“My turn, handsome.” His piercing eyes glittered as he sat up on his haunches and held his big cock at the base, all proud and masculine. Beyond the desire that coursed through her blood like molten lava, the need to pleasure him and give him every part of her drove her until his need felt like her own. She couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. Without hesitation, she kneeled in front of him, took his cock between her lips, and sucked.
He threaded his hands in her hair as he let loose a deep sound of masculine pleasure. She braced her hands on his granite-hard thighs as she licked his length, tasting and teasing him, enjoying the shudders that wracked his strong body. She caressed his balls and nuzzled his lower abdomen with her nose, and the trace of manly musk there made her mouth water. It whispered to her senses of a primordial level of pleasure and need, that this was the man she craved, the only one she’d ever want. He flexed his hips, moaning as he thrust and withdrew while she sucked. She heard the snap of the lubricant bottle and seconds later he stroked the slick gel against her anus and circled his fingertips, massaging the tight ring of muscle he planned to breach for the first time. She gasped and clenched but he made a soothing sound deep in his chest as he caressed up and down her spine.
“I love your little mouth, baby. So hot and sweet.”
Heart pounding with anticipation and a little nervousness, she moaned encouragement to him when he reached down and stroked and tweaked her nipples. Wetness pooled in her cunt as he strummed them and gently tugged. Keenly aware of the diamond ring adorning her hand, she realized they’d have a lifetime before them to explore, pet, and love each other. Her heart lurched with love, and she redoubled her efforts, holding his thick shaft as she sucked just the head until he was panting.
“Enough. You’re going to make me explode and I’m not nearly done with you yet.” He leaned against her, easily toppling her as she giggled and licked her lips.
“Yummy cock, honey.”
Seth’s body heat sizzled her nerve endings as he invaded her space on the most intimate of levels. He brushed his lips and nose lightly against her outer pussy lips, breathing in as he tasted her essence. She arched her back, lifting against him, giving him complete access. He used his lubed fingers and continued gently caressing her anus as he suckled her clit until it throbbed and her cunt begged for his cock to fill it. With a wicked gleam in his eyes as he glanced at her, he alternated between quick little flicks of his tongue and hot, leisurely strokes that drove her inexorably to the edge of orgasm.
With the very tips of his fingers, he raked the rose tattoo from her abdomen, up her ribs, to beside her breast. It felt as if Seth had pulled a cord within her as she arched her back in reaction. Seeming pleased with himself, he did it again, so lightly, it vibrated and ached through her body from head to toe. Slick, hot moisture leaked from her pussy in response.
“Please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
The deep rumbling in his chest sounded like approval as she begged.
He pressed one fingertip to her back entrance as he continued apace with his tongue, pushing her to the edge. When he slid his fingertip into her anus, her body went into sensory overload. She muffled her scream with her hand as she undulated with each wave of her orgasm.
With the climax still echoing, he shifted and slid into her clenching, tightened cunt with one fluid stroke. She latched on tight as they came together with grinding strokes and a second orgasm gripped her in ecstasy, even as she continued the dance. She was greedy for more as the coils of pleasure tightened their hold on her, and he growled his encouragement. She arched beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust until a third climax burst inside her. He shifted into an upright kneeling stance and kept the pace, fucking her with wild abandon as the ripples began again.
“Yes. Oh, yes, Seth. More. Please don’t stop!”
“Never, baby. I love listening to you come.”
Her movements slowed while he maintained the pace as every muscle drew tight and she teetered on the edge. He shortened his strokes, rubbing her G-spot, until she saw stars and the fourth orgasm detonated inside her. She bowed her back as a blazing fire consumed her.
He rocked against her, holding her to him tightly, his teeth gritted so hard the muscles in his jaws were knotted and all his muscles vibrated with tension. Deep, absolute ecstasy replaced the wild lust in his expression. A feeling of sensual, feminine power filled her at knowing she was responsible for putting that look on his face.
Finally, she went limp, unable to hold on to him. He lay with her in the soft comfort of the cushions, whispering to her as she caught her breath. “I love you, Jayne.” He stroked her breast with a shaking hand and nuzzled her throat. “I love you so much.”
Sliding her fingers over his sweat-slicked skin, she pressed her lips to his forehead and murmured love sounds to him until he kissed her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. “Baby, I love you too. I want to spend my life loving you. You’re so good to me.”
After a few minutes, he withdrew from her still-tingling cunt and handed her the glass of wine. His essence and the taste of her own passion on her lips intensified the peach flavor of the wine, and she sighed with satisfaction as he kissed the tattoo from the top, near her right breast, to the bottom on her upper left thigh. He paused to lay several wet, openmouthed kisses at the now-disguised patch of skin that had been the site of her radiation therapy below her navel.
Dustin Lynch’s “Cowboys and Angels” played softly on Seth’s stereo as he lay down on the large cushion and drew her back to his front, blanketing the skin where they touched with his body heat.
She whispered, “Will you fuck my virgin ass with your big, hard cock now?” The tremor in her voice probably gave away her nervousness at the prospect, but she’d discovered recently that Seth loved when she shared the thoughts in her naughty, erotica-writer mind with him.
“Yes, sweet Jayne.” His fingertips strayed again to her ass and massaged her already-lubricated sphincter until both her asshole and her cunt clenched with anticipation. Her sensitive nerve endings were sizzling and her heart pounded as he slid one fingertip in. She tried to grind on it, wanted more.
Even though she had no firsthand knowledge, she did her best to enflame his lust, knowing he’d be gentle and take good care of her. “I want to feel you deep inside me, Seth. Deep where no man but you will ever go. I want you everywhere and I want you to fill me with your cum.” She convulsed ecstatically when he bit down gently on the slope where her shoulder met her neck as he slid his finger deep in her channel. “Fuck, yes!”
“I can’t wait to feel your tight little ass gripping every inch of my cock, baby. So hot, so good. And you’re all mine.” His voice had a gravelly quality to it that resonated in all her senses.
Love and lust raged into an inferno within her as she gripped the forearm that trapped her in his embrace as he slid his finger from her and probed with two, gradually sliding them both in her clenching ass.
“Yes, all yours.” Completely at his mercy, all she could do was accept his touch as she trembled with pleasure. The burning in her anus increased as he added a third digit and she moaned.
“Relax for me, sweet Jayne.” He slid his other hand down to her cunt and stroked her clit with expert precision. “Your pussy is so slick and hot. Making love to you is like heaven. Sliding into your ass may kill me, it’s going to feel so good.” Pulses rippled in her cunt and she knew she couldn’t hold back the climax and didn’t know what to do. She moaned as she rode his fingers and cried out when they slid deeper in her ass, intensifying the swelling wave inside her. “Yes, baby. Come for me.” As though her body had needed permission, the orgasm broke over her with such intensity she saw stars. He held her tight and kept at his strokes until the climax subsided.
As she caught her breath, he withdrew his fingers, and wiped the lubrication off so he could open the condom. Her heart tripped as she took the condom from him with shaking fingers and tore it open for him. She sm
iled up at him and felt sure he must hear the hammering in her heart as she rolled the condom onto his rock-hard-and-ready cock. She went a step further, pouring lubricant into her hand and then stroking him until he stopped her.
“I want this to be good for you too, baby. I appreciate your trust but I’ll stop if you need me to.”
She knew already she’d never stop him. It might hurt but even so, she wanted it more than she feared the pain. She wanted to know and he was the one she wanted to teach her about this dark, taboo pleasure.
He lubed her until she was soaked and then plied her ass with three fingertips again, torturing her with his possessive but gentle intrusion.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please, Seth. I want you. Need you.”
He tilted her forward so she could relax with her front against the cushion. He covered her back with his chest, curling around her, as he spread her thighs and fit himself between them. His weight and warmth were reassuring, and she did her best to relax for him as his rigid length nudged at her quivering asshole. He laced his fingers with hers on one hand, pressing a kiss to her hot cheek, as he guided his cock with the other and the head gained entrance. The pressure against her sphincter made her want to back up against him, to give him more of herself, but he pinned her beneath him to keep her still and rocked his hips against her.
“Yes, Seth. You’re so big.”
He kissed her head and growled as she panted. His thrusts gained purchase, and she hissed. The stretching turned to burning and the burning turned to a pain that had a sexual edge that should’ve made her want to stop but only made her want more. He stopped moving.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Slow. Oh, Seth. It’s…Oh.”
She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to tell him what she was feeling. She wanted all of him, but she was almost afraid to go on, but there was no way she could stop now. She wanted more. She needed to know him like this. Needed to be his in every way.
He pressed against her ass cheek, and on the next thrust he slid in to the root and the raw edge of pain dissipated. She took a deep breath and moaned as he slowly pulled back and inched in again. Each time he did it, the burning receded and the pleasure bloomed. Her cunt and clit ached and throbbed until she started to move with him, grinding her ass in a circular motion he sounded like he enjoyed.
Her attention was caught by a humming sensation, and he chuckled in her ear. “Got you a little something, baby.”
She couldn’t see it but recognized the powerful vibrations when he stroked her thigh with the soft silicone vibrator. She clenched her fingers in his when he caressed her cunt with it. Her whole body tensed up, and he groaned again as he quickened the pace of his fucking. He held it to her clit, and she became a writhing mass of need. Her pussy clenched, and the orgasm broke through her with such intensity her jaw locked and she couldn’t make a sound.
“Yes, Jayne. Come, baby!”
He grasped her to him and rolled so that she was on top of him, her back to his chest. His fingers found her clenching cunt, and he rubbed her clit and pumped two fingers in and out of her, throwing her right back to the edge again. They were both soaked with sweat, and their flesh slid and slithered together as he fucked her ass until she felt him arch beneath her, lifting her with him. He trapped her clit between two fingers, and she sank her fingernails into his shoulders as she held on and cried out in ecstasy. He held her firmly clasped in his arms as he drove deep and stilled to a fine tremble. His breathless panting as he came was like music in her ears.
With their legs entwined and his cock buried deep in her ass, they lay there catching their breath. Her body still vibrated from her seventh orgasm of the night, and she couldn’t feel her feet or her fingers.
Seth stroked the juncture between her mound and her inner thigh. “If this is what being married to you will be like, bring on the ball and chain, baby.”
She giggled, which made her clench, which made Seth groan. He stroked her abdomen and she giggled again. They alternated between laughing and groaning as she reveled in the lighthearted aftermath of the most intense sexual experience of her life. She hoped for many more.
Placing his hand over what she instinctively knew was the spot darkened slightly by her radiation treatment, Seth said, “I think you’re the best risk I’ve ever taken, Jayne. I want as many years as I can have with you and as many moments like this as we have time for. Not moving forward because there’s a chance your cancer could return is not an option. I want all of you, your pleasure and your hurts. I’ll love you through whatever the future holds.” He kissed the tears that rolled across her temples as she lay there, luxuriating in his care.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jayne giggled as her cell phone chimed in her pocket. Wiping her hands to get any stray wet paint off of them, she glanced over to Toby, who had been alternating between watching her in fascination and gumming his stuffed bunny and his other toys. He had more teeth coming in but wasn’t one to complain much. He just drooled nonstop.
A few minutes before, she’d surreptitiously shot a picture of herself dressed in one of Seth’s old shirts, with the buttons undone and her posed so that he could see lots and lots of cleavage.
Seth’s reply had been immediate. “You’re killin’ me, woman. I want to kiss them both but I have to work. I like you in my shirt though. I love you.”
Feeling naughty for distracting him, she slipped into the bathroom and unbuttoned the shirt so he could see her breasts more fully, gave him a come-hither stare and crooked her finger. She was thankful her bra was ivory lace. The effect wouldn’t have been as good if she’d been wearing her plain white bra. She checked the picture before sending it, satisfied that nipples and cleavage were looking good, and then giggled as she clicked Send.
The next reply came even quicker. “Not only do I want to kiss them, I want to take a bite of them, and then spank your luscious butt for teasing me. I love you.” She peeked around the bathroom door to check on Toby and make sure he was fine.
Feeling positively wicked, she unhooked the front closure of the bra and peeled the cups back and took a picture blowing a kiss. The lightning-fast reply was four words. “*thud* I love you.”
Knowing she might very well get a spanking for it, and relishing the thought as her panties grew damp, she slid Toby’s playpen into the living room, from where it had been in the hallway, and popped in a Yo Gabba Gabba! DVD. Toby clapped and chortled as the music started.
Jayne slipped back into the bathroom and stripped, posed quickly, snapped the picture, and reminded herself to delete all those salacious images from her phone as she hurriedly sent it to him with the message, “Mr. Carter, I’ve been a very, very naughty girl.” She dressed quickly, checked on Toby, and then went back to painting.
Seth’s reply was just as quick. “I am marrying a goddess.”
With red-hot cheeks, she perched on the ladder, turned the camera, and took one more picture, wondering if he’d see the love that vibrated in her soul for him in her eyes. She hit Send and put the phone on the top of the ladder for easy access. She almost felt bad for keeping him from his work.
A deep, unfamiliar, accented voice echoed in the empty room. “Well, well, well. What have we here?”
Jayne’s heart stopped in her chest. Seth had locked and bolted the door himself before he’d left for the studio that morning. Lucy had the only extra key on her key ring now. The only way in the front door was breaking in.
* * * *
Seth smiled as another message came through. Did she have any idea how much she was torturing him? Did she have any idea how much he adored her right now—how much of a sap he was for her? He opened the picture and smiled. Her emotions were written all over her face. More than anything, he wanted to hold her and kiss her, but he had a client walking in the door. He turned to the light to get a better look at the picture and paused. In the background, which was a little fuzzy, were two other people. One wa
s holding Toby above his playpen in the living room, and the other one was in the hall, his back to Jayne.
No one was scheduled to be at his house today. And dressed in black business suits, they didn’t resemble any of their friends. A cold chill swept over him, and a sense of something urgent that he couldn’t pinpoint made him plead a family emergency with his client. He started to dial Jayne’s number after locking the front door on the studio, but then stopped himself. If she had her phone with her, there was no point in giving that fact away by calling her. If it was just people from her work or her family who had come by, then he’d find that out in a few minutes. If something bad was happening, and he had a bad, stone-cold feeling it was, then the better course of action was to call Hank Stinson. Second-guessing himself, he halted that call and drove to the house as quickly as he could.
* * * *
The unfamiliar man, dressed in a black suit, held up Tamar’s cell phone, which Seth had left on the kitchen counter, and in English, heavy with a French accent, he said, “Breach of contract is very bad form. Where is Tamar?” His tone left no room for question or equivocation.
“She’s gone. Japan, I think. She left Tobias with Seth two months ago. Who are you? What do you mean, breach of contract?”
Staring at her speculatively, he seemed to arrive at some sort of decision. “You may call me Henri. I’m completing the deal I struck two months ago. Thank you for turning on the cell phone. We’ve been hoping to track the GPS signal. The couple I made the bargain with was growing impatient.” His words were sharp and overarticulated as though he was finally able to vent frustration he’d been holding in.
Jayne’s heart dropped in her chest when another, larger man appeared behind the one speaking, holding a very wary, haunted-looking Toby. He also spoke with a thick French accent. “The diaper bag on the counter is already packed.”
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