This was where it could get damned embarrassing. Like it wasn’t already? he mocked himself. Rolling his head to loosen the muscles knotting across his neck, he continued, “Sitting on the couch just now, holding you, I remembered that dream. That’s what happened,” he mused, meaning the pulsating staff beneath her fingers. His voice was growing gravely, the edge of his restraint slipping with her hand still cradling him. What was the bright idea again of having her do that? The pressure of her touch was excruciatingly delicious. “I was trying to protect you from how much I want you,” he whispered, his frame trembling with desire beneath her touch.
He groaned, the subtle flex of her fingers taking his shape and molding to it. He dug deep for the strength to let her go before he lost his total sense of decency, but she shook her head, freezing him. In that instant, he was sure his heart stopped.
“What was the dream?”
Silence ticked by with hard pulses of his blood in his ears. Her lips parted, and he hungered.
He swallowed when he found he couldn’t utter a single sound. A single spark of sanity inserted itself into his common sense. He shook his head and tried to create space between them. “No, Sheridan. Not like this.”
She squeezed gently, enough to get his attention. His spine snapped straight. He’d have followed her through the gates of Hell in that instant.
“Tell me.”
He shuddered at the throaty, seductive rawness in her voice. He lowered and kissed her, thrusting his tongue to touch her, to lick her, to taste her. She whimpered and her palm slid up and down his zipper. The groan slipped out before he knew he was even making it.
When he left the playground of her lips, the dream sliced into him with a carnal heat that scorched his insides with hunger. Panting, he zeroed in on her mouth. “I love your lips, your mouth. I love your mouth.” He shuddered, desire raging to feel his length sliding into that wicked heat. He gulped when she deliberately raked her fingernails down denim, striking the teeth of his zipper in an erotic, teasing vibration. He hissed. “Sheridan.”
Giving one last tenuous warning, he told her, “If I don’t leave now, I won’t be leaving until morning.”
“I have coffee.”
He growled, his cougar echoing the intense need boiling through his veins with a yowling scream. Dario’s resistance crashed into a pile like a building imploding. One second, strong and sturdy, the next, a pile of dust and shattered willpower. With a quick glance to make sure all the blinds were drawn, he grasped the bottom of her blouse and ripped it free over her head.
His cock hardened painfully seeing her body, indulging in the first view of her breasts, encased in rose colored satin. “Another fantasy of mine,” he murmured.
“Oh?” she asked breathlessly.
Running a learning finger from the bottom of her chin, he slipped into the valley of her breasts, up and down with methodical slowness. “These luscious tits and my cock. God, you have an incredible body.” Wrapping his arms around her, he licked her, savoring her flavor as he traveled down her shoulder to the top of her breast. She shivered in answer when he nipped with tender teeth at the plump skin held so delightfully in her bra.
She arched, thrusting into him. Dario didn’t misread her need. She squirmed and panted as he laved over the hardened nub beneath the satin. Grasping it between his teeth, he suckled her, drawing the cloth-covered nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her. Fingers clawed into his waist as shudders rolled down her body.
Letting her stand straight, he pressed his face into her breasts, fucking the dark, silk valley of her body with his tongue. He purred, licking his lips, relishing her sweet taste. The sharp tug of her nails in his hair brought him up again. Desire made her eyes sparkle. “Beautiful.” She shivered again. He claimed her mouth before she could think of any kind of rebuttal.
Impatiently, he unhooked the strap of her bra, gliding it down her body. Once free, the heavy mounds of flesh filled his hands. He squeezed them and she shivered. “Sensitive, sweetheart?”
She whimpered, nodding shakily. Oh, sweet Jesus, he silently moaned. Could she get any better? She trembled when he scraped the hardened tips with his nails. Before she crumpled completely, he inched her towards to the couch. Laying her down, he covered her, a thigh between her legs. The heat of her desire singed him through two layers of denim and underwear.
Shit! He tried to remember if he had any rubbers. Diving for a kiss, her fingers drilling through his hair, his brain made one last effort before it malfunctioned. “Baby, I don’t have any condoms.”
“Bedroom,” she gasped.
When he rose up on his forearms, making sure he’d heard her right, she explained while she worked fingers under his rumpled shirt, touching his stomach and abdomen with curious fingers. “I’m modern, not stupid.”
In that moment, he knew he fell a little in love with her.
Chapter Seven
Hefting off of her body, he lifted her to her feet with a single hand, scooping the other around her bare back until her breasts mashed into his chest. He groaned. “Fuck me.” Then he swept in and kissed her. Blood pulsed like a roaring river, ramming through his body. He couldn’t remember a single time when he’d ever felt this hot, this hungry for a woman. She was turning him into an inferno of need.
“I’m going to tell you every single fantasy I’ve ever had, baby.” He licked at the seam of her lips and she melted into him. Rising on her toes, she pressed her body against his groin. Dario moaned through the sensation of her body rubbing over his.
“You didn’t even tell me the first one,” she replied, a laughing, teasing lilt in her voice.
Guiding her into the one room he hadn’t visited yet, he didn’t bother turning on the light. “Sweetheart, if I get that one fantasy tonight, my heart may not survive the shock.”
Lashes fluttered. “Oh. Now that does sound like a challenge.” The drag of her fingers snaked under his shirt again, and he chuckled. Then she was tugging it free of his jeans waist. With a little help, the pullover vanished beyond his shoulder.
Within minutes, they’d managed to strip each other bare, except for one little article that left Dario speechless.
“A thong?” His beautiful woman wore thongs? He couldn’t believe it, but there it was. A silk triangle smaller than a handkerchief.
She giggled self-consciously. “They make me feel sexy.”
“Sheridan, if you were any more sexy, I’d incinerate.”
Her eyes widened, her immediate answer being to shake her head. He gripped her between firm palms. “Never again. I mean that.” Confusion dampened her excitement. “After. We’ll talk later. I need you now, baby.”
With his mouth devouring hers, he urged her backward until the edge of the bed stopped her. “Where are they? I’m not getting out of this bed for anything.”
“Nightstand.”
He grinned. “Hallelujah.” Then laughing at her startled chirp, he toppled them both to the bed, catching her in his arms. Rolling her beneath him, he began to drop open-mouth kisses across her collarbone. When he reached the harried beat of her pulse in her neck, he suckled the erratic pounding between his lips, scraping his teeth over her before pulling hard on the skin. She arched and groaned like a winter wind, a low howl that made the hair on his arms stand up. He’d never heard that sound, never heard it come from a woman. He shuddered as the timbre faded.
The sound alone made his cock thicken more. Shaking his head as though to clear it, he bent, finding a puckered nipple. He didn’t hesitate, drawing her deeply into his mouth. She mewled and clawed at the bed as raw passion spiked wildly.
Gliding his hand down over her hip and thigh, he stumbled yet again. Waxed? Waxed and thongs? He was so close to losing his control, he had to stop. Just for a second, or he was going ravage her, and he wanted their first time to be more than a rushed fuck.
Holding his lust in check, he licked, curving beneath the sweet flesh of her breast. She whimpered in answer, and it
drove his cougar insane.
Mine. Ours, Dario corrected.
His cougar was anxious, wanting to mark her, to claim her, not that Dario could blame it. Soon, he soothed. Trust first. Delving under the miniscule excuse for underwear, the damp edges of her pussy waited for him. He moaned, sucking harder as his fingers investigated more of her body.
She cried through his name, arching off the bed. Releasing her breast, he licked his lips, her heady, sexy scent curling under his nose, enticing him. Inching down the bed and taking long swiping licks of her skin on the way, he fingered the cream satin encircling her waist. Tracing the indent of her hip with his fingers, he grazed over her body until he stopped, hovering over the damp apex of material. Her body trembled with her reactions, her hands fisting into the blankets beneath her.
Bending at the waist, he pressed his lips to the satin and inhaled, licking the heady dampness onto his tongue. His cat clawed at his insides and he winced, snarling back. Retreating, knowing it had pushed its luck too hard, Dario was left in peace. With a sigh of relief, and praying Sheridan hadn’t noticed the hiccup in his behavior, Dario hooked the strings of her thong under his thumbs and tugged, gliding it down her body.
He couldn’t wait to drink from her well, to lap at the cream glistening on her plumped pussy edges. Tossing the underwear onto the closest surface, he used his shoulders to make room, spreading her thighs. They quivered in anticipation. With the delicate pressure of his thumbs, he spread her skin and inhaled, groaning as the scent slammed into his darkest recesses and bound him with a shackle he didn’t want to ever break.
“I want to devour you,” he managed, his voice raw with the rise and crest of his needs. A renewed shimmy sliced down her. He watched entranced as her body reacted, a fresh flush of dew slicking her core. “Do you like that baby?” He lifted a few inches on his elbows to see her face. She’d captured her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes closed as she panted. “Do you like hearing how sexy you are? How much I want to lick your pussy, how much you drive me insane?”
Jerkily, she nodded. She held the blankets so tightly, her fingers had turned white. Fuck me. She likes the dirty talk. With the friction of the bedding beneath him encouraging the throb of his cock, he had to take a deep breath for a whole new purpose. To try to calm his blood.
The woman was a smorgasbord of sexuality.
Getting as comfortable as he could with his shaft beating angrily at being ignored, Dario separated the slick folds and homed in on her clit. The swollen bead pulsed when he dared to tap it with his tongue. A cried mewl was her reply to his touches.
That would not do.
“What will it take to make you howl again, baby?” he mused, his breath flowing over her weeping sex.
“Dario,” she pleaded. Her hips arched, enticing or begging, it mattered little.
“What if I did this?” he asked her, sucking her clit between his teeth then humming as he rolled his tongue over her. She cried out sharply.
No, that wasn’t it either. Now, he was enjoying the challenge, taking his time with her pleasure. “Give me a pillow,” he ordered.
With a shaking hand, one appeared before him. “Lift that beautiful ass, sweetness.” She did and he smiled. With the pillow in place, he resumed his position. “I hope you’re ready because I’m not quitting until I hear you howl.”
She shivered, whimpering.
When he slowly slid his tongue over the pinked flesh of her pussy, she gasped and stiffened. Pausing for a heartbeat, he asked her, “Are you an oral virgin?” Her reactions were off the chart with the little he’d done so far.
A weak, breathy “Yes” floated to him.
Fuckers. I bet they fucked her and ran.
Rolling a shoulder, he told her, “Okay honey, just lay there and enjoy.” Because I know I am.
With sure strokes, he strummed her flesh, slipping in and out of the tight center with his tongue. Quakes rocked her hips and she pushed into him, silently pleading for more. Her taste was divine, sweet and unique as he licked at her cream.
Damn, he wanted her to come. He wanted to have her so deep on his tongue, he’d be able to taste her for days. Gliding a finger along her labia, he slicked her skin then swirled to lap up the moisture. Then, without letting her know his next move, he dove to suckle her clit, gliding his stiff finger into her sheath. Heat and silk. She clamped down on him and he shuddered in answer. His dick ached, starving for that delicious torture.
In and out he stroked, lapping at her flesh, sipping her flushed skin between his lips or nipping gently at her clit. Her body gyrated, her hips lifting. He increased the speed.
Her body was soaked with her juice, her head rocking back and forth as her pleasure climbed.
Dario went for the final assault, lapping hungrily at her slit. “Come for me, baby. Come hard.”
Leaning on his elbows, he held her in his palm. He pressed his thumb to her ass, adding sensation to the muscles to tease her. Adding another finger to the one slamming in and out of her pussy seemed to light her fuse of no return.
She bucked followed by a howling shriek that filled the room with the sound of her release.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, feeling the shudder of her channel as she soared over the edge of her climax. Yanking his hand out of the way, Dario drank, sucking then thrusting with his tongue until he’d caught every last drop of her pleasure. Purring, he let her float, licking his lips and cleaning his fingers as his heart rate eased.
Rising over her, flushed cheeks and swollen lips told him how high she’d flown. Removing the pillow, he dropped it to the side of the bed, reaching for the nightstand drawer. Finding the box, he tugged one out, quickly dispensing with the wrapper. He hissed rolling it on his engorged shaft. After her climax, he’d be lucky to last five seconds. Shudders still walked down his spine as he tasted her cream on his lips.
Glancing at the vixen at his side, slumberous eyes studied him. A trailing hand snaked up his thigh and raked lightly over his chest. “Dario?” she managed, a husky question.
He bent and settled a gentle kiss to her lips. “Shh,” he breathed.
Aligning himself between her quivering thighs, her hands fluttered to find purchase. Slowly, savoring every sensation, he entered the warmth of her body. Sheridan gasped, moaning in short breaths.
Once seated, he stilled, letting everything about the moment soak into him. Home. She was perfect.
Setting an easy rhythm, he brought her with him, daring the edge of the cliff all over again, only this time, she wasn’t going over alone. His jaw clenched when her hips lifted, meeting him, sending shots of electricity through his body. “Sheridan,” he moaned. He tingled as desire snaked over nerves. She clenched down on his cock as he stroked, her thighs holding him close.
He grunted incoherently. Stiff fingers stole into his hair, then down his shoulders, caressing and kneading as their slick skin met over and over. Taut nipples raked over his chest, driving him mad. The liquid heat of her pussy grasped at him, sucked at him as her passion rose, and he groaned, feeling the strike of passion as hot as any lightning bolt flash down his frame. Her body, her passion was too much. Dario had finally found everything he wanted.
He lost himself in her softness, in her hunger. Thrusting deep, her channel slick with her earlier pleasure, he shouted, stiffening as he shot into the condom, the pulse so intense, he froze solid under the pleasurable explosion, sparks igniting across his vision.
Sheridan trembled beneath him, her body undulating, wrapped around his cock as her orgasm clasped him deep.
Gasping for any air, Dario nearly collapsed. He hadn’t lasted at all. Her nails lightly flitted through his damp hair. The echoes of her orgasm massaged his cock, and he flexed at the sensation. “Next time, baby. I promise.”
“What?” Her breath danced over his ear.
“I’ll last longer. I’m sorry.”
“Dario, that was…” She fell silent, her fingers stopped moving. Then they star
ted again. “Dario, that was amazing. Better than amazing,” she whispered.
Dario grinned, careful to keep it hidden. He’d found a national treasure. And she was all his.
Chapter Eight
“Oh my God! Come here!” Lucy was almost screaming as Sheridan walked into the dressing room where the rest of the girls were gathered at the church Saturday afternoon.
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