RidingtheWaves

by Jennifer LaRose

  Oh no you don’t, baby. Modesty. That was the first thing to go. Hopefully he could chase it away with gentle coddling and encouraging words. If he intended to help break that barrier, he needed to utilize patience and let her unfold at her own pace.

  If she only knew what an exquisite beauty she portrayed lying naked with her hair splayed around her face on the bed. Her pubic area was bare except for a thin, dark strip of hair extending upward from her slit. He liked a woman’s lips to be free of hair so she could feel each touch, kiss and nip. “Spread your legs, Annalee. I want to get a good look at you.”

  She swallowed and a whole lot of reluctance dulled the sparkle in her eyes while she watched him toss the arm manacles to the couch. One shoulder at a time, he removed his vest and shirt.

  “Brent, lie with me.”

  He dropped the clothes to the floor and placed his hands on her knees. Maybe he was still coming on too strong. She’d obviously ignored his request for a reason. Hell, he didn’t want her feeling forced from her comfort zone. “I can’t stress enough how truly beautiful you really are.”

  Her gaze played over his hands, his chest and then his face. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. Then she’d done the least expected—she let her thighs fall open, exposing herself completely.

  His heart stopped. A dull ache shot through his balls and sweat broke along his forehead as her sweet, intoxicating scent drifted to his nostrils. Clear juices outlined her opening and her labia were swollen. “You are so damn sexy.” He ran his gaze over her belly, breasts, neck and face.

  Her eyes danced beneath her lids and her lashes fluttered until they finally opened. He leaned forward, just enough to rub his confined pelvis against her pussy. Bearing weight on his elbows, he rubbed her until his pants were wet from her cunt, and she settled into a steady squirm. Switching his weight to his knees, he took hold of her hands and guided them on the bed above her head. Her arms bent at the elbows, forming a diamond around her face. Drinking in her passion-laden eyes, he lowered his lips to hers for a brief caress.

  Her head rose off the bed, attempting to capture his mouth. “Brent?”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Kiss,” her voice snagged on a breath, “me again.”

  “I’m going to kiss every raw inch of you.”

  When her head returned to the mattress, he removed a few stray hairs from her cheek and rubbed the silky pieces between his thumb and forefinger. “And I,” he nipped at her lips, “won’t stop,” he added pressure, “until,” he slipped his tongue in then out of her mouth, “you beg me to fuck you.”

  She made a faint ughing sound and swallowed. “I thought you were going to make love to me?”

  “I am. But you’ll crave to be fucked.” He kissed the section of her throat that bobbed, finishing it off with a tiny bite that didn’t affect her in the least. And he’d bitten her hard enough to leave a mark that he’d soothed with his tongue. Well, he’d guarantee he’d get a reaction from her when he reached the intimate zones where he’d chosen to leave further marks.

  His lips took a moist stroll to her breast, nibbling and sucking her skin along the way. She shivered and moaned weakly when his tongue jabbed her nipple. And when he pulled it into his mouth and suckled, she arched her back and whimpered.

  After he released her hands, he fondled the opposite breast, kneading the soft mound with his palm. She clutched a fistful of his hair, holding his head in place while he bit her nipple softly, suckled, bit again then sucked. He tormented her until her areola turned crimson and swelled then he focused on the other.

  Moan after moan fell from her throat. Her breaths grew rapid, chest heaved and lips folded. Her knees squeezed his waist and her hips wiggled back and forth. “Say it, Annalee.”

  “Say what?”

  “Whatever is on your mind.”

  “Nothing,” she squeaked.

  “I know differently. Talk to me.”

  “Nothing, I swear.”

  He tweaked her nipple between his teeth. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “No,” she said so low he’d barely heard her voice.

  “Then tell me what you want me to do. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just you and me alone in this room. No one can hear us.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. “I know.”

  “Open those eyes and look at me.” He lowered his hand to the center of her thighs.

  Once her lashes fluttered open, he initiated an all-inclusive assault on her clitoris with his index finger. If he had one reason to pat himself on the back, it was getting women to speak in the bedroom. He tended to be vocal at times, and when he had a hot little body like hers at his mercy, he appreciated verbal interaction.

  Her juices increased as he inserted the finger deep inside her and began a slow, even thrust. Over and over he repeated the motions until she panted and her warm, cushiony pussy walls started to constrict. Just as she nearly tumbled into a climax, he stopped.

  “Don’t!”

  “Don’t what?” He restarted the finger action then backed off.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Not good enough. “‘Don’t stop’ means a lot of things. Be more specific.” He added a second finger.

  “Damn you. Fuck me,” she whimpered. It sounded like there should’ve been a there, are you happy? on the end of that. “I can’t take any more.”

  Oh yes she could. She just hadn’t realized it yet.

  His dick throbbed and balls were on fire. Why was he prolonging this agony when he could’ve been unleashing years of desire in her tight, hot pussy?

  He nibbled her breast a final time then scooted down her body, running his tongue along her belly, over and around the scar on her hip, to the top of her pubic bone.

  Lowering his knees to the floor, he slid both arms beneath her thighs and pulled her ass forward. After she situated her feet on the edge of the mattress he brought his mouth to the inner crease of her left leg and kissed the delicate tissue. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Within the peak of her sigh, he grazed her pussy with his tongue.

  “Brent?”

  He loved the tone in her voice when she begged his name. “Mmm-hmmm?”

  “I need you.”

  “I’m not ready yet.” What a lie. His cock was harder and distended farther than it ever had. He smiled right before giving her inner thigh a gentle bite, then he moved his hands to the backside of her knees and pushed them forward to rest beside her stomach. And just as he prepared to take his first taste of her pussy, she reached for her knees, securing them in place.

  That bold move had his heart pounding all the way to his ass. “That’s it, hold yourself open for me.” He blew a long, steady breath against her wet sex, parting her labia with his thumbs. The tip of his tongue swept inside, stopping to dance around her clitoris.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered, rolling her hips.

  He lowered his tongue to her entrance and darted it in the warm tunnel. Clear juices poured from her. The dewy scent and bittersweet taste dashed directly to his balls, intensifying his lust for more. So much fucking more. He could drink her eight times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  He unleashed his cock from its painful confinement. It fell forward, brushing the sheet. While he struggled to remove his pants and kick them aside, not once did he let the rhythm of his tongue on her exquisite pussy falter.

  Her hands moved to hold his head in place while she writhed and moaned, shoving her crotch in his face. It’s not like he hadn’t provoked that sweet action, and to compensate her greed and the release of her inhibitions, he slid a finger inside her vagina. Her slippery walls immediately clenched his knuckle while he pumped in and out, in and out, the juices flowing through his palm to her anal opening.

  Then he added a second.

  Her ass wiggled in a wild up-and-down ride. By her swollen, contracting insides, she was again clo
se to climaxing. And loving to watch her squirm and quiver, he shoved both fingers in to the hilt. Then he spun his hand, digging his knuckles into her sensitive walls.

  “Jesus!”

  Her insides jerked. The cushiony muscles squeezed his fingers. He brought his other hand into play, rubbing his little finger against her anus, spreading her juices around the rim. The tip slipped into the narrow channel with ease. Slight contractions scrunched his finger.

  She stilled.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I…never…” Her voice faded as he slid the finger in a fraction of an inch.

  “Give it a chance.” Now that he knew she hadn’t toyed with anal play, he lapped her clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue. There’s not much a woman wouldn’t do when that sensitive nub was under assault. Just as he’d expected, with each stroke, suckle and nibble, her anal muscles began to relax.

  “Annalee,” he said, burrowing his finger knuckle deep. “Are you ready for more?” The slight descent of her hips proved she was, but he wanted direct confirmation. Proceeding on assumptions might cause him to hurt her, and he wanted to introduce her to new experiences, not chase her away in fear.

  “Yes. But slow.”

  Having large fingers, he wouldn’t penetrate her any other way. She needed to adjust to the size before she could enjoy the pleasure it would bring.

  Gently he withdrew the portion already inside her then slowly slid it in again the same distance. During each leisurely stroke that followed, he eased an eighth of an inch deeper. But after only a few thrusts, she shoved her ass downward, forcing his entire finger inside.

  “Uhhh,” gurgled from her throat.

  “Careful.”

  “No, not careful, more.”

  His description of more was more than a finger up the rectum. One day he’d introduce her to a sound ass-fucking, but not now. No way. Not until she was physically geared to take him on. Two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass were currently enough. And as he glided them in and out of her at an even keel, she started bashing her body up and down.

  “Harder,” she whined. “And faster.”

  Who was he to dictate her needs? She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t so fragile she’d break.

  Giving her exactly what she begged for, he increased intensity and speed. “Is that enough?”

  “Yes,” she squealed, bucking her hips in sync with the fierce strokes.

  She clutched the back of his head, grinding her pussy into his face. It put his endurance through one hell of a test.

  He removed his hands and backed off to grab his pants off the floor.

  “Hurry,” she begged.

  He dug the wallet out of the pocket and removed three sealed condoms. Two he tossed onto the nightstand for later. The third he tore open with his teeth. “Keep those legs spread,” he said, rolling the condom over his cock. He moved her to the center of the bed, placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them downward toward the mattress.

  The instant they dropped to the sides, he climbed on the bed, sat back on his knees and lifted her ass onto his lap. Grabbing his dick, he positioned the sensitive tip at the base of her labia and slid his sheathed cock head through the folds.

  Her hips rolled backward then forward while a moan slipped from her throat. “No more torture. Please. Fuck me.”

  He’d appease her any way he could. Placing his cock at her opening, he pushed forward, watching the tip disappear between her swollen lips. An inch at a time she took it, moaning softly while her moist vaginal walls hugged his shaft. Fuck. Too tight. Too hot. He wasn’t going to last long.

  His guts and balls knotted. Grabbing her waist, he rotated his hips, maneuvering his cock head to snuggle against her cervix. Partially he withdrew then slithered forward again, manipulating the head to graze her G-spot.

  Watching her closely, he knew exactly when he’d nailed it. She gasped, thrusting against him, crumpling the bedsheet in her fists. As his dick slid in and out of her with ease, her juices glistened along his full length. Her moans grew louder, beckoning him to speed up, but instead he massaged her clitoris.

  A strangled cry fell from her throat and her nails dug into his knees. “Oh shit!”

  “Squeeze me.” He clamped his jaw as her cunt walls tugged him, pulling him deeper inside. A smoldering ache shot to his dick and his balls tightened, fucking with his ability to postpone coming, but he held on as long as he could.

  Over and over he slammed, intensifying the strength of her orgasm.

  “Brent!”

  As she wailed, her entire body shuddering, he plowed deep, grinding in a circular motion. Sweat cased his brow and his heartbeat drummed in his chest when a blast of cum shot through his cock and spurted into the condom. But no way in hell would he let go of her hips. He pushed and pulled, dragging her over his rod until every last spasm in her body relaxed.

  After a few cleansing breaths and a two-minute intake of her rosy cheeks and starry eyes, he massaged her thighs. “Are you okay?”

  A subtle smile accompanied her nod.

  Success—and with a smile. There wasn’t much more a man could ask for.

  When her vaginal walls relaxed, he withdrew his penis from her depths, removed the condom and threw it in the trash. As he lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms, he snuggled her warm, damp skin against his chest. She wasn’t as delicate as he’d thought. Hell, her passion burned as deeply as his. If his little woman agreed to spend time with him during the next five days, he’d experiment and take her to new heights.

  As he rested his chin against the top of her head, listening to her breathing return to normal, he closed his eyes.

  “Brent?” She sighed. “I think I…” Her voice trailed off.

  “I’m listening, baby.”

  “Love your bossy side.”

  She has no idea exactly how bossy I can get.

  Chapter Four

  Annalee woke hot and sweaty with her back spooned against a wall of bare, heated skin. The room was dark and silent except for a dim strip of corridor lighting peeking beneath the entrance door. She glanced at the big, red 3:43 a.m. on the digital alarm clock.

  Brent’s leg lay draped over hers with his arm tucked around her tummy. She couldn’t move without physically lifting his limbs, but she was too content and comfortable to even consider it.

  It’d been a long time since a man held her, but she’d never experienced feeling as tiny as she did with Brent. He was massive in more places than one. Her pussy still ached from his thrusting cock. Or was the ache a growing need to feel him deep inside her again? Moisture drenched the area between her legs, but it could’ve been the aftereffect from earlier.

  She squeezed her thighs together. A tingly sensation wormed to her belly. No, it definitely was not the aftereffects. Her lower half felt as if it’d been submerged in warm water, and a pleasant thump, thump pulsated her clit.

  There were so many things she could’ve done to pleasure him, but he probably wouldn’t have allowed it. How in the hell had that happened? She’d never been with an aggressive partner, and when he’d told her to squeeze him, wow, she shattered.

  The moment he’d walked into that banquet hall and gazed into her eyes, she was a goner.

  She laid her hand on his thigh and snuggled her butt into his crotch. She gasped when it pressed against his rock-hard penis. And, swearing on her life, she wanted to fuck him that instant. She stilled at the sound of a slight groan. Was he still asleep with a severe case of morning wood? Other than the stiffening of his thigh, he gave no indication of being awake.

  Every morsel of flesh from her head to her pussy craved him. Even the texture of his thick, contoured, muscular thigh deepened the yearning. How was that possible?

  Giving in to temptation, she caressed his shaft with her ass.

  Engrossed in the sensations, she hadn’t realized her ass continued stroking him until she reached back to grip his penis and her ch
eeks brushed her fingers. The instant she fisted him, he groaned again. “Brent?”

  No response. Not even a change in the pace of his breath.

  Gently she slid her fingers to the base of his cock and then brought them upward to the head, toying with the ridge. How she managed to take all of him was incomprehensible. She skimmed her thumb in circles around the moist tip.

  The ache in her pussy matured into a full-fledged throb. She took a deep breath and at the same time wiggled free from the dead weight of his leg. She stilled, waiting for him to react, but he didn’t budge. Next she lifted his arm and laid it on her hip. Then she scooted forward, opening a space between their bodies so she could maneuver his penis between her legs. Slightly, she separated her thighs and placed his cock head against her slit. On contact, a current of heat shot to her belly and chest. She sucked in air while spooning herself against him once more. His warm breath rustled her hair. She laid her cheek on the cool sheet and slowly slid her hips back and forth, manipulating them so the head massaged her clit. Spine-tingling sensations caused her entire body to quiver. With her fingertips, she pressed his cock against her, holding it in place to assure stimulation during each movement.

  No way could he still be asleep. Not with the size and hardness of his erection. Yet it seemed impossible for him to refrain from thrusting with her motions if he wasn’t. Either the man mastered restraint or he slept pretty deeply. “Brent, are you awake?” Even as she eased into a steady rhythm of pushing forward and pulling back, he remained perfectly still and uttered not a sound.

  A fire burned in her pussy and her juices saturated his cock, making the contact to her clit all the sweeter. Part of her experienced guilt for taking advantage of him, but her stronger side pulverized the shit out of that emotion. She wanted him. She needed him. For the sake of sanity, she had to have him right now.

  She reached forward and patted her hand along the top of the nightstand, feeling through the darkness for one of the condoms he’d laid there earlier. When her fingers brushed against a wrapper, her heart skipped a beat. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she, as quietly as possible, brought the wrapper to her chest and tore the foil open.