by Lynn LaFleur
She stepped out of her shoes and walked to the edge of the hot tub. He waited, gripping the crystal flute, for her to undress and join him. She looked him in the eyes, as he had her while he undressed, and unfastened her shoulder strap. The red silk fell to pool at her waist.
“Damn,” Brett muttered.
She stood with her back arched, her shoulders straight. Her nipples stood up in the center of her small breasts. Brett’s cock twitched when he thought of circling his tongue around them, sucking them into his mouth.
Abby lowered the dress past her hips. Gravity took over and it fell in a pile at her feet. She stepped out of it and tossed it atop the pile of clothing Brett had started. Now she stood before him in a tiny red thong and thigh-high stockings.
It took what seemed like months for her to roll the stockings down her legs. She slipped her thumbs inside the thong’s straps at her hips. She moved her thumbs back and forth, back and forth, tempting him with the slow movement and a vixen’s smile.
Brett almost swallowed his tongue when Abby turned around, bent at the waist and slid the thong down her legs. Her slender back and hard cheeks made him want to devour her.
“Get in the tub, Abby.” He tried to sound stern, but his voice came out raspy instead. He set down his flute before he crushed it in his palm. “Now.”
She widened her stance until he could see every bit of her bare pussy. Holding her ankles, she swished her hips from side to side. Her feminine lips were wide open and shiny with her cream.
A man could take only so much teasing. Brett quickly moved to the other side of the tub, pulled Abby’s cheeks apart and buried his mouth in her wet flesh.
“Brett!”
Her passionate cry urged him to push his tongue deeper inside her. He fucked her channel with his tongue, then moved to her anus. That puckered hole drew his attention again and again. He loved the way it opened when he licked it, as if begging him for more.
“That feels so good.” Abby pushed her ass closer to his mouth. “You have such a wicked tongue.”
Brett spread Abby’s cheeks even wider and continued to spear her ass. Reaching one hand between her legs, he touched her clit with his thumb. She inhaled sharply, moaned loudly. He rubbed faster, thrust deeper, in time with the pumping of her hips.
Her back arched, her hips bucked. Brett pushed two fingers inside her pussy and felt her walls contract around them.
Not giving her any time to come down from the heavens, he gripped her waist and tugged her into the water. He turned her in his arms and covered her mouth in a ravenous kiss.
The water bubbled around them, cocooning them in warmth. Brett softened his kisses, treasuring Abby’s mouth instead of devouring it. He held her head in one hand while caressing her body with the other. There wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t adore.
“I love you, Abby,” he whispered against her throat.
Her arms tightened around his neck. “I love you too.”
Brett eased them to the side of the tub and sat on one of the built-in benches. Holding Abby’s legs wide apart, he guided her until she straddled his lap. He buried his cock inside her with one thrust.
He kissed her again and again while they moved together. This was exactly what he wanted—to be inside Abby without anything between them. But he had to know she wanted the same thing.
He pulled back so he could look into her eyes. “You realize I’m not wearing a condom.”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Are you using birth control?”
She shook her head.
“I’m going to come inside you. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” she said again.
Her simple yes told him everything. She could be carrying his child before the night was over. His cock surged, grew harder and thicker. Staring into her eyes, he gripped her buttocks and pumped into her. He never looked away from her, not even when he felt her inner walls squeeze his rod with her second climax, or when the pleasure galloped down his spine and tightened his balls.
He held Abby for several moments before giving her a tender kiss. “We’re gonna look like prunes if we don’t get out of the tub.”
“I have a problem with getting out of the water.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s no way my legs will hold me, not after those two orgasms.”
Brett chuckled. He pushed her wet hair back from her face and kissed the tip of her nose. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I’ll carry you.”
He carried Abby across the covered lanai and into the dressing room. Two thick terry cloth robes waited for them—hers in a deep red and his white. He gently dried her with a large towel and held her robe open while she slipped into it. He put on his while she drew hers closed.
She smiled. “It’s perfect.”
“So are you.”
A lovely blush filled her cheeks. “I’m far from perfect, Brett.”
“You are to me.”
Her eyes glimmered with tears. She touched his cheek, caressed his mouth with her fingertips. “We wasted so much time apart—“
He silenced her with a kiss. “No regrets. We’re together now and will be for the rest of our lives. That’s what counts.”
“Yes, that’s what counts.”
He enjoyed their kiss so much, he gave her another. “I have something to show you.”
The naughty look he loved filled her eyes. She tugged on the knot in his belt’s robe. “I’ve already seen it, but I’ll gladly look again.”
Brett threw back his head and laughed. One thing was certain—his life would never be boring with Abby. “You’ll have to wait a few minutes to see that again. I have something else to show you.”
He took her hand and led her from the room. Abby had no idea where they were going, but she enjoyed the glimpses of Brett’s house she caught along the way. His huge kitchen was a cook’s dream—granite everything, a commercial stove with five burners and two ovens, all the latest appliances. She could hardly wait to jump in and prepare the recipes she’d been collecting for years. Living alone never inspired her culinary skills. Cooking for the man she loved, satisfying his hunger for food as well as for her body, lent a new dimension to inspiration.
She followed him to his office, where he kept a large display case filled with memorabilia from his football career. She saw it the moment she entered the room. She walked over and stood in front of it, assuming that’s what he wanted to show her.
“Not that,” Brett said as if they were merely trinkets. “Over here.”
She turned and gasped. He stood beside a wall that held a framed playbill from Once Upon a Slipper, large posters from the theater’s window showcases, and an array of publicity photos. Moving closer to him, she saw he’d also framed reviews and newspaper articles about the play and her budding career.
“I’m so damn proud of what you’ve accomplished,” he said, pushing her hair behind one ear. “I know your next play will be even more successful.”
“Next play?”
Brett nodded. “I don’t expect you to give up your dreams because you married me, Abby. Writing is as much your passion as football was mine. We’ll remodel one of the rooms upstairs into a private office for you, or build one poolside. You can look out over the ocean while you write. We’ll fly to New York, every week if necessary, for research or meetings with your agent or producers. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it.”
Tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks at his unselfish, caring nature. She didn’t think she could possibly love Brett any more than when he’d asked her to marry him. She was wrong. She knew she’d fall more in love with him every day of her life.
Cradling his face in her hands, she gave him a tender kiss. “Thank you.”
One kiss led to another, and another. Brett swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. After laying her in the middle of his bed, he released the knot on first her belt, then his.
“The robes
are nice, but I need to touch your bare skin.” He laid his hand on her stomach, slid it up to cover her breast. He scissored two fingers over her nipple until it became a hard peak. “Your body was made for me.”
He opened his mouth over her nipple. Abby felt each pull of his lips deep inside her pussy. He moved from one nipple to the other, making her desire climb higher every time he licked or bit one.
He added to the torture by circling her clit with his forefinger. Abby lifted her hips, wanting more of the delicious caress. He stroked her gently, keeping his touch light. Her climax built slowly, steadily, enveloping her body instead of rushing through it like a runaway freight train.
Once she could think again, she realized she had a very aroused man lying next to her. He still wore his robe, but it was open to expose his hard cock. She could pull him on top of her, or push him to his back and climb on top of him.
Or she could…
Abby pushed on Brett’s shoulders until he lay on his back. Spreading his robe wide open, she caressed him with the bare tips of her fingers. They ran over his neck, his shoulders, down his chest to dance over his nipples.
He shivered. Abby looked into his eyes. They almost glowed with heat.
“You like your nipples touched as much as I do.”
“Probably not as much, but yeah, I like it.”
The huge erection lying on his belly proved that. Abby bypassed it and continued on her journey. She touched his hips, his thighs, his calves, his feet. She’d never realized how sexy feet were.
The return trip up his body was just as pleasant to her. By the time she reached Brett’s thighs again, he was breathing heavily and his fists were clenched at his sides.
She cradled his tight scrotum in her palm. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes. Abby watched his cock jerk each time she rolled his balls in her hand.
Sweat broke out on his forehead and upper lip. She could continue to play with him, or she could put an end to his blissful misery. Abby leaned over and took his rod in her mouth.
“Shit!”
Brett grabbed her head, his fingers tunneling into her hair. Abby held the base of his cock in one hand and moved her mouth up and down his hard flesh. She licked all around the crown, down the length, back to the head. Her tongue darted into the slit, where pre-cum oozed. She lapped up every bit of the salty liquid and went back for more.
“I’m gonna come, baby.”
Abby didn’t know if that was supposed to be a warning for her to stop, but she had no intention of stopping. A moment later, his warm essence filled her mouth. She swallowed every drop and kept sucking his softening cock until Brett once again lay still.
She crawled up his body, draped her arm across his waist and rested her cheek on his chest. Brett kissed the top of her head as he enfolded her in his arms.
“You continue to surprise me.”
She cuddled closer to him. “Surely I’m not the first woman who’s ever done that.”
He kissed her head again. “You’re the first woman who’s ever done it from love and not just to impress me.”
She thought of all the different ways they’d loved each other at Whispers…ways she’d only imagined experiencing with a man. “I’ve never been very adventurous in sex. I’ve dreamed about doing things that shocked even me, but I never had a partner I trusted enough to try them. ”
“I’ll never break your trust, Abby. I’ll try anything you want to.”
She rested her hand on his chest and propped her chin on it. “Even go back to The Castle and try out one of the playrooms?”
A wicked grin crossed Brett’s lips. “I do like the way you think.”
Abby laid her cheek on his chest again. This time she noticed a framed photograph on his nightstand…a photograph of her and Brett dancing the tango at Whispers. She leaned over Brett and picked up the frame.
“Who took this?”
“We have a photographer on staff at Whispers. I asked him to take a picture of us while we danced.”
The photographer had caught them when Brett held Abby’s leg next to his hip. The expression on Brett’s face was a mixture of delight and passion. Abby saw the same emotions reflected in hers.
Brett ran his hand through her hair. “It was the first time we tangoed, sweetheart, but it won’t be the last. I plan to tango with you for the rest of my life.”
The love in his eyes brought tears to Abby’s. He smiled at her so tenderly before he pulled her closer for his kiss…a kiss that held a promise of now, and forever.
The End
About the Authors
Lynn LaFleur was born and raised in a small town in Texas close to the Dallas/Fort Worth area. Writing has been in her blood since she was eight years old and wrote her first “story” for an English assignment.
As well as writing at every possible moment, Lynn enjoys reading, scrapbooking, photography and learning new things on the computer. She’s a software junky and loves to try out new programs, especially anything to do with graphics.
After living on the West Coast for 21 years, Lynn now lives 17 miles from her hometown in Texas. She’s a romantic at heart and can’t imagine ever writing anything but romances. A full-time writer, she spends her days creating stories of people who find their happily ever after, sometimes with the help of an alien or psychic or vampire.
Randi Monroe is part of that rare species—a native Californian. Born and raised in Southern California, she makes sure she never strays far from the ocean, which she considers essential to balance the fire in her Aries soul.
A romantic down to her toes, Randi wrote her first romance at thirteen, a short story based solely on her imagination since she wasn’t allowed to date until she was sixteen. As a Sweet Sixteen gift, Randi’s aunt treated her to her first Tarot reading. From the turn of the first card, she knew the metaphysical would always be a part of her life and her stories.
When Randi’s not writing scintillating tales of erotic romance, she enjoys painting and sculpting, jogging on the beach with her Great Dane, Shazam, and living happily ever after with her own Prince Charming of twenty years.
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