She looked at him from under the long lashes framing her fabulous eyes. “That sounds easy.”
He held her closer. “It is.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her in a slow and gentle way, licking and nibbling around her lips until she opened up to him. Accepting the invitation, he swept his tongue inside to chase hers down. With a hand on the back of her head to hold her steady for his invasion, he deepened the kiss and snaked his other hand around her, cupped one side of her ass, and squeezed. She moaned deep into his mouth and wiggled her hips. The movement rubbed his aching cock, already ramrod hard between their bodies.
He growled at the shock of pleasure shooting through his groin, clutched the plump handful, and he knew he would take her from behind for the pleasure of pressing against all that pillowy softness. Breaking the kiss to stare down, he was distracted by her wet, swollen lips, parted as if waiting to slip around his cock and feast. The warring desire to coax her to her knees or turn her around so he could expose her lovely backside momentarily confused him.
His brain told him to slow down, but had obviously lost control of the situation. It didn’t help that her eyes had gone all soft and dreamy, the pupils dilated in passion. He couldn’t hold back a grin of satisfaction; he had the right effect on her. And, she did the same to him. He pressed against her a little more to remind her of his hard-on straining against his jeans. Her breath hitched making her breasts pop up for a second.
Needing to touch what had teased him for too long, he ran a hand down the side of her neck and flattened his palm across her chest. He slid his thumb under her bodice and found soft, smooth skin. A little lower he encountered the hard point of her nipple and circled it with the pad of his thumb.
She rewarded his efforts with a gasp and peered up at him. “Rob?”
He kept up the stroking and waited for her to finish her question. When she fell silent, he answered her the best way he knew how. He kissed her again, not quite as nice and gentlemanly as before. To hell with taking it slowly. This woman needed to know he wanted her, badly. He plunged past her lips with his tongue in the most blatant way and used it to fuck her moist mouth just as he intended to fuck her pussy. He squeezed her ass to hold her firmly in place while he worked his other hand further into her dress to grab a handful of her breast. The position was too awkward to sustain, so he reluctantly released her mouth.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he panted. “But I’ve got to get this dress off you.”
Tara blinked up at him, swaying and confused as if drunk. Proof that a few strokes of his tongue and thumb had aroused her. Before she could clear her mind enough to formulate a reply, he tugged at the side zipper of her dress and the top slid down to rest at her waist. Free of the confines of the built-in bra, her breasts spilled out. Instinctively, she raised her hands to cover them. He caught her wrists and held her arms down.
“Don’t, please. Let me look; let me taste.” His wicked smile increased the dampness between her legs before he dropped his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as his lips pulled on her aroused flesh.
“Oh!” The word burst out of her. She arched her back and clasped the crown of his head to hold him tightly to her.
He cupped both hands over her breasts, his thumb flicking one nipple while he continued to suck and lick the other. She moaned out of frustration as much as she did in delight and bucked her hips against him in a futile effort to rub her clit against his rod. Damn, he was too tall and they both still wore too many clothes, but the raw need building within her didn’t recognize such mundane logistical problems. His cock practically bored a hole through his pants, but the ache in the juncture of her thighs went unattended.
Impatient, she yanked his head up. She kissed him no more gently than he had her, tangling with his tongue. She rubbed as blatant an invitation as possible and whimpered, hoping he understood not to wait any longer.
He reached a hand up her back and worked the elastic band of her Spanx.
With an inward wince, she broke the kiss. “Sorry. That can take some wrangling. I’ll get it.” She tried to retreat from his arms.
“No, ma’am,” he drawled and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. “It will be my pleasure to undress you all the way.”
With a hard yank, he dropped her dress to pool it at her feet then went down on bended knee and baring his teeth, grabbed hold of the garter belt. She watched with astonishment as he dragged the bit of silk down her thigh and past her knee. He let it join the dress then licked his way back up the exposed skin of her thigh, winking before standing again. He hooked his fingers into the top of the Spanx and peeled the clinging material down slowly before lifting her feet to toss it and the dress aside. She stood before him in nothing but her panties.
“Oh.” She groaned at the pleasure of being liberated.
Rob knelt before her again after he finished revealing her, cursing in a low voice as he gazed up at her. His hands rested against her abdomen. “Why would you ever imprison this beautiful figure?”
Tara barked out a rueful laugh. “My sister, the bride, picked out the dresses, so I didn’t have much choice if I didn’t want to scandalize the minister and frighten the children.” It unnerved her to be so exposed to a man in the harsh light of the room. She briefly regretted turning on the light when they’d come in instead of leaving it dark. What she saw in his eyes, however, gave her courage not to cover herself with her arms.
He appeared hungry.
“Your sister has bad taste and you’re as pretty as sin. I guarantee half the men at that wedding wanted to devour you, as I do.”
Well, damn, how was she supposed to respond to that? “Umm....”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “You don’t believe me, do you?” He stood again with a heavy sigh. “I guess I’m just going to have to show you.”
She squeaked in surprise when he spun her around and placed her palms flat on the bureau top. He wiggled her back and made her bend at the waist with her legs parted. “Stay like this,” he commanded in a low voice against her ear.
“What are you going to do?” Her question came out in a tone more quiet and labored than she had intended. A little fear shown through, too. A good kind of fear, though. She liked it when a man took charge, and she was more than willing to be at his mercy for a little while.
His large, strong hands cupped her bottom. “First,” he answered, “I’m going to fully expose this lovely ass I’ve been grabbing for the last few minutes.” He pulled down the silk underwear she had had the prescience to wear. They’d made her feel sexy under all the other stuff. But never had she thought when she’d put them on that a hot cowboy would see them.
Rob grasped the thin material with shaky fingers. He felt sixteen again, hard, hungry and almost out of control. Tara remained as he’d placed her, unmoving except for a tiny trembling he read as arousal. She seemed to like being dominated and knowing he held the reins heated his blood even more.
With her face pointed downward, she said shakily, “There’s a lot to hold on to back there.”
Her insecurity angered him that men made a woman feel as if she had to starve herself thin to be attractive.
“Bullshit!” He didn’t hide his anger. “Your ass is beautiful.”
He yanked the panties hard enough to tear the lacy edge. Wincing at his roughness, he vowed he’d buy her a bucket full of the fancy stuff as a replacement. For now, he concentrated on lowering them below the swell of her soft, creamy backside and down to her ankles. He didn’t free her legs completely as the idea of her being constrained added edge to his desire. He palmed both sides of her ass, molded and squeezed them together with mounting pressure. Leaning his weight against her, he bent enough to slide the bulge of his still-imprisoned cock between her cheeks.
“The minute I saw you leaning against the wall with all your luscious curves, I wanted you. And, I’m going to have you.”
“How?” She moaned and shoved her hips against him.
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“First….” He kissed the back of her neck. “I’m going to taste you.”
“T-taste?”
“Eat,” he corrected. “Like you’re a piece of wedding cake.”
Rob couldn’t hide his desire, to play it cool. He wanted her and wanted her badly. He laid a trail of kisses down her back. Smooth and a little salty from being overheated, her skin delighted him. He trembled as much as she did under his assault. Dropping to his knees, he clasped her around her thighs. His tongue lashed out to lick the creases on either side of her labia. She jerked at the touch. He dug his fingers more firmly into her flesh to hold her still and gave a few more licks between her moist folds before moving over to nip her left cheek and then the right. She gave him the perfect mouthful, pliant under his gentle assault. She mewed and jumped but otherwise didn’t fight his hold. He bet no other man had done that to her. Good. He liked giving a woman certain pleasure that other men had neglected, although how a man could resist such a succulent morsel, he couldn’t imagine.
She yelped when he sank his teeth in to stir her blood even more.
He rubbed the spot with light, soothing strokes. “Shh. We don’t want anyone to call hotel security.”
“Oh, my God, Rob, I can’t stand this. I need to lie down, or I’m going to fall.”
“No, you’re not,” he reassured her. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall. Even when you come. I promise.”
“Come?” She tossed her head back, her voice strained.
Tracing a path down her left cheek, he flicked his tongue between her legs again. She jerked and trembled even more. “Yes, Tara.” He spoke against her. “I’m going to make you come.”
“When?” She asked so softly, he barely heard her.
“Soon.” He placed his palm against her lower back to keep her in place and plunged his tongue deep again. He spread her legs further back and wider. Her panties snapped under the pressure but he barely noticed as he fixed his attention on her moist cunt lips. He swallowed convulsively at the thought of the feast that awaited him and glided his tongue back and forth against her silky skin.
She tasted salty and warm and already wet enough to take his cock inside her. That wasn’t the plan, however. They had all night, and he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a quick fuck. A long, slow fuck later, sure. For now, he focused on pleasing her in the best way he knew how, make her as wet as possible, and make her come as much as he could. She’d remember this day, being the bridesmaid and knowing that the bride herself wasn’t going to have a better wedding night.
Teasing her clit with flicks of his tongue, he moved one hand down to insert a thumb inside her pussy.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” she moaned. Her legs shook and he struggled to keep her from collapsing. Still, he didn’t stop, except to change his assault so that he could suck instead. His thumb worked the passage to bring her up and up until she cried out. She writhed in his hold while her cunt spasmed around his thumb. With the strain too much for both of them, he shot to his feet and draped himself over her, clasping her tightly to give her strength. He held her for long seconds, as they both breathed hard.
After a minute, Tara heaved out a sigh and said, “That was fantastic. Thank you.”
Rob chuckled against her back. “You’re welcome, but that sounds like you think we’re finished. Sweetheart, unless you kick my sorry ass out of this room, I can assure you I’m not, and I’m betting you’re not, either.”
“No?” She panted still.
“No, ma’am, this has only been a little foreplay, a taste as it were, of things to come, and come and come.” When she tried to straighten, he gently but firmly put her back in place. “No, no, sweet Tara,” he said. “I’m not done with admiring your ass.”
Chapter Three
With effort, Tara raised her head and stared into the mirror above the bureau. She barely recognized her own reflection. Her flushed face almost glowed. Heavy-lidded eyes and plump, moist lips had replaced her usual practical features. Her chignon was in shambles. Her large breasts pressed against the smooth surface of the wood, her nipples tender still and aching for more attention. A faint tremble ran through her legs and her pussy throbbed with the aftershock of the orgasm her cowboy lover had wrenched from her. He peered at her reflection over her shoulder, eyes twinkling with the knowledge he had rendered her into a puddle of goo. His mustache and beard glistened with her juices. She basked in the memory of how that facial hair had tickled her inner thighs.
“Oh, God,” she sighed and slid farther down to rest her head against the cool wood of her brace.
A low chuckle vibrated against her ear before he licked the outer shell. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet, Tara. The fun’s just getting started.”
She yelped and reared up at the sharp slap on her butt. Rob’s gaze met hers in the mirror. “Hey!” She glared back.
He pursed his lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t resist smacking a ripe bottom and hoped you’d like that. Did you?”
“No.” She looked down and then back up. “Maybe.” Being spanked confused her. No one had ever done such a thing to her before. Of course, she wasn’t in the habit of picking up strange men and inviting them up to her room for screaming hot monkey sex, either. And, yet there she was, although the monkey sex hadn’t exactly started. But her heart did a two-step and the wetness between her legs had increased.
Rob grinned at her obvious confusion. Threading his fingers through her hair, he tilted her head back and to the side to give his mouth access to hers. He devoured her with his lips and invaded her with his tongue, slipping his other hand up to fondle her breast and pinch the nipple. She groaned and shook in his arms, her fingers gripping the edge of the bureau. She felt conquered by this man, trapped within the confines of his embrace.
She had never been so excited or desired.
By the time Rob broke the kiss, she gasped for breath. With vision blurred from passion, she stared back at him once more when he turned her head to face the mirror.
“Tara, do you see me, can you hear me?” he asked in a low voice. When she nodded dumbly, he continued. “I think you’re a woman who likes giving the reins to a man. Is that true?” She nodded again. “I also think you’re a woman who likes it when a man’s a little rough. Is that true?”
She hesitated before answering. Oh, God it was true. Why hadn’t she admitted it before? Why hadn’t any other man she’d been with realized it? No sense in hiding now.
“Yes.”
He grinned. “Seems like we both got real lucky tonight.” He still held her breast and pinched hard on her tender nipple. She mewed and her breath hitched. “I’m going to take good care of you, I promise. All you have to do is enjoy it. But if I do anything you don’t like, tell me to stop and I will.” A fierce expression crossed his face. “I mean it. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard and acknowledged his order with a jerk of her head. Even though they had met only a short time ago, she believed him. She trusted him with an intuition she hadn’t know she possessed. She licked her lips and tasted her own juices.
“There’s one thing that is bothering me,” she said. When he raised his eyebrows in question, she explained, “You’re still completely clothed while I’m naked. I want to see you.” She smiled at him shyly.
His grin widened. Releasing his hold, he stepped back. “A fair point.” He swatted her backside once more. “Watch me in the mirror, sweetheart.”
Tara quivered from the slap and in anticipation of seeing him revealed. He pulled off his tie and tore open the buttons of his shirt, revealing a broad, bronzed chest sprinkled with the same dark blond hair of his face. He shrugged the fabric off his shoulders. A strong urge to turn and touch welled up, but she stayed still as he had ordered. The lack of free will added to her growing arousal. He bent down to tug off his boots, then licked the crevice of her ass before he straightened. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine.
He popped the buttons of his fly one by one. H
e wore nothing underneath his jeans. Sliding the fabric down his hips, his long, wide, glistening rod jutted out. Her pussy clenched at the idea of it entering her. She bit her lower lip and groaned.
Unwrapping a condom, he covered himself, the matter-of-fact action reassuring her she could trust him. She smiled when he stepped up behind her and planted a row of kisses starting at the base of her neck and over to her shoulder. He ran his hands down her arms and over the backs of her hands.
“Keep your palms flat and don’t move.” He clasped her hips. Once more, he pulled her away from the bureau, forcing her to bend over. He cupped her ass cheeks, squeezed and slapped one side, putting some force behind it. A gasp erupted from her, but she closed her eyes and stayed as commanded then jumped when he slapped the other side.
She could stop his sexy assault with a single word. She didn’t want to. The sting of the slaps, alternating from one side to the other, sent a thrill through her. Her clit throbbed with each hit, her passion rising in anticipation of the next blow. She bucked her hips, desperate to ride something, anything to bring her to climax. Her moans became keening cries. She was mindless with need as the slaps against her ass increased, tossing her head back and forth until he clasped it between his hands.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured in a low voice. She could only whimper in response. “I know what you need now that your blood is up. I’m going to fuck you—hard.”
Rob clasped her reddened cheeks once more and rubbed his hands lightly over them. It gave both he and Tara time to catch their breath. Holy cow, he had never been with a woman who took to a little domination and discipline so well. He’d seen in her eyes earlier when she discovered that side of her. Humbled by the trust she placed in him, he was determined not to abuse it. The urge to ram his throbbing cock inside her had to be reined in. He’d seen the plump haven waiting to welcome him, was headed toward Heaven on Earth. He hoped she’d like fucking rough, too, but he needed to be sure she was ready for him.
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