Conquering Love

by Willow Summers

  She stroked his manhood as her zipper hummed. His hands touched down on her shoulders a moment later before moving down her arms, taking the straps of the dress with him.

  “I have been imagining this for so long, Christie. Since I first caught sight of you, long before you ever knew I existed.” The dress slid down her chest and over her black, strapless bra.

  She stroked faster, leaning her head back as his lips moved down her neck and over her cleavage. His hands barely touched her back before the bra fell away, tumbling down between them and hitting the floor. The next moment the world exploded in color as his warm mouth enveloped a taut nipple.

  “Oh my God!” Christie stopped stroking and worked her dress the rest of the way down.

  Greg scooped her up into his arms and walked them to the bed. After laying her down, he lay down next to her, skin on skin. She turned to her side and felt his manhood poke against her panties. His hips moved, making his cock slide upward against her tummy. Trapped between their bodies, Greg moved a little closer, his tiny pulses now working him.

  His lips trailed down her neck and then chest. His hot tongue circled her erect nipple, bombarding her with sensation that had her arching up. Kisses worked lower before a tongue made a circle around her belly button. A trail of heat had him moving lower. She pushed his hand down, wanting his touch. Needing him to cure the ache.

  “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

  “Yes.”

  Fingers trailed over her panty-covered sex. His fingers stopped right above her slit and moved in circles, manipulating her.

  A feminine whimper caught in her throat. “Oh God, Greg.” Wild, desperate, she gyrated up to his hand, then moaned when he moved his fingers to rub down her slit. “Yes, Greg. More. Please.”

  A sound like a growl came from this throat. A finger moved between her nether lips, right at her opening. Her breathing was shallow, everything focused on the need in that area of her body, she couldn’t think of anything else. Not his burning lips on her lower stomach, or his hard manhood slowly gyrating against her upper thigh. Nothing. All she knew was that firm touch teasing her.

  Air assaulted her deliciously as he moved her lacy panties to the side. His fingers rubbed her slit, getting her all slick before circling her nub. She ran her fingers through his hair, and then gripped when his lips fell right next to her sex.

  “Oh fuck.” Christie’s head fell back and she gyrated up to his mouth, pleasure coursing through her body. “Yes. More, Greg.”

  A hot, wet tongue licked up her center. Her fist clenched in his hair, followed by another. She pushed his mouth into her, and then groaned as his tongue probed her opening.

  “Can I move between your legs?” Greg asked in a sexy, husky voice.

  “Yeah. Get in there. Go wherever you want. Just don’t stop!”

  That hot mouth landed on her nub as a finger traced her opening. It applied the lightest of pressure. Her core roared.

  “Is this—”

  “So help me God, Greg, if you ask me one more thing I am going to lose my shit. Please. I am dying.”

  A finger slid into her, freezing her for the briefest of moments before the languid unraveling of pleasure battered back the memories. Her whimper came out as a moan as she connected the feeling with his soft touch. A hot tongue circled her clit, forcing out another moan and making her arch up to him.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, sinking into the delicious sensation of his mouth. Of his touch. His admission earlier in the night cocooned her in the moment—blocked out all the fear and uncertainty. “I had no idea this could feel so good.”

  He slipped in another finger, the digits curved in such a way that it hit a deep, aching gloriousness rising through the very center of her. Wanting more of it, she gyrated up to him as heat started to boil. As the need consumed her. “Harder, Greg. More.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair and arched, feeling the plunge. His body firmly thrusted against her skin. She matched the movement, swinging her hips as he plunged with his fingers. His suction increased as a groan escaped him.

  “Yes, Greg,” she said, clutching his hair. Arching. “Oh yes.” Tingles worked through her. Her core tightened. She shook her head from side to side, the pressure intense, humming through her. Increasing. Almost unbearable.

  “Greg. Oh—oh!” She exploded, a blast of hard climax tearing through her body, making her vibrate and clutch onto him. Her whole body shook as wave after glorious wave battered her. Made her submit to it, and then float in it, her breathing ragged.

  “Oh my goodness,” she said languidly as her muscles relaxed one by one and a lovely euphoria took over.

  Greg moved up beside her, his fingers still trailing against her wetness. His finger dipped into her again, and then back out and around, playing. He brought the slickness up to her nub and made a circle.

  “I thought it might hurt. Because…” Christie shrugged and then kissed him. The finger thrust in again as his thumb rolled around her clit. Sweet sensation unfurled within her body, sparking the pleasure. Already building again.

  She thought about the lack of pain and the unreal sensations. Then the feeling of his large, hard erection pushing against her upper thigh. “Will you make love to me, Greg?”

  Another finger joined the first, making her moan. “No, baby. Not tonight. I promised, and if I don’t keep this promise, how will you ever trust that I’ll keep the others?”

  “But I’m asking you to break it.”

  “Even so. But I love you, and next time, if you’re still ready, I’d be happy to.”

  She dropped her palm to his manhood and stroked with a firm grip. “Then it’s my turn.”

  “I can… No, never mind. You’ll just follow me.” Greg’s lips curved up into a smile. “Only do what you feel comfortable doing.”

  “How about I suck your cock…”

  Greg’s whole body tensed and his hand gripped her upper arm. His kiss intensified to dramatic proportions, half his chest was on top of her, his body pushing her into the mattress. He pushed his hips forward, working into her hand.

  Apparently talking dirty turned him on. That was easy enough.

  “Hmm, fuck me, Greg.”

  He thrust harder into her hand and claimed her lips again. His hand kneaded her breast and then his fingers pinched her nipple. She moaned, pulling on his shoulders until he crawled between her legs again. Her hard nipples scraped against his harder chest, the pleasure fizzing through her. With her free hand she felt down his muscular back and to his perfect butt. She squeezed.

  “Hmm, Christie.” He rocked into her hand, which had dropped near her opening. His kiss consumed her and his movements turned her on, making her body burn. Perspiration coated her forehead.

  She shifted and then released her hand until his erection was against her wet slit. He paused and backed away, dragging his tip between her swollen lips. “I’m just feeling,” he said in a rough voice. “I won’t go in.”

  She kind of wished he would.

  His tip dipped between her folds and stopped right at her opening. The pressure made her breath come out in fast pants and butterflies filled her stomach. “I want you, Greg.”

  “Fuckity fuck.” Greg’s body strained and his head dropped, before he slowly, laboriously, backed off her chest and pushed up a little. His spectacular body was flexed and shiny from effort over her, so hot.

  She ran her thighs up his sides, so ready. Wanting this. Wanting him.

  His tip applied pressure, widening her opening, almost there. Her eyes fluttered as that deep feeling of emotion came to the front and overcame her, soft and clean and wholesome. Was this it? Was she finally going to have proper sex? Loving sex?

  His hips moved upwards, dragging his manhood away. She nearly cried in frustration.

  He went down on his elbows, looking deeply into her eyes as his erection covered her slit. Fire burned through her, feeling his length against her. “You are going to be the death of me,
Christie Smith. I am in absolute agony, just so you know. I hope you feel bad.”

  “Are you mad at me?” She grinned with clutching hands and fast breath, moving her hips in small circles, grinding his cock into her wetness. She moaned with the feeling of it, knowing what she needed on an instinctive level. Knowing she needed him inside of her.

  “Yes. Very, very angry.” His kiss deepened again, taking on urgency. The swing of his hips, small and precise, made the headboard tap softly against the wall. His taste, sweet and wild, delighted her senses. His hands, holding hers tightly, and his kiss, made the world drop away. She lifted her hips and then pulled back, grating against that hardness, making his sex slide gloriously against hers.

  “You’re going to need to stay still for this,” Greg said against her lips, thrusting against her. “When it gets more intense, if we’re both moving, I’m liable to slip inside.”

  She moaned out some sort of intelligible response as her core tightened and her sex pounded. Needing more of him.

  A hand slid up the back of her leg and applied pressure, bringing her knee up. Then the other. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and then pushed her hands above her, holding her wrists.

  “Flexible,” he said in a growl, pumping up. His hard length seared against her, running against her slit and ending at her clit, pounding the pleasure into her body. Winding her up

  “Oh, Greg,” she said in a hasty release of breath, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yes.”

  The headboard thumped against the wall now. “I need you inside me, Greg. Please.”

  An arm fell against her side before fingers curved around and in. “Yes! Fuck me, Greg.”

  “Christie—” the name came out strangled. He pumped harder, his body working. Everything slick.

  She pulled hard on his neck, smashing his lips into hers as he picked up speed, rubbing and thrusting, winding her up to the point of exquisite pain. His body flexed over her, hard and delicious. She yanked her hands free and clutched his shoulders, digging in her nails. He groaned. His fingers plunged, so hard. Just right. His cock rubbed in perfect harmony. Her nipples sent shooting sparks of pleasure.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh—” Faster now, winding tighter, she started to tense as everything pooled in her core. “Oh!”

  Ecstasy blasted through her, hard and hot and brilliant. Electricity surged and boiled before running out of her limbs in glorious vibration.

  “I’m going to come!” Greg kissed her hard as warmth spurted onto her stomach. He jerked, his movements becoming erratic. One last spurt hit her skin.

  “Hmm…huuuu…mmm.” Her muscles relaxed slowly as little aftershocks burst deep inside of her.

  “What’s that?” he stilled and sagged, his chest pressing on top of hers. After a moment of their ragged breathing, he rose up again and looked down onto her, his eyes deep pools of love. “Are you okay?”

  “Mmm.” She sighed and settled more firmly into the pillow, loving his weight over her. His strong arms braced around her. “Very. You?”

  “Yes.” His lips touched hers for a moment before he shifted off of her body.

  She gave a whine of displeasure before looking down at her stomach. “Gross.”

  “Sorry. I should’ve done that differently.” He looked at his own stomach and grimaced. A smear had transferred from her skin to his. “I’ll get a towel.”

  She flared out her elbows and clasped her hands under her head, content to let him handle it. Her mind was quieted, her body at rest, everything tranquil and perfectly balanced. Fuzziness warmed her middle and up through her chest, giving her a glow that she hadn’t had before in life.

  “What’s up?” Greg asked as he knelt beside her on the bed and wiped her stomach with a damp towel.

  “I feel really good. Just really…right.” She let her head fall so she was looking at him.

  He smiled and threw the towel toward a hamper. It hit off the edge and tumbled to the floor. He held up scissors she hadn’t noticed him carrying and lifted his ankle to the bed. He cut a strip of the white bandage on this ankle and then peeled it away. Pasty white skin underneath looked a little swampy.

  “Does that hurt?” Christie poked it.

  “The skin?” She nodded. “No, thank God. Or you’d probably slap it.” He finished peeling it away and then walked to the bathroom again, limping slightly. Once back, he crawled in beside her and slipped his arm under her. She rolled over and put her head in the hollow between his shoulder and his chest.

  His fingers traced the skin on her back slowly, breathing deeply. “Do you want me to take you back to the ranch?”

  “Not really. Can I stay with you or will—”

  “Yes,” he interrupted. “Whenever you want.” He rolled away again, moving to his dresser. He pulled out camo boxer briefs and slipped them on.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, slipping off her panties.

  He paused, his eyes caught on the area between her thighs. “What are you doing?”

  “They’re stretched and wet and gross. We should’ve taken them off in the beginning. Why are you putting clothes on?”

  “Because I’ll be spooning you, and sometime during the night I’ll get hard, and before I know it, will be climaxing inside of you. It’s better to contain the beast.”

  “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “Always. Kind of.” He grabbed her ankles and pulled. She giggled as she slid across the bed and then took his hands to stand. He pulled back the cover and then let her climb in before he followed. As he snuggled up behind her, she heard him take a deep breath, followed by a small hum of contentment.

  Closing her eyes and snuggling back into his arms, she did the same. She wasn’t afraid of her past anymore, now she just hoped that when she opened up the rest of her life to him, that he still saw in her what he always had. Hopefully, once the mystery had been stripped away, he wouldn’t decide the allure had, too.

  Chapter 16

  Greg woke up next to a cold spot. He put his hand on the space next to him and felt a sinking in his heart. She’d woken up and decided this wasn’t what she wanted after all. He hadn’t lived up to her expectations.

  He sat up and ran his hand over his face.

  Or maybe he’d just spooked her? That would certainly help his ego. It might just mean a little longer wait, and for that woman, he’d wait forever. Last night had been the best sex of his life, and he hadn’t even had sex. It had been everything he had never known it could be, from the laughing, to the passion, to the vulnerability and then to the big show that felt like the real thing. He’d come so hard he had barely known his name for a moment.

  He probably shouldn’t have come on her, but oh well. She’d been a good sport about it.

  Until now, that was. She was gone. And probably sticky.

  Shaking his head, he threw on some sweats and headed downstairs to find his phone and see if she had left a message. It wasn’t until he reached the bottom floor that he heard the clicking of a burner in the kitchen. The sink turned on, then went off.

  The sigh of relief bowed his body. Thank God.

  He changed his stride to one of confidence, heading toward the kitchen like he’d suspected she had been there the whole time. She was standing at the stove in his T-shirt and nothing else, the fabric falling to just below her butt, showing off her shapely legs and bare feet.

  A pool of lava settled in his gut before an intense erection strained his sweats. An image of those legs wrapped around him as she writhed under his body surged through his memory. Her look last night, delight and surprise, meant she was feeling the sensations for the first time. Which meant, while technically none of that might’ve been her first time, it was her first time emotionally. When he finally did make love to her, it would be like taking her virginity but without causing her pain.

  His body stiffened and he clenched his teeth. Oh holy fuck he wanted that so bad. Wanted her.

  He should rub one out before meeting her. Goin
g in hot was a recipe for torturous disaster.

  He about-faced, heading back the way he’d come.

  “What’s the matter?”

  He froze in the middle of the doorway. Damn. Too slow.

  Turning around, he acted like he walked around his house with a hard-on everyday. “Nothing, why?”

  “Hoping I’d be gone?” She squinted at him comically. She smiled and gestured to the pans on the stove. “Hungry?”

  “Yeah. I’ll just go get some slippers really quick.”

  Her gaze roamed down his chest and then stopped on his hardness. Lust sparked in her eyes. “Wait a minute.”

  She turned off the gas and moved the pan to another burner. After glancing at the bacon and eggs on the counter, she turned toward him and grabbed the hem of the shirt. Eyes burning, she pulled the faded gray T over her head.

  Round, perky breasts bounced as she dropped her arms and the shirt at the same time. The fabric pooled at her feet. Her nakedness stood before him, her pubic area trimmed and inviting. Her nipples constricted, out of coldness or arousal, he didn’t know. Or care.

  “Strip,” she said, not moving toward him.

  It occurred to him that he’d kept his promise last night, and more importantly, it was no longer last night.

  His sweats and boxers were pushed to the ground at the same time. His cock bobbed out, ready for her.

  She crossed the small kitchen in a couple steps, her breasts bouncing with each fall of her heel as her hips swung in tantalizing ways. Her hand wrapped around his cock before she was even standing in front of him, stroking by the time her other hand was around his shoulders.

  He bent to her, claiming her lips and groaning as her hand sped up. He rubbed a finger up her slit, slick with need. She was ready.