The routine was the same as it had been each Wednesday night, ending with her final mirror check. Without the grating reminder of her mother’s disheartening admonishments jarring her brain, Lyla was actually quite pleased with her more abundant than average figure. Over the years she’d grown fond of her soft padding and ample curves to the point where she’d finally stopped the vicious cycle of yoyo dieting that had caused her nothing but grief. Her weight had maintained at a comfortable level. Sure, she had occasional body image issues, but what woman didn’t? It was only when she allowed Virginia’s negative badgering to get to her that Lyla felt fat or unattractive.
From Jamie’s words and actions today, it seemed he certainly appreciated her full curves. Lyla didn’t have to think twice about whom she’d rather please…Jamie or her mother. No contest.
She remembered the day she shopped for the crimson cinched-waist corset, push-up bra and crotchless panties. She purchased the ensemble because it made her feel more beautiful than anything else she’d tried on. As she smoothed her hands over her sheer silk stockings now, attaching them to the garter belt, she felt confident that she looked good. Better than good. Striking. She slipped the black stiletto heels on her feet and affixed a slash of red across her lips.
Mmm-hmm, if Jamie thought she was appealing dressed in her usual office garb, she was pretty damn certain his eyes would pop when he caught his first glimpse of her like this.
Sucking in a deep, long breath, she gazed at her reflection just the way she’d done so many Wednesdays before. Except this Wednesday was different. This time she wouldn’t be all alone when the last orgasmic ripples subsided. Smiling, she whispered, “This is it, Lyla. Your fantasy come to life.” And then she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.
As Jamie prepared the room with lit candles, fragrant incense and soft, torchy music pulsing in the background, his thoughts drifted to what Lyla had said about Charlie Martensen. Jamie was damn sure he didn’t want any other man touching her, especially a slick, oily salesman-type like Martensen. The muscles in his jaw, neck and shoulders constricted at the idea. He’d never had a possessive bone in his body until Lyla came into his life. But then fascination and fixation took over. Something about her cried out to his primal need to protect, to keep her all to himself. To fuck the living daylights out of her, branding her with his cock. Making her his woman.
The intensity of the strange, unfamiliar feelings flooding him caught Jamie off guard. He should have put a stop to this long before now but his dick was doing the thinking for him now. Jamie sat on the bed, shaking his head as he watched the candle flames flicker. That wasn’t true. He was lying to himself if he thought Lyla was nothing more than just a sweet bit of pussy. The woman was special. And he definitely wanted her in his life.
Still, the mere thought of anything long-term with Lyla made him wince. Truth be told, it scared the shit out of him. He wasn’t sure if either of them were up to the ridicule, the finger-pointing, the name-calling, but he knew for damn certain he wasn’t up to walking away without giving it all he had.
Jamie straightened, grimacing at the discomfort from his straining erection just as the bathroom door opened and Lyla stepped across the threshold into the bedroom. He could have sworn his cock grew another three inches as his gaze roved over pink-white flesh all wrapped up in red like a pretty Christmas present. Just for him.
He leapt to his feet, opening his mouth to speak but closing it again when words failed him. With slow, purposeful steps Lyla moved toward the bed. He watched the seductive sway of her hips, inviting him to dig his fingers into her soft flesh and haul her up close. Her big breasts seemed to defy gravity as they spilled out over the top of her bra. Jamie licked his lips in anticipation of taking the plump rosy berries at the tips into his mouth and tugging with his teeth until she begged him for mercy. Her legs were encased in sheer hose that looked smooth and silky. He couldn’t wait to have those long legs wrapped around him as he pistoned into her.
She was a vision. So sexy, so perfect he had to wonder for a minute if she was real.
“Aw, Lyla,” he finally managed through a pained groan. “I’m not usually at a loss for words but, baby, you are so fine it steals my breath away.”
“I’m glad you think so, Jamie,” she purred. “Because this,” she smoothed her hands over her torso, “is all for you.”
He caught a whiff of her scent as she approached the bed. A womanly kind of smell, spice and flowers mixed with the musk of her arousal. When she bent over the pillows, arranging them this way and that, he found himself fascinated by the full curviness of her behind and knew he wanted to fuck that too. And then he caught sight of her pussy peeking through the crotchless panties. Soft red-brown curls beckoning him to thrust into her luscious, juicy cunt.
With liquid grace, Lyla positioned herself on the bed. The skin on the back of Jamie’s neck heated as he watched her present herself to him like lush, ripe fruit on a fancy platter. He stroked his chin and thought about everything he wanted to do to her. God damn…it was a fucking wonder he didn’t embarrass himself by coming right then and there in his pants.
“This is the point in my fantasy where I summon you to my bedroom and ask you to make love to me.” Lyla’s lips curved into a slow, suggestive smile.
Jamie glanced down at his impatient cock. “Well, that’s good because I couldn’t be more ready for you. You want me to take off my clothes now?” Without waiting for her answer, Jamie shrugged off his jacket, slinging it aside, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“That’s just the way you do it in my fantasies.” Lyla licked her lips. He loved watching her tongue slide across those red-as-sin lips. “You start unbuttoning,” she went on, “and then I make you stop…and I tell you I want you to rip your shirt open instead. But I certainly don’t expect you to—”
Jamie didn’t even hesitate. Before she could finish her sentence, he fisted both sides of his custom-made shirt and tore it open, baring his naked chest and sending buttons flying. Hell, the high price he’d paid for the shirt was worth every damn penny if trashing it gave his sexy temptress a thrill.
Lips parted and eyes wide, Lyla just stared at him for a long moment. The sound he heard escaping her throat was somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
“Oh Jamie…you really shouldn’t have done that.”
“I can replace it,” he said, unbuttoning his cuffs and jerking the shirt off. He tossed it aside, purposely flexing his pecs for her.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” She started to squirm, slow deep breaths making her pretty tits rise and fall. “I meant it was so fucking hot to see you doing that in person that I’m afraid you’re going to make me come before I even get my hands on you.”
“Turnabout’s fair play. I just about came all over myself when I saw you step out here in that sinful devil-woman outfit. You look so good I could eat you up.”
“That works for me,” Lyla said with a sexy smile.
“Is that what happens next in your fantasy?”
“To hell with the damn fantasy,” she said. “Just do with me what you will, Jamie. But first…take off the rest of your clothes so I can see you completely naked.”
He didn’t have a bit of trouble complying with her request. His cock was hammering so hard inside his pants he couldn’t wait to set it free and bring it on home where it belonged.
“I think I’m prejudiced,” Lyla said, eyeing him hungrily as he unzipped his fly. “Or a racist or a bigot or something like that.”
“Oh really?” Jamie said, stripping everything else off and loving the way she ate him up with her eyes. His active lifestyle kept him in fine shape, so he knew he looked good. Hell, he’d better with all that time he spent on the machines at the gym. He stood there, giving her an eyeful, posing front, back and sides, flexing his pecs and biceps.
“Mmmm…definitely.”
He climbed onto her bed. “And what brought you to that conclusion, hmm?” He covered her brea
sts and squeezed, enjoying the suppleness beneath his fingers.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “Because I can’t look at you and pretend to be color blind,” she answered, opening her wide blue eyes to look up at him. She rested her small white hands over his, stroking his skin with her thumbs. “I love seeing the contrast of your golden brown skin next to the paleness of mine,” she admitted. “And I think you’re a positively lickable shade of brown sugar caramel and I want to taste you all over.” She leaned forward and slid her tongue across his shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm. Those are definitely the words of an evil white temptress,” Jamie teased. “I’m shocked and outraged, Lyla. Shame on you for looking at me as if I were nothing more than a tasty stick of taffy.” He gave a low, throaty laugh and then licked her from the valley between her breasts up to her shiny red lips.
“What do you see when you look at me?” Lyla asked.
A red flag went up and Jamie sensed danger. When a woman asked a question like that, a man had damn well better answer to her satisfaction or else he’d be left high and dry. His hands roved her body, over soft pale curves, stiff lace, shiny silk. He smiled because he knew he wouldn’t have any trouble passing this test. When he looked at Lyla he saw…
“Heaven. I look at you and I see an angel,” he said honestly. Jamie tugged down the cups of her bra, pinching and twisting her dusky pink nipples. “I see soft heavenly shades of cream and pink and peach.” He plucked the rigid peaks, watching them pebble under his gaze. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fascinated by the color distinction too, Lyla.” He squeezed one breast hard enough to leave a momentary red imprint when he removed his hand. “But it’s not your color, or I guess I should say lack of it,” he chuckled, “that makes you beautiful to me. It’s what’s inside. It’s your essence. Your spirit.”
“Jamie?” Lyla looked up at him and he could almost swear he saw stars in her eyes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
Oh yeah, he passed the test all right.
“Not so fast, baby,” Jamie said in answer to her fuck-me plea. “We’re going to take it nice and slow this time, not all rushed and urgent the way it was in my office, you hear?” She nodded without really looking all that agreeable. “This time,” he promised, “I’m gonna string you out until you’re half-crazed with desire and begging for release.” It wouldn’t be easy holding back the burning need to shoot his cum but Jamie was determined to stretch out her pleasure as long as possible.
“Ohhhh, that’s wicked and cruel, Jamie…and so delicious-sounding.”
“And then,” Jamie added in a husky voice as he massaged her thighs above her stockings, “I’m going to tease that hungry cunt of yours, sliding my cock in and out. Leisurely at first. Then, when you can’t take any more, I’m going to drive my cock into you with all the force of a battering ram, fucking you hard and fast until you scream out your orgasm.”
“Holy shit…I never got that kind of satisfaction out of my vibrator,” she said in a voice that warmed him with its teasing humor. “Do it to me, Jamie. Oh please do it to me.”
Jamie’s senses filled with the scent of aroused female as he hovered over Lyla’s pussy. She was spread wide, affording him an approachable view and uninhibited access. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” he said, spreading her folds. After gliding his finger along the juicy slit, he sucked the taste of her from his hand.
“So that’s what an angel tastes like,” he said, licking his lips. “All sweet and wet and luscious.” Jamie brushed his face over her moist curls, groaning his pleasure as he breathed in her fragrance. Holding her open, he plunged his tongue inside her cunt, licking it with a long, calculated lap once he came up for air. That had her writhing beneath his mouth just as he’d intended. Locating her clitoris, he curled his tongue around the taut nub, making her gasp.
“Oh sweet Jesus that feels so good,” Lyla moaned, her hands caressing his head. “Don’t stop.”
When he sucked her clit into his mouth he felt her quake. She arched her hips, eager for release, but he refused to rush. When he lifted his head from her pussy she whimpered her dismay. The needy sound was music to his ears. He was a merciful man, hating to see her disappointment, so he plunged three fingers into her pussy, pumping in and out a few times before sliding out.
Holding his hand aloft, Jamie smiled. “See that? My hand is soaked with your cream, baby.” He wiggled his fingers. “That’s your arousal, your desire for me glistening on my fingers. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” He licked his fingers. “I love the taste of your sex.”
“Now, Jamie. Please. Fuck me now. You’re driving me insane.”
Lyla was panting now. He knew she was almost ready. God knew he certainly was. Slipping his hands beneath her, Jamie grabbed healthy handfuls of her squeezable ass, pressing his fingers into her cheeks as he kissed his way slowly up her body. “You can’t wait to feel me inside you again, can you, Lyla? Tell me. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg.”
“Yes…yes!” She reached up, clawing at his arms and chest. “I can’t wait to have that big beautiful black cock of yours rammed up my ravenous pussy, Jamie. Now give it to me, please, goddammit, before I fucking combust!”
That did it. Jamie found himself engulfed in an almost ruinous need to feel himself in the one place where he belonged. Snagging a strip of condoms from the box on her nightstand, he tore a packet open with his teeth and sat back on his heels to roll it on.
Hunching forward, he laced his fingers with Lyla’s. His gaze locked on hers, he sank his impatient cock deep inside her, struggling to last long enough to bring her to roaring pleasure. Gloved, with her pussy clenching him, Jamie felt completely embraced, completely content. Small shrieks and kitten-like mewlings pushed past Lyla’s lips with each slow thrust until he thought he’d lose his mind between the sweet, needy sound of her voice and the superb feel of her hot depths.
Sweat shimmered on his skin and hers. They were panting in unison, trembling. It was torture. It was heaven. Lyla wrapped her silky legs around his waist, rising to meet each thrust. At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, Jamie stilled.
“Too hard?” he asked, gasping, shuddering with the need to come.
“No…no…” She shook her head from side to side as she smiled up at him. “It’s just right. I’m just so happy, that’s all. You’ve made my wildest dreams come true, Jamie.”
A languorous moan escaped her lips and Jamie knew the time was right to bring his sweet Lyla soaring to meet her bliss. Reaching down, he pinched her clit, thrusting into her high and hard at the same time. A cry tearing from her throat, she raked her nails down his back and tightened her legs around him.
Jamie felt his balls tighten and a hot gush of relief blast from his cock. There never was such a beautiful sound in all the world as the music of his triumphant roar mingling with the rapturous scream spilling from Lyla’s lips as they climaxed one right after the other.
Resting her head against Jamie’s chest, Lyla breathed a deep sigh of utmost satisfaction. Everything in her world was perfect. Ideal. Wrapped in magic and tied with a big satiny bow of utmost satisfaction. “You are the supreme master of my universe, Jamie Donlon. I never thought any man could make me feel the way you have tonight, or could move me to tears when we made love.”
“There’s no way I can let you go,” Jamie said, hugging her close. “No way this can end tonight. You know that, don’t you, Lyla?”
Her heart soared. “I was so hoping you’d say that.”
“That means we’ll be in for some rocky times together.”
“Together,” she repeated. “That’s the keyword. I know it won’t be easy, Jamie, but I think I can face almost anything with you by my side.”
Jamie inched up against the pillows, resting his hand behind his head and staring straight ahead. She followed his gaze, silent for a few moments as she became lost in thought. Smoothing her fingers over his chest,
she stopped at his flat, dark nipples, pinching them lightly. Jamie’s hand came to rest over hers, stroking it.
“This is all happening so fast,” he said.
Her breath caught. “Having second thoughts?”
“No, not at all. I was just thinking about how right it feels. You and me, I mean. It’s all happened so fast and yet it seems as though we’ve been together a long time. As if we were destined to be a couple.” He laughed and glanced down at her. “Does that sound crazy, or just plain corny?”
“On the contrary,” she assured him, “those were pretty much my thoughts. I’m just glad you said it first.” Lyla grinned.
“Well then get ready for another first because I’m about to say something that you probably will think is crazy—because I sure as hell do.”
“Now that sounds intriguing. What’s that?” Lyla coaxed with a kiss on his jaw. “That you find me irresistible? Sexy? That you like the look of your black hands on my white ass?” She giggled.
Jamie sat up fully, drawing Lyla up with him. Grasping her arms and holding her far enough away so he could get a good look, he stared at her long and hard. “Yes, all of those things are true,” he said finally, his features etched with earnestness. “But the crazy thing…the thing that has me confounded, is that I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.”
Wild excitement clutched at Lyla’s heart and she gasped. She couldn’t believe her ears. “No…no!”
“See?” He sucked in a deep breath and shrugged. “I told you it was going to sound crazy. Just forget I said it, okay? That was stupid. I don’t expect you to return my feelings at this early stage.”
Shaking off Jamie’s hands, Lyla propelled herself on top of him so hard the bed rattled against the wall. “Jamie Donlon,” she announced as she sprinkled kisses all over his face, “I’ve been in love with you almost since the first day I set eyes on you.”
“Yeah?” He beamed a bright smile, looking almost shy.
“Yeah. I never believed all that stuff about love at first sight until it happened to me. But it did. And I fell hard. Hard enough to make you a necessary and crucial part of my week, Jamie, each and every Wednesday.”
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