“Oh yes, shite, that’s good,” I encouraged her.
She licked her lips and held herself up, braced on one hand as the other bent behind her. All the while, I continued fucking her with my fingers. Her white bra slacked and she pulled it off and threw it aside. Her breasts were full and large, a perfect handful with rosy tips that seemed to tighten the more my gaze devoured them.
She held herself in a semi-seated position, her body rocking effortlessly against my hand. “Kiss me,” she said, quite breathless. Her hips lifted and she moaned when I added a third finger into her tight channel. “God, it’s never been like this. So, shit, so--”
“Passionate,” I finished her sentence before I took her lips.
I was surrounded by cinnamon and sweet, uncertain which I liked more. The sugary taste of her tongue as it tangled with mine sent me spiraling. With my fingers burrowed into her core, I hooked those three digits up to rub against the bumpy patch along her internal wall.
She went crazy. Gripping me, biting my lips, scoring my back with her nails. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Hearing her blast into her second orgasm by my hand alone was like a healing balm to my soul, righting all the wrongs of the past few years. All the one night stands were gone from existence. Now it was just her.
I vowed in that moment as her body trembled and shook that she would never be a mindless shag. This was something more.
She was different.
***
I spiraled into the abyss a second time. At first, I was scared. This felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t fear because Collier’s warm body encased mine as I fell back against the sheets. He swept his hands up and down my naked back, hips and thighs as I panted into his rock-solid chest. Who knew the man had the body of a Greek God under those suits? I had an inkling he was built, but the surprise of just how lovely he was bare was a gift I enjoyed unwrapping.
His chest was broad and tapered into a perfect “V” shape. The abs…God, his abs were like parking curbs, perfectly spaced and ready for me to park my lips and tongue.
As my breathing slowed, I thought about what had transpired. We hadn’t gotten to the main event yet and the score was two and zero, with me leading in orgasms and Collier falling behind. This was new territory for me. Usually I was the one who took charge, controlled the man into doing whatever I wanted.
With Collier, relinquishing control came without a second thought. What was most mind-boggling was what I could feel and sense in his emotions. He was happy, even elated that he pleased me. He wasn’t boasting, bragging, or requiring I reciprocate. He just held me tight, perfectly warm and safe within the comfort of his strong arms as the fire he’d lit dissipated.
It made me feel sad and disjointed that the smaller Brit wasn’t getting any attention. I knew I needed, no wanted, to rectify that situation. It was time for me to level the playing field.
I started by kissing my way up his chest. He shifted, allowing me to flop a leg over his hip and push him on his back. He groaned.
Teasingly, I sat over his length and used my hips to thrust up and down against his ridged member, coating his boxer briefs with the wetness between my thighs. His fingers dug into the sides of my hips as he rocked forward, pressing that long erection perfectly against my oversensitive clit.
Before I could I take over, one of his hands cupped my breast and the other dove between my thighs, circling that talented thumb around my clit once more. Shivers ripped through me and I arched into his hand. As I tipped my head, my hair fell in tumbling waves along the bare skin of my back.
“So perfect,” he whispered, then leaned up and took my nipple between his lips. The warmth spread through me, centered at my heart, then bled through every neuron and pore until it turned into the most pleasurable tingles. He was perfectly content to take his time, spread out the pleasure instead of racing towards the finish line. I respected that but I needed him. Wanted to fill my body with his essence.
I shook my head but he continued to nibble and pull with his lips, elongating my nipple into a wickedly tight, sensitive peak. His tongue flicked the tip in maddening whirls, his other hand moved to its twin, mimicking the movement of his mouth with his fingers. In seconds, he had me wanton, grinding my sex against his cock.
“I need you inside,” I pulled his mouth away from my breast and searched his eyes. The brown and sparkling gold flecks I saw earlier were replaced with dark pools I’d willingly drown in. He was as far gone as I was.
“Condom?” I questioned, breaking through his haze. He gripped me to him, reached one long arm out and rifled through a side table drawer. I grabbed the foil packet and kissed my way down his long body.
Taking just a moment before I undid my present, I nudged my cheek along the fabric of his boxer briefs, inhaling his musky scent through the material. His hips jumped. I swept my hand over the hard bulge between his thighs, tracing its length, driving him insane with lust. He hissed and his hands tightened into fists at his sides. The emotions he emitted pounded the air around us, hitting me with immense pleasure. It was like rolling around naked in Egyptian cotton. Smooth. Delectable. Enchanting.
I could feel his desire, his lust. It consumed him and was about to be released onto me. This was why I sought sexual relief so often. Being empathic and able to share in this experience on a completely visceral level was earth-shattering. With Collier, the feelings were heightened a million times over, ready to explode into something I’d not experienced, or at least I hadn’t in a very long time.
Pulling his boxer briefs down his long, muscled legs, I made quick work of sliding the condom over his impressive length. I stroked him a few times, becoming more familiar with this sensual piece of him. The man was scrumptious everywhere. I knew he was going to feel good buried deep inside me. Choosing to draw it out, I thumbed the wide crown enjoying the surge of heat and wetness that seeped between my legs when he moaned.
“Any more of that, Beauty, and we’ll be over before we’ve begun,” he warned. “Come here. Bring those sweet lips to mine.”
I crawled up his body and took his mouth. He still tasted of the berry notes from the wine and something a little darker, richer. He sucked my tongue and nibbled my lips. “Now, my Beauty. You take me,” he offered.
I shook my head and stared deep into his dark eyes. “Together.”
His tongue swirled with mine, then he went deep, kissing me with intent and fervor. His wet, dizzying kisses held promises of things to come, things I knew I wasn’t ready for, but I dove in anyway, giving as much as he gave. Then his hand slipped between us and I leaned up.
Our eyes met when he centered his cock at my entrance. I pushed the first inch in and we both gasped. As his fingers tightened around my hips, I pushed down and he pushed up. The moment our bodies met and he was seated completely inside of me, tears sprung to my eyes. I hadn’t cried during sex since my wedding night. What the hell was he doing to me?
I looked down at Collier and he was holding himself stiff as a board. The tendons in his neck stood out, strained tight with the effort not to move. The death grip he had on my hips stung, but wasn’t hard enough to bruise, just tight enough to hold me in place. The muscles of his abs were bunched, coiled and ready to thrust. Everything about him was strung tight, honed in on the target between his legs. He was glorious in his nudity, downright magnificent.
After a couple breaths, he opened his eyes. They shone so bright it almost hurt to look at them. “You’re divine,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of complete and utter bliss sink into every pore. Then I lifted slowly, dragging his length along the walls within. When I got to the top I opened my eyes, smiled wide and slammed down his shaft, forcing him as deep as the position would allow.
“Shite!” he cried out as tears fell down my face. “You little minx. My turn.” With a couple quick movements I was on my back and under his large body. His lips came down for a scorching kiss as he pulled back and plunged into my core over and over. A
fine sheen of sweat broke across his hairline and chest making him slick and salty. I licked the length of his neck. biting the tendons there. He groaned, hooked my right leg up and over the crook of his elbow until he could hold my leg behind the knee with his palm. He pressed it up and toward my shoulder.
“I want to crawl inside of your perfect body,” he said on a particularly deep thrust. The new position opened my body fully and he ground deeper into me, bumping against the walls of my cervix, touching me in unchartered places. A fire built deep within and started to spread out to each of my limbs. I was burning from the inside out. He was the fire.
“Never again,” he grated through his teeth on another brutal thrust to be further inside me than anyone before him. I moaned in response, completely taken away with his need to take me, mark me, make me his.
“As long as we’re together like this,” he gasped and grinded his pelvis against my throbbing clit, sending sparks in every direction, “we’ll never feel alone again.” He said it as if it was a promise, a benediction. As he pounded into me, pouring every ounce of affection and desire into his thrusts, I knew he meant it.
I went screaming over the edge, calling out his name, begging for him to take me, take me away from it all…life, heartache, the grief over missing James. Everything. He made it all go away. And in that moment his body turned rigid and he bit down on my shoulder, teeth piercing skin. I climaxed again, taken by his primal response. It wasn’t just the release of his body, it was the release of his essence.
In a heap of limbs and naked skin, his soul made me a promise. One I didn’t know if I could return.
Much later, we were still in bed, sated and spent. His tongue made lazy circles around the mark he left on my shoulder. A perfect set of tiny imprints in the shape of teeth marks made two small half-moons that didn’t quite meet at the ends on the rounded skin. I would be wearing shoulder covering attire for the next couple weeks. The thought made me smile.
A little marred skin was a small price to pay for four mind-altering orgasms.
He definitely wasn’t all talk. By the time I was coming off my fourth orgasm, I begged him to stop. I physically had to remove his mouth from my left nipple, but not before allowing him to kiss and suckle its mate. He had a theory about things needing to be balanced.
Collier held me close and I snuggled just under his chin. The crook of his neck smelled so yummy. He was all musky, with hints of sex and sandalwood. I lay there wondering what tomorrow would bring. I had to go back to the job. Back to my client…Dylan.
“I can feel you thinking.”
I smiled against his neck.
“I thought I’d shagged all thoughts out of you for the night.” His hand slid between my legs. Immediately I started to moisten. Two of his fingers stroked my clit in a small circle. “Looks like you need another go. I want you completely mindless, thinking of nothing but our brilliant night together.”
He slid down my body and I sighed and stretched my legs. He parted them and went to work on me with his tongue. I could get used to this.
“Your taste…” Lick. “It’s like…mmm…” Lick.“…the most decadent dessert.”
In minutes he had me arching, slamming my thighs around his ears. He held my legs apart, using his strong arms to keep me splayed open for him. As promised, he ravished me. Between his tongue, lips, teeth and his fingers, I lost track of how many times the tight-assed Englishman made me come, the pleasure rolling them into one another so fast it was like one long drawn out peak. After what could have been hours of pleasing me he finally entered me again. A full-body sigh of relief settled over me when we were connected. He had held himself off for a long time this round.
“Use me. Oh God, Collier, please, please use me. Find your pleasure in me,” I begged and finally, he listened. He plunged into me with deep, hard strokes. He was relentless, seeking his release.
Holding my face between both his hands, his tongue sought mine. With a deep growl he surged and came. His body heaved and wound tight as he shook and trembled. I held onto him with everything I had, whispering words of affection against his temple as he came down.
“London, I...I n-never knew it could be like this.” The words choked and broke as he breathed against my sweat-dampened hair.
“I know. I didn’t either.” Instead of drowning in the negative aspects of how much of myself I gave to Collier tonight, I just held him close. Before long, sleep took us both.
The morning brought another round of intense sex. Me lying on my stomach while he nipped and bit the fleshy skin of my ass. Then he entered me from behind. Collier was a talented lover, stroking my clit as he pounded his length into me. One hand held the tender column of my neck from behind while the other was anchored to my clit, pressing, circling, flicking until I lost it and came. My voice was raspy from sleep and last night’s sexcapades. A hoarse cry spilled from him. A few more deep strokes and he, too, came, his body falling over my back.
“Bloody brilliant,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
I smiled and giggled.
“Best way to wake up, thank you.” I turned my head and he kissed me.
“Agreed.” He lifted up, tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash near the bed.
I wondered if he threw out his own trash or would an unlucky maid find proof of our night of debauchery.
He smacked my ass and I whooped. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Then I’ll make you some tea and biscuits.”
“How very English of you,” I joked.
He smiled and entered the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
If that wasn’t an invitation to join him I didn’t know what was. I debated a few minutes but chose to enjoy stretching out my sore overused limbs in his bed that smelled of him and sex. Two of my newest favorite smells.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel draped low on his hips. Water dripped down his chest and it took everything I had not to jump out of bed and lick them off. Lucky droplets. Before I made my decision, he pulled the duvet off my naked body. He whistled as his eyes scoured every inch of my bare skin.
“Feel free to use the shower while I start breakfast.” He turned to go through a door next to his dresser. I assumed it was the closet but I hadn’t spent much time checking out his house when we arrived last night, preferring to check him out instead.
I took an extra long time in the shower, letting the heat loosen up my muscles. Looking down I did a survey of my body. Shit. I was littered with reminders of our night together. Bite marks, finger print sized bruises on my thighs and hips. This was going to put a damper on me bedding Dylan this week. Though after last night, with Collier, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue screwing around with Dylan. The boy was good in bed but he was a boy compared to my Englishman. Jesus, I lost count at how many times we pleased each other last night and then again this morning. As much as I didn’t want to admit, it was more than the physical.
Confused I scrubbed my body clean while my mind felt twisted and dirty. For the first time in four years I didn’t want to have sex with anyone else. Last night with Collier something clicked, like a deadbolt locking into place. The tide had shifted and the beach was scattered with remnants of what once was normal for me. Fear and uncertainty filled my thoughts.
Normal. What was normal? Being with a variety of men, having a good time with whomever I wanted to on a whim? Yes, that was normal. Now it seemed as though my normal was obliterated. Shattered into a million tiny pieces. Still, I had no idea how to handle it. It was one night. I was still me. London Kelley.
I couldn’t deny that something happened last night putting a chink in my armor. What I experienced with Collier was beyond anything I’d ever felt with another man, including my husband James. And I loved him with my entire body and soul. So why did I have a sinking feeling in my chest like I’d cheated on James? He’s been dead for more than a few years now. He wanted me to move on. He told me to find someone else. To fall in love again. He said it
right before he took his last breath, “Someday London, you will love again.” I needed to get out of here. Think this over. Figure out what took place last night.
After I dried off, I slipped into one of Collier’s clean dress shirts and my underwear. My dress was in a heap on the floor in the living room. If I went out there naked, it sent a message that I was ready for more and right now, where my mind was at, I knew I needed to be alone.
Collier however, had other plans.
“Oh, Beauty, come sit down. Have some tea and a biscuit.” He really did have honest to God tea and biscuits which he delivered on a very traditional English style tea set with a saucer and small teacup. The biscuits were actually cookies.
“I thought you were kidding.” I joked.
“Us English chaps never joke about tea. It’s sacrilege.” He turned and with a whip of a spatula, turned over four fried eggs. Bacon sizzled in a pan next to the eggs. With a stretch of his arm, he pressed two slices of bread down in a toaster. Fascinated, I watched him work.
Never before had a man I slept with made me breakfast, aside from Tripp, and he didn’t really count. Technically, I hadn’t shared a bed for the night with any of my previous conquests. Once the sex had finished, I’d leave their apartment or they’d leave mine. Even with my clients I’d get up and sleep in the bed assigned to me, not wanting the intimacy of sharing a bed with a fling.
Collier set a steaming plate in front of me. “Do you like marmalade?”
I nodded and he spread some of the orange jelly substance along a piece of bread and added it to the feast before me. I waited for him to sit and then clinked my tea cup with his.
“Cheers,” he said and took a sip.
We ate as if it was going to be taken away any moment. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. A baker’s dozen worth of orgasms will do that to a girl.
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