by Ciana Stone
“Oh god, yes. Yes!”
Her pleas and gasps added sparks of excitement that had him pounding hard. Her legs tightened, heels drumming his back as she met and matched his pace. Breath came hard and fast, words mere gasps and partial syllables.
Her orgasm lasted much longer than he’d counted on. This woman was amazing. He was straining not to come. Not an easy task when she started to gasp, writhe against him and cry out his name as she came.
When her body finally began to relax, he slowed his pace and finally stopped, still inside her. Neither of them moved except their chests and bellies heaving for air.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. “That was…incredible.”
“That was just the warm up, honey. If you’ve got more in you.”
She grinned up at him, her pussy clenching around him. “Bring it on.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Damn skippy.”
Not very romantic, but the sweetest words he’d ever heard. Inspiration hit and he rolled away, pulled her to her feet and headed for the bathroom. “Come on. Shower time.”
Roxie protested with a groan. “I like it here.”
“You’re gonna like this,” he promised. “Come on, honey.”
By the time they cleared the threshold, he had her in his arms, his lips locked with hers in a passionate kiss. Now that their time had come, there was no holding back for either of them. Kissing, fondling, and he guided her into the bathroom.
“The bed,” she murmured against his lips.
“Huh uh,” he argued. “Here I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’m through thinking. Get in the shower.”
Something in the soft command of his voice had a thrill running through her. “Or what?” she teased, running her hand down his body to the tip of his erection.
He gave her the most wickedly sexy smile she had ever seen and wrapped both arms around her, cupping her ass to pull her against him. “I guess I’ll just have to turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
Roxie almost came right then and there. Damn, who knew she’d be so turned on by the suggestion? Cliff was bringing out parts of her sexual nature she didn’t know existed.
“And you think I’m just going to let you, eh?” she teased, rubbing her pussy against his cock, feeling the erotic thrill of the coarse hair surrounding it as it softly abraded her swollen clit.
He stared deep into her eyes and in that moment, they both found what they had been looking for. “Oh yeah,” he breathed, his fingers digging into her ass and pulling her against him even tighter. I think you’re not going to just let me. I think that before I’m done, you’re going to beg me.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered just before his lips claimed hers. With lips locked, he backed her into the shower and turned on the water. She gasped against his mouth as the icy spray rained down on them.
Cliff chuckled, holding her squirming against him as the water warmed then knelt down in front of her. “Spread your legs.”
As soon as she did, she felt his tongue, lapping the length of her sex. “Sweet,” he said. “Sweet as honey. Turn around, darlin’, so I can get to you better.”
She turned bent at the waist so that her pussy was at his eye level. He spread her legs wider and then started licking her, sucking the outer lips of her sex until they felt heavy and swollen. His tongue dipped inside her wet channel, probing.
Inside a minute Roxie was hugging the wall, moaning. Every few seconds his tongue would move from her pussy to her clit, making her weak with need. Just as she was about to come, he moved away.
“Hey, no fair leaving a girl stranded.” She turned to see him pouring her scented liquid soap into his hands.
“Stand with your back against the wall,” he directed.
God, she loved the erotic command in his voice. Her body was already quivering with arousal, her nipples were puckered and hard, and her sex wet. His slick hands started on her shoulders and worked slowly down her arms then back up. As his hands moved to her breasts, palming her nipples in slow circles, she moaned. He stifled her mouth with his mouth. She let him plunder her mouth and then took control, feeding off him.
What had started as a slow burn in her nipples had escalated into a raging fire that was spreading out from the sensitive buds, making her arch against him. His erection pressed against her belly, throbbing.
She reached over and took his cock in one hand, cupping his balls with the other. “Hmmm.” She bit at his lip when he moved away from the kiss. He took hold of her wrists to force her hands from him.
“Now did I tell you that you could touch me?” He smiled. “Bad, very bad. I guess I’m going to have to attend to that spanking sooner than I realized.”
She thought he was teasing, but soon realized he was not. He turned her around so she faced the wall. “Bend over, baby.”
The sexy rasp of his voice was as much of a turn on as his demands. She bent over, bracing her hands on the shower wall. The initial slap on her ass made her jump. The second sent a sexual charge through her. He spanked her slowly and precisely, each stoke ending with a caress.
After only a few stokes she was squirming. Her ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire and her sex felt like an inflated balloon between her legs. On one level, she wanted him to stop. But the submissive side of her sexual nature wanted more. “Please,” she breathed.
“Please what?” He paused, caressing her ass and running one hand between her legs to stroke the wet folds of her sex. “Please I want more?”
Damn, did she? Could she stand more of it? She didn’t know but wanted to find out. “Yes, please.”
“That’s my girl. Bend your legs for me, honey. Just a little. That’s it. Now spread your legs. I want you ass up.”
No sooner had she arranged herself into the position he wanted than he delivered the first stroke. It was like a jolt of electricity that ran straight through her body to her pussy. She cried out then inhaled sharply as his soap-slickened finger probed inside her ass.
“Christ, you’re tight.” His voice was a lusty rasp. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this—imagined it. Baby, you’re a fucking wet dream come to life.”
She moaned as he stroked in and out, each time going deeper. Her clit was throbbing madly. She reached between her legs to stroke herself and he slapped her ass a strong smack.
“Not yet, baby. You want to use your hands, reach back and spread your ass wider for me. This tight little ass of yours is going to take some time to loosen up enough for me to fuck you.”
Roxie did as ordered, her fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass as he inserted two fingers inside her. The sting of the soap added to the pleasure-pain. Her pussy pulsed, her clit throbbed and her breath rasped as Cliff started to work three fingers inside her.
She felt as if she were stretched to the maximum. It was almost too much. Of what, she wasn’t sure. The pain and pleasure seemed to be linked.
“Come on, baby, loosen up for me,” he crooned in a lover’s tone.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can, baby. And you will. Just go with it.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, “Cliff, it’s …”
“What you want.” He finished her sentence. “What I want. You want to give me what I want, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Then give it to me. Beg me to fuck you up the ass with my fingers while you masturbate and come. I want you to come for me, baby.”
“Please.”
“Say it, Roxie. Beg for it,” he corrected her in a passion-rough voice, with another spank and shoved his fingers deep inside her ass.
“Please, fuck me up the ass with your fingers. Make me come until I pass out. Please, just do it now!”
“My pleasure. Now play with your pussy. I want to see you come.”
She reached between her legs and stroked her fingers down her pussy, fee
ling the swollen folds standing open and ready. Her fingers moved to her swollen clit. It was so aroused that the first touch almost sent her over the edge, but his voice coached her.
“Easy, baby. Not too fast.”
His fingers pumped in and out of her sensitive ass as she slowly rolled her fingers back and forth over her clit. She tried to go slow, but she was too far gone.
“Oh god, damn. Cliff … I can’t …”
She exploded before she could finish the sentence. Her pussy and ass contracted and pulsed wildly and all the strength went out of her legs. Cliff pulled her up against him when the orgasm finally faded. She sagged back against him, feeling his erection pressing against her. That sparked her energy immediately. She turned and sank to her knees, taking his cock in her hand to guide it to her mouth.
He groaned as she took him in her mouth. Her fingers toyed with his tight balls, slipping behind to play with his ass. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper into her mouth. “Christ!” he groaned as she slid back on his shaft, letting her tongue circle the swollen head.
She took him to the brink of release twice, each time backing off before he could come. “Jesus, you’re killing me,” he moaned and pulled her to her feet then up into his arms.
“Honey, slow down,” he whispered as she started to guide his cock inside her. “No need to rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Roxie went stone-cold still. His tone was that of a real lover, someone with an emotional investment, someone who was making a promise. Yeah, he’d said he thought he loved her, but his voice now said it without using the words.
It embarrassed her that tears filled her eyes and a small lump lodged in her throat, making her breath hitch. Then it thrilled her when he cupped her face in both hands and his eyes searched hers, looking inside her to places she’d grown accustomed to keeping private.
“It’s okay, Roxie,” he whispered. “You’re safe. I promise.”
When his lips met hers, it was a kiss of promise and caring. Passion was there, strong enough to have her eager to feel him strong and hard inside her, but the passion was colored with emotion.
He took his time, exploring and tasting, the kiss tender and slow. It enflamed her, excited and thrilled her. And it frightened her. Not so much what she felt and sensed from him but what it inspired in herself.
God, she was so in love with this man. The fear housed within that realization flared bright and hot then faded like a shooting star. In its place was wonder and excitement. It’d been so long since she’d felt love filling her heart, making her weak in one breath and filled with energy in the next.
She gave herself to the kiss, letting him steer her under the warm spray of water, their bodies pressed together, the heat from their flesh matching the warmth of the liquid that cascaded over them.
Surrendering, she let go of everything else but that moment. It wasn’t until the water started to cool that she realized just how long they’d stood there, kissing and touching.
Cliff reached around her to turn off the water. “Want to invite me into your bed?”
“Oh yes.”
Cliff grabbed a towel and, with care and tenderness, he dried her, then himself. Tossing the towel on the floor, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He grabbed a handful of spread and blanket and yanked, sending pillows tumbling to the floor. Then he turned back to her and unfastened the towel she’d wound around her body.
“Before we go any further, I have to say this. We’re not having sex or fucking.”
Nothing could have shocked her more. “We’re not?”
“No. We’re making love, honey.”
She nearly cried it choked her up so much. He smiled and laid her back on the bed. He sat beside her, letting his fingers trace down her body from face to thigh and then back up. “You are the most incredibly sexy woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Roxie Ellis. I’ve dreamed about this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
She smiled up at him. “My friends just call me Roxie. Or Rox.”
“What do your lovers call you?”
Her smile faded. “I’ve only really had one— well one that counted and…and… well, you know how that ended.”
“That’s the past, baby. This is the right now. And right now I’m asking if you’re ready for me. For love.”
“I don’t know. I think so. But you… you said you thought…I love you Cliff, but I’m scared.”
The moment the words were out of her mouth, she knew they were not the right ones. It was clear in the expression on his face.
“Then what do you want, Roxie?”
She couldn’t articulate the feelings churning inside her and didn’t try. Instead, she sat up, slid her arms around his neck and pulled his head down into a kiss. For her, the kiss was one of offering and surrender. She loosed the restraints on everything inside her, opening herself so that she was emotionally bare for him.
Would he understand what the kiss implied? She didn’t know but hoped that on an emotional level he would recognize what she offered. Maybe he did. His arms wrapped around her to pull her close as he deepened the kiss.
And she knew her entire world changed in that moment, in that kiss. The past receded to its proper place and the now blossomed. She knew beyond all doubt that she’d beaten the odds. She’d found her man.
With that realization, an urgent need flared. She tore away from the kiss in a rash of impatience born of desperate need. Her lips moved down his neck and chest, tasting and biting until she stopped at his cock. It was like warm silk stretched tight over steel, a curious balance of soft and hard that had her mouth opening, eager to taste.
She ran her tongue over the head then down its length and back up to take him inside her mouth. There was no mistaking the hunger it inspired in him. His hands found their way into her hair, fisting as his body tensed.
Roxie straddled his body, sinking down on him. His hands moved to her hips, aiding as she started a steady rise and fall. She watched, her eyes meeting his and holding. And just as his body started to tense she saw it. This wasn’t fucking. This wasn’t sex. This really was love.
That sent her spiraling, calling his name. Together they soared. And when it was over, she lay down on him, feeling his arms circle her, hearing him whisper.
“Divorce Danny.”
Roxie sat up, not believing what she’d heard. “Divorce? Why?”
“For me. For us. I love you, Roxie.”
“But I thought you weren’t sure. That you thought—”
“I was scared to admit it. But I know it’s true. This is real, Roxie, and we can’t let it go. If we do, we’ll regret it the rest of our lives. Divorce him, honey. Please. Divorce him and be mine.”
She’d never have believed it possible but there was no need for hesitation. She knew what she wanted and what she had to do. “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Go with me to see him. I have to tell him.”
“He won’t know what you’re saying, honey.”
“But I will.”
“I’ll make the arrangements today.”
She nodded and sank willingly into his arms. Life was just full of surprises and for the first in a long time, she’d gotten a good one.
Chapter Seven
Roxie rolled over, fumbling for the clock as the shrill, persistent beep shattered the silence. The past few days had been a whirlwind. She and Cliff had returned last night and, despite the lateness of the hour, had spent most of the night making love.
“What time is it?” Cliff asked as she rolled back over next to him.
“Five thirty,” she said with a yawn.
“Five thirty? God, who gets up that early?”
“Me.” She snuggled over closer to him. “I normally run, but this morning I think I’ll skip it. After an hour’s sleep I don’t think I have the energy for running.”
Cliff yawned and ran his arm beneath her. “I don’t h
ave the energy for anything.”
“Nothing?” She raised her head and looked at him with a suggestive smile as she ran her hand down his body.
“Well, maybe that,” he agreed and rolled over with her beneath him.
“Ummm,” she purred as his hands moved over her body. “That feels delicious.”
“You are delicious,” he murmured as he moved his lips down her neck.
Roxie sighed in pleasure, forgetting about the lack of sleep. All time slipped away as they explored each other with their hands. Cliff slid his fingers into the wet folds between her legs. Her body quivered when his fingers slowly slid into her.
He spread her lips and moistened her clit. While his fingers explored between her legs, his tongue slowly circled her nipple, flicking across the hardening flesh.
Cliff gently awakened her body with his touch. Roxie reveled in the sensations, riding the waves of pleasure his hands and mouth created. Her body was his to manipulate, his to explore. For the first time in her life, she had no fear of what surrendering control would bring. Love had changed all that. It changed the quality of a touch from mere physical pleasure to the pleasure that comes from an emotional connection.
His mouth moved from her nipple to the underside of her breast, causing her to arch toward him as she sighed. He ran his tongue up her cleavage to the base of her neck. There he feasted, fueling both their passions.
She grew wetter but he kept the movement of his hands slow and rhythmic. When his body moved up hers, she could feel his hardness against her hip. Her hand traveled down his hard chest and stomach. She stretched her fingers in the tight hair that surrounded the base of his shaft. She stroked his length with her fingertips, circling the pulsing head. Her rhythm of matched his, touch for touch, stroke for stroke. As their mouths met and connected, they pleasured each other with their hands, lovingly fondling one another.
Soon it wasn’t enough. Roxie needed that ultimate connection. She needed him inside her. “I need you….in me,” she whispered in his ear after her tongue traced his lobe. Her hand guided him into her as he positioned his body between her legs. Her body quivered as he entered her. She moved her hand from his shaft, letting her fingers feel him enter her. He sank in slowly and she sighed in pleasure, savoring the feel of his dick entering her warm, wet core. Her muscles quivered around him, earning her an additional thrill as his dick pulsed in answer to the call of her body.