He surprised her by turning her around and stepping close enough that she could feel the heat coming off of him. Not knowing what to expect next, she was surprised when he simply removed the tie that held her long hair in a loose, heavy plait hanging halfway down her back. Then, oh so slowly, with his heat and desire making her skin prickle from frustrated awareness, he unbound the long braid until finally using his fingers to comb through her masses of hair, massaging her scalp before gathering handfuls of hair to flow over a shoulder, exposing her back and neck.
He moved even closer then, and she was instantly aware that, somewhere in the delicious haze of sensory awareness they’d just shared, he had managed to remove his jeans. His hands were gripping the tops of her arms, and his chest seemed just an inch away from her back. It was the heat from his body and the firm, pulsing erection bulging from the front of his cotton shorts which pressed against her silk-clad bottom that wiped all coherent thought from her brain. The man was sex on two legs, and as he held her close, but not close enough, Shannon had whimpered quietly with an intense longing the likes of which she’d never experienced before.
She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved in closer, letting his chest cover her entire back, allowing her to feel for the first time how soft the hair on his torso was, bringing a shiver of awareness snaking along her nervous system and shaking her even further.
Her back pressed firmly against the length of his front, Shannon tried to keep breathing, but the reflexive action was short-circuited by his electric presence. She didn’t think anything could be more erotic than the two of them standing there half-dressed and barely touching. She found it hard to remain upright when large, warm hands moved from her arms to slide open-fingered along her sides, from her waist up to where his thumbs then rested just shy of the underside of her breasts. Her breasts felt full and heavy, sensitive nipples extended and craving, aching for his touch.
Not being able to help herself, Shannon had arched her back slightly in offering, making her derrière move against his throbbing erection. Nick, who had his mouth hovering just above the super-sensitive spot where her shoulder joined her neck, let loose with a deep groan that ripped through Shannon’s shattering senses a mere second before his lips finally opened to press against her skin.
That was the moment from which there was no going back, for with his mouth working magic on her neck, bringing low moans of crazy, no-holds-barred desire from somewhere deep in her melting core, he finally closed the distance between his searching fingers and her quivering breasts. At five-foot-eight she wasn’t short, but next to his massive frame she felt so deliciously small. When it came to her breasts, she had the curves of a full-bodied goddess. She wanted to scream when his huge hands cupped them, fondled their round, plump shape, running his fingers delicately over her straining nipples.
It didn’t take much of this for the whole thing to turn in to a seething, grinding explosion of uncontrolled sexual hunger. His once-gentle kisses on her neck had turned to a battering of her senses with deep suckling that she knew would leave marks, causing her legs to grow weak and shaky as she attempted to remain standing. With one huge hand seductively massaging and squeezing a handful of breast, his other hand moved in a straight line firmly down her chest, pressing her forcefully against him as they continued to stand there grinding and shaking against each other’s body.
When his hand came to the top of her panties, he spread his fingers wide, holding her firmly while he quite literally bit her neck in a message of pure male dominance before purposefully thrusting his hips against her quaking bottom so she got the full measure of what he intended.
Her excitement level had catapulted off any reasonable scale, and she was pretty sure that the surging response he was bringing forth from her untried body was causing a flood of heated moisture to drench her panties as she shook and trembled in his arms.
“Nick,” she groaned over and over in a plea for what, she didn’t actually know, but which needed to be said so he understood without doubt what he was doing to her. His touch was setting her on fire, and if he didn’t stop kissing and biting her neck, she was going to climax as she stood there, so close was she to completely losing control.
Nick must have sensed her desperation, for he drew back slowly, and with trembling hands that brought her a good deal of feminine delight, he gently spun her around so they were facing each other. She gasped at the sight of his hooded eyes, blazing with undisguised desire for her, and lips that still pulsed from having so thoroughly devoured her neck and shoulder. He wanted her, and though this was a given, Shannon had thrilled at the sight of his longing. They were meant to be together. Of this she was entirely certain.
Nick pushed her back till her legs hit the side of the tall bed before dropping down in front of her as a supplicant on bended knee, leaning in to breathe deeply of her obvious excitement in a way that was so carnal and intense it made her legs all but buckle.
With a sort of reverence, he sat back on his haunches and very slowly peeled her silk panties away from her body, pulling them down in a decadent stripping that laid her truly bare at last to his eyes. Something made her cover her mons as a wave of shyness made its way through the haze of sexual awareness that was enveloping them.
He looked up at her, eyes no longer hooded but blazing with appreciation and heated intent as he removed her protective hands, and then with a deliberation that emptied her brain, placed both his hands on her bottom and tugged her toward his face so he could plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss just where the soft blonde curls covering her femininity began. Before he pulled his mouth away, he licked her skin, causing Shannon to lose all control of her abilities right then and there.
As she helplessly sank to his waiting arms, Nick stood and plucked her up before swinging her over the sumptuous bed and arranging her just so for his complete delectation and possession. She’d been helpless to do naught but lie there and let him take whatever he wanted from her.
Before joining her in the big bed, Nick locked his eyes on her face and deliberately tormented her with a mind-boggling striptease that saw him reaching into his shorts as he pulled the soft cotton from his body, hauling out a fierce-looking erection, his sex massive and alive, making Shannon’s grasp on coherence flee at the sight of him.
He stood proudly before her, naked and open to her admiring gaze. Once he was certain he had her full attention, he used his massive hands to very slowly and deliberately stroke himself from root to tip.
It all went up in flames from there. At the sight of his pulsing manhood straining in her direction as though it wanted, needed, nothing more than to sink into her hot, wet depths, she had flung open her arms in invitation and Nick had leapt at her like a man being swept away by forces over which he suddenly had no control.
They’d kissed and touched, a searing exploration that found them rolling around the huge bed, limbs tangled, moans of delight and frustration hanging in the still night air.
When at last his hands had found their way to the nest of golden curls at her core, he had parted her trembling femininity with sure fingers and found the molten evidence of her desire as a single finger penetrated with aching perfection, causing him to let loose with a rumbling groan of male satisfaction as he continued to stroke deep before stopping to rub and caress the now-throbbing nub of her desire.
It was all too much and yet not enough. Shannon was approaching a complete meltdown, and pleas for him to stop were all she could muster.
“No more, Nick. I can’t, I can’t …” she cried as he continued to finger her with unerring precision, making her hips shake uncontrollably as she bucked again and again against his hand.
He’d been eagerly suckling at her breasts, drawing each plump globe deeply into his mouth in between licking and nipping at her engorged, dusty pink nipples. She was helpless in a raging storm of pure desire as she writhed under him on the bed crying out for his possession.
“Come for me, little one,” he
groaned close to her ear now. “Come for me. I want to see you fall apart in my arms.” His naughty, questing fingers plunged purposefully into her wetness while his thumb circled her swollen clitoris causing Shannon to shudder and gasp in response.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured as she whimpered in desperation. “Come on, baby, let go,” he demanded as he plunged a second finger into her seething wetness. Her back arched off the bed as a million stars burst in her brain, her body shuddering and quaking through a bone-melting orgasm that racked her mind and her senses over and over in waves of carnal delight while she moaned and writhed in abandon as he watched her shatter into a thousand pieces.
When the waves of pleasure backed off, she saw through half-open eyes as he removed his hand from her slick depths and lifted his fingers to his mouth where he licked them clean. His look of pure triumph at her complete surrender made her quiver some more. When he lowered his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss, she found her taste on his lips to be an unexpected aphrodisiac.
Not being able to wait any longer, he had come over her, nudging Shannon’s helpless legs wide apart with his sturdy thighs, baring her to his voracious gaze.
It was moments like this that were tattooed on her brain, drenched in sexual intensity, so profoundly intimate and unguarded that she could never, ever consider opening herself up like that ever again. This is why she’d never entertained being with another man. It was this moment and the ones that quickly followed that had transformed her life forever and left her with an empty future of solitude and loneliness after he had taken his leave of her.
She’d lost it, as he looked at her half-sated body, open and inviting before him. Even though she’d just experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, she needed something more. Immediately. Her body was shaking, growing in wild abandon as she undulated before him, hypnotizing his male senses with the powerful demands of her unfettered response. She was demanding his possession in the only way her untried body knew how.
He’d taken her then with a single, mighty thrust, pulling her under him and tipping her pelvis at just the perfect angle to accept the full measure of him for a perfect joining that found him buried, balls-deep, in the hot, wet channel that he had created with his talented hands and relentless fingers.
It was a transcendent moment, the pain of her virginal body quickly morphing into a blazing passion that took her breath away. The sensation of his tumescent girth as it plunged into her made Shannon shiver in remembrance.
She had marveled at the newfound feeling of him inside her, pulsing and throbbing, as he held so still, giving her time to adjust to his presence. The sensation of his weight pressing her down into the soft mattress and the way her hips cradled his in perfect union caused a flood of superheated desire to drench them both, bringing an animalistic, unbridled response from the hard-bodied man she clung to.
Lifting her legs higher, she crossed her ankles around his waist and rolled her hips in helpless, wanton abandon to increase the sensation of fullness his presence deep inside created. She had been on fire, and looking back now, a much older and somewhat wiser Shannon was reminded how utterly trusting and completely open to him she had been. Nothing could have stopped what happened between them, she sighed. In her secret heart of hearts she believed then as she apparently still did today that she was put on this earth for just that moment. That moment when Nick had possessed her body, mind, heart, and soul. She was his, only his, and he had been hers. Or had he?
It was always this that brought her up short. How could he not have been as overcome as she had been? How had she gotten it all so wrong? Even now she couldn’t wrap her mind around his later betrayal, not when all the memories and sensations of the first time they’d been lovers came screaming down through her memory.
He’d taken her with a lack of finesse that thrilled her. Whatever childishly romantic rubbish she may have entertained about a gentle lover taking her virginity was swept way in the reality of his thundering possession of her body.
Powerful and unrestrained, he had set a thundering rhythm that she met and matched with deep, plunging thrusts interspersed with shallow pulses that drove her wild. And then there were the slow, grinding movements of his manhood buried deep inside when he hesitated after a lunging down stroke, circling his hips in wild abandon against hers in a way that demanded total command of her body.
It had gone on like that for a long time, he controlling the pace, sweeping them both along in pursuit of a completion that she could only imagine, backing off when they got too close to the edge, enduring her pathetic cries pleading for him to finish it before she melted into a useless puddle of desire.
He’d almost laughed at her demands, using his powerful body to bring her to the brink again and again until at long last she had gripped his glorious ass in her delicate but decidedly forceful hands, holding him just so, as she writhed and bucked against him, taking what she wanted, what she needed.
That was when his formidable control had snapped and they were flung into a pounding, heart-racing crescendo that she was sure would consume them both. Hammering away, he thrust deeply over and over until Shannon erupted in a series of long, shuddering cries as her release suddenly detonated, causing Nick to follow in total abandon, exploding inside her, throbbing and pulsing his way to an orgasm that, when finally over, left them both utterly spent.
Shaken by the overwhelming experience, Shannon had drifted into semi-consciousness in the aftermath as Nick had shifted their positions to something that didn’t involve his massive and now-spent form crushing her as she lay under him.
When she’d returned to her senses, she was aware of him lifting her from the bed and carrying her into the enormous wet room where he had filled the tub with warm water and arranged lit candles all around the tile riser.
Sinking with her still in his arms under the deep warm water, she’d known a sense of contentment and total serenity that she hadn’t suspected she was capable of feeling. He’d refused to let her do anything and even pinned her hair up so it didn’t become a sodden mess. He’d gently washed her entire body and had been as gentle and solicitous then as he had been powerful and demanding before.
Their sweet after play in that glorious tub had been another memory she’d kept hidden in the dark shadows of her mind for many, many years.
There had been plenty of other times over the next days when they had made love in the wet room. Under the shower, for instance, when he’d bent her over, hands resting on the shower bench, and taken her from behind in a raucous coupling that gave hot and steamy in the shower an entirely new and deliciously naughty meaning. Or half-in and half-out of the enormous tile bath when she’d been so over the edge of sanity that she hadn’t been able to wait until they made it to the bedroom before she climbed him like a trellis, impaling her shaking body on his, taking him on the ride of a lifetime.
They’d made love in every room of that delightful mountain-side bungalow, including the kitchen when he’d undressed her bit by bit one evening as she made them a sumptuous lovers’ feast until all she’d been wearing was a very prim white apron and nothing else but an amused and very turned-on smile. He’d replaced that smile with cries of pleasure after he’d lifted her up onto the rustic wooden table and placed her long, supple legs up over his shoulders, giving way to a loving that left her dazed and exhausted. But they’d really made the enormous bathing room with the soothing fireplace, open shower, and a tub designed for play, their own.
Those five days had changed them both forever. From that time onward they had been inseparable. Being discreet and private so as not to rock the boat in any way, Shannon had spent every second that she could with Nick.
She’d been in love. Thought he had been, too. Imagined a future back in the real world where they would be together. Loving each other. Maybe even making a family together. She’d been so pathetically naïve, was her last thought before coming back to the present and climbing from the tub.
It didn’t take long
for her to towel off and wrap up in the soft, fluffy robe Nick had thoughtfully laid out. She didn’t want to think about what was going on in his mind but was pretty sure, after the wake-up call provided by her detailed re-creation of a place dripping with sensual memories, he was most likely remembering the same things she was.
Was he on the other side of the closed door watching the same rerun in his mind that she had been?
CHAPTER TEN
Memories of the past, a bright, vivid flashback of their first time together was playing out in Nick’s mind. The years melted away as his memory dropped him in the middle of their unexpected love nest.
He remembered her shy, hesitant innocence and how she’d trembled at his touch. There wasn’t a corner of his memory where he could go and not find the vision etched in his brain of how she looked that first time. With unbound hair cascading over her shoulders, she was his very own Botticelli Venus.
Wearing naught but a pair of sheer pink panties, her eyes had been as huge as saucers. Those vivid turquoise orbs shadowed with desire and curiosity had all but melted his brain. He remembered her scent, the one sensory impression he could never erase no matter how many years had flown by. The tangy evidence of her excitement mingled with a concoction of crushed almonds and honey that she covered herself with after a long day in the African sun. She smelled delicious, and he was damn sure going to taste every inch and hidden place on her body.
Nick was the type of man who could be deeply sensual and moved by carnal experiences. From out of nowhere came the thought of his high-school girlfriend who always smelled of a sickening blend of flowers and something else he just couldn’t describe. He’d hated her perfume. Hated the way it clung to everything—her hair, the leather of his car seat, his clothes. The choking, cloying scent followed her everywhere and stayed around after she left.
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