by LJ Vickery
“How do you…? How is it that…?” Wiley couldn’t get the words out between moans, but Solina knew what he asked.
“You remember when we made out on my couch?” she asked.
“How could I forget?” Wiley punctuated his answer with sharp gasps.
“Well, I made it a point to watch some porn after that. I really liked it, and I took notes,” she whispered near his ear. “A shower scene like this was one of my favorites.”
He hissed as her finger slowly followed the prominent vein in his cock upward, swirling her digits under the swollen head. His voice lowered. “After you watched your porn,” he moaned, “did you use that large pink vibrator to get yourself off?”
Solina giggled, not embarrassed. At twenty-eight, it would have been much stranger if she didn’t own something to take the edge off. “You saw that, did you?” She licked his back, feeling his penis surge under her hand
“Yeah, I did. And thinking about you using it made me ridiculously hot.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she purred. “Maybe we can use it together sometime.”
Wiley groaned. “Damn, woman. Something else you saw in your porn movies?”
“You’d be surprised what a girl can learn.”
Solina concentrated on her ministrations as she rubbed her body over Wiley’s back. She squeezed her legs together to try and increase the friction between her own thighs. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, and nothing had touched her there…yet. Oh yes. Despite Wiley’s gallant intentions, Solina would use every trick she’d learned to seduce him.
Her head resting on his back, Solina felt Wiley’s heart speed up. His respiration increased, and knowing he was close, she went on her tiptoes. Protecting her bottom lip with her tongue, she used her top teeth to graze the spot where his neck and shoulder met.
Wiley growled. “I’m going to come, Beauty.”
Such a turn-on.
Solina ducked her head under Wiley’s arm and peeked around his body, never breaking her rhythm. And…
There it is.
Something she’d seen on television but never witnessed in person. Lovely. His cock throbbed and surged under her palm as he spurted against the shower wall. She felt a glow of pride―along with the pulsing ache in her pussy that matched his release. She’d done that to Wiley. She’d given him pleasure.
Wiley dropped his head onto the tiles. “I’ll get you for this,” he grated out, his penis growing supple―but not soft―in the aftermath of his tempest. “A gentleman always makes sure his lady comes first.”
“I did come first,” she reminded him. “On my couch that night you wouldn’t let me reciprocate.”
He gave a full belly laugh, and Solina felt it in every nerve ending where they touched.
“My dear Beauty, if I had let you return the favor and given you a, uh…hands-on instructional, would you have still felt compelled to watch the pay-per-view?”
Solina thought for a moment, then chuckled into his wet skin. “Maybe not,” she allowed. “See what you get for your selflessness?”
“I’m a lucky bastard, Beauty.” He turned around and lined up his semi-hard dick with her pussy.
Solina rubbed her mound against him and moaned. “And how does someone else get lucky around here, Wiley?” she dared ask. Damn, she’d gotten bold. But Wiley brought that out in her, and she liked it.
He reached up to gently stroke her bruised cheeks, running a cautious thumb over her stitched lip. “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been through so much in the past thirty hours.”
“You won’t hurt me.” Solina purposely misunderstood. She wanted Wiley to know she was completely ready. “I don’t exactly have a hymen anymore,” she told him. “My pink plastic penis took care of that a few years ago.”
“That’s not what I meant, Solina. Although there’s that, too,” he huffed uncomfortably, looking at the ceiling. “I mean your injuries.”
“Wiley?” She paused, waiting for him to bring his gaze back down.
He acquiesced, his beautiful dark stare descending to warm her as the water in the shower began to cool. “Yes, Solina?”
“Screw the injuries. I’m really wet and more than ready.” She’d beg if she had to. If Wiley didn’t make love to her now, she’d make him watch as she took the edge off herself.
“You’re killing me, Solina.”
Wiley reached over and turned off the water, then scooped her up under her ass so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his midsection. The movement opened her pussy wide, so her inner folds embraced the smooth side of his re-burgeoning cock.
“Yes…,” she hissed.
“You’re sure about this,” he questioned, his voice like sandpaper. “There’s no way there won’t be some pain,” he warned. “I’m…larger than your pocket pal.”
Solina nearly purred. He definitely was. And she couldn’t wait to see how every one of his inches felt buried deep inside her.
“I want you now,” she told him. “Please.” And there it was. She’d begged.
“Okay,” he relented, wrapping them both in towels.
Yesss. Her imagination ran rampant, and with nerves derailing her tongue, she couldn’t help but ask, “So where and how? Up against the wall? From behind? On all fours?” Her mouth went dry. Some of the positions she’d seen in the porn movies made her hotter than others.
“Solina,” Wiley barked abruptly while drying them off. “Stop.”
She blinked up at him, suddenly unsure. Had she done something wrong?
“What?” she asked, unable to keep her lips from trembling.
He hugged her close and shook his head, then broke out in an incredulous half-smile, dispelling her fears. “You, my dear girl, would try the patience of a saint. No to all of those requests. For your first time, it will be done on a bed, missionary position. You got that?”
Solina wondered if she could negotiate just a little. “With the lights on, though. Okay?” She held her breath, waiting for him to answer.
Laughter spilled from his lips, and it took a few moments before he could speak. “Yes, Beauty. Yes. With the lights on.”
“Well, thank God you aren’t too much of a prude,” she taunted. “For a minute there, I thought we’d have to do it under the covers, fully dressed.”
“Oh, you just wait,” he growled back. “Once you’re good and ready, I’ll introduce you to things that will make your porn look tame.”
Solina shivered in delight. “Then let’s get this deflowering over and done with so I can start my education.”
Wiley was everything she wanted, and more.
****
Wiley wasn’t kidding when he said Solina was going to kill him. The stuff that came out of her mouth had him hard as fuck again, eager to satisfy her in every way possible. But he hadn’t been lying about how it would be done. Tonight, he would take things slowly, making sure to do nothing that would scare or hurt her. If he had his way, they’d have their whole lives to explore all the other things Solina wanted, and he’d enjoy every moment of teaching her.
Wiley chuckled to himself. Who was he kidding? It would probably be Solina and her innate curiosity who introduced him to things he’d never imagined. And he couldn’t think of anything better.
Still carrying his lovely burden―whose warm, wet pussy tickled every nerve in his cock as she rubbed up and down―he strode into his bedroom, settling her onto the sheets, the covers still pulled back. He removed the towel from around her shoulders and laid it on the pillow to protect it somewhat from her wet hair.
He instantly missed her heat on his cock, but swallowed hard, giving Solina one more opportunity to back out.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he told her, his cock pointing at her like a compass toward due north.
“Not on your life,” she returned. “Now, quit stalling.” Solina reached up, beckoning him down.
His eyes traveled over Beauty’s flushed body, taking note of every inch o
f smooth, dark skin—the hollow of her throat, the dip above her clavicle, the muscles on her upper arms. His feasting gaze skimmed to her breasts, where he watched a trickle of water from her hair descend through the valley between them. He had no resistance. His lizard brain wouldn’t be denied. He placed one knee to the bed, leaned down and licked up the droplet.
“Wiley, please,” Solina begged. This time, he didn’t resist. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him toward her.
Oh, how he wanted to devour her mouth―which would not happen because of her wounds―but when his lips connected with her nipple, she keened, deep in her throat, and Wiley knew he was exactly where he needed to be.
He licked. He tugged. He sucked. With his free hand, he gave the other nipple a series of quick pinches.
Beauty’s hips raised off the bed, as if seeking a greater connection, but he wouldn’t be hurried. Wiley played and teased. He needed this leisurely appetizer before he moved on to devour the main course.
Once both her buds were red and swollen, he gave them one last lick before kissing his way down her belly, tasting and breathing in the scent of her damp skin all the way.
“Spread your legs for me, Beauty,” he commanded gruffly.
She complied. He sank down between them, getting his first look at her swollen, wet pussy.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, blowing across her.
A strangled sound emerged from Solina’s throat, but Wiley was far from done. When he regarded the small patch of curls at her juncture, he gently parted them to uncover her very hard pearl. He pressed one finger directly atop the hot button, holding his digit still while his tongue swiped through her honey. Her hips rose again, increasing the pressure on her clit.
“Oh!” she gasped, delightfully startled. At some point, she pulled the pillow over her head, ostensibly to mute her cries from reaching Mary down the hall.
Her legs parted even farther, and she began to grind against his hand and mouth, urging him on. But Wiley needed no encouragement. He licked her wetness from end to end, escalating the motion and friction of his finger while he tasted. He nipped at her swollen lips, then soothed them with kisses. She responded to everything with muffled cries of pleasure.
His mouth and nose became soaked, but he didn’t let up until he felt the twitching of her inner walls, signaling her impending release. Wiley eased back, counted to three, then speared his tongue into her cunt and pinched her clit simultaneously.
She went off like a rocket—hard, fast and fully engaged.
Amazing.
Before she could recover, Wiley crawled up her body and reached toward the night table, rapidly sheathing himself in the condom he had sitting there.
He moved the pillow aside, only to drown in Solina’s steady, heated gaze. God, she was beautiful. He wanted to kiss her senseless, but couldn’t. Words came to his lips, circumventing the need.
“I love you, Solina.” His heart overflowed with adoration for this woman.
“I love you, too, Wiley.” A sassy grin appeared. “Now―”
He didn’t wait for her to tell him what to do. He slid the first inch of his cock into her pussy, knocking the snark right out of her.
“Oh my,” she breathed.
“Fuck yeah.” Never had he felt anything as good as being inside Solina. He eased in another tight inch. “Are you okay?” he asked, sweat beading on his upper lip as he tried to maintain control.
She nodded with big, round eyes, and he attempted another few inches. Damn. She was snug. He started to pull back, but she grabbed his ass and impaled him with her fingernails. Holy shit. If that didn’t make him want to sit up and howl…
“Okay,” he rasped. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”
She tilted her hips, allowing him additional room. “More, Wiley. You’re not hurting me.”
He saw the lie in her face, but desire clearly overruled her pain.
He pushed forward, slowly but steadily, until he bottomed out.
She gasped, but after a moment, her inner walls relaxed around him, and paradise was his. Enclosed…secured…loved.
Beauty moved first, hooking the heels of her feet over the backs of his thighs, and a new flood of warmth bathed his solidly ensconced cock.
Hell yes.
Wiley drew out and slid back in again. She was still tight, but he’d gained a margin of room.
After a few more attempts, Solina’s body finally surrendered, allowing Wiley to increase the pace and depth of his invasion. He nuzzled her neck, he sucked her nipples, and as he felt the walls of her cunt shiver around him, he reached down once more and pinched her clit, toppling her over the edge for the second time.
This time, she did cry out, but the sound was music to Wiley’s ears, spurring on the tingle at the base of his spine. He let out a low growl and blasted his payload out of his cock, where it lodged in the confines of the latex. He collapsed onto Solina.
For one split second, he thought how glorious it would be to do it without the condom…
Oh yeah. We’ll get to that eventually.
He leveraged up on his elbows, allowing her room to breathe as his lungs slowly came back to normal. He felt about a million feet tall when he noticed her beaming.
He chuckled. “I take it you liked that?”
“Well, yeah.” She rolled her eyes saucily. “When can we do it again?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Wiley woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and something else he hadn’t enjoyed in a while. Bacon.
Oh, my god!
Solina must have walked to the deli down the street. Saliva flooded his mouth in anticipation and he leaped out of bed, itching his stomach. He’d have to hit the gym more if Solina cooked like this all the time. And once they moved in together…
Stop.
He was getting ahead of himself. They’d just taken the first two steps toward the long-term relationship Wiley knew he wanted―admitting their love and consummating it―but they hadn’t discussed living arrangements or ultimate goals. He needed to slow down, take a deep breath and give Solina room to breathe. If he came on too strongly, she might walk away.
He made quick work in the bathroom, then pulled on sweats and almost danced to the kitchen, his jaw nearly falling to the floor at what met his eyes. Solina had his headphones on, dressed in nothing but the oversized t-shirt he’d bought last night, her long legs bare. Her back remained to him as she mixed something in a bowl while her hips swayed to whatever music played. God, how adorable could one woman get?
He sidled up behind her and kissed the back of her neck.
“Eeep!” The spoon flew from the bowl, batter spraying the wall and counter where she worked. A little even flew back to hit him in the cheek.
Solina whipped around and tugged off the headphones, putting a hand to her chest. “Crap, Wiley. You scared the hell out of me.” She took two or three deep breaths to get herself under control. “Damn. It must be leftover angst from yesterday. I’m sorry.”
“No. I’m sorry.” Contrition hit him smack in the chest. “I’m an asshole. I didn’t think. Forgive me?”
Solina regarded him solemnly, a definite twinkle in her eyes. “Yes, I will. But only if you do it again.” She tipped her head to one side and exposed her long, slender neck.
“Hooah!” Wiley accompanied his bellow with a fist pump and stepped close.
“And what does that mean?” Solina interjected, the pulse in her throat beating wildly as his mouth approached.
“Hell yeah,” he murmured, right before his lips landed on her smooth skin.
Wiley breathed her in―sending pheromones up his nose to his pleasure centers―before gently placing a series of small love bites up toward her ear, then down to her exposed collarbone. He stood back and took note of her nipples, standing out like tactical buttons, begging to be pushed. And he was just the man to oblige.
His hand raised toward the target when a small cough sounded behind him. He snatche
d his palm back and stood tall, spinning around.
“Uh, nothing to see here, ma’am,” he told a clearly amused Mary. He knew his cheeks had reddened at being apprehended. “Solina, um, had some batter on her, uh, neck.”
So you were obligingly licking it off? Mary wrote on her pad, holding it up so he could see it. Are you going to give the walls the same treatment? She pointed.
Oh yeah. The walls.
Solina, giggling, recovered far quicker than Wiley. “Pancake batter. Luckily, I didn’t lose too much.”
Mary went to the sink and wet a sponge with her free hand.
How about you finish cooking and I’ll clean up, the older woman scribbled.
“Sounds good to me,” Solina agreed, belatedly crossing her hands over her chest to hide her excited attributes. “Uh, Wiley, you can set the table.” She turned to the stove and picked up a fork, deftly flipping the bacon. Lighting the flame under the griddle, she prepared it for the pancakes.
Rats. “I don’t have any syrup,” Wiley lamented, retrieving plates from a cupboard.
“You didn’t,” Solina told him. “But you do now. After I bought the bacon, I asked the nice butcher, Mr. Moskowitz, if there was a specialty store nearby. He pointed me to a lovely shop one street over, and voilà.” She pointed to a bag on the table. Wiley opened it with interest, finding not only syrup, but fresh bagels, cream cheese and lox.
“Of course, in both places, I had to explain what happened to my face, so now I’m afraid you’re somewhat of a hero in the neighborhood.”
Wiley groaned, but she went on as if she hadn’t dropped that bomb.
“The bagels are for lunch, just in case we’re still here. You can put the other stuff in the fridge.” Solina went back to the batter and poured the first couple pancakes onto the hot pan.
You’ll be enjoying those without me, Mary informed them, swiping the last of the batter off the counter with one hand while writing with the other. I need to go home and start figuring out the rest of my life.