sure what got her attention, whether it was hearing her name or his hand on her thigh.
Her eyes met his briefly before they lowered to his hand.
He noticed the rise and fall of her breast. “Lorna, I wasn’t talking about the money, but everything else.”
She captured him with those brown eyes again. “There’s nothing to talk about. I think we both got a little carried away in the moment. No big deal.”
He lifted the hand on her lap and cupped her face admiring the light and dark contrast of their skin. “You’re wrong. I didn’t get carried away in a moment. I’m not seventeen anymore.”
She stared at him, appearing unsure of his words. “Seventeen?”
“The first time I kissed you.”
“How’d you discover it was me?” Her gaze searched his.
Leaning over, he set his cup down and plucked the napkin off the tray and lifted the small package that was hiding underneath.
“Sugarplums.” A smile stretched her thick lips. “Those are my fav--”
“Favorite. I know.” Opening the cellophane he pulled out one of the purple sugary treats.
She placed her drink on the tray. “When I got home I was happy to see your families’ restaurant still made them.”
“All year around. I made sure of that.”
“For me?” Her words were soft almost shy.
“Yes. We had something between us since that day in the forest, Lorna, and I’ve wanted nothing else but to explore that since then.”
“Richard.”
Using his free hand, he guided the sweet treat across her lips.
They parted and her tongue sneaked out and caught the crystal trail causing him to groan. He returned the other way and she did it again.
“Let me kiss you, Lorna.”
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning towards him.
“Understand this, my sugarplum fairy. I won’t stop until I’ve kissed you everywhere, tasted every inch of your delicious body. Are you prepared for that?”
“Yes.”
Pressing the oval shaped candy to her lips, he requested, “Lick it.”
Without question, her tongue came out and began to swirl around the tip. Around and around it went until the top half of the candy was shiny and wet, and he was close to coming in his pants. He couldn’t help imagine how her tongue would look circling the tip of his cock.
Unable to take one more delicious moment without tasting her, he tossed the candy plum on the napkin and kissed her. She was a blended delicacy, sugar coated Lorna. Capturing her tongue he pulled it into his mouth. He didn’t know how long the kiss went on and he didn’t care. The only thing he concentrated on was pleasuring her.
When she sighed, he moved from her succulent mouth and dragged his tongue along the side of her neck. They warred with each other’s clothes. He was excited to know that she was just as turned on as he was. Thankful he wasn’t going to be brought to his knees begging her.
As their tops landed on the floor, he said, “Your breasts are beautiful. My imagination didn’t do them justice.” He palmed the perky twins in his hands, coated with ginger and topped with plump raisins.
“You dreamed of what my breast would look like?”
“Sugarplu
m, there isn’t an inch of your body I haven’t fantasized about or a position I haven’t thought of us in.” He flicked his thumbs over her nipples.
She quivered. “Really?” Her eyes lowered to his hands. “Which position was your favorite?”
“Remove your pants and I’ll show you.”
Her gaze seized his as she stood up from the couch. First one boot came off, then the other. She slowly began to unfasten her jeans.
Richard stared into her eyes before lowering to the movement of her hands. The zipper slid down, revealing the slight curve of her abdomen to his sight, he loved her body. She pushed her pants and bikini briefs down, and then stepped out of them.
“You’re gorgeous, Lorna.” Rising he moved toward her and cupped her breast again, then lowered them down her sides, brushed the back of his hand across the small triangle of brown hair covering her sex. He continued to her firm thighs and back up. “Breathtaking and beautiful.”
He kissed her again. Passionately taking control of her mouth the way he planned to do to her sex.
Both of them were breathing hard when they parted.
Stepping to the mantle he removed something from the top.
Escorting Lorna back to the couch he instructed her to sit as he dropped to his knees before her, placing the small holiday plant on her abdomen.
“Mistletoe?”
“I do believe we didn’t quite finish our bet. I’d hate for someone to call the kiss into question.”
He took note of the passion flaring in her eyes as she clearly understood his intentions. Grabbing her knees, he separated her thighs, wide. Sliding his hands up her legs he delighted in the sight of her plump pussy lips glistening with her juices. Like a flower in the spring time she was in full bloom, her petals open to him with her stiff stem displayed and filled with nectar awaiting him.
Bowing his head, he inhaled the mouth watering scent, Lorna. Nothing was equal. The other night at the restaurant, he’d caught a slight hint of her scent kneeling before her, but it was nothing compared to this.
Without any further hesitation he tasted her. He took a leisure exploration of her sex with his tongue from ass to clit. Slipping through her cream, he made love to her with his mouth. Circling and tapping the stiff nub, he created a rhythm.
She thrust her hips upward and fisted his hair. He didn’t slack in his determination to bring the beautiful woman to ecstasy. He stroked her slit, suckled her clit, and drove his tongue deep into her cunt loving the feel of her walls squeezing around him.
Licking her plump lips, he returned to the seat of her desire taking it into his mouth as his slid one then two fingers inside her. She bucked against his face and her legs trembled as she moaned.
Sensing how close she was to coming, Richard continued his oral assault showing her no mercy.
Slipping his fingers from her body, he fondled her, coating her ass with her wetness.
She stilled for a moment. He continued licking up and down her labia and caressing the forbidden hole, lubricating her entrance with her own juices.
“Richard.” she whispered, breathless and curious.
Pushing passed the opening with a single digit, he stroked her.
“What are you…” her words faded away and her hips reared up from the couch.
Sucking and tasting her pussy, he finger-fucked her ass as she came hard and fast into his mouth.
Elated he consumed her essence until her body settled to an occasional quiver.
Placing calming kisses up her stomach, he took each pouty nipple into his mouth before continuing up her body. A light kiss to her chin he looked at her.
“Are you okay, sugarplum?”
Okay? She’d never be okay or the same again. “I think we made good on the bet, now.”
His chuckle was a heavy rumble against her stomach. “Good then that means the rest of this is just for us.” He kissed her and she tasted her own juices.
Lifting her, he moved her body along the length of the couch and settled down on top of her.
Fidgeting between them he pushed his pants over his hips.
“What about Max?”
“As you noticed, he’s too obedient to move. Besides, once he’s sleeping before the fire he’s dead to the world.” Lying between her thighs he rubbed the tip of his penis against her sex, then placed it at her opening.
Holding his broad shoulders, she asked, “Don’t you think we need a condom?”
His cerulean blues stared at her, “Lorna, I’ve never had sex with anyone unprotected since I started at fifteen. I’ve imagined for years what it would feel like being inside of you. Now that the moment is finally here, I’ll be damn if there’ll be anything between us. I’m clean, are you?”
“Clean. One serious relationship in college. Some dates in D.C. that amounted into nothing,” she confirmed.
Pressing forward, the broad head of his cock entered her. The air caught in her throat. For a moment her mind became jumbled. All she wanted to do was to call out and ask Richard to fuck her.
When he halted his movement with just his tip in, she took a breath. “What about birth control?”
He was silent, then said, “Are you on any?”
She shook her head.
Brushing her hair off her forehead, he stared at her. “If you got pregnant I’d take care of you.” He started kissing her again, as he pressed in further.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she thrust herself forward and forced him deeper inside of her.
“Lorna, I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t hold back. I promise the next time will be slower.”
Burying her hands in his hair, she said, “Don’t hold back.”
“Music to my ears.” He plunged inside, forcing her walls to except him.
Her back arched off the cushions and she seized her bottom lip to muffle her scream at the slight pain caused by his depth.
“You feel like heaven.” He continued to move. “Tight fucking paradise.”
“Harder,” she called out.
With a groan, he began to slam into her. Lorna loved every forceful thrust. She felt whole and one with Richard in a way no other man had touched her soul.
Burying his face in her neck, his body began to quake. Slipping his hand between them, he played her clit, an instrument of pleasure.
Heat coiled in her stomach, her body began to shake. Richard sealed his mouth to hers as they both erupted into ecstasy’s embrace.
She enjoyed lying in his arms until her heart resumed a steady beat.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” he whispered.
“I’m fine.” Her emotions were toppling all over the place inside of her. She already had strong feelings for him before tonight, now they tripled.
“How about we move this to a more comfortable setting?” Rising, he removed his pants and pulled her into his arms.
She caught a glimpse of his body, muscles sinew and bulging with strength. There wasn’t an area on his body she missed, especially the thick muscle hanging between his legs. Long and wide, it gave her chills just recalling the full length pumping inside of her.
“Do you like what you see, baby?” The seductive timber in his voice made heat curl between her legs.
“I like it all very much.” She leaned toward his firm lips and kissed him.
The kiss blossomed into touching and stroking, the heat level between them capsized into erotic fusion.
One second she was being scoped off her feet and the next second, cool sheets were caressing her skin in his bed. They didn’t stop kissing or touching until her legs were over Richard’s shoulders and he was making love to her again.
She didn’t know how she’d ever made it through her life without Richard in it, inside of her. Soon her mind went blank as her world spiraled out of control and she came, joined by the man who had stolen her heart.
Richard was having the best dream of his life. He fantasized he’d made love to Lorna all night long, the vision was so strong he could st
ill recall the feeling of the walls of her pussy squeezing him into ecstasy. His imagination continued to improve as he began to conjure up her lips surrounding his cock. Suckling him like a sugarplum.
His own groaning was audible, he slowly opened his eyes. It was barely light in the room. The sensation of Lorna pleasing him orally didn’t go away. Glancing down his body he beheld a vision of loveliness.
It was no dream. The woman he’d fallen for years ago truly tasted to him like her favorite treat. His dreams had become reality in a beautiful way.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
Yes it was. “Morning, gorgeous.”
“I thought I’d return the favor.”
“Be my guest.” Reaching down, he pushed her curls away from her face and stroked her cheek.
She winked at him and continued.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed. Her soft hand moved up and down his cock, squeezing and pumping his erection as her mouth drew on him and sucked him deep. His head repeatedly brushed the back of her throat.
When her delicious torture had him hovering on the brink of completion, he said, “Come here, sugarplum.”
Giving his dick one final lick, she crawled up his body. When she was positioned perfectly above his erection, he drove into her.
The sight of Lorna riding him in the dawn of Christmas morning captured his heart for eternity.
“Marry me.”
“What?” Tilting her head forward, she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times trying to clear away the lusty fog from her gaze.
Holding her hips firmly, he continued to pump into her tight sheath. “Marry me,” he growled. His balls were taut between his legs with the need to climax.
Placing her hands on his chest, Lorna attempted to halt their lovemaking. He wouldn’t allow her to stop them, rotating his hips he aimed for the pleasant spot inside of her.
The melodic sound coming out of her mouth as she threw her head back and ground against him, let him know he’d stroked the spot right. Slowing his thrust downward, he made his request again, “Marry me, Lorna.”
“Richard, I…can’t…think,” she whimpered.