Strip

by Adrianna Dane

  Another button released and a thick finger blazed a line of fire down to the valley between her breasts. She felt her nipples screw tightly in anticipation of the touch. It felt like her body was meant to be caressed by this man. As though she had waited an eternity for just this moment. It was strange and yet not. She knew him, she trusted him, even if she had only just met him.

  Somehow, some way, they had known each other before and it no longer mattered how, or why, or when. Now was what was important. And her body bloomed with that knowledge.

  She yielded to him. He guided her to her knees in front of him. She opened her eyes and stared into dark green orbs that seemed to see into her soul. His lips claimed hers even as another button on her blouse was released. His tongue buried between her lips, tasted her, learned her. She sucked it deep inside, eager to discover more of him in return.

  The blouse was eased off her shoulder. She was surprised when it was somehow entangled around her hands. And then she realized he’d tied it there, entrapping her arms. The front opening of her bra was released and even as the straps were sliding down her arms, he was pressing her backward and his mouth was on her naked breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

  A myriad of different sensations washed through her. His hands were warm on her midriff, sliding over her skin, pushing at the silky half-slip, pulling it free of her legs and tossing it across the room.

  Should she be frightened, bound and at his mercy? Maybe she should be but she wasn’t. Broad fingertips brushed along the outside of her thigh.

  “So silky,” he murmured just before he sucked her other sensitive nipple into his mouth. She arched upward, unable to stop herself. He released the glistening nipple and tracked a path down her ribs, sucking at her skin until he reached her mons. Gently he blew across her mound, tracking his tongue through the light dusting of pale curls.

  Cream dripped from her pussy, slick and ready to feel him inside her. He spread her damp thighs and moved between them. His tongue flicked at her moist outer lips. Using his thumbs he spread her labia, exposing the sensitive pink inner core for his delectation.

  “So damn pretty.” She barely heard his words before his tongue sank into her vagina, and she gasped sharply at the exquisite sensation. He teased and played, his tongue thrusting again and again. Just as she was about to come, he would retreat, driving her right to the edge and holding her there.

  “Don’t stop,” she cried out as she arched toward him. She was so afraid he was going to leave her there, poised with no opportunity to leap off the cliff. He seemed to know her so well, knew exactly how far to take her. He understood her body, her most sensitive and secret bits. His tongue swept over her clit, circling and driving her crazy. He sucked it into his mouth, teased lightly with his tongue and his teeth. Released it and swept agonizingly along her cleft.

  Her body burned, needing release. How easily she had surrendered herself to him. Like clay he molded her, positioned her, brought her time and time again to the point of climax, but allowed no release.

  “Please,” she begged him again and again. And still his mouth and hands and lips learned every peak and valley of her body. Her inner vulnerability, he tasted her cream, lapped at her juices again and again as they dripped from her cunt.

  She couldn’t touch him and that drove her just as crazy as not being allowed to climax. Suddenly, she felt something cold and wet pouring over her pussy and she realized he’d snagged one of the wine glasses and was drizzling wine onto her already overheated wet lips. He allowed it to trickle along her thighs and down across her knees

  She heard the thud of the glass as it landed on the carpet and then his mouth was at her knee, his tongue circling over the cap, sucking at the liquid. Bit by bit he moved upward and before long his mouth was again fastened to her pussy.

  “You’re sure you want more?” He moved upward, his hot breath brushed against her belly, followed by his tongue dipping into her navel.

  “God, yes. Please. I can’t stand much more.”

  “Oh, I think you can withstand quite a bit, Kate. This is just a sample of the afternoon ahead of us.”

  And then his fingers were at her pussy, his thumb sliding through her juices, dipping into her opening, teasing at her entrance. She gasped as another digit pressed inside her, thrusting in and out, driving her higher. Much longer and she knew she was going to burst into flame as she begged for release. How did he know just how to touch her, to bring her to the peak again and again? And to know exactly when to pull back and keep her hovering there, begging for more.

  His mouth sucked at her clit as two of his fingers drove inside her and then she was up and over the edge, falling free flight, flying higher than she ever had before as everything exploded around her. She screamed and bucked against him. He refused to let her go, pushing her, keeping her from falling.

  And then the world was tilting again as he lifted her up from the floor onto her knees pushing her face forward toward the couch, bending her across it, still leaving her hands tied. He fluttered kissed along her spine, spread her legs wider, repositioned her arms, and nipped at her ass. She jumped at the stinging sensation. And then she felt something she’d never felt before as one of his fingers circled her anus.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped at the odd sensation. No one had ever touched her there.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “But—” The words were lost as a wet fingertip dipped into her hole.

  “God, you’re tight, honey. You’ve never been fucked here before, have you?”

  She reared up, but he pressed her forward onto the cushion. “No. And I don’t think today should be the first time.”

  “What better time than now? We have the whole afternoon. Slow and sweet. Let me show you how good it can be, Kate. With me.”

  She should say no. But again, she couldn’t seem to find the words. What was she thinking? And then his wet digit slid in just a bit farther. Yes, it felt strange—strangely exciting and erotic.

  “Breathe, Kate. Think of me fucking you there. Can you see me pressing into your sweet, tight hole, nice and slow? No one should make love to you fast, Kate. Not the first time. You’re like fine wine, meant to be savored and enjoyed. Making love to you is pleasure, purely pleasure. And I want to get to know every soft bit of you. Tell me you want that, too. Trust me, Kate.”

  Trust him? My God, he had her bent over a couch, her hands bound, and he was dipping into her body as no man had ever done.

  “I do, Logan, I do.” With those words she surrendered her body to him.

  “Stay where you are, Kate. I have to get something from the other room. Don’t move.” His finger receded from inside her and in that moment she felt abandoned as his warm body moved away from her. She tried to see behind her, but couldn’t quite make out the door to the bedroom portion of the suite. She heard it open and then a minute later close. She stayed because she wanted to, it was nothing more than that. She wanted him badly. And he was right, they had all afternoon to learn about each other. And she planned to know him just as thoroughly as he was getting to know her.

  She felt him behind her. And then she felt something wet at her small, dark opening.

  “Lubricant. I want to make this good for you. Just tell me if I’m hurting you and I’ll stop. I promise. Do you believe me?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I believe you.”

  “Good girl.” His hands smoothed over the globes of her ass, separating the cheeks. And then she jumped when she felt his tongue licking over the surface of one rounded cheek. “Relax, sweetie, I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t forget to breathe.”

  “I won’t.” But she was finding it difficult to breathe. All her concentration was focused on the finger penetrating her anus. Slipping in and out, shallow and then deeper and deeper. The moan of pleasure escaped her lips before she even knew it had formed.

  He added a second finger, widening her, preparing her to take his cock. She
found herself pushing back against him, mimicking the rhythm of his movements. It seemed to go on forever as he readied her to take him, again and again until she was panting with desire.

  “Now, Logan. Do it now.” He removed his fingers, and again she felt that vague sense of emptiness.

  She heard the crackle of a package. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw him sheathing a very impressive prick with the condom.

  “Are you sure you’ll fit?”

  He looked at her and grinned. He leaned forward and kissed her. Again, her thoughts turned to mush, her limbs to jelly.

  “It’ll fit,” he said as he moved in behind her.

  She felt the broad tip at her opening and some dark corner of her mind welcomed the invasion that was about to occur. The exoticness of anal sex had her stomach fluttering with excited anticipation. It was something she’d never even thought to attempt with any of her previous lovers.

  Logan’s hands were on her hips, his cock slowly pressing inside her until the head had passed her anal ring and was seated inside. She held her breath, waiting to feel the pain.

  “Breathe, Kate.”

  Oh, yeah. She forgot. She tried to focus on taking oxygen into her lungs, but it wasn’t that easy. She felt decadent and wanton. And she wanted more.

  “Relax, baby. Go with the sensations. I’m going to take it slow.”

  She felt the pressure, but there really wasn’t pain. She was surprised. It was hot and tight, and so different. There was friction and the feeling of being stretched and filled. In a place that usually didn’t happen. In an orifice that was meant more for egress than ingress. But it felt right. It was right with this man who was taking her beyond sensual boundaries she had never ventured to before.

  Maybe it was right because they were strangers. It allowed her to be herself without facades between them. No before, no after. Just now, able to immerse in sensuality without real limits.

  She felt him ease another inch inside her narrow channel, felt herself expand to take him. One of his hands rested on her hip, steadying her, holding her fast. Slowly he pulled out and then thrust inward again. She took an inch more and shuddered with the sensation of hot friction burrowing inside her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, halting his movements.

  How many of her past lovers would have been as considerate? None, at her best guess. A considerate lover. Where had he been all her life?

  “More,” was her answer as she tried to thrust back.

  The grip of his hand on her hip tightened. “Not too fast. I want it to be good for you.”

  “It is good. It’s better than good. More, Logan. Please.”

  And more is what he gave her, deeper and deeper. Thrust and retreat, again and again. And then one last time, and she felt him as deep as she thought she would ever feel anyone. As intimate as two people could be. Locked together almost as one body. She felt him all the way to her soul. Filled to capacity. An ache, a twinge of sensation at being so filled. The sweet ache after a bout of challenging physical exercise, but much more satisfying.

  “Oh, God, Logan. I didn’t know it would feel like this.” Her labia felt engorged, her clit thick and pulsing. Every intimate part of her felt the depth of his penetration in a different way than she ever had before.

  One of his hands slid over her hip to stroke her pussy and she thought she was going to break apart.

  “Logan!”

  He pulled out and pressed in. His thumb circled over her swollen bud.

  He pulled out again and thrust deep. Faster and faster, in long, powerful strokes as his fingers worked her clit. She began to push against him and this time he didn’t stop her. She felt the heat rise, spreading throughout her body. Burning her up.

  Suddenly she trembled and slipped over the edge, crying out as she jerked back. Logan buried deep, grabbed onto her and she felt him shudder as he climaxed. Had anything ever felt as erotically decadent as this man coming inside her ass? She sighed and then dropped forward onto the cushion.

  She couldn’t imagine what they would do for the rest of the afternoon, but she had a feeling Logan would have some ideas.

  Chapter Five

  Logan couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into. He was in so fucking deep. An afternoon of passion had turned into two days without leaving his suite. Two of the most blissful days he’d ever experienced in his life. It almost felt like he was cleansed of his past as he bathed himself in the essence of Kate Malone. Neither of them had spoken of things outside this room. It had become a haven made for them alone.

  They talked of books and movies. Of favorite foods and favorite restaurants. They didn’t speak of family or friends. Of work or pasts.

  He didn’t feel like moving out of this bed. Could it be real? Was Kate real? There didn’t seem to be a bit of subterfuge built into her make-up. If she felt something, it was there for everyone to see and to experience.

  He could still taste her passion. He lay on his stomach, looking out the window, wondering what came next. Could he let her walk out that door? And out of his life? He didn’t think so. He had to be with her. She was the one person out of the whole crazy mess he called a life that—for at least a few days—had grounded him. Made him want to be a better person. Reminded him he was human. He was no longer just existing. What scared him was that she made him feel.

  In Nell’s organization, he’d been a part of something, and he knew that’s why he’d stayed for so long. The power and control he’d experienced with the Dubrowski crew wasn’t real. The real power belonged to Nell. And she used sex to control the men that surrounded her.

  But with Kate, it wasn’t just sex. It went deeper. It went past bone-deep. He’d experienced things he’d never known before with another person. Feelings he didn’t even realize he’d possessed. And that put the fear of God in him.

  Soft hands smoothed over his bare ass, up the curve of his back. Lips pressed against his shoulder and worked their way downward. His cock surged, although he didn’t know how it could after the hours he’d spent buried inside Kate’s sweet, tight body. He’d never been with a woman as willing to experiment as the one in his bed right now.

  Her mouth reached the small of his back, then trailed across his ass. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to put it off much longer. He needed to know what came next with her. Could she just turn her back on what they’d shared over the past two days? He knew he couldn’t let her go. But how did he tell her who he really was without losing her?

  He stiffened when he felt the lube at his anus and a narrow finger dipping inside. No one had touched him like that since—

  “Have you been fucked here, Logan? You’re very tight.”

  He didn’t want to think about that time in his life. He didn’t want to remember, not now, not yet. She added a second finger to the first and what he remembered were the sensations—he blocked out the men who had elicited his responses. He blocked out the triumphant look in Nell’s eyes as she’d watched him succumb.

  “Yes, I have.” When Kate’s fingers slipped from inside him, he turned onto his back to look at her. He needed her to drown out his memories. “Does that turn you off?”

  “You mean that you’ve been with a man? No, I think it turns me on. Did it turn you on at the time?”

  He stared into her eyes, trying to decipher what she might be thinking. He didn’t see disgust, and with Kate, he knew she wasn’t hiding anything. That’s not how she was made. And he loved that about her.

  He forced himself to remember. There were so many times when he’d been half drugged out, he couldn’t be certain what was real and what wasn’t. But he did remember sensations of lust that had deluged him, and right now he couldn’t lie to Kate. Not about this.

  “At the time, I enjoyed it.” He reached for her and pulled her on top of him.

  She leaned her head against his shoulder, rubbing her body against his. God, she turned him on. “I liked it, too. Even though I wasn’t certain that
I would. I liked it with you.”

  He pulled her up and kissed her. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She broke the kiss and looked down at him, her expression serious.

  “Where do we go from here, Logan? Do I just walk out that door and we never see each other again?”

  He rolled, and then she was beneath him in a rumpled bed that hadn’t been made in days. “What do you want, Kate? You set the ground rules. I don’t want to let you just walk out that door, but if that’s what you want, I guess I’ll have to.” He grinned down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “For now.”

  She tilted her head. “So, you’d come after me?”

  “I think I have to. I can’t lose you now that I’ve found you.”

  “Really?”

  “If I had my choice I’d keep you locked up in here with me forever.” He brushed back a lock of her hair. “You’ll never get hurt again.”

  “Are you saying you won’t hurt me?”

  He wished he could promise that, but he wasn’t certain it would be true. If she found out about Nell, he knew he might lose her and there would be pain for them both. He was going to have to find a way.

  “I would never intentionally hurt you, sweetheart.” At least that much was true.

  “I still don’t know anything about you.”

  “The joys in discovery.”

  “But this is a hotel. Where do you live?”

  He grinned. “Not as far away as you might think. My apartment is being redecorated. This is temporary. But I live right here in the city.”

  Her gaze sparkled as she smiled up at him. “Right here? You mean there won’t be any commuting and trying to organize schedules in order to see each other?”

  “That’s right. Though I don’t know about the organizing schedules. My work can take me out of town a lot.” He leaned down to kiss her. “But I definitely will make the time to get to know you a whole lot better.”