by Susan Stoker
“You’re not one of those guys who has a foot fetish, are you?” She moaned as he moved his fingers over her heel. “I mean it’s okay if you are. I just didn’t peg you for one.”
He chuckled. “No, I have no fetish. From your sigh after taking your boots off, it was obvious you needed a little relief.”
She looked at him strangely.
Not having any idea what might be going on inside that mind of hers besides sex, he continued to work on her foot, just inches away from his exposed cock. The difference in their skin color was particularly stark since he’d never been in the sun nude.
When she leaned back and closed her eyes, he set her foot aside and pulled the other onto his lap.
The sun had started to lower and shadows began to invade the ravine on the opposite side of the creek. It was still warm where they sat, but it would turn cooler once the sun set. As he rubbed, he enjoyed the view of Adriana’s naked torso. Her darker skin was like an aphrodisiac. The perpetually tan, healthy color called to him, his hands always itching to touch it.
When he finished his massage, he set her foot aside and stretched out his legs.
Adriana opened her eyes. “That was utter heaven.”
He toed off one boot. “Haven’t you ever had your feet massaged?”
“Yeah, a little, if I get a pedicure, but it’s been over a year and my old pedicurist didn’t have big strong hands like yours.” She wiggled her brow, making the comment a sexual innuendo.
There it was. When he did something nice for her, she made it sexual to hide her discomfort. If he had his way, she was going to be a whole lot more uncomfortable before he started work tonight. The woman needed to know she had value beyond her sex appeal.
He toed off his other boot and stood.
Adriana knelt again, her eyes on his cock.
If she kept her gaze there, he’d have a whole lot harder time keeping this slow. He turned around. Maybe if she saw exactly what she was in for, it would cool her off a bit.
“Hey, are you shy or something? Don’t forget, I’ve already seen your back side, or most of it.”
He didn’t respond. He just dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.
There was silence behind him.
Chapter Ten
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She was probably trying to swallow her disgust. He’d seen the backs of his legs. They weren’t pretty. After two tours in Afghanistan, two IEDs and a mortar, he had enough scars to qualify as Frankenstein.
His buddies had joked with him that he protected his pretty face, but the fact was, it was pure luck. The back of his head was a real mess.
Adriana’s hand on his ass surprised him.
“Crap, you’re built.” Her voice was husky once again and his cock responded.
He started to turn.
“No, stay like that a minute.” Her hands smoothed over his butt and squeezed.
Again, that human touch after so long had his eyes closing in sheer bliss. Her hands made their way across his thighs, squeezing his tense muscles here and there. When they reached his calves, he held his breath, those and the back of his head were the most messed up.
Adriana’s hands didn’t hesitate, stroking over his muscles there. “Your calves aren’t nearly as bad as one of Kendra’s.”
Surprised by her statement, he turned around.
Adriana’s eyes widened and a guttural moan came from the back of her throat. “Freakin-a, Cowboy. I’m going to come just looking at you.”
She reached for his thighs, but he caught her hands, and pulled her up to stand in front of him. “I want to feel you against me.” He clamped his jaw tight, pissed that he’d said that out loud.
Adriana didn’t give him her usual seductive smile. Instead, she pulled her hands from his and unbuttoned her shorts.
Shit. He hadn’t meant to reveal that particular need to her. She must think him odd for sure.
When she dropped her shorts to the blanket, she was bare.
As much as he wanted to resist the primal need growing inside him, he was weak. He pulled her body against him and held her there.
Every spot where her soft skin touched his hard body burst with joy. It was the least sexual embrace he’d ever had with a woman while naked before sex.
She laid her head on his shoulder, her silky hair falling against his skin and down her back. He stroked it, revealing in its silky texture. He wanted it against him, everywhere.
He closed his eyes, embracing her warmth and feminine curves. His withdrawal from human contact had been a gradual thing and completely unconscious. Now, he felt like a starved man before a banquet. Taking calming breaths, he held it together.
He felt Adriana tilt her head back and opened his eyes to meet her concerned gaze.
“Hey, you okay?”
He tried to push a word past his suddenly closed throat, but it wouldn’t go. He nodded instead and gave her a partial grin.
“Okay, just checking. I wouldn’t want you to pass out or anything.”
At that, he did chuckle. “Not a chance.” Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms and knelt down on the blanket.
“Oh, I could get used to that.” She gave him a seductive smile.
He ignored it. No way he would rush this. He lowered her to the blanket and lay down on his side next to her.
She immediately rolled toward him, hooking a leg over his own. Her shaved mons brushed his cock lightly.
He hardened more, anxious to be inside her but determined to take it slow. He pulled her hair over her shoulder and across his body. It was comforting and titillating all at once.
She leaned in and kissed him, but he wouldn’t let her inside. Instead, he stroked her back.
Obviously feeling thwarted, she pulled away a couple inches and reached for his cock. He caught her hand and rolled her onto her back, her hair sliding off him to fall onto the blanket.
She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Whoa, looks like my cowboy wants to ride.”
The length of his body pressed against hers filled empty places in his psyche, calming his sexual need. He raised an eyebrow. “Looks can be deceiving.” He kissed the side of her neck where he’d sucked so hard last time.
He followed that with a kiss to her collarbone, her breast bone, the side of her left breast. Shit, he hadn’t even touched that nipple last time they were together. He’d have to remedy that oversight now. After licking the underside of her breast, he moved up to lave her areola until it puckered with need.
As he flicked his tongue against the hard nipple, he glanced up at Adriana’s face. Her head lay against the blanket and her eyes were closed. The rise and fall of her chest told him she was excited. He continued his tongue play, circling and flicking.
She arched toward his mouth and her hands gripped his head, sending his hat onto the blanket. “Crap, Hunter.”
He smiled inside. Not exactly an endearment, but he understood what she wanted. Gently, he took her hard nub between his teeth and moved his jaw back and forth. Her hands tried to burrow into his hair, but it was far too short for her to grab.
He nibbled first then sucked her nipple into his mouth, not hard, but enough to cause sensation. Once he had it inside, he flicked it with his tongue again.
She moaned, loudly, still trying to push him to rush it.
Moving to her other breast, he repeated the same process, determined to be fair this time. When he’d finished his attentions to her breasts, she was panting. Pleased he could bring her so much pleasure so easily, he continued to lick down her body. He stopped at her belly button where he sucked for a moment, then after licking at the small indentation, he moved down to her shaved mons.
He paused as he caught sight of a dove tattoo, no larger than the head of his bee tat, nestled down on the right side of her mons. He’d never noticed it before. It didn’t seem to fit her, but hidden away like it was, it could be a hint of the soft side of Adriana. He kissed it as hope kindled a tiny flame in his
heart.
He noticed her hands had stopped moving on his head as if she waited with anticipation. Her wait would be a bit longer. He moved lower, forcing Adriana’s hands to drop from his head.
With his hands on the insides of her knees, he spread her legs farther apart. The shade had caught up to their side of the creek, but it didn’t hide the moistness seeping from her nether lips.
His cock, already hard, jerked at the sight.
Adriana lifted her head. “Do you like what you see?” Her attempt at a sexy smile was not successful.
He hoped that was because she was feeling too good to be purposeful in her seduction. “I do, but I’m sure I’m going to like the taste even more.”
“Oh, hell.” She dropped her head back to the blanket.
He grinned.
Leaning over the juncture of her thighs, he started with her outside labia, licking it from top to bottom. He moved inward, licking first up and down one side before the other. Then he explored her opening, pushing his tongue inside her, curling it up and out to noisily smack his lips as her flavor flowed through his mouth. He thrust inside with his tongue again and let his nose brush across her clit. He felt her knees bend even as her pelvis tilted.
Success buzzed through him, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. Bringing Adriana pleasure awakened his instinct to give.
He pulled his tongue from her sheath and licked upward against her clit.
She moaned, “Yes.”
Happy to oblige, he thrust inside again and licked her juices over her clit, circling it this time. The hard nub combined with her taste was an aphrodisiac he couldn’t get enough of.
Again and again he repeated the action, lost in the sensuous moans Adriana emitted. He wanted her to come. As his tongue took time flicking and circling her clit, he slid two fingers inside her. When her sheath tightened around them, his cock leaked pre-come.
Shit, this was harder than he expected. He continued to play against her clit with his tongue, loving the feel of that hard nub but he didn’t move his fingers. Her hips rose off the blanket and her sheath tighten in anticipation of her orgasm.
Quickly, he removed his fingers.
Her hips hit the ground fast, losing contact with his mouth. “Fuck, Hunter. You’re killing me.”
Her brows were lowered in frustration.
He barely kept a smile from showing. “Don’t reach for it. Just relax. I promise, you’ll be glad you did.”
Her raised brow made it clear she highly doubted him, and this time he couldn’t help his chuckle from escaping. “Just lie back and let me do all the work.”
She shook her head but let it fall back to the blanket.
He returned to her clit, licking and rubbing, adding a series of nips every once in a while with no set pattern, loving the intake of breath it caused on her part even as her hips undulated and he used his hand to push them down.
Finally, when she began to emit tiny sounds, he placed his hand against her mons and sucked her clit.
“Oh God.” Adriana attempted to push up, but he held her still.
She started to whimper, her head rolling back and forth.
Pride filled his veins as he increased and decreased his suction, keeping her near the edge.
“Hunter, your fingers.”
He didn’t answer. He wanted her sheath empty to increase the intensity of her orgasm and to highlight the difference when he entered her.
Her moans grew loud, echoing off the ravine walls, filling his soul with satisfaction even though his cock ached.
He sucked her clit hard and let go, letting his teeth glide against it.
She shuddered before a scream tore from her.
He repeated the action again and again as she came apart under his mouth, victory making him feel invincible…alive.
She grabbed his head and tugged up.
“Done?” He watched as she shook from her orgasm.
She nodded, her panting probably made it hard to speak.
When she started to shiver, he covered her with his body to keep her warm, careful not to let his weight crush her.
Her forehead had beads of sweat near her hairline, and he gently brushed a stray strand of hair away.
She opened her eyes. “That was crazy good.”
“That was the intent.”
*
Adriana’s breath caught at the unguarded look in Hunter’s eyes. It wasn’t need this time, it was caring. Uh-uh, that wasn’t part of the program.
She winked at him. “Mission accomplished.”
He nodded with supreme male ego.
He wasn’t supposed to be that good. He wasn’t supposed to make her feel more than the physical, and she definitely felt her heart jumping up and down.
It had to be respect. No one person had been able to give her an orgasm like that and for that long. And the man hadn’t even come yet. She respected that and his ability to play her body so well.
She pressed her hips toward his. “Your turn.”
He shook his head and gave her that devilish smirk. “Not without you.”
“Again?” The word escaped before she could hold it back, but she clamped her mouth shut to avoid revealing any more. She could always fake it. No need for him to know the chances of her coming again, especially after that amazing orgasm, were nil.
“Yes, again. Do you doubt me?” He did look a little put out.
She gave him a sly smile. “Let’s just say I need to see it to believe it.”
“I plan to make a believer out of you, woman.”
A thrill raced from her brain to her core at his words. She wasn’t sure which part excited her, but she liked it.
Hunter lay above her, his weight on his elbows, his ripped chest brushing her nipples, his abs and pelvis tight against her. She pressed her mons into his hard cock.
He cupped her face and kissed her. It wasn’t the gentle kiss of before, but it wasn’t the hot kiss he’d given her the first time they had sex. Instead, it was sensual as he tangled his tongue with hers and touched every part of her mouth.
He pressed his cock against her as if to tease, moving his hips in the motion he would soon start inside her.
Surprisingly, her body responded, her belly tensing with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her chest against him. His body was so hard, it looked like all his muscles were tensed and it felt too good against her womanly curves.
One minute she was kissing him, his body covering her so nicely, and the next he’d rolled over, taking her with him and she lay splayed over him. Now this was a position she really liked. Actually, she liked them all, so it was technically the truth.
Hunter released her lips. “I’m guessing here, but it looked like you enjoyed riding.”
His wit had her cracking up and she let out a laugh. She made eye contact with him before looking at the horses tied near the stream. “I’m so glad you taught me, but I think I need more practice.”
His chuckle vibrated her chest and a ridiculous sense of happiness suffused her at being able to make him laugh. She was supposed to make him come, not laugh, but it was fun.
He moved his arms from around her back and dropped them to the blanket. “Practice away.”
His grin was catchy and she found herself mirroring it before his words penetrated her brain. “Oh.” She sat up onto his thighs, his cock straight up in front of her.
Damn, the man was hard. How he could think she’d find his body anything besides hot baffled her. Then again he did say she was the first woman to see it.
The weight of those words finally penetrated her brain. Crap, he hadn’t been with a woman since before he went overseas. She was a hundred percent sure Hunter would never cheat.
That meant the day at her casita had been his first time in how long? Suddenly, riding him well became important. He deserved this. He’d served his country, been wounded, and come home to what? What happened to his wife or was she gone before he left?
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sp; “Did you need a different stallion?” Hunter’s lips were quirked to the side, but his stormy gray eyes of earlier had lightened and sadness seemed to have pervaded his thoughts.
“Absolutely not. This is the only stallion I want right now. I’m just trying to decide the best way to ride.”
He clearly doubted her, so she pushed those heavy thoughts aside. The only one she kept close was that he deserved this.
She laid her hands over his chest and touched every hill and valley made by his strength. Lacey had once described him as a bow about to shoot an arrow and she was right on the money. And she hadn’t even seen his body.
Stifling the excitement that kept distracting her, she moved her hands over his shoulders and the bulges of his biceps and forearms. This time when she did it, he didn’t capture her hands nor did he close his eyes. Instead, he watched her intently as if he expected her to find something she didn’t like.
Freak, there wasn’t a single part of the man’s body she didn’t like. Even his scarred ass was so taut, it caused her sheath to tighten just from looking at it. But his front was almost scar free and far too perfect to be real.
Hmm, maybe she should taste it to be sure. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the ground and ignoring the hard cock pressed against her abdomen. She licked the hard nipples on his chest, first one then the other, back and forth.
Just as she took one between her teeth, Hunter’s hand came up and brushed the side of her breast before settling on her waist. His touch was gentle and he held her loosely, not directing or restraining in any way.
It reminded her of some of the couples who came to Poker Flat. As they walked into the dining room, the man would have his hand on the small of his lady’s back. It was a gentle touch, caring, but definitely letting every other man in the room know she was his.
The only other male in the immediate area was Romeo, so she doubted that Hunter was claiming her. She should keep her mind on her task, especially because it was a pleasant one.
Lifting her lips from Hunter’s nipple, she couldn’t help kissing his scruffy chin. Everything about the man was too sexy to ignore. He watched her as if he couldn’t wait to see what she would do next.