by Selena Kitt
This felt so right. So perfect. It was easy, right this moment, when things were wonderful, to think I was making the mistake of a lifetime by letting Tevin walk out of my life. But I knew it wouldn’t always be all happy times and sunshiny days. We didn’t have any history yet. We hadn’t been tested.
But the thought of never seeing him again…oh God, what was I going to do?
Tevin cupped my chin and gently lifted. How I craved his touch, how I longed for the sound of his voice. If I let him go, how long would I regret it? A month? A year? A lifetime?
“You’re quiet,” he said, his eyes searching my face.
“I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“About you. About me. About us.”
He nodded but didn’t speak, clearly looking for me to explain.
“This is all happening so quickly. We had a bumpy start. And you know I have trouble trusting people.”
“Which means…you’re not coming with me, are you?”
“I don’t know. My head tells me that a trip to Mordova isn’t a big deal. I’m not actually committing myself to anything, but my heart says something very different. If I go to your homeland and meet your family, and things go well, I think it would be hard to say goodbye to you. Much harder.”
“Why don’t you take it one step at a time? Don’t worry about the what-ifs yet. Think of it as a trip to Europe. A vacation. Nothing more.”
I let his words sink in. I let them bounce around in my head for a few seconds. Yes, that did make sense. If only I could stop the what-ifs from echoing in there, complicating things, making me second guess everything.
“That’s your problem, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice soft and low. “You can’t stop thinking about what’s next.”
“No, I guess not.”
“If you can’t live in this moment, you lose it. You lose a lot of life by always looking ahead to what’s next.”
“But that’s what I’ve had to do. To…survive.”
“I get that. But you don’t need to survive anymore. You’re safe now. Here, let me help you.” He leaned closer and whispered, “Shut your eyes.”
“When I close my eyes, it gets worse,” I admitted with a chuckle.
“Trust me.”
Trust him.
Trust him?
Could I really? Could I trust anyone but myself? If I were brutally honest, I hadn’t allowed myself to trust anyone for a long time. Years. The closest I had come was with Sasha, and even with her I didn’t allow myself to be too vulnerable.
“I’ll try,” I said.
“Thank you.” He paused. “You’re thinking now, aren’t you?”
“Yes. About what you’re going to do next,” I admitted.
“Clear your mind. Focus on what you hear. What do you hear now?”
“You. Talking.”
“What else?” I listened, really concentrated. “The hum of the tires. The rumble of the engine.”
“Good. Now focus on what you smell.”
I inhaled deeply. A little pulse of heat spread through me. “You. Your cologne. I like it.”
“What else?”
I pulled in another deep breath. “The car. It smells new. Like leather and carpet shampoo.”
“Good. Now concentrate on what you feel.” A single touch ran down the side of my face, and little quivers of pleasure vibrated through my body. “Your finger. Touching me.”
“What else?” That finger ran down my neck.
“Shivers. Heat. Cold,” I murmured as tingles burned down my spine.
“What else?” A puff of warm, sweet air caressed my face.
“You. Your nearness. Your heat.” I squirmed a little as some of that heat seemed to swirl around deep inside of my body.
“Good.” His finger traveled lower, gliding down the cleft between my breasts. In response, my body heated even more, the muscles in my back tensing and my mind shutting down as I became keenly focused on where he was touching me. “Ah, now I see you’re responding. What do you feel?”
“Heat.”
“What else?” he asked.
“Tightness. Everywhere.”
“What else?”
“Need.” The word slipped from my lips.
“Need,” he echoed as he cupped my breast through my bra.
Yes, that was it. That was what I was aching for. My spine arched, pushing my burning breast into his hand. But it wasn’t enough. I needed his skin gliding over mine.
No clothes. Nothing between us.
I whimpered, wriggled then reached up, shoving my hands under his shirt. His abs were like a model’s. My fingertips dipped into the groves cutting across the plane of smooth-skinned muscle.
I wanted to see him.
Grabbing the bottom of his shirt I jerked it up and opened my eyes.
Oh, he was glorious. The sheen of his skin. The rippling and bulging of his muscles. The fire burning in his eyes.
Allowing my hands to wander over his scrumptious torso, I squirmed beneath him, an urgent heat thrumming between my legs. I couldn’t help squeezing my thighs together. But that only made it worse.
He eased my knit top up, uncovering my swiftly rising and falling chest to his feasting eyes. Oh God, I was going to combust. “What do you need, Daryl?”
“I need…” I let my hands glide down, over his pecs, down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. “You.” I traced the line of his pants fly with my index finger.
Tevin closed his eyes. I took that as a sign that he liked what I was doing and took the next step. I unzipped his pants and started to slip a hand inside to touch the cotton-covered lump beneath, but he stopped me. “Not yet.” His gaze wandered down my body. “You’re not ready yet.”
My spine arched as my body tensed. Not ready? I was a pulsing, aching bundle of need.
He pulled one of my bra cups down, exposing my breast, and my heart rate kicked into double speed. What would he do next? Would he pull my nipple into his warm mouth and suckle it until I begged for mercy? Or would he pinch it between his fingers and thumb and send little blades of pleasure pain piercing through my whole body? “Look at me,” he whispered.
I met his gaze, and he smiled.
“Undress for me. I want to see you.” Moving to the seat facing me, he reclined, arms draped over the back of the seat. His dark eyes meandered over my form as he waited for me to obey his command. The tilt of his lips made my heart thump heavily against my breastbone.
I started with my shirt, finishing what he had started when he’d pushed it up under my chin. I dropped it on his thighs when I stripped it off. Then I removed my skirt. But I didn’t do it quickly. No, I did it slowly, and I did a little shimmy-swivel move with my curvy hips as I pushed it over them.
I felt so incredibly sexy. Not only did I have the undivided attention of a man who made my whole body burn, but hidden beneath that skirt was the sexiest pair of underpants I owned. They were black and lacy and they barely covered my bottom.
By the time my skirt had slid to my ankles, Tevin’s face was the shade of a ripe tomato. “Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at me.
I sat beside him.
“Closer.” He reached for me, and I swung one leg over his thighs, kneeling on the seat.
“Better.” He ran his hands down my hips and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good. Like woman and need, fresh and musky.” As those hands traveled lower, his fingertips snagged the top of my panties. His tongue darted out, moistening his lower lip. Without thinking about it, I mimicked him, tasting his kiss still lingering on my mouth. “Tell me, what should I do now?”
He wanted me to actually tell him?
“Whatever you want to,” I said.
“Hmmm. I like that answer.” He tugged my panties down a little, baring the swell of my hips and the tops of my buttocks. “I like that a lot.” His gaze focused on the garment being pulled taut, thanks to my position. “Anything I want to?”
“Anything.”
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br /> Moving quickly, suddenly, he ripped one side of my panties and the torn bit of lace slid down my leg to my bent knee. When what he’d done finally sank in, I was a little upset. Those weren’t Wal-Mart specials I had been wearing. I had paid a decent amount for those panties. But then a shimmer of heat swept through my body. What he’d done had been so unexpected and sexy my irritation was rapidly replaced by something far more potent.
Thrill.
My chest rose and fell swiftly as my breathing sped up. And coils of heat swirled through my center, gathering in the sensitive tissues pulsing between my legs.
This man had barely touched me and already I was shaking, hot, growing more desperate with every moment that passed.
“That’s better,” he said, admiring the view my position provided him. He was, without apology, staring at the damp tissues between my legs. Staring hungrily. Eyes flashing with dark male need. “But the bra needs to go too.” His lips curled into a naughty semi-smile. “Would you like to do the honors or shall I?”
In response, I reached around and unfastened the hooks but left the straps on my shoulders. “You, please.” To allow him to reach, I bent forward, bracing my hands against the seat’s back.
He appeared to like my answer. Sitting more upright, he slid the straps over my shoulders and my breasts fell out of the cups, nipples exposed and well within reach of his mouth.
Not waiting for an invitation, he flicked his tongue over one, and it hardened into a tight little peak of tingling pink flesh. “Your nipples are so sweet. So perfect.” Little jolts of need pulsed through my chest as he flicked his tongue again, electrifying every tiny nerve in me.
I was burning up. It was as if there was a circuit connecting that tiny little bit of flesh to the apex of my thighs. And every miniscule touch to it sent a blast of pleasure to my center. I clenched my inner muscles, wishing to be filled, eager to feel him inside me, stretching me, stroking away the pounding need. When he pulled hard on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, I whimpered, arms softening, legs shaking.
I had never been good at staying upright when I masturbated. I became too dizzy, my limbs to tense and head too lost to pay attention to where I was and what I was doing. This problem was amplified now. Strangely, my senses were hyper-sensitive, and yet my focus was narrowed. I smelled so many things. And heard. And tasted. And felt, too. Glorious, wonderful things. And yet, all I cared about was getting more, being touched down there, where the burning was the worst.
Tevin moved his attention to my other nipple, and I couldn’t help crying out. I was in agony and ecstasy, both. I wanted him to stop, and yet I needed him to keep going. My insides craved his intimate touch.
More. I needed so much more.
“I believe you are almost ready. Almost,” he said as he licked and nipped down the center of my stomach. The muscles beneath my skin clenched as his teasing, tickling little nibbles gave rise to a full coat of goose bumps. “Do you still wish me to do anything I want?”
“Yessss,” I said on a groan as his fingertips stroked my mound. “Please.” I pivoted on one of my knees, turning so I was sprawled on the seat next to him, my legs open. He licked and kissed around to the inside of my thigh and another moan vibrated in my chest.
This was torture.
One of his hands finally made its way to my burning center. His fingertip pushed between my slick lips. “You’re wet for me. So wet.”
“Yes.”
Adding a second finger, he eased them both deep inside and I quaked.
“So responsive. I can’t wait until I’m deep inside you again.”
I couldn’t wait either. I couldn’t wait another second. Not one.
“Please,” I murmured.
“Please what, princess?” he asked, his tone teasing as his fingers retreated. “Please this?” He shoved his fingers inside again and I almost fainted from the pleasure. My inner walls squeezed tight, clasping his fingers and amplifying the sensation.
“Please. Please. Now,” I begged.
“You ask so pretty.” Continuing to thrust his fingers in and out, he found my clit with his other index finger and started drawing slow circles over it. Round and round. In and out. With each circle, each thrust, my body burned hotter, my need more urgent, and my heart pounded harder until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
And then a blast detonated in my center.
My release blazed through my body like an atomic explosion, radiating out to my limbs, the soles of my feet, and the top of my head. I heard myself scream, felt my body convulse, my tissues spasm around his fingers. My juices coated them as they plunged deep inside.
“Damn, that was beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to my mound. “Now, you’re ready.”
My insides quivered at the thought that his large member would soon be stroking in and out of me.
He jerked his head down, indicating his groin with his eyes. “Should I allow you the pleasure?”
My mouth filled with saliva as my gaze meandered down his stomach to the big, prominent bulge hiding under his pants. All too eagerly, I pushed his pants down over his hips. His snug boxer briefs were still in the way. I eased the waistband down, and his thick erection sprang free. Hard. Long. And ohmygod thicker than I remembered.
A little shiver of anxiety quaked through me as I remembered how he had stretched me the first time, but a wave of erotic heat followed in its wake. Soon, very soon I would be full, his weight resting on top of me, that glorious rod pumping in and out, stroking away the burning between my legs. I fisted his rod, my fingertips not quite meeting the tip of my thumb as my fingers circled him. I lifted my eyes to his face as I gave him a slow stroke. Within an instant his eyes became heavy lidded and full of dark male hunger. That darkness awakened something in me, and I suddenly wanted to make him lose control, to want me so desperately he couldn’t bear to wait one more second.
Would he just throw me down and drive his thick, hard rod into me?
“You are so sweet,” he murmured as he pushed me down and climbed on top of me. “My sweet princess.” The tip of his erection eased between my damp tissues, and I quivered with anticipation. I smoothed my hands up his arms, feeling the rippling, hard muscles clench beneath the hot, silky skin as he lowered his chest and head, leaning in to kiss me. As our mouths met, his rod drove into me, filling me in one sure, swift stroke. A moan of pleasure swept up my throat and slipped from my lips, echoing in our joined mouths.
This was pleasure like I’d never known. The pleasure of a man’s his complete possession. A good man. A trustworthy man. I couldn’t help surrendering to him. I was his. All his. For as long as he wanted.
Our bodies worked together, male and female, hard and soft. We writhed and stroked and kissed each other. We touched and cried and held each other. We trembled. We explored. We whispered words that neither would probably have the courage to say if we weren’t so swept up in the moment. When Tevin said, loudly, “You are mine, Daryl. Mine,” I couldn’t hold out any longer. As the first wave of my powerful climax rolled over me, I cried out, my shout muffled as Tevin slammed his mouth over mine to swallow my screams of release. My body convulsed, sending wave upon wave of hot, liquid pleasure racing through my center. My inner muscles clenched his invading member, the sensation amplifying the bliss so much that I couldn’t breathe.
I knew when he climaxed. I felt him expanding inside of me, his thickness increasing. His strokes became rough, his touch hard. The way he possessed me sent me tumbling into another climax. I quaked and cried and clung to him until every last muscle had softened. His weight pressed into me as he relaxed too, and we lay in the car, holding each other.
Wow.
“I meant what I said,” he muttered between heavy breaths. He cupped my cheek and brushed his mouth over mine. “You have to be mine, Daryl. I won’t take no for an answer.”
My heart jerked in my chest. To have a man say it like that, as if his life depended upon my answer.
“What can I say to make you agree to come with me? What can I do?” His eyes glittered with a wicked gleam. “Perhaps I should hold you hostage? Maybe I should just kidnap you and take you to Mordova as my prisoner.” I had no doubt I would enjoy every minute of his kidnapping if it was anything like this.
But…but I was still scared. Sex was one thing. Sex was fun. Sex was a lot of fun. But sex was only one part of a relationship. There were other, more important, aspects of a relationship. Trust. Communication. Commitment. We hadn’t spent enough time together for those to be tested yet.
If I gave up everything to follow him, what would happen to me if things didn’t work out?
What if things went well for three months, six months, a year and then fell apart? What then? I wouldn’t have a job to fall back on. I would be living in a foreign land.
I would be completely, totally dependent upon Tevin and his family. Oh God.
Tevin’s thumb stroked my jaw and his eyes searched mine. “Daryl, what are you feeling?”
“Scared.”
“Scared of what? What are you afraid of?”
“Of…taking a chance and…”
“And what?”
“And being let down again. I’m scared, Tevin. The day my parents were yanked away from me, I learned a hard lesson. I learned it’s dangerous to believe someone will always be there for me. I learned I can only count on one person in my life. That person is me. If I go to some foreign country where I don’t belong, how would I take care of myself? How?”
“You won’t have to,” he stated.
“But I might. You can’t promise me anything. You can’t tell me I’ll be safe for the rest of my life. You can’t tell me you won’t change your mind, or meet someone else you like better, or decide we don’t work, because you don’t know me that well yet.”