by Opal Carew
He kissed her again, his lips moving on hers in a sinfully sexy caress.
“What do you say, Kara?”
She simply nodded, unable to find her voice.
He smiled, then wrapped his hand around her elbow and led her into the cold, snowy night. Somehow, he flagged down a cab within minutes and they were on their way to Angel’s Inn.
Kara stepped into the room as J.M. held the door for her. Her eyes widened at the large, luxurious suite.
“Pretty fancy,” she said.
He followed her into the room and closed the door. She kicked off her boots, then slid her coat from her shoulders. He took it and hung it in the closet.
“I thought you might prefer a little space.” He hung his own coat beside hers.
She stepped farther into the large room, glancing around at the soft beige couch and chair across from a cherry cabinet that probably held a TV inside. Plants and artwork gave the sitting area a homey feel. There was a doorway straight ahead that probably led to the bedroom.
She smiled. “You mean, I can sleep on the couch if I like?”
He carried their suitcases across the room and set them by the bedroom door.
“If you don’t want to share the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She quirked her head. “Really?”
He stepped toward her and anticipation fluttered through her. His brown eyes darkened as he stroked his hand over her cheek. Heat shimmered through her and her heart thundered in her chest. He cupped her face and gazed into her eyes.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything just because you agreed to stay the night.” He stroked her cheek. “As for protection, I’ve been tested recently so there are no worries about that, but I can get some condoms if you’d like.”
She shook her head. “I’ve been tested, too. And I’m on the Pill.”
Her gaze dropped to his lips . . . full and sensuous. Her whole body tingled, wanting to feel his mouth on hers. Her lips parted as she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his.
Warm. And firm.
The moment their lips met, she could sense his control—as if he had to stop himself from dragging her against him and ravaging her. His mouth moved on hers with a sweet tenderness. His tongue trailed along the seam of her lips, then pressed inside. She met him, gliding her tongue over his, then dove into the heat of his mouth. He tasted minty and male . . . and very sexy.
Their lips parted and she wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked her cheek against his raspy one.
“I want to be here. With you,” she murmured against his ear.
He captured her lips again, pulling her tight to his body, crushing her breasts against his solid, muscular chest. Her nipples hardened and heat simmered through her entire body.
Oh, God, she wanted him.
A knock sounded at the door and she stiffened and took a quick step back. Who knew they were here?
“When I checked in, I asked them to have room service send up some wine,” he explained. “I thought you might like that.”
She smiled and nodded. He crossed the room and opened the door and the bellman entered the room and placed a tray with a bottle of wine and two long-stemmed glasses on the round cherry dining table, big enough for two, beside the sitting area.
“Open it now, sir?” he asked.
“Please.”
The uniformed man pulled out a small device from his pocket, uncorked the bottle, and discreetly left them to their wine.
Kara took a sip. She didn’t drink wine a lot, but she appreciated the dry yet slightly fruity flavor.
She took another sip, wondering how these things usually went. Should she just rip off her clothes and jump into his arms? Or wait for him to make the first move?
She sipped again and glanced at him. He smiled.
“You don’t have to be nervous. We’ll go at whatever pace suits you.”
Damn, she thought she was doing a good job of playing it cool, but J.M. was clearly able to read her true emotions.
Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his full lips, then drifted downward, over his broad, muscular chest, to his narrow waist. Lower to his fitted black jeans, gliding over his crotch, which was stretching tight over a growing bulge. Her gaze shifted upward again until she met his silky-hot gaze. His lips turned up in a half smile. His gaze slipped to her lips and lingered, then glided to her breasts. Her nipples swelled as he focused on one, then the other until they ached with need. He shifted lower, perusing her body with intense male interest.
“You’re a very sexy woman, Kara.” His voice, as smooth as velvet, caressed her senses, sending tremors through her body.
She took another sip of wine, then placed her glass on the table. Her fingers curled around the top button of her blouse, then she released it. She dipped her fingers under the fabric and between her breasts. His gaze glued to her hand. She released the next button, exposing a little lace from her bra. She ran her fingers along the sides of her blouse, parting the fabric a fraction more, loving the heat simmering in his eyes as he watched. She released the next three buttons, then parted the fabric to reveal her black lace bra.
She tugged the blouse from her waistband and pushed it off her shoulders, allowing both her suit jacket and blouse to fall to the floor. As she reached behind to unfasten the button of her skirt, she was well aware of how her breasts pushed forward. She slipped the skirt from her hips and dropped it to the floor, then stepped out of it and kicked it away. Now she stood in front of him in only her black bra and panties.
“My God, you are . . . incredible,” he said.
She stepped toward him, her hips swaying, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Her body, including her seminaked breasts, pressed against the smooth fabric of his shirt, while the coarser wool of his casual blazer brushed her sides. The heat of his body . . . the textures of his clothing . . . the hot moistness of his mouth as her tongue swirled inside him . . . all provided a sensuous onslaught.
Anxious to feel his naked body against hers, she reached for his shirt buttons and began releasing them. She drew her mouth from his and eased back. He flicked the last few buttons loose, then shrugged free of his shirt and jacket. His massive chest, contoured with muscles, took her breath away. She ran the flat of her hand across the silky steel of his tightly defined abs, then downward. He flung open his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them aside. She stroked over the massive bulge in his briefs and he groaned.
He grasped her wrist and drew her hand to his lips, then kissed it.
She cupped his cheek and gazed at him. “Don’t you want me to touch you?” she asked, her voice sultry.
“I do, I just . . .”
“Want to keep control?”
He smiled and nodded.
“So . . . what if you don’t?” she asked. “What if you just let yourself lose control?”
J.M. had been finding it difficult to keep control with Kara. Seeing her sexy body, feeling her hands on him . . . her mouth . . . He had years of Tantra training . . . was used to keeping control of his arousal, controlling when he climaxed. Yet one touch of her hand and he felt ready to burst.
What would happen if he just let go of control? No matter what, he didn’t want to make it obvious he used Tantric techniques. Not since he knew she’d read his book and was against the idea of Tantra. Another time, when they could discuss it. He didn’t want to ruin tonight with a possible argument.
She smiled and stroked down his chest. Her delicate fingers brushed over his flesh, over his abs . . . toward his aching cock. He sucked in a shallow breath as she brushed over his cock again, then pushed aside the cotton of his briefs and freed his aching member.
She wrapped both hands around his erection and simply gazed at it. It twitched within her grasp. She pressed one hand against his chest, keeping the other firmly wrapped around his shaft, then backed him up until he felt the couch behind him. He sat down and she crouched in front of him, slidin
g off his briefs. Then . . . oh, her lips wrapped around him and she swallowed his cockhead into her hot, moist mouth.
“Sweetheart, that feels way too good.”
She laughed, then began to suck, her tongue flicking over the tip of him. She glided halfway down his shaft, then back up. He swelled under her attention. Her hands wrapped around him and she stroked up and down as she sucked. Then she dove downward, taking his entire cock in her mouth.
“Oh, honey.” His cock, so hard, throbbed with the need to release. “I might just—” He groaned in pleasure as her hands cupped his balls and she sucked deeply.
She slipped from his cock and smiled. “Then why don’t you just . . .” She grinned and dove down on him again. She bobbed up and down, gently massaging his balls.
He stroked his fingers through her hair as the tension built within him. He tensed and . . .
“Sweetheart, I’m going to—”
Before he could even finish warning her, he exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm.
She squeezed him in her mouth and swallowed . . . squeezed and swallowed.
Finally, she released him and he opened his arms to her. She pushed herself up and climbed onto his lap, one knee on each side of his thighs, and kissed him. The heat of her pussy, still encased in her skimpy panties—skimpy, damp panties—made his wilting cock swell again.
“You are very good at that,” he said.
She grinned. “Thank you.”
He stroked a fingertip along the top of her black lace bra, itching to touch her swelling breasts. She released his shoulders and reached around behind her, thrusting her delicious breasts forward. The bra loosened and she dropped the straps off her shoulders, then teasingly ran her fingers over the cups, which still clung to her. Slowly, she drew the garment from her body, then tossed it aside, revealing her round, perfectly formed breasts, the pert, beaded nipples standing tall and hard. She cupped her breasts, then stroked her fingertips over the swollen nipples.
His cock lurched to attention. He reached forward and cupped one soft breast in his hand. The hard nipple pressed into his palm. She pushed herself onto her knees, positioning her breasts within easy reach of his mouth. He licked one pert nipple, then covered it with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around, then drew it deep. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his head and drew him closer. At the feel of her aureole under his tongue and her soft whimper as he sucked on her, his cock rose to full attention.
She reached for it and stroked, then he felt his cockhead drag across her crotch. The silk of her panties blocked direct contact, but he could feel the warm dampness of her pussy. Oh, God, he wanted to push into her right now. To impale her, then hammer into her until they both exploded in the most intense orgasm either of them had ever experienced.
She fidgeted, then suddenly he felt her hot, moist flesh against him. She’d pushed the crotch of her panties aside. She positioned him and drove downward. His cock rocketed up into her hot passage and he groaned in ecstasy.
“Sweetheart, you are so hot and wet.”
“And you are so . . . hard . . . so . . . big.”
Four
Kara sucked in a deep breath, getting used to J.M.’s huge rock-hard cock stretching her. It felt so . . . enormous . . . so . . . fantastic.
He sucked on her nipple again and she moaned, lifting her body, and gliding down again, taking him deep. He wrapped his arms around her, then flipped them over so she was lying on her back and he was above her. He drew back and tugged her undies down her legs and discarded them, then he pressed his cock to her opening again. He drove forward, impaling her completely.
She wrapped her legs around him, opening to him. She drew his face to hers and kissed him passionately.
“J.M., take me. Fill me with that big cock of yours again and again.”
He grinned. “My pleasure.”
He drew back, then drove into her again.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured.
Again and again. Pleasure built within her, carrying her on a wave of delight. Deeper and harder with each stroke . . . he thrust. Again and again. She squeezed him inside, feeling his cockhead drag against her every time he pulled out.
“Yes. Make me come,” she cried.
He nuzzled her neck. “I want you to come, sweetheart.” He drove deep and she could feel him twitch within her. “Tell me when you’re coming.”
As he hammered into her, she felt a joyous wave of pleasure, then . . .
“Oh, God, I’m . . . coming.”
Sheer ecstasy washed over her as she clung to him and moaned. He kept driving into her, filling her with pleasure. Time seemed to slow and every sensation heightened.
When she felt him erupt inside her, her pleasure shot higher still . . . until she reached a state of absolute bliss. He groaned, holding her tight against him.
As her senses settled from sublime to simply delighted, she became conscious of his lips brushing her ear, his muscular chest pressed tight against her breasts, as well as the rest of his hard body along the length of hers . . . his cock still embedded inside her. She squeezed him and he twitched, stimulating delicious tremors through her.
What the heck was this all about? Usually, when she was done, she was done! But right now, she could use a little more of what he’d already given her. Actually, a lot more!
She squeezed him again and arched against him, pressing her swollen, needy breasts against his hard, broad chest. His hand stroked down her thigh and his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle.
“I take it you’re not fully satisfied.”
She nuzzled his ear. “Actually, you did a pretty good job,” she teased. “So good that I think I’d like a little more.”
He arched his pelvis forward, pushing his hardening cock deeper inside her. “A little?”
“Well, in your case, ‘little’ isn’t really the right word.” She nibbled his earlobe as she stroked her hands along his solid back. “Big—”
He pushed in deeper and she sucked in air.
“I mean, ‘enormous’ is a better word.”
He kissed her, his mouth firmly covering hers, then his tongue stroking inside. His hand stroked along her side, then he wrapped his arms around and lifted her, keeping his cock buried inside her. He cupped her behind and carried her through the bedroom door, then sat down on the bed. As he lay down, she crouched above him, her knees on either side of his muscular thighs, his thick cock still impaling her. He stroked her breasts, then cupped them as she rocked her pelvis back and forth. His cock stroked her insides, sending tumultuous sensations rocketing through her.
His thumbs stroked over her hard nipples. She leaned forward, offering him one. He took it in his mouth and stroked the nub with his tongue, then he began sucking on it. He stroked the other nipple with his fingertip, eliciting a breathy moan.
She squeezed him as she drew her body up, pulling on his hard cock, then dropped back down again. Then again.
He wrapped his hands around her hips and sat up, pulling her into a sitting position, too. He guided her legs around behind him until they were wrapped around his waist. She crossed them at her ankles as he crossed his legs below her, her behind nestled nicely within his legs and his cock pushed deep inside her. He kissed her, drawing her closer still. Her torso the length of his, her breasts pressed tightly against his hard chest . . . took her breath away.
His dark chocolate eyes stared deeply into hers with a disturbing intensity.
“I . . . uh . . . this is a lot like the Tantra pose on the front of my book.”
He grinned. “Yes, well . . . let’s just say it inspired me.”
He stroked his hands down her back and she felt an incredible heat fill her. Everywhere her body touched his, heat flowed into her, filling her with astounding need. His gaze locked with hers as he cupped her butt and drew her tight against him, pushing his cock deeper. He released his hold, then drew her in tight again. Heat flooded her, thrumming through every part of her, concent
rating inside where his cock stroked in and out as he kept the motion going. Their breathing synchronized and she continued to watch his dark, simmering eyes as he filled her with building pleasure. The intensity increased and she gasped as her senses bombarded her with electric tingles. She sucked in deep breaths as their bodies pulsed together, moving and breathing as one. Euphoria washed through her, then staggering pleasure exploded within her in a mind-boggling orgasm.
Once her senses drifted back to earth, she met J.M.’s intense gaze.
What could she say? His lovemaking far surpassed anything she’d ever experienced. It had been positively . . . mind-blowing.
“I . . . uh . . . That was—”
He captured her lips, cutting off her awkward attempts to commend him on what was undoubtedly the most incredible sex she’d ever had.
He placed his hand on the small of her back, then rolled her over. He pressed his cock deep into her one more time, then as he drew back, she released her ankles, allowing him to pull out. She missed his hot hard cock immediately, as if she’d lost something of herself.
He settled beside her and pulled her into his arms, then kissed her temple.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” he murmured in her ear.
She stiffened. “Uh . . . no, not really.”
He drew her close against his hard broad chest. “Too bad.”
She lay quietly in his arms, ignoring the tension coiled in her stomach and allowing her breathing to return to normal.
Love? Was he insane? What kind of guy talked about love after only one . . . ? Well, it wasn’t even a date.
Tired from the long day and their intense lovemaking, she just wanted to go to sleep, but she couldn’t leave things the way they were. She had to say something.
Then she noticed his deep, even breathing. He was asleep already.
She snuggled into his embrace and sighed. Well, maybe she could.