To-Do Him List

by Denise Marie

  “Fuck. I’m not going to last. If you don’t want my cum down your throat—”

  She got up on her knees between his legs and grabbed his wrists, pinned them to the bed beside his hips. She sucked deep, hard, indulged them both.

  “Holy fuck. Ahhh.”

  His legs stiffened and he balled his hands into fists, swelled further in her mouth. Every vein slid through her lips and warm jets of cum spurted down her throat. She continued to suck, was the ceaseless force that drove his waves to the shore of her mouth. The same as he’d done for her many times. She swallowed to take in all he had to give and a sudden awareness hit her. She did want all of him.

  As the tightness in his body faded with every last drop gone, she let go of the suction with a pop. She freed his arms and sat back on her heels. His lax body glistened with sweat. “You taste wonderful.”

  He opened his eyes, still filled with lust, and yanked her down on top of him.

  “Eeek!”

  “Really? Show me.”

  He clung to the sides of her face with firm hands and smashed his lips to hers, forced his tongue inside to explore with a hum of delight. She placed her hands to the bed on either side of him and got up. He rose with her, didn’t allow the connection to break.

  “I need to use the bathroom.” she mumbled around his lips and he smiled in return.

  “Okay, okay.”

  She scooted off the bed and was halfway to the bathroom when a pillow hit her in the back. She spun around to see him propped up on his elbows, exposed. “You were right darlin’. I do taste pretty damn sweet in your mouth.”

  ****

  Cole flopped down on the bed when the door clicked shut. He loved her. It didn’t take a spectacular blowjob to confirm that for him but it sure was an added bonus. He stared at the ceiling and scrubbed his face. How could he keep her alive? Were there better doctors his money could buy?

  A light tap on the patio door drew him out of what tortured him, losing her. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, glared at the repeated noise but still not able to put his query aside. The mental battle over options weighted him down.

  With his toes, he picked up his pants, shuffled into them, and left the button undone. He tiptoed over to the glass door and lifted the curtain back an inch. Dark clouds swept across the sky and drops of rain hit the windowpane. Since when did it rain in California?

  He traced the droplet’s path with his finger and tipped his head back with his eyes closed. The big guy answered his prayer. He’d never been the religious type, but the last few days he prayed often, every word to do with her. He repositioned the curtain tightly and rushed over to the nightstand for his phone, entered his password, and scrolled through the lengthy playlist. His fingers worked faster than his phone. He paced. When the right song appeared, he propped the phone up on the table, hit play, and increased the volume. He stood with his hands twisted behind his back. Rascal Flatts sang out the words to My Wish. Would it make her cry? That would destroy him.

  The door opened.

  “Shit.” He mumbled. Too late to find something else.

  She inched around the corner, in a pale-pink, cotton sundress and the cutest confused smile on her face. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his when he extended his palm out to her. He brought it to his mouth and kissed it. “I have another surprise, not planned but the timing couldn’t be better.”

  The curious sparkle in her crystal-blue eyes wasn’t, at all, like anything he’d ever seen before.

  “Really? I’m intrigued.”

  He brushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders and smoothed his hands down her bare arms. He could feel goose bumps form on her skin and loved that he affected her so much. “Trust me?”

  Her eyes were certain to mirror his, how could she not? A bond, trust, they had it all. “Yes, of course.”

  He lifted his hand to the edge of the curtain and peeled it open, impressed with himself. She raised her eyebrows at the window and back at him like she didn’t understand. In that moment, she was now here for him. Her list didn’t register and for some reason, it meant the world.

  He smiled and slid the door open, the headiness of her list lifted from his shoulders as he stepped out. Still facing away from her, he held his hands out and tipped his chin up. He spun around slow and extended his hand to her. “Dance with me?”

  Now she understood. She followed his lead, and placed her hand in his. The rain was a little cold, but perfect for the heat that generated through their every touch. With each step toward him, her chin rose to hold his gaze. She blinked many times to clear her vision as the rain hit her in the face.

  “Are you for real? Have I died already?”

  Her tone reflected his inability to make sense of this. How could they accept the idea that this isn’t a forever kind of thing?

  He leaned down a little, touched his cheek to hers, and whispered, “If this is heaven, I am in love.” Not quite I love you, but close enough, for now. Before his words derailed their perfect morning, he wrapped his arm around her waist and twirled her around to the music. It did feel like heaven.

  She snuggled in and swayed with him, but avoided his statement. They didn’t speak, just danced. He leaned back a little and his hand guided her chin up. He used his thumbs to wipe her cheeks, tears she couldn’t claim as rain.

  The desperate need in her eyes lured him in. He kissed her with the tenderness she deserved. His lips touched each side of her mouth, teased them both before he dove for what they craved. The connection. When he broke away, they were both short of breath.

  “Isabelle?” He couldn’t stop himself. He scanned his gaze down her body and clenched his jaw.

  “Yes.”

  “The rain has made your dress completely see through. I also see you are not wearing a bra or panties.” He squeezed her butt and rubbed his erection into her front. The material of her dress cooled from the rain, but he could feel her heat. “If I don’t get inside you soon, I may be joining you in the hospital with the worst case of blue balls they have ever seen.”

  She flung her arms around his neck, leaned her forehead on his chest, and laughed. He rested his chin on the top of her head and took a deep breath to calm more than just the belly-aching laugh.

  She forced distance between them, hadn’t done that in a while. His pulse raced wild with worry.

  “Cole?”

  He didn’t speak, just raised his eyebrows.

  “Take me inside?”

  That was all he needed. He kissed her hard, touched every inch of her as he braced his hands onto her waist and lifted until her legs folded around him. Instant regret hit him about the pants he put on. He would only have to lower her to be embedded in her body. He stepped forward, refused to break their connection, and made his way to the bed. He didn’t close the door. The sound of the rain and now thunder, only added to the moment.

  He crawled up to the head of the bed with her in his arms, and placed her down in the middle. He kissed and nipped at her until his lips brushed across the strap of her dress. It needed to come off. She wiggled for him as he peeled the cool wet fabric up her body. He threw it to the floor and lowered himself to her, to lick the dampness from her shoulder. She shivered.

  His gaze roamed to the spot above her breast where he once left his mark. Temptation called to him. He drew her damp skin between his lips and sucked.

  Nothing in life would ever be the same again without the taste of her on his lips.

  “Cole,” she moaned.

  He tore himself away and admired his art, his mark. “Perfect.” He stroked the spot with his nose and kissed it before he moved down. The way she rolled her hips into him told him she needed to come. He’d get there, but not yet. There was so much of her he couldn’t leave untouched. He kissed her breast, traced the tip of his tongue around her rose-colored nipple.

  “Cole?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I want my lips on you, too.”


  He chuckled. “Honey, if your lips go anywhere near my dick, it will be over. I want to come inside you.” He kissed his way over to her other breast and the corner of his lip rose when she wiggled under him.

  “Then get it in me already.”

  He ignored her demand and continued his assault. She shivered when he placed soft kisses around her navel and stared at her beautiful, pale skin. She’d be cute pregnant. Images of him with a little pink bundle hit him hard.

  “In good time, sassy woman. I’m not done with you.”

  Before hope overwhelmed him, he scooted down the bed and used his hands to spread her legs farther apart. Her juices already trickled from her opening. He loved the fact she couldn’t hide her desire; it wouldn’t take much to make her come. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust when he crouched down to swipe her sweet dew with his tongue.

  “I will take care of myself if you don’t—”

  He pressed two fingers into her.

  “Ahhh.”

  Her cream drenched his fingers, and her walls spasmed. She refused to wait for him, swirled her hips and rode his fingers. He kissed her inner thigh and withdrew his fingers.

  “Nooo.”

  He smiled with anticipation. He could take her to new heights she, until now, only wished for. He’d give her that wish and many more.

  ****

  She’d slap him. He would fulfill every need for sure, but to hold back her release like that—torture. Her gaze traveled down his body and up again, on every tattoo and muscle. He was too beautiful to slap.

  He traced his finger, already lubricated with her juices, in a circular motion around her nub. When her admiration landed on the tattoo on his bicep, a house restricted in a chain, he eased his way back to her virgin hole. She thrust her hips forward and closed her eyes; the sensation combined with her sexual frustration excited her every nerve ending, and would only be satisfied if he touched her everywhere.

  “Cole.” She moaned his name, not able to direct him with words. Pretty sure she didn’t need to.

  He laid over her and braced his weight with his elbow. He kept her on edge with every kiss, and swayed above her body as if he was already inside her. His free hand teased her with every motion, dipped inside and then back out again. When he used her cream to roam back around her puckered hole, the erotic sensation overwhelmed her. She grasped at his body to let him know she needed it.

  “Okay, baby.” he whispered.

  The next time he thrust forward with his body, he entered her with his finger. It burned. The kind of burn that tempted her to tear away, yet demanded to go back for more at the same time. The world around them faded, except for the heat of his touch that radiated through her, branded her.

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Take me there.”

  He eased his finger out, and lifted off her to sit back on his heels. His body trembled. “A-are you sure?”

  She got up on her knees in front of him, placed her hands on either side of his face, and didn’t let her attention roam anywhere but into his eyes. “You. Only you. Ever.”

  He smoothed one arm around her back and lowered her to the bed with a passionate kiss. They parted but his breath skimmed her lips. “Hands and knees, beautiful.”

  She maneuvered into position without hesitation and peeked over her shoulder.

  He scrambled through his bag, yanked out a tiny bottle and shuffled back to the bed, kicking his pants off. When he glanced up from the bottle, he wobbled from the pants leg that wouldn’t free him, and stopped. “You’re stunning.”

  His words aroused her to the point where, if he didn’t satisfy her now, she’d do it on her own. He climbed on the bed and brushed his hand down the center of her back and over her crevice. She held her breath when the bottle cracked open. Whether from the position or nerves she didn’t know, but her body shook. “Cole?”

  “Mmhmm?”

  “I’m nervous.”

  He stroked his engorged length, coated it with lube, and threw the bottle on the bed. He cradled her around the waist, hoisted her up so they were on their knees, her back to his chest. She peered back over her shoulder and their gazes locked together.

  His soft kiss calmed her. “I won’t hurt you, baby. Say the word and I’ll stop, no hard feelings.” He continued to caress her skin with his lips. Her muscles relaxed, and her body craved more. At this point, he could do anything.

  He caressed his left hand up her side and around her front, to roll her nipple between his fingertips. She wished there was a mirror in front of them; the erotic image they must portray kept her on edge—a constant state she’d experienced since day one from being near him.

  He fell forward with her in slow motion. She stopped when in the position he’d asked, but he used his weight to lower her further.

  “No, baby. Change of plans. On your stomach. I want to be close to you. The kind of close where my body, my breath, becomes yours.”

  With the light touch of his fingertips, he urged her tailbone down until her stomach touched the cold sheets. He lay on top of her, but supported his weight with his elbows on either side of her shoulders.

  The warmth of his body and touch of his lips down her spine relaxed her, their bodies melted together. He rubbed the crease of her butt with his lubed cock and she moaned. Within moments, she pressed back into him, in quest of the exotic friction. He massaged down her body with one hand and teased her opening.

  “Oh, yes. I need you. There.”

  She envisioned his smile on the heated skin between her shoulder blades.

  “I need you, too, baby.”

  She inched back and the lube made it easy for his finger to slide in deeper. It burned but she wanted more. How could she possibly want more? She did. He stretched her with his finger, more when he inserted a second.

  “You okay, baby?”

  It hurt, but she couldn’t to tell him to stop. Didn’t want to. Her body had a mind of its own as she lifted her hips. “More, Cole.”

  He chuckled and withdrew his fingers. He leaned down on his elbows again and his chest brushed against her back. He kissed her neck, and slid his hard shaft up and down the hollow of her butt. Filled with lust, she thrust in tune with him, aligned their bodies so he could ease into her.

  “Ahhh.”

  The now very swollen head of his cock slipped inside and she froze. He held still inside her. “I’m not going to push anymore, baby. You do the work now. Give yourself a moment to let your muscles relax, and press back on me when you’re ready.”

  The strain in his voice was evident, being stimulated so intimately and not being able to lose control. She didn’t want this just for her; but for him too, the connection.

  When he kissed the back of her neck, her muscles relaxed and she let him in deeper. His hands gripped at the sheets. She slid her hands up beside his and he laced his fingers over hers. Every part of their bodies meshed as if their intimate desires were familiar, unable to live without the other. They were in this together.

  He filled her, so much she couldn’t stretch anymore or she would split in half but the pain was soon replaced with something else, a pleasure that craved to be stroked.

  She dug her toes into the bed and eased forward. Without hesitation, she thrust back to be filled again when he’d come close to leaving her body. Every time she did this, she ached for more, and forced him deeper.

  His hands clamped onto hers tight. “I’m in, baby.”

  The sound of satisfaction in his voice spurred her on, made giving him anything in the world seem possible. She couldn’t take it anymore. “Now, please, I don’t need gentle anymore.”

  He dropped his forehead to her shoulder blade and growled. He drove so deep into her, their bodies joined as one. Their fingers balled until white-knuckled and he slid out, to the tip before lunging in, with more force each time.

  “Fuck. I’m not going to last, you’re so tight. You need to come, baby. I want you with me.”

 
He loosened his grip and guided her hand down with his. She lifted her stomach when she figured out where his hand intended to take hers, only he didn’t let go. He massaged his hand over hers and down her front until they skimmed her nub together.

  It was so swollen the second he placed her finger to it, and thrust his hard shaft into her at the same time, she hit a climax like no other. He buried himself so deep inside her, the magnitude of their connection radiated out in waves around them.

  Her cream flowed at the pressure of their fingers, together, in a circular motion on her nub. He came, hard, and didn’t stop. Her name was a whisper out of his lips, and just when she didn’t think her heart could beat any faster it did, as she imagined the love in his eyes.

  When they both floated down from their extreme high, he eased out of her; she winced.

  “Sorry, honey. I’m just going to go get a cloth to clean us up. I’ll be right back. Stay there.”

  She didn’t need to see him to know he smiled with his stern words. He learned fast that she enjoyed challenging others’ demands. She complied, didn’t like it, but she did. The water ran strong, and in no time, he sat beside her, but she didn’t even have the energy to hold her eyes open, so she let them drift closed.

  The warm cloth smoothed over her skin and she relaxed, except for the slight awkwardness that it was he who cleaned her. She took a peek when he wiped himself down and threw the cloth away. He lay down beside her.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmhmm.” She smiled, didn’t want to worry him.

  “Have I told you how amazing you make me feel? And I don’t just mean when I’m inside you.”

  She let out a short snicker before she contained herself and squeezed her lips together, still not able to hold back her smile.

  He smacked her ass.

  “Ouch. You make me feel it, too.” She opened her eyes but wasn’t prepared for when his awe-struck mouth gaped open. He held something back, it maybe. She couldn’t let him go there; she’d already accepted more than she planned for. “Mind if I go relax in a tub?”

  He held out his hand to help her. “Of course not. There’s a jar of salts on the counter. Put some in the water, it will help with any soreness.”