by Lynda Bailey
Moving close enough for her breath to heat his face, her body jerked, but she held her ground. “How about you toe off those shoes?”
She did and her height dropped an inch.
“Does this dress have a zipper or buttons?”
“Zipper.”
She turned around and pulled the curtain of her hair over a shoulder. Scott fumbled with the zipper, surprised his hands were shaking. By the time he had the zipper down to her tight tush, he was sweating and his mouth was dry. He didn’t think before planting a kiss on her exposed shoulder blade. Her shocked hiss rebounded in the room, but she didn’t flinch.
He normally liked to have a woman face him when undressing her. Indulging himself by feasting on a woman’s naked body always amped up his desire. But these were far from normal circumstances and if his desire got any more amped, he’d shoot clear to the moon.
He pushed the flimsy fabric forward until it fell from her shoulders to puddle on the floor around her feet. She trembled, but otherwise, didn’t move.
Next, her bra. For both their sakes, he decided to make it quick, releasing the clasp and letting it fall on top of the dress in one smooth motion.
His sweater was fast becoming a straitjacket, so he tore it off and it flew across the room. The cool air against his sweaty skin did nothing to cool his desire.
He tenderly, yet firmly, took hold of her shoulders and leaned her back into his chest. The downy feel of her hair tickled his skin. “May I touch your breasts?” he asked in a tortured voice.
A shuddering nod answered and he glided his hands from her shoulders down, to her chest. Her splendid hair felt like rainy silk across his knuckles. But that was nothing compared to the feel of her breasts in his palms. The satiny skin, with their peaked centers, molded perfectly in his hands. The pressure in his lower gut kicked up several notches.
Scott dragged his open mouth down her hairline, hunting for an earlobe, a patch of neck—anything, on which to nibble. Mic tilted to her head to the side to give him access, but her hair was in the way. No matter, he thought, burying his nose into the copious strands and inhaling. All the while he kept up the tender ministrations on her breasts.
After long minutes, he sent his hands lower, to the flatness of her stomach. He paused to give her time to grow accustomed to this new touch. Her skin was so warm and smooth. Dipping a finger lower still, he encountered the tight waistband of…pantyhose.
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder with a silent curse. The man who created pantyhose needed to be shot, then castrated. With effort, he eased away from her, needing to keep his hands on her shoulders until she stopped weaving.
“You, uh, should take care of those,” he croaked out. “I can do it, but you’d end up with shredded nylon.”
She said nothing, just began wiggling and worming her way out of the offending garb. Mic kept her back to him and each of the decadent moves of her hips and butt were like hard slaps to his cock. The force in his gut became painful.
When all that remained were her bikini panties, she still faced away from him. The moonlight glowed off her skin and hair, giving her an ethereal aura.
“Should I turn around?”
Though her voice was timid, he heard the raw desire edging it.
“Only if you want to,” he replied, thinking he’d die if she didn’t.
On a slow pirouette, she turned. Scott thought he was prepared, thought he’d seen his fair share of naked women. But nothing could prepare him for the onslaught of her beauty. It nearly doubled him over.
In a word, she was exquisite. Slender, but with shapely hips and a peach-tinted hue to her skin caused, he prayed, by excitement rather than embarrassment. Her petite breasts were indeed perfect, their centers rosy and pearled.
And her hair. That unbelievable human mane. He wanted to come just by looking at it.
When Mic started to remove the panties, his heart almost launched from his chest. “No!”
She backed up a step, but he pursued her. “I’m sorry for shouting.” He reached out a hand and quirked a smile. “It’s just if you do another wiggle dance, it’s going to kill me.”
She placed her hand in his. “Oh.”
“Come here,” he commanded low, wrapping an arm around her waist and squashing her pliant breasts to his chest. He tried to stay in control of his animalistic side as his lips took hers. He tried not to plunder her mouth, tried not to thrust his tongue into its sweet, sweet recess, tried to remember she’d never been truly kissed before.
God, how he failed.
He swept the interior of her mouth over and over, each time thinking he’d savored her enough, each time realizing how wrong he was. She tasted so good, smelled even better. Felt incredible.
He left her mouth and kissed a trail to one pert, flawless nipple. He suckled gently, gauging her reaction. When her fingers threaded through his hair and she arched her back, a strangled sob of joy caught in his throat.
There was no stopping him now. He bowed her slender body over his arm and drew the pearled nipple deeply into his mouth. Her moans rang in his ears like church bells on Christmas morning.
He had to have more, had to have it all. He scooped her into his arms and laid her out on the bed, never breaking contact with her delectable breast. In a primal act, he gripped her panties and pulled. The flimsy material didn’t stand a chance.
She was completely naked now. His for the taking. The devouring.
Traveling lower, he kissed her wondrously flat stomach, to the curls protecting her feminine core. To the core itself.
She clamped her legs together so tight, he’d hurt her trying to separate them. He looked at her, hoping she’d see the pleading in his eyes. “Trust me, baby.”
“Shouldn’t—” Her voice shook. “Shouldn’t you be naked too?”
“I will be, but let me do this first. Let me touch you. Taste you. I’m begging. Please.”
Some tension leaked from her muscles, enough so Scott could coax her legs apart. He then positioned himself on his stomach between them. Moisture glistened on her most intimate of places. Dear God! She was wet for him.
He exposed her small, distended button of pleasure and licked it. Her hips bounded in response. “Shhh. Easy, baby.” He licked it again then again. By his fourth taste, her pussy pushed closer. He peered up. Her face was flushed, her mouth open and panting. “Do you like that?”
Her answer was to press tighter.
“I need to hear the word, Mic. Tell me you like this.”
“Y…yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please.”
That was his invitation as he slipped his hands under her butt and lifted her to his mouth. He laved her sex then slid a finger into her slit. His heart sank at how tight she felt. As thrilling as their joining would be for him, no way would it not be painful for her. Probably very painful. But that was later. For now, he’d make up for any future hurt with all the pleasure he could give.
He pressed a second finger inside, stretching and probing while nibbling her clit. Her legs trembled and her taste changed. She was close to coming.
Extracting his fingers, he reached for the massager and placed it securely on his index then thumbed it on.
“What’s that noise?” Her question came out a breathy moan.
“A poor man’s version of a vibrator.” He gently touched his pulsating finger to her clit.
“Oh—oh.” Mic’s hips bucked off the bedspread.
Scott anchored her with his hand splayed across her lower belly, but maintained contact between the small vibrator and her sensitive tissue. She dug her heels into the mattress as her legs trembled.
“Oh, Scott. Oh—Scott. Scott.”
He buried his face in her pussy, tonguing through her shuddering folds as her musky juices splashed into his mouth and her moans filled the air. Her climax seemed to last longer than usual. Or maybe he just wanted to believe it was longer because this was her first time with a man.
And he was that first man.
Once her tremors had calmed, he set the massager on the nightstand then pulled her limp body into an embrace. “You okay?”
Her nod was a bit wobbly, her gaze a bit glassy. “That’s never happened to me before.”
He cocked his head. “You’ve never brought yourself to an orgasm?”
“Not like that I haven’t.”
Knowing he’d given her something she’d never experienced flooded his veins with the most intense male pride. He kissed her supple lips. She molded flush to his body, scraping her short nails against his chest. Tingles raced down his torso to pound his cock. He was close to coming, even with his pants on. He had to get inside her.
Now.
He pulled away, sat at the edge of the bed and quickly dispatched his shoes and socks. He then stood, whisked off his slacks then snagged a condom from his wallet. He tore open the packet and rolled it on. Her stunned intake of breath stemmed his action.
He looked up to see Mic propped on one elbow, her dinner-plate-sized eyes fixed on his erection. “It’s so big.”
Alarm laced the whispered compliment. He crumbled inside. The idea that she would back out at this stage made him nauseous. Yet, he had to give her the option. “You can still say no,” he managed to rasp.
By inches, her golden brown gaze journeyed up until meeting his. Her tongue traced her lover lip, leaving a wet shine. She gave her head a small shake. “I don’t think so.”
Scott released the air from his lungs and laid down to gather her into his arms. “Thank God. I’d have been in pain for a week if you had.”
Her hands tentatively caressed his chest. “Your skin feels so smooth except for right here.” She fingered through the thin matting. When her nail grazed a nipple, he hissed a breath and she snatched her hand away. “Did I hurt you?”
“Heavens no.”
“Then it’s okay if I touch you?”
“Sure.” His answer came out a stifled groan. He forced himself to roll onto his back with his hands behind his head. He had indulged in looking, feeling, tasting. Only fair she got the same opportunity.
Mic rose up onto her knees, her hair falling to one side. The silken strands tickling his body tormented him even more. “Where should I start?”
“Pick a spot.”
She decided on his arms, tracing her fingers along his biceps muscles and up to his shoulders where she cupped his neck with both hands. Her palms came down the center of his chest then out so her thumbs rubbed his nipples. He smothered another moan. Just as he predicted, she was a fast study.
She leaned over to lick a nipple and that glorious hair brushed across his contracted abdomen. That was all he could stand. With a growl, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. “I know I said we’d go slow, but baby, you are killing me here.”
She blinked. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Not usually, but I can’t hold out any longer.” He nudged her legs apart with his knee and rubbed his finger against her center. She felt slick and ready. He pushed into her tight opening until touching her barrier. Her eyes widened and he cupped her cheek. “There’ll be time later for more touching, I promise. But for now…” With a deep breath, he brushed his lips against hers. “For now, I’m sorry.”
He plunged down.
Chapter Eight
The pain was horrific. Her body was being disemboweled with a white hot rod from the inside out.
Mic squeezed her hands into bloodless fists, resisting the urge, if barely, to pound Scott’s back and demand he get off. She scrunched shut her eyes. Hot tears leaked from the corners as his weight restricted her ability to breathe. Thank God, he wasn’t moving. Yet.
What the hell had she been thinking to think this was a good idea? So what if she died a spinster virgin, never experiencing a man’s touch? Better that than this agony. All those romance books were nothing but lies.
Of course, her reasonable side asserted, everything that happened up to this point had been nice. Amazing, even. She’d take his “poor man’s vibrator” any day.
It was then she noticed Scott had propped himself up on his elbows and was nuzzling her face and neck, drying her tears with his lips. Faint goose bumps erupted from each place his mouth touched.
He then settled his mouth on her in a kiss that was so gentle and sweet. An apology. Her heart tugged. She unfurled her fingers and rested them on the sides of his torso. His weight, no longer a burden, felt right, pressing her further into the mattress.
She pulled in another breath through her nose and her body relaxed, seating him fully. They each groaned.
He released her mouth to touch his forehead to hers. “Sorry for the pain,” he rasped, nuzzling her temple. “I know it’s a cliché, but I woulda taken it for you if I could.”
She smiled into his neck. “Yeah, but I doubt you could have handled it.”
He reared up, panicked regret on his face. “Was it that bad?”
“Let’s just say if that pain had to happen to a man, the human race would have died out long ago.”
Rather than laugh at her joke, he buried his head against her shoulder. “God, Mic, I’m so sorry.”
She took his face in her palms and forced him to look at her. “I was kidding.” She smoothed the worry lines around his eyes with her thumbs. “What you did before was real nice.”
Desire sparked his green eyes. “Liked that, did you?”
She rolled a shoulder. “Couldn’t you tell?”
He chuckled, his chest rasping her sensitive nipples. “Yeah, I could kinda tell. Maybe we can do that again,” he mumbled against her lips. “Right now, though, you ready for me to move a little?”
“Okay.” She clenched her jaw in preparation.
He lifted up a few inches then sank back down. No pain, just a complete fullness that filled her with wonder. His teeth grazed her earlobe and an army of shivers marched down her skin. He maintained a steady tempo with his hips. She soon matched the cadence.
This was really happening. Scott was really here. Holding her. Moving within her.
Making love to her.
She yanked his hair to bring his mouth back to hers. She pushed her tongue past his lips and kissed him as though he were her only source of life.
Which he was.
He responded to her aggressive passion by pumping into her faster. She pulled her legs up against his sides and with a primal snarl, he wedged her knees under his arm and drove even harder and deeper.
She couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, only feel. Feel the power of him on her, in her, surrounding her, possessing her. Making her whole.
Mic’s insides trembled and swelled again, as they had before. Only this time, her climax was cataclysmic in size. She tore her mouth away to kiss his face, shoulders, arms, anything she could reach. Her hands locked behind his neck in an unyielding hold as she pressed the back into the pillow. She was ready to shatter apart, break into millions of pieces and fly up to the sky to become a new constellation. The constellation of passion and belonging.
She started to shout as her body convulsed, but Scott was there, his mouth absorbing her cries, making them part of him. An instant later, his movements quicken and she heard a strangled groan. He then crumbled down.
His heart pounded against her breast, its erratic rhythm matching her pulse. Still, her body hummed. The books hadn’t been lies after all. Anything but.
He rolled them both to the side in one fluid motion and hiked her leg up onto his hip to remain inside her. “Wow.”
She drew in a stuttering breath. “Yeah. Wow.”
“You okay?”
“I’m great.”
He draped her hair across his body. “I love your hair. So soft and sexy and long.”
Silence wove through the space surrounding them. She closed her eyes, relishing his closeness.
His voice broke the serenity. “I hate to ask, Mic, but I gotta know. Did I meet your expectations tonight?”
The un
certainty in his voice melted her heart. She snuggled closer. “I didn’t really have expectations because I had nothing to compare. Unless you count the porn movies.”
“Porn? You?”
Indignation stiffened her spine. She angled her chin to meet his gaze. “Why not me?”
Scott blew out a breath between pursed lips. “No offense, but after everything tonight, you jumping outta your skin every time I touched you and that little detail about you being a virgin, the reality that you watch porn is…surprising.”
“Do you think it’s sick and twisted?”
“Absolutely not.”
Her muscles unwound and she laid her cheek on his arm. “Those male actors have got nothing on you, by the way. Trust me.”
His arms tightened around her. “Thanks.”
She stroked her fingers across his chest. “I remember one movie where the girl was tied up while the guy did, you know, his thing.”
Scott’s body stilled. “Tied up?”
“It wasn’t like whips and chains tied up, but there were these cloth handcuffs on the headboard.” She gave a small shrug. “I thought it was pretty hot.”
“Really?”
The word was lost on a huge yawn.
“Sorry,” he muttered when she arched an eyebrow.
“Does all this talk about porn movies bore you? Do I bore you?”
“Of course not.” He gave her a wicked grin. “And you know that. I just haven’t slept worth a damn since the news about Nonie.” Another yawn.
She pushed away from him. “I should go then so you can get need some sleep.”
His arms came around her like vise grips. “Not a chance. You’re going nowhere, understand?”
“But—”
He cuddled her face to his chest, effectively silencing any more protest.
Chapter Nine
Scott had never felt such an absolute sense of contentment. All the success and money he’d achieved in New York seemed a paltry substitute for the quiet joy he now experienced. With Mic sleeping in his arms, the musky aroma of their lovemaking saturating his senses, he couldn’t think of any other place he’d rather be. Or any other woman he’d rather be with.