by Bette Ford
He stood beside the bed, his heart galloping inside his chest and his fingers far from steady as he unzipped, then removed his slacks before moving to his boxers. His eyes slowly moved over her, as he tried to memorize every detail of her dark beauty. To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She took his breath away.
“So lovely,” he whispered, as he came down beside her to kiss her soft lips before moving to her throat. He lingered relishing her feminine scent. She was flawless, her dark skin incredibly smooth, soft, and luscious.
Although petite, Trenna was all woman and incredibly sexy. Placing a series of kisses along her jaw line, Darrin discovered the sensitive spot behind her ear. He lingered when he felt her shiver. Smiling, he laved the sweet-scented valley between her small, plumb breasts. He sighed. Everything about Trenna was exquisite. She was warm, responsive, perfect for him.
When she trembled, so did he. And when she stroked his body, the physical combined with the emotional need to be with her was so powerful that it took every bit of his resolve to remain in control. He paused to take slow, deep, even breaths.
He adored her response to him. He stroked her and she nearly purred like a kitten. She showed him without words that she preferred a slow hand. She was so sweet that he was willing to give her whatever she needed…however she needed it. He followed instincts as old as time; he just knew to give her time to adjust to him and their intimacy. What they had was, although intense, also brand new and untried. He forced himself to ignore the urgent demands of his pulsating sex to hurry and finish. Instead, he concentrated on pleasing her. As he tongued the soft skin between her breasts, he swallowed a groan. He lingered on a tender spot that made her gasp. He slowed even? more, learning where she was most sensitive.
“Mmm,“ he hummed deep in his throat. “…you’re delicious, like a sun-ripened peach, so sweet and meant to be savored.”
He took her engorged, ebony peak into his mouth. He laved the hardened tip, teasing until she whimpered with pleasure as he luxuriated in her sweetness. Cupping her, he took the nipple deep into his mouth while gradually increasing the suction. He didn’t slow until she cried out her enjoyment.
Although hard and aching as his need to be inside of her intensified, he focused on her. When he shifted his attention to the other breast, he was thrilled when her moans turned into throaty feminine whimpers of need. Knowing she wanted him ratcheted up his own excitement.
He marveled at how good she felt in his arms, so right, as if God had created her just for him. Her earthy, feminine scent filled his nostrils and inflamed his senses as he cupped and then squeezed her unbelievably, soft mounds. She was slick and deliciously damp. Suspecting she might be close to completion, he increased the suction. Trenna’s petite frame tensed an instant before her small body began to shake from the force of her climax.
He held her close as if she were a rare treasure, thoroughly enjoying their intimacy. He was thrilled by the way she came apart in his arms. It was too much and not nearly enough all at the same time. Her climax had nearly pushed him to the edge of his control. Darrin hurt, rock-hard with the need to be inside of her. He ached for the release that only she could give. His heart picked up speed at the mere thought of her coming apart while he was deep inside her.
“Sweet,” he said, placing a series of kisses across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose to the small tip. Uncertain if he saw moisture in her eyes, he asked, “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
Overwhelmed with emotions, Trenna dropped her lids. She managed to nod.
“Good. Now, beautiful, tell me what you like and what you need from me. “
Her eyes went wide realizing that he was serious and expected an answer! Having never been on the receiving end of such sensual attention, she didn’t know what to say.
Goodness! She was in shock, trying to process the fact that she had climaxed! It was a first for her. Plus, she was flustered. She was unsure of herself, had no idea what she was feeling. Yet, her body still tingled and craved more. She longed to once again experience that mind-blowing release. Her heart-raced excitement and her body ached when she thought of him deep inside of her.
Darrin cupped her face, then repeated his question.
Instead of answering, she ran her hand down his neck and over his broad shoulders before she smoothed his hair-roughed chest. He was big; his body was long and muscular, his waist lean, his stomach tight, and his buttocks firm. His sex, like the rest of him, was heavy and swollen with desire. Darrin was magnificent, wonderfully made. And she wanted…him.
Pressing open-mouth kisses along the side of his neck and indulging her senses, she luxuriated in his feel and taste. Delighted by his moans of pleasure, she followed the line of his chest hair down to his stomach. She enjoyed touching him until she realized she brushed the heavy crown of his sex.
She froze as thoughts from the past intruded on the moment. She snatched her hand away as she recalled Martin’s displeasure. He blamed her when she failed to arouse him. But he had had numerous complaints, ranging from her lack of response to his hard, punishing kisses and his roughness in bed, to him being enraged at her refusal to watch pornography with him and re-enact the scenes. He often voiced his disappointment claiming she was as cold as a dead fish in bed.
“What’s wrong?” Darrin whispered as he lavished attention on her throat.
Trenna shivered. She had been studying him through her lashes wondering, if she disappointed him, would he get angry? Would he blame her? Accuse her of teasing him and not being enough?
“Nothing is wrong,” she lied.
“Okay, ” cradling her face, he whispered against her kiss-swollen mouth. “Trenna…please,” he begged, then licked her bottom lip. “Darlin’, do it again. I want to feel your hands on me.”
The dark blue flame of desire in his eyes was unmistakable. Tentative at first, she caressed his taut stomach, then gradually moved to caress his hard shaft. Eyes closed, he groaned, then he shuddered when she took him in her small hands. He showed her what he liked, strong strokes from the thick base to the broad crest.
By the time he called out her name he was shaking from the pleasure. He caught her hands and kissed the center of each palm. After sharing a series of wildly, seductive kisses, he held her close to his heart.
Trenna was also trembling. And her tremors increased as he caressed her curves. Caught up in a sensuous haze, she automatically opened for him. Finally, he touched her where she longed for most. He cupped her mound and squeezed her softness. Panting from the pleasure of his touch, she was embarrassingly wet, burning with need for his touch. She realized that she wanted him. No, she needed him. And the feelings were so intense she couldn’t think.
“Darrin…” she gasped as he caressed the curls covering her sex. She nearly forgot to breathe by the time he parted her folds, opening her to his caresses. He teased, stroked, played while he bent to take her engorged nipple into his mouth and sucked. The combining sensations were intense, the pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced. Her body practically hummed with excitement. All of it was new and she didn’t know how to control it, contain it. There was no comparison.
“Trenna…”
“Yes…” she said huskily. She was keenly aware of everything about him. His scent was intoxicating, his taste sinfully enticing, but his touch was utterly sublime. With her eyes closed and her entire focus on him she didn’t realize that he was no longer stroking her with his fingers but his shaft. He used the broad crown to tantalize, to tease her moist opening. With thumb, he worried her ultra sensitive nub, repeating the caress until her entire body was shaking. It was when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, she came apart in his arms.
“Oh! Oh!!!” she gasped as she climaxed. This one was more powerful than the first.
Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she clung to him her heart pounding. Talk about sweet agony! She couldn’t remember feeling so feminine, or alive. Every caress of his body against hers
, every stroke of his tongue was so unbelievably wonderful that she didn’t want it to ever end. As her breathing slowed, she realized he had moved.
“Where are you going?”
He kissed her nose. “Getting condoms.”
“Okay.” She let him go. Embarrassed because she hadn’t thought of protection, plus she was clinging to him. She’d been savoring their closeness, not wanting it to end. The truth was she liked being cradled in his arms, liked that he made her feel special. She still hadn’t gotten over what had happened.
Although, he didn’t take long, Trenna couldn’t relax, not until he was caressing her from nape to hips. She pushed away the questions, the doubts from the past. Instead she concentrated on him and how he made her feel. She ached deep inside for him. Unfamiliar sparks of desire burned from within.
Their kiss was long and deep.
When their lips parted, he said, “Trenna, you feel so good in my arms, so right. Can you feel how badly I want you? Need you?”
“Yes…please, hurry.”
He said in her ear in a husky whisper, “I’ve waited so long to have you like this. But there’s no need to rush.”
“No! I want you now.”
“And I want you. But, sweetheart, you’re small. I’m not. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head no. “You won’t.” All she knew was it had to be now…before she lost her nerve. “Hurry…”
Darrin gave a quick nod, before he pressed forward, slowly penetrating her damp heat. Trenna gasped at the unrelenting pressure. He was large and she struggled to accommodate him.
Straining to remain still, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m hurting you.”
“Don’t stop,” she insisted. But when he pressed forward she winced aloud.
“I am hurting you!”
“I’m fine.” She locked her arms and legs around him before he could pull out. She needed this. She was determined to prove to herself that there was nothing wrong with her. She was woman enough to give him pleasure.
Darrin groaned, before he trailed kisses down her cheek, He suckled her earlobe. “Trenna, you’re so sweet, so unbelievably tight.” He licked her bottom lip before he kissed her again and again. Then he moved down and sponged the sensitive place on the side of her throat.
Overwhelmed by his scent, his muscular frame and his hard, pulsating length deep inside made her tremble.
He husked, “How…long…has…it been?”
Although she heard the question, she could barely think, let alone string coherent sentences together.
“Trenna…how long has it been since…”
Instead of answering, she melted against him stringing kisses across his shoulders and the base of his throat. She tingled when he groaned in response. He felt so good, so right that she wanted him, wanted every inch of him deep inside.
Seduced by the lure of their kisses, she was delighted when he’d dropped his head and licked and then kissed her breast. Uncontrollable tremors shook her as he moved to the other breast. Darrin sampled Trenna’s sweetness as if he adored her taste and relished the satiny smoothness of her skin. She was cognizant of him in a way she had never experienced before. It was all so new. His incredible firmness, deep inside made her ache and rock against him. The insistent tug of his mouth on her nipple inflamed her desire until she felt like a throbbing mass of raw nerves.
Darrin groaned heavily as she tightened around him. Cupping and squeezing her hips, his eyes bore urgently into hers. “You’re driving me wild, destroying my control.”
Following instincts as old as time, she tightened her inner muscles and then released. She did it, again and again, stroking him from the tip to base. They both moaned in response.
“I’m trying not to hurt you.”
Frustrated, she leaned over to licked his nipple while rocking her hips against his. He released a husky growl from deep in his throat before he shocked her by rolling onto his back and taking her with him. His strong arms kept her in place.
She was shocked. Not used to being on top, she tucked her face it between his neck and shoulder. Darrin brought her mouth down to his. They shared several tongue-stroking, heart-stopping kisses before he took her breast into his mouth. He tongued and savored it as if the nipple was a rich, sweet drop of chocolate.
Before she could catch her breath, Darrin moved her along his shaft once, twice. Then he allowed her to establish her own rhythm and take as much of him as she liked. At first, her strokes were shallow as she adjusted to his size. He growled and she moaned with mutual pleasure when she took all of him. She marveled at how perfectly they fit together before he began to thrust in earnest. She cried out as he gave them exactly what they craved. She clung to him, riding him hard and fast. There was no holding back for either of them, for they were caught up in the timeless, tantalizing dance of lovemaking.
Mesmerized, Trenna was unable to focus on anything outside of Darrin and the magic they shared. Goosebumps pimpled her skin as he tongued and then gently suckled the tender place on her throat. Shivering, she cried out when he slid a hand down between their bodies to stroke her ultra sensitive nub. He didn’t stop until she was screaming his name as she trembled from convulsions. Her release triggered his, thrusting him into a powerful climax.
He caught her when she collapsed on his chest. Even after their heart rates slowed and their breathing returned to normal, he continued to hold her.
Still in a daze, Trenna’s thoughts were all over the place, chaotic and fueled by emotions. She felt as if she had been caught up in a whirlwind. This was not the first time. She had been married, for heaven’s sake! She thought she knew all there was to know about what went on between a man and woman. Evidently, she had been mistaken. If what she just experienced with Darrin was sex, then what had she shared with Martin?
Unlike her friends, she didn’t enjoy sex. She’d never been tempted to jump into bed with any of the men she’d dated. Long ago, she had accepted her shortcomings. So what had just happened?
She had high hopes of finding true closeness and intimacy when she got married. For years, she had really tried to please her husband. But gradually she had given up, realizing she’d never be the woman Martin wanted. The year before Martin passed, Trenna had given up on them and avoided having sex.
But tonight with Darrin she felt as if she had finally made love. She didn’t know what to think or what she was feeling. Goodness! She had not expected and certainly not been prepared for the all-consuming passion and overwhelming pleasure that she discovered in Darrin’s arms. It had been pure magic, having his hands, mouth and body all over hers.
Goodness! They had made love. Love? Where had that come from? No! They hadn’t! What they had was very good sex. Trenna closed her eyes as if she could block out her thoughts. Love was dangerous, scary. No, it was not love.
How could she have made love with a man she wasn’t sure she even liked? Goodness! She really needed to get the “L” word out of her head. Darrin didn’t love her and she didn’t love him. The only “L” that applied in this situation was lust. Now that that was settled she was able to relax.
Trenna sighed. Her body still tingled from release when Darrin smoothed a soothing hand from her nape down to her spine. When he kissed the tip of her nose she smiled. All too soon, Darrin had Trenna whimpering in frustration as he teased her with feather-light brush of his lips against hers, instead of the deep tongue kisses she now craved. Impatient, she sucked his bottom Iip, taking it into her mouth. She was quickly rewarded when he groaned and turned the kiss into a hot, sensual caress. She trembled from the pleasure.
She and Martin had been married for years. Not even once had he been tender, nor had he ever made her body tingle with awareness or her heart pound with excitement. She had never ached for her husband or begged him to come inside her. Was it any wonder she was confused?
She had firsthand knowledge of his impatience and frustration with her. He never bothered to hide his keen
disappointment in her. His angry barbs hurt her feelings and destroyed her self-confidence. Every time they had had sex he eroded her self-esteem, and made her feel as if he was using her for his own pleasure.
“Trenna…” Darrin crooned into her ear, “you’re so sweet and soft, simply incredible.”
She stared at him, wanting to believe his words. His eyes were so dark blue they sparkled like a star-filled sky at midnight. His pleasure in her seemed so real. As her heart was racing at the possibility, she didn’t know what to think. She dropped her lids in the hope of concealing her emotions. Tonight had been so special it didn’t seem real. Things like this happened to her girlfriends, not her.
Lingering at the base of her throat, Darrin sponged and then peppered kisses there. She shivered, cognizant of his enticing male scent, the firmness of his chest against her breasts and the firm pressure of his erection. Her eyes went wide as she realized he must not have finished. His body was still hard and pulsating with need…
Her disappointment was keen. She had to bit her lip to keep from crying. She had failed…again. Martin had been right about one thing. She wasn’t enough.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, forcing a smile. She was glad that Darrin knew nothing about her sexual history. He didn’t need to know. Tonight was a mistake. So what if, until tonight, she had never climaxed? Her intense response to him was not the issue.
She sighed. The problems in her marriage weren’t something she could share with anyone, not even her best friend. No one cared about her personal problems. Talking about it had not changed that she hadn’t been enough for her husband.
“Less than a woman.” Her late husband’s taunt played in her head again and again. Deeply shamed by her inability, she blinked hard, refusing to cry. But tonight was not about Martin. It was about her. For a short time, she had been euphoric. It ended the moment she realized Darrin was still aroused. Her disappointment overshadowed all that had gone on before.