Ocean of Love

by Susan D. Taylor

  “History…” she asked, her voice edged with doubt.

  “Your history. Our history. Darling, I want to bring you pleasure. Especially, when it’s your first time.” He kissed her fingers. “You do know that at first it will be uncomfortable?”

  She blushed, emitting a rush of heat into his arms. “I know the biology, and yes, I’ve heard that it hurts the first time. That’s biblical.”

  “No pressure, being compared to Adam.” He nuzzled her neck, tasting her skin.

  Her hands lightly trailed up his arms. He lifted his head and framed her face between his palms, taking possession of her sweet mouth, gently tugging at her lower lip. He eased open her mouth, tasting and caressing her tongue, suckling and licking her lips. One and then the other. He stopped upon the sliver of her whimper that filled his head.

  “You’re much more tempting than a piece of fruit.”

  She relaxed a fraction of a hair within his arms. She asked, “Still interested then?”

  “Oh, more than mere interest. Are you saying you’re ready?”

  He pulled her down with him on top of the bed, amazed that she was next to him. His mind alternated between wanting to strip her naked and wanting to savor every second they shared.

  “Promise to tell me if I’m moving too fast.” He pushed up on his forearms, not wanting to give in to the urge to rip the clothes off her body. Fire scorched within him.

  This wasn’t the time to give in to madness. He must, above all else, be patient when she trusted him. A part of him howled at the idea of going slow, when all he wanted to do was bury the length of himself inside her body. The release would be phenomenal if he could hold on.

  Yet, what about her? Images tore at him. He knew nothing of a young woman with little, no strike that, zero experience.

  Marissa answered by way of undoing the necklace at her throat. He gazed at her trembling fingers, setting aside the piece on the nightstand. Her eyes darted to him, dropping down his stomach, and then over to the lamp. He understood she was nervous, probably frightened.

  “Got it.” He moved from the bed. “Next,” he murmured and with a click, darkness enveloped the room except for the shimmering light coming in from the terrace. His eyes adjusted, detecting the outline of Marissa’s pale, luminescent skin. On the walk back toward her side of the bed, he agreed to pace himself even as his mouth watered. He fumbled with his belt. Another two steps and his shoes were off. One by one his socks were lost. He was out of his pants, wearing his boxers, and on the side of the bed without missing a step. She had removed her jacket and was about to unbutton her blouse.

  “Let me, trust me. This will be my pleasure.” He released the buttons on her shirt, one by one. Her shadowed expression was still intense—focused. His dexterity was not.

  He kissed her in part to re-channel his energy and in part because she looked so damned intoxicating framed by semi-darkness. He grasped her shirt, pulling it gently off her.

  She lifted her head, breathing rapidly, and groaned his name. “Wyatt.”

  His body wanted swift action, his mind relished every second spent undressing her. Her shirt was undone and open. He gazed at her swelling breasts, lightly framed in lace lingerie. These creamy mounds had tantalized him for what seemed an eternity.

  “Come here, kiss me,” he said.

  Her lips trembled under his. He deepened their kiss, his tongue tangling and caressing hers until she dug her fingers into his arms. Wyatt ran his hands underneath her shirt, up over her bra, squeezing and kneading each of her breasts. She arched as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. His cock twitched, throbbing for her touch. He didn’t know how much more he could stand.

  “Please,” she whimpered. Her body trembled before him.

  Wyatt peeled back her bra, exposing her nipple. He bent his head, kissing her shoulder, working downward until he took the soft tip of her breast into his mouth. Her peak sprang to life and beaded on his tongue.

  Marissa moaned, wrapping her arms around his head. He unclasped her bra, spreading the flimsy lace back and then off one arm and down the other. He ran his hands over her naked upper body, taking a second to cup and caress the outline of her breasts, firm and overflowing in his hands. She tugged his hair and pressed her breast against his mouth. He went from one nipple to its twin, suckling her breasts until she arched off the bed. His cock hardened, standing up against his belly.

  “Lie back, darling.” He pushed the palm of his hand down, across her flat stomach, reaching the top of her slacks. She moaned and he kissed her lips, his tongue dancing within her mouth. He drew the slacks off her hips, down from her legs. His fingers grazed the top edge of her panties.

  His cock pulsed to the beat of his bloodstream. He trailed his fingers over her skin as heat sizzled along his nerve endings. Her blond hair reflected the moonlight streaming through the open doors, enticingly spread about her, and over the pillows. His exhalation wedged in his throat.

  She completely enchanted him. This image of her would be forever branded onto the retina of his mind. “You’re the most provocative woman. Unclothed, more beautiful.”

  “Come next to me.” She pressed her hands down her waist, toward her hips, and lower.

  “Baby, you could easily drive me over the brink.” He lowered himself over her. Her sweet scent surrounded him. He inhaled, infusing titanium into his self-control with two thoughts. Slow. And easy.

  His mouth claimed her lips, moving together, her skin over his, the sensation was enough to drive him mad. He rubbed her taut skin, working his fingers lower—inch by blessed inch. He slowly swirled a finger around her navel making her flinch. “You’re so sensitive. Are you everywhere?”

  She inhaled. “You do this to me.”

  He flipped his palm against her belly and ran his hand down, over her mound. She rocked against his fingers as he thought she would. He squeezed her between her legs, allowing her sex to warm his hand. He felt for her clit under her panties, thumbing her slit, taking care to rub up against her sensitive nub. She flexed her hips. Her body. A perfect fit for his hands. Every inch of her was perfect.

  Marissa’s arms snaked over his back, reaching around to his shoulders. Her tongue slid over his, a mirror image of licking and sucking, following each of his movements. He nearly broke his promise to give her time when her hips began moving against his body, languorously, and sensually brushing against his straining cock. Each of her movements further engorged his shaft to the point of painful throbbing.

  “Baby, open your legs.” He slipped between her thighs about to explode.

  He pushed his hands under her hips, grazing his fingers over the curves of her ass, cupping her bottom in his hands. He slid himself up tight against her, and he rubbed himself against her, pumping and sliding along her panties.

  Her body stretched, a pliable bow arching all the way until her breasts pushed against his chest. He needed to rub up against her, flesh upon flesh contact. His hands moved down Marissa’s silky skin, searching for her soft center. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled the lacy material down her legs. She lifted her foot, and she was free of every stitch of clothing.

  “My turn,” he said softly.

  She gazed at him with her shimmering eyes.

  Levering up on one side of his body, he all but tore the boxers from his legs, and ended up kicking them loose. She was exquisite. “You’ve got a hold on me. I don’t care that we’ve only just met,” he said.

  He reached up and touched her face, stroking the waves of her hair. He trailed his fingers past her jaw. Her skin released chill bumps and he reclaimed her breasts with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. He didn’t stop until she writhed, softly whimpering under him.

  “Come here, let’s get under the comforter.” He tenderly pulled apart her knees. He repositioned her legs over his thighs as he knelt between her legs. He traced her skin, moving his fingers down her pussy, grazing her slick folds.

  “Baby,” he moaned. He rubbed hi
s thumb along the rim of her swollen lips, wanting to plunge into her. He bent and kissed her legs, running his hands down her thighs a couple of times, bringing heat back to her long limbs. His cock brushed between her legs and throbbed being so near to her slick folds. He moved an inch and slid up against wet pussy, a velvet-lined heaven, and he saw flashing bursts of lights.

  * * *

  Wyatt slipped his finger across her. Tender and teasing, he swirled his finger over and around then down between her legs. His finger produced jolts of pleasure inside her pussy and her whole body clenched, every muscle down to her bones. He found her again and again, rubbing her clit, making her want to scream his name.

  “Wyatt,” she moaned.

  When his cock brushed against her, she bucked her hips. He lowered his mouth to her breasts. He licked her nipple, scraping the peak with his teeth. He moved his fingers between her legs, gently pulling her legs apart, opening her pussy to him. Unsure at first, she grasped his shaft between her hands.

  “Baby, take hold of me like this.” He gasped and then sensing her need to know what to do, he moved his hand over her fingers, working her hand up and down his shaft.

  “Yes, baby, keep stroking me just like that,” he instructed, pumping into her hand. He kept his hand on top of hers, covering her fingers, and showing her how to slide across his cock, faster and faster.

  “You’re so hard. Does it feel good?” she asked, running her hand up him, flicking her thumb against the back of his cock. She’d read Cosmo enough to know there were sensitive spots to his body. Things she could do to drive him crazy.

  She cherished learning the feel of him, satin and steel, ridged and flexible. The tip was wet, coated by crystal droplets spilling down the side, and she inhaled his musky scent. He groaned, his body tensed, and he watched her intently.

  Marissa wiped her finger across his crown and licked the tip of her finger. She tasted a slick saltiness that made her want to savor him fully in her mouth. Sliding her hand down to the base of his cock, she rubbed her fingertips over his balls, tight against his body.

  Wyatt gently pinched her clit making her arch up against him. She gasped, laying her head against his shoulder. He pushed her playfully back onto the bed. His fingers spread open her pussy.

  “You’re trembling from excitement. Come for me.” His chuckle came out a possessive growl. He found her spot and rubbed, gliding his finger over her sex. He didn’t stop until her knees clamped around his arm.

  She groaned, biting her tongue to restrain herself from screaming wildly. “Wyatt, please,” she moaned.

  His finger kept stroking up and slowly down. He blew on her slit. A warm, delicious hum spread over her skin and deep into her body. Her body blazed, pressure having built up, and then she felt a spasm of ecstasy and clung to him.

  He wrapped her in his arms. “Darling, darling, come for me. Let yourself go.”

  She rubbed against his body, digging her nails into his arms, her abdomen convulsing, unfurling waves of pleasure. Her desire no longer waited nice and easy but roared to life. Her blood raced, thundering in her head, boiling in her veins, mounting pressure between her thighs.

  “Wyatt, come to me.” She held out her arms to him. Her body demanded that he take what they both urgently wanted.

  God, she wanted to cry out. Her fingers bit down into his forearms, never having wanted anything as badly as she desired him. He bent and ran his finger across her slit, again and again. Her pussy pulsated, so hard the muscles in her bottom convulsed.

  He chuckled possessively. “Patience, baby.”

  When he found her swollen clit, she cried out. “Wyatt, please.” Her body took over, chasing the wild storm of her climax and he pushed her toward the edge of a cliff.

  “I’m about to make you feel damn good.” He touched her opening. Hovering, he gently pushed into her pussy just as she wanted. She’d never felt anything as explosive. He plunged gently, pushing into her and out, into her and out. She rocked along with his finger.

  “Mmmm, yes, yes. Rapturous.”

  Wyatt’s touches unfurled the seas within her body, building each wave higher until she was ready to soar or crash. She craved his body, the part that fit into her, the part that complimented her body and mind.

  As if he read her thoughts, Wyatt moved himself forward over her. His weight shifted until he covered her body. The blazing heat radiated from him across her skin but oh, it was the feel of his shaft, wedged between her thighs that made her legs open wider, seeking to let him find entrance. Liquid heat pooled and rippled in her belly and spread outward. She tried to ride the tip of his head between her thighs, wanting him to enter her body.

  “You’re so wet. I want you. Badly.” His hands found hers, and he squeezed one of her palms, bringing her hand down to his cock. “Touch me,” he whispered.

  Wyatt pumped hard into her fingers encircling his shaft. He brought his hand up along her jaw, caressing her cheek, and he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth deeply.

  She stopped stroking him as if by his silent command. He moved, rocking back on his heels. His penis stuck straight up from his groin. The veins on the sides were swollen. His cock was rigid, ruddy, and dripping. Marissa slithered her fingers over his skin. Stopping before his erection, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, holding him as he’d shown her. More drops of liquid released from his crown. She coated her thumb with his pre-cum and brushed the side her finger over the tip of his cock.

  She laced her hands together around his shaft and began moving her hands up and down. This time he remained still. His muscles strained along his arms and shoulders. Another muscle twitched along his jaw, and she met his gaze.

  “I’ve wanted you this way from the moment I saw you. Me rigid and ready in your hand, just the way I imagined.”

  She kept holding him, moving her fingers along his swollen ridge. “You’re wet? So slippery. Mmm. Hard and smooth all at once.” Her fingers curled around him again. “I want to suck you.”

  Without another warning, she lowered her head, and slid her tongue over his crown. She lapped at the tip of him before she wrapped her lips over him, taking his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed.

  He placed his hands on either side of her face, guiding her over his cock as he rocked his hips. “Oh baby, your hot little mouth delivers the sweetest pressure. God, you feel great.”

  She sucked him, moving up and over his crown, and then softly glided down his length. He pumped into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, moaning loudly. The muscles of his shoulders bunched, and his face strained. She rubbed her tongue all over him.

  His body shivered as he fucked her mouth. She slid his head deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling patterns around the tip. She explored him, sucking him, first soft then hard. She lifted her head, releasing him from her mouth, the comforter nearly torn by his hands.

  “Now, I want to suck on your pussy,” he said in hoarse voice. “Open your legs for me. Let me taste you.”

  She swallowed nervously. There was no stopping him. He repositioned his body between her legs, his shoulders wedged up against her thighs. He pressed his mouth on the inner skin of her leg. He ran his tongue slowly up her leg, flicking the hypersensitive skin at the top of her thigh. She trembled and tugged on his hair, longing to straddle his shoulders.

  His body tensed against hers, he lifted up, and an aura of power from him cloaked her. His lips brushed across the side of her slit. Was he really going to put his mouth between her legs?

  Wyatt locked his eyes with hers, and continued licking and kissing across her abdomen. He dragged his mouth over her pubic bone, nibbling her skin, and continued moving his chin downward. He slipped his scorching tongue into the top of her cleft, licking all the way down her sex. His hands smoothed the length of skin up her stomach, higher he went until his fingers rested on the curve of each of her breasts.

  He pulled her nipples, tweaking each into a hardened point. He sucked her sex, sendi
ng a current of fire up her body. Wyatt slipped his tongue into and out of her. She arched up, stifling a cry, sizzling from each point of contact. Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled his head not knowing what else to do. He gazed up at her, his stare hot and hungry, and he lowered his mouth, pushing his tongue into her slit, farther still into her opening.

  A muffled plea fell from her lips. His name came out incoherently.

  He pulled his hands down her stomach. His fingers were between her legs, trailing hot ribbons of tingling lines over her skin.

  Wyatt groaned, “I wish you could see how beautiful you are.”

  His tongue swiped across her pussy, sending a spark of pleasure in all directions. His warm, moist mouth nipped and sucked, his tongue flicked over every centimeter of her, extracting a moan steeped in bliss. Her sex throbbed, aching and swollen, and this time she didn’t hold back screaming his name. She didn’t know if she yelled his name once or several times in a row.

  He pushed his finger into her pussy. “Baby, you’re so tight,” he whispered hot words over her skin and licked her pussy again.

  A spasm unfolded deep inside her abdomen. She called out his name. “More. Please do it again.”

  He placed his palm against her hip. “You’re an inferno and so wet.”

  A sense of urgency coiled tightly, making sensible thoughts disappear from her head. Spasms of pleasure spread within her body with each lash of his tongue, a ratchet he used to tighten her desire. She rubbed her hands over his shoulders. He thumbed her sensitive spot over and over. She was falling, risking but not caring, and she knew not where he was taking her.

  “Wyatt, I’m about to explode,” she cried out, her hips coming off the bed. Release came to her with his hands on her thighs and his mouth licking her sensitized opening. She gulped in mouthfuls of air, more like deep, erratic swallows.

  “You taste so delicious. Soft and silky.”

  “Heaven couldn’t be sweeter,” she murmured, her heartbeat hammering from the inside of her chest. “And what about your pleasure?”