He pushed the dismal thoughts from his brain. Now was not the time for thinking. He had a beautiful woman standing before him.
She sashayed across the room until they were close, her tongue sweeping out along her lips, making his gut tighten. “I’ve been wanting your kiss.” Her voice had a tiny quake in it and he could see by the trembling in her bottom lip how nervous she was. They both knew they were on the precipice of something great that was about to happen.
“You can have as many as you want,” he told her in a voice that expressed the unsettling of his nerves. “I have to admit I’m feeling guilty.”
“For what?”
“For the first time in my life, I’m feeling guilty for having a one night stand.” He admitted easily. “Are you sure—”
She touched his mouth with the tip of her fingers and then slid them to his jaw. “No words are needed. I know you aren’t a womanizer and you should know that I don’t normally jump into things. Tonight, I want us to enjoy each other, enjoy this unexplainable lure drawing us together.”
He tore his hand through his hair. “I understand I can’t offer more—you can’t offer more, not right now. I just wanted to be clear.”
“Very gentlemanly of you, Keefer Lane. So how about we stop thinking and just feel?” She gave him what he thought was her brightest smile. “Now, how about a kiss?”
He wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her against his body, breathing in her scent. He pushed his fingers through her thick hair, rubbing her scalp and downward to the nape of her neck. He massaged her nape and she tilted her head enough so that he could take her lips for a slow, sensual kiss. They were soft and full, delicious as strawberry wine. He licked the seam, sampling the corners, teasing her mouth open wider, then swept his tongue deep inside. He tangled with hers, then pulled back slightly to suckle her bottom lip.
A moan scurried through him, but it wasn’t his moan that he heard. It was a soft, anguished one from Violet. He deepened the kiss, lowering his hand to her back and even lower to her bottom, dragging her closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. The mounds were soft, except for the peaking of her nipples. He could feet the hardened buds through their clothing and his cock twitched painfully against his zipper. He looked at her flushed cheeks and pink lips. Her breathing was hard and her eyes were closed.
Trailing kisses down her neck, he followed the silken line to the hollow of her collarbone, licking the skin. Goosebumps scattered across her flesh. He slid one hand to the strap on her shoulder, slowly tugging it down her arm, pulling at the tight material, inch by inch, until her strapless bra was his only barrier. She reached up and loosened the other strap off her arm and the dress dropped to her waist.
Shit!
She was a living fantasy. The swell of her breasts rose above the lacey material of her bra. The sheer material didn’t conceal the shadows of her nipples, only intensified his need to see all of her. He molded his palm on one mound and dipped his head, pulling the tight bud into his mouth, wetting the fabric. She laid her head back, her hair flowing as another honeyed moan escaped her throat. She arched into him as if inviting him to taste her, everywhere. He obliged her by sucking the nipple harder, deeper into his mouth and gently tugging the pearl with his teeth. The flesh swelled. He had to force himself not to rip her panties from her voluptuous hips and take her fast and hard.
He wanted to enjoy every second he was gifted with this lovely woman.
Lowering to his knees, he yanked the dress to her hips and dipped his tongue into her belly button until she threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling the strands. He rolled the fabric to her thighs, kissing along the seam of her panties. Her hands dropped to his shoulders, her nails nicking his skin, pressing into his flesh. The dress fell to her feet, she kicked it aside and now she stood before him in the take-advantage-of-me leopard print thong and see-thru bra. Splaying his hands across her hips, he pressed his face into the apex of her thighs inhaling the musky, sweet scent.
Fuck!
Reaching up, he unclasped the front snap of her bra and the thin material fell away from her breasts. He quickly palmed her pale mounds, gently squeezing and tugging at the nipples. The heat of her skin burned his fingertips, spreading warmth through his bloodstream. He could spend all night suckling and sampling her—every inch. Her scent drove him toward the home goal and he held himself steady. His balls tightened and a bittersweet pain swirled through them, everything tensed into a need he’d never known before. He kissed the moistened seam of her panties, rolling his tongue along the dampened crease, pushing the fabric deeper into the slit. Her sweet flavor covered his lips and tongue, filling his mouth like a burst of candy. He groaned against her flesh and she trembled in response. He grew hungrier and needier. He could feast on her pussy all night, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t protest.
He was wrong.
She gave his shoulders a slight push. He brought his chin up. Her smile could have ignited an iceberg and the glint in her eyes warned him her inner beasty was unleashed. “Hey, cowboy. I want to see more of that body.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I bet you have buns of steel. Wranglers never lie.” Her voice quaked.
He stood and met her gaze. “Then maybe you should undress me.”
She sucked in a breath and her eyes danced in the light. His fingers ached to touch her breasts again but he managed to curb the urge, for now. He expected her to loosen one button at a time on his shirt, but instead she clutched the material into her fists and in one swift jerk, she ripped the front open, sending buttons flying across the room. “Holy hell, woman!”
“I don’t want to scare you or anything.” She winked.
“You didn’t scare me, but I almost came in my pants.”
“Yummy,” she murmured then gave a sexy sigh. One corner of her mouth edged into a tiny smile as she roamed her searing gaze over his chest. She pulled the shirt down further and off his arms, tossing it over her shoulder. “I hope that wasn’t a favorite.”
“It certainly will be now.”
She leaned in, cruising her hands down his chest, brushing the tips of her fingers over his nipples and lower over his ribs as if she played an instrument. With a grin that suggested of her wicked ways, she rolled her nails over his skin, down to the waist of his jeans, splaying her hands wide.
“Damn. I didn’t know there was an art to teasing.”
“I’m not a tease. I plan to follow through.” She gave him a spicy look before licking his chest and then sucking one flat nipple, then the other. Electricity ping ponged through him and his knees weakened. He became dizzy.
“Care to slide those off?” She pointed to his boots. “Unless you’re one of those cowboys who likes to leave them on?”
For a second he couldn’t think as all of his blood raced to his shaft. Boots. Off. Okay. He quickly removed them and then practically ripped off his socks. He’d have to be careful. He needed to have some clothing left when tomorrow came.
He started for the buckle on his jeans, but she swatted his hand gently. “That’s my territory. Don’t make me tie your wrists.”
“That’ll teach me a lesson for putting my hands where they don’t belong.”
“I have a feeling you haven’t learned a thing.”
He was impressed by her deft skills at removing the belt in a matter of seconds. She tore the leather from his waist and the zing echoed off the walls. Button undone, zipper unzipped, and his jeans dropped to his knees. His cock eagerly pressed against his boxers, wanting freedom from the cotton confines. She smiled, that sexy smile that ripped through him like an exotic drug. She met his gaze and a second slithered by until she hooked her fingers into the elastic and swiftly dragged them down his hips until they joined his pants. Using the balance he didn’t know he had, he stood on one foot while sliding his boxers the rest of the way off.
Undressed fully, he stood before her, loving the way her gaze dipped over him, stopping on his chest, his
waist, and longer on his shaft that stretched toward the ceiling. “What do you think?” The question might have come off as arrogant, but he was really asking for the sake of knowing her thoughts.
“I think I’m one lucky lady. No wonder you have buckle bunnies beating down the door.”
He chuckled. He’d known since he was a teenager that he’d been gifted in that area of his body. For the first years that he’d become sexually active, some of the ladies were a little scared, but as he’d grown into a man, he could practically see the excitement spread across a woman’s face when she saw all of him, just like now with Violet.
Whatever happened in the morning, tonight he planned to give the sweet cowgirl something to remember.
“You’re going to give me a big head…so to speak.”
“Oh, I plan to definitely give you a big head.” Her smile danced.
She knelt at his feet, taking his length into both hands and running her tongue along the slit. Tremors raced over him, through him and around him like an invisible vise. He’d never had more trouble keeping himself from bursting. He counted to ten, forwards, backwards and then imagined himself eating a pickle. Nothing worked. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and glided the slender digits up and down, while licking his head.
Bittersweet pain grew in his balls and shards of heat splashed through him. He closed his eyes and buried his fingers in her hair, controlling himself from thrusting his cock deeper. He had to let her set the pace. She sucked him to the back of her mouth and he could feel her throat close around his tip as she continued to suckle. Oh shit. He couldn’t last much longer in her mouth and he had too many plans to squirt now…this soon.
He growled and reached down, taking her by the elbows and lifting her. Her teeth scraped against his head as she pulled away, and instead of going flaccid, his blood rushed to his tip until he turned purple. He looked around the small apartment, grabbed her up into his arm, and carried her to the small bed, laying her in the middle.
Kneeling over her, he used his teeth to grab the thin material of her thong and dragged it down her thighs and legs, all the while inhaling her essence like fresh oxygen. He dropped the panties to the floor and climbed onto the bed, using his hands to spread her knees wide. For the longest time he stared at the slick beauty of her bare pussy. He liked the softness.
Grasping her hips tight, he lowered his mouth, licked the moist seam as he pressed open her lips and drew a figure eight with the tip of his tongue over her fleshy head. He’d never tasted anything better. He could banquet here all night.
“That feels so good.” She entwined her fingers into his hair.
He suckled her pussy lips, blowing a raspberry on her clit, then dunked his tongue deep into her opening. He continued this pattern until her knees quivered and she lifted them high, spreading her legs incredibly wide. He felt the spasms against his lips and then a burst of warm, musk against his tongue. She arched and a deep moan flew off her lips. Lifting his head, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, quickly slid his way up her body and pressed his mouth to hers. She opened wide, accepting him and he rolled his tongue around the roof of her mouth. He wasn’t sure what part of her tasted better.
He pulled back and she squirmed. “Hang tight, baby. We have all night and I plan to make it last.” He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, nibbled her ear lobe and lower along her neck. She wriggled underneath him, silently demanding that he put out her internal fire, but he wasn’t quite ready yet. He had a lot more places to explore.
Bending his head to one breast, he suckled and nipped. Gave the other the same attention, all the while feeling her body heat grow hotter.
He returned to her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips while squeezing her breasts gently. The more she squirmed the more he wanted to lavish her with his kisses, his touch until she cried out his name. From the way she moved, he guessed her pussy throbbed with need. His cock certainly did. He wanted her to burn with yearning, and he planned to please her from head to toe.
Plucking her nipple like a ripe grape from the vine, the skin was taut, the color of treasured pink. He rolled his tongue over the nub. It tasted like fruit too. He pulled the pearl between his teeth, nipping, but careful not to hurt. He’d never do anything to hurt her. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he felt a moist heat. The wench probably drew blood and he didn’t give one damn bit. In fact, he welcomed the pain.
Shifting his body lower, he trailed wet kisses along her stomach down to the sweet curve of her pussy again. He used his tongue to part her lips, carefully, as if he suckled at the nectar of an exotic flower. He loved the faint pinkish-red of her blossom. He thrust his tongue into her sweetness, roiling and suckling, licking and blowing. He could get drunk off her.
Her hips thrusted and bumped. He held her steady not wanting to allow her to get away. She tangled his hair around her fingers and tugged. He delighted in the prickling sensations as she rode him like a human horse. He loved how sexual sounds dropped off her lips, teasing him, tempting him. He enjoyed how her body responded, giving all. When he realized she was close again, he eased a finger inside of her, then joined it with another. He slicked his fingers with her wet body, pumping in and out, then used the lubrication to add a third finger into her channel all while using his thumb to tease her swollen clit. It didn’t take long before her pussy exploded and thick, creamy juices moistened his hand. Her cry echoed off the white walls. Her muscles clenched him tight, throbbing around his fingers as she tried pushing him out. He slipped his hand from her and brought it to his mouth, licking her juices from the tips.
He left kisses on his inner thighs all the way back up to her slightly open mouth. He didn’t bother wiping his face this time. She spread her hands at the back of his neck and tugged him closer, licking his lips, tasting herself from him. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever had happen. “You taste good, sweetheart.”
She slipped her tongue into his mouth, suckling his tongue, drawing it deep into her mouth. He wanted to move fast, but didn’t want to move at all either. He just wanted to lie there, close to her, for as long as he had a breath left in his body. There was a new feeling forming in him, one that took him by surprise.
He couldn’t wait much longer. He needed to put an end to the pain in his groin. “Give me a second, sweetheart,” he whispered next to her ear. He hurried off the bed, went to his jeans on the floor and reached for his billfold. He grabbed a foil packet from inside and rushed back to her. “Had to be prepared.”
“Thank you for remembering.”
“Of course, baby.” He climbed onto the bed and spread beside her, ripping open the package.
“Let me do the honors.”
“I forgot this is your territory.”
She took the condom, placed it at his tip and rolled it with trembling fingers. Once it was in place, she brought her gaze to his. He saw so much emotion in the dark depths.
Shifting, he spread her legs with his knees. She moved them to drape over his shoulders and he stared at the slick pussy that awaited his cock. He was grateful that she was wet because he liked a smooth ride.
Gripping his shaft, he pressed her opening with his throbbing head. Her slickness allowed him to ease in. He moved until he felt resistance. He paused and allowed her muscles to adjust to the size of him while he controlled his breathing. Her muscles stretched and loosened and he slowly eased himself deeper, preparing her channel for all of him. He didn’t care how long it took, how much tenderness he had to give, until he could plunge her deep. He was careful not to push too fast, grateful that she grew slicker. When his cock was fully inside of her, he had to stop again, a few long seconds to gain his exposure. Her inner walls were like a glove, clutching him, holding him. Damn, she knew how to use her muscles. It took everything he had not to blow right then and there.
No, he wanted to pleasure her.
Bracing his hands on either side of her, he started to move, thrusting slow, pulling all of the way out to h
is tip, then pushing back inside her to the hilt. With each slide, her juices became heavier and her muscles welcomed him. She dropped her legs to his waist, hooking her feet at the ankles, locking their bodies. He liked being connected with her.
He drove in and out of her, taking on a rhythm that had her breathing heavy. He rocked his hips, then circled them. She cried out and arched her back. Her body tightened, her pussy spasmed and he almost lost it.
Once her body released, he knew he couldn’t last another minute. The sensation crept over his body, like slow, sweet molasses through his veins and then the explosion came like fireworks inside of his body. He rocked twice more and plunged one last time. They lay there together, their bodies shuddering as release gripped them in its sensational gift. If he was a kid again, he would have done cartwheels.
He slipped to her side, gaining his breaths. The only sounds were that of their breathing.
He rolled around, holding himself on his arms so that he could look into her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He smoothed the backs of his knuckles along the smooth curve of her chin, down her neck, loving the softness of her skin.
“I’ve got to take care of some business.” He rolled from the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door. Rolling the used condom from his semi-flaccid length, he tossed it into the trash can. The power of the orgasm was starting to fizzle. He splashed his face with cold water, getting a whiff of her scent lingering on his skin. What they’d just shared had satisfied something deep, but beyond that, it had ignited something entirely different within him. Emotions he didn’t know existed.
One night. He had to remember that. That’s all they had together.
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