by Lynn LaFleur
“You must like this.”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded guttural, strained. “I like it a little too much. You’d better stop.”
Ignoring his suggestion, Eve continued to play. She added her tongue, licking the crown as she continued to caress his cock and balls.
“Eve.” Holding her head, he gently pulled her mouth away from him. “Not like that. Not our first time.”
“You made me come with your hands. Why can’t I make you come with mine?”
“Because I want to be inside you. I’m not eighteen anymore and don’t … bounce back as quickly as I used to.”
Before she could complain any further, Quade kissed her. Anything she’d been about to say vanished from her mind as his soft, warm lips moved over hers. He slid her bra down her arms. She had no idea where it landed, nor did she care. She went willingly to her back when he held her arms and pushed her backward. She landed on a diagonal on her bed with Quade on his knees beside her.
A few tugs on the rest of her clothing and she soon lay naked with him. He rose from the bed long enough to locate his jacket on the floor, remove some condom packets from a pocket, and place them on the nightstand. Eve understood the need for protection, but she hated the thought of anything separating her from Quade.
He donned one of the condoms and lay on top of her. Slipping his hands beneath her thighs, he pulled them apart and settled between them so the base of his cock rested against her clit. A subtle shift of his hips had pleasure shooting through her body. She bit her bottom lip to hold back a loud moan, but it escaped anyway.
“I love those sounds you make in your throat.” Quade kissed her lips, her chin, the side of her neck. “They’re very sexy.”
He kept shifting his hips in the perfect motion to caress her clit. Greedy for another climax, Eve clutched his butt and pumped her pelvis to intensify the caress.
“That’s the way,” Quade said in a raspy voice. “Ride my cock. Take what you need.”
She stared into his eyes and did as he suggested, rubbing her clit against his shaft. Sweat broke out across her skin. Her pussy clenched, needing a hard cock to fill it. A little longer and she would come again.
He pinched a nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The extra bit of stimulation did it. Eve’s back arched and her eyes slid closed as waves of pleasure washed over her.
She was still panting, trying to force air into her starving lungs, when Quade plunged into her. Eve cried out at the sudden movement since she hadn’t been prepared for it.
Quade immediately stilled. Concern filled his eyes. “Did I hurt you? You’re so wet, I thought—”
“Shhh.” She laid two fingers over his mouth. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s just … been a while for me.”
“For me, too.” He drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then pushed forward more slowly. “Is that better?”
“Mmm, yes.”
Lying on top of her again, he took her in his arms and kissed her. Eve ran her hands up and down his back as he began to pump. Not seeming satisfied to lie still, Quade shifted positions often until he found the perfect spot that gave her clit the most stimulation. Eve moaned.
His thrusts increased in speed, each one brushing against all her sensitive tissues. Desire built again, which surprised Eve. She’d already come twice. That rarely happened for her. She couldn’t possibly come a third time.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her once, twice, three times. “It feels like your body was made for mine.”
His romantic words and loving kisses along with his thrusts pushed her over the top again. This time, Quade made the journey with her. She held him tightly while his body jerked and he released a growling moan.
Friends had told her sometimes they’d experienced a climax so strong, they’d swear their bones had melted. She’d never experienced that feeling until now. If a tornado swept through her apartment, it would just have to take her with it because she couldn’t move.
Quade shifted. The movement made her realize his cock hadn’t softened. “How—”
“I’m not through.”
She couldn’t move and he wasn’t through? Eve opened her mouth to ask him how that could be possible when he pulled out of her and flipped her to her stomach.
A little curious, a little eager, she waited for what Quade would do next. She heard the sound of another condom packet tearing, then he pushed her legs apart with his knees. Holding her hips, he surged into her again.
It shouldn’t feel so good to have him inside her. She’d come three times and shouldn’t want more. But she did. She rose to her hands and knees so he could go deeper. His deep growl told her he approved of her action.
Eve pressed her hands against the headboard to hold herself in place when Quade’s thrusts quickened. She arched her back, pushed her butt back when he pumped forward. Knowing she wouldn’t come again, she did everything she could to make this round of lovemaking good for him.
He cheated by sliding one hand between her legs to caress her clit.
Pleasure shot through her limbs, snaked up and down her spine, and returned to blossom in her pussy. Not as intense as her earlier orgasms, this one still stole her breath and curled her toes.
As soon as Quade released her hips after he came, she fell face-down on the bed, arms and legs sprawled. “If that’s an example of you not bouncing back quickly, I don’t think I could’ve handled you at eighteen.”
The bum had the nerve to chuckle. She’d hit him if she could lift her hand.
Quade dropped kisses all along her shoulder and between her shoulder blades. “Forget it. If you still aren’t through, you’ll have to take care of yourself.”
The thought of watching Quade masturbate sent a zing through her pussy. She turned her head toward him. “But if you do that, I want to watch.”
That slow, sexy smile she loved spread over his lips. “You little vixen.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all. Just … surprising.”
It took her two tries, but Eve managed to roll to her side facing him. “Why surprising?”
“You seemed a little … shy to me. Not that shy is bad,” he said quickly. “I never imagined you saying you’d want to watch a guy jerk off.”
“I’ve never said it to another man,” she said, her voice low and soft.
He smiled. “I’m glad I’m the first.”
Quade rested his head on a pillow. The tie holding his long hair had come loose during lovemaking. Black strands swirled over his shoulder to brush his chest. Eve picked up a tendril, rubbed it between her fingers. Soft and silky.
“Will you stay the night?”
“I’d like that. I just need to take care of something first.”
Knowing he meant the used condoms, Eve nodded. Once he walked into the bathroom, she slid between the sheets. He came back moments later, turned off the lamp, and lay beside her. Content to cuddle in his arms, her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes.
7
Quade awoke the next morning to Eve’s warm lips sliding up and down his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He acted before he thought and arched his hips, driving his dick deeper into her mouth. When he realized what he’d done, he relaxed his pelvis so he wouldn’t gag her. Instead of letting him go, she took him all the way to his balls.
Quade grabbed the covers and threw them aside. Eve sat on her knees between his legs. She looked at him, her mouth still gliding up and down his hard flesh. “What are you doing?”
She licked up one side of his cock and all around the rim. “If you have to ask, I must be doing something wrong.”
He groaned when she darted the tip of her tongue into the slit. “Believe me, you aren’t doing anything wrong.”
“Then just lie still and enjoy it.”
Quade thought that an excellent suggestion, except he didn’t think it fair for him to accept the pleasure she of
fered without giving some in return. “Hey.” He slipped his hand beneath her chin, lifted her mouth away from him. “Swing around here so I can lick your pussy.”
Her eyes flared with heat, proving she liked his idea. She gave his cock one more long lick from base to tip, then turned and straddled his face. Quade gripped her ass as she lowered her pussy to his mouth. The feminine lips flared open, letting him see the moisture produced to welcome him into her body. The scent of her arousal drifted to his nose. Quade inhaled deeply of the intoxicating scent.
He licked her slit at the same time that she took his shaft in her mouth again. Her cream slid across his tongue and down his throat. He’d never tasted anything as good as Eve’s juices. He licked the full length of her labia again before concentrating on her clit. The swollen bundle of nerves beaded beneath his tongue, growing larger and firmer with his stroking.
She moaned when he nipped her clit with his teeth. Quade felt the vibration all the way through his dick. He scraped his teeth over her clit again, licked her labia to her anus. She moaned even louder when he whisked his tongue across the puckered hole.
So his lady liked anal play. More blood surged into his cock at the thought of being buried in her gorgeous ass. Quade licked all over the rosette before driving his tongue into her ass.
She moved her mouth faster up and down his shaft. Quade jerked when her wet finger slid into his ass. The intense pleasure made him groan loud and long.
His cock slipped out of her mouth. “Do that again.”
It took him a moment to realize what she wanted. Quade placed his lips directly on the rosette and moaned again. Eve arched her back and pushed her ass closer to his mouth. “That feels so good.”
“The vibration or my tongue?”
“Both.”
He hummed as he continued to lick her, giving her as much stimulation as he could. She took him in her mouth again, flashing her tongue all around his hard length as she moved her lips up and down. Quade’s eyes crossed. An orgasm bloomed at the base of his spine. He couldn’t come before Eve did. Grasping her butt, he began fucking her ass with his tongue.
She pumped her hips in time to his thrusts. Her breaths came out choppy, heavy. Predicting a climax would soon claim her body, he darted his tongue quicker into the sensitive opening.
A loud moan came from her throat before she trembled. Quade pulled apart the feminine lips and watched the entrances to her pussy and anus pulse with her orgasm.
God, that was sexy.
Once her breathing evened out, she began to move her mouth on him again. Quade’s desire had faded while he concentrated on Eve’s pleasure. It erupted back to life with the feel of her lips and tongue on his flesh.
She pushed a second finger into his ass. Quade lost it.
“Eve. Fuck!”
Throwing back his head, Quade closed his eyes tightly as the pleasure whooshed down his spine and through his balls. His cock jerked and throbbed, his cum filled her mouth. He saw stars behind his eyelids. He’d experienced strong orgasms in the past, but he’d never seen stars.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, struggling to breathe, until he opened his eyes. Eve remained on top of him, her face resting on his thigh. Her warm breath brushed his balls every time she exhaled. He ran his hands all over her ass. “Hey.”
“What?” she said, her voice raspy.
“Come here.”
“What makes you think I can move?”
He knew what she meant. His legs felt like overcooked spaghetti. Lifting her leg, he slid out from beneath her, turned, and lay on his side so he could see her face. Her closed eyes and parted lips proved their lovemaking had tired her as much as it had him. Several tendrils of blond hair escaped from her braid during the night. He pushed them back from her temple.
“What a great way to start the day,” she said. Those beautiful green eyes opened and she smiled.
Quade returned her smile. “I agree.” He gave her a gentle kiss. “You continue to surprise me.”
“I hope all the surprises are good.”
“Very good.”
Eve propped up on her elbows. “I am starving and I don’t have much to prepare a big breakfast, other than leftover prime rib. How about if we have breakfast at Mona’s? My treat.”
“That sounds good, but I think my clothes are beyond wrinkled.”
Eve glanced over her shoulder at the pile of clothes on the floor. “Oh.” She looked back at him, a sheepish expression on her face. “Sorry. I guess I should’ve hung them up for you.”
“Neither of us were worried about wrinkled clothes last night.” He ran his hand up and down her back. “Let’s go to my house. I have a stocked refrigerator and can make you anything you want. Besides, I need to check on my dogs.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “You have dogs?”
“Two Labs. I know they have plenty of food and water available, but I need to let them out so they can run and take care of business.”
“Are you a good cook?”
“I’m an excellent cook.”
“I need to shower.”
“Tell you what. I’ll write down directions to my house and you come when you’re ready. I’ll go now so I can shower, put on clean clothes, take care of the dogs, and start breakfast.”
“Sold.”
She rose to her knees, which gave Quade an unhindered view of her body. It looked even more magnificent in the daylight. His cock gave an interested twitch and began to harden. He grabbed her hand before she could move off the bed. “I still have one condom left.”
She leaned closer until her nose almost touched his. “Do you have more at your house?”
He nodded.
“I vote we wait and use those.”
She slipped off the bed before he could tighten his grip. “Hey!”
“Breakfast before sex, Quade,” she said as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Easy for you to say,” he muttered. “You don’t have a hard-on.”
He waited until he heard the shower start, then rose and slipped on his wrinkled clothes. Finding a notepad and pen next to the phone, he sat on the edge of the bed and scribbled out the directions to his house. He left the notepad propped against the phone before walking to the bathroom door. The water shut off as he knocked.
“Eve, I left the directions to my house next to your phone.”
The door swung open. Eve stood before him, clutching a thick blue towel between her breasts. Water dripped from her wet hair down her chest and arms. “You can’t leave without kissing me good-bye.”
Quade watched a drop roll down her breast and hang on the end of her nipple. His cock twitched again. “Can I kiss you wherever I want to?”
Her growling stomach answered his question. “Okay, okay, I’ll go cook. Is there anything you don’t like?”
“When it comes to breakfast, I like everything.” Eve stood on her tiptoes, gave him a sweet kiss. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Promise?”
She smiled. “I promise.”
Eve pulled up to a sprawling ranch-style house surrounded by cedar and oak trees. A wide porch ran the full length of the house and down both sides. She assumed it surrounded the entire house. Tables and Adirondack chairs sat in groupings, giving guests plenty of places to relax. The mid-fifties this morning would warm into the low eighties by afternoon … perfect for sitting outside.
She climbed the steps to the front door and pressed the doorbell. Chimes echoed through the house. Only moments passed before the door opened.
Quade smiled. “Hi.”
She returned his smile. “Hi.”
He opened the door wider. “Come in. I’m about to start cooking.”
Eve followed him through a large living room filled with oversized leather furniture. The room screamed masculine. The large windows let in a lot of light, making the room cheery and warm. Very nice and very Quade, but it could do with a few feminine touches, like throw pillows on the co
uch and candle-holders on the mantle above the rock fireplace, maybe some plants here and there. She thought live plants always made a house feel more like a home.
Quade led her into a spacious kitchen with pale tan walls and white trim. Knowing little about different types of wood, she had no idea if the cabinets were made of oak or pine or ash. Their light color blended perfectly with the rest of the kitchen.
“Sit.” He pulled back the center chair of the three at the island. “Coffee just finished brewing. I’ll get a mug for you.”
Eve saw a carton of eggs, a loaf of thick-sliced bread, and a package of ham on the counter. Her stomach gurgled happily at the sight. “French toast and ham?”
“Yep.” He set the mug, a container of half-and-half, and a spoon in front of her. “Do you approve?”
“I do. How fast can you cook?”
He grinned. “As fast as possible. How’s that?”
Quade turned and began preparing breakfast. Eve studied him while he cracked eggs into a bowl and used a whisk to make them frothy. He wore a burgundy T-shirt and jeans so faded as to appear almost white. They molded to his very fine ass and thighs.
A low heat burned in her belly. She should’ve agreed to using that third condom this morning.
To get her mind off sex, Eve changed the subject. “Where are your dogs?”
“Outside. They let me pet them for about six seconds before they took off to explore.”
“How much land do you own?”
“Ten acres. A seasonal creek cuts through my land about three hundred yards from the house. With the rain we had last week, there might even be a little water in it.” He glanced at her over his shoulder. “It’s a nice walk, if you’re interested.”
It sounded lovely. “I’d like that.”
He laid slices of ham in a skillet, then dipped the thick bread slices into the egg mixture and placed them in another skillet. Soon the scent of food filled the air. Eve’s stomach gurgled again. “Can I help?”
“You can get plates and silverware for us.” He motioned toward one of the cabinet doors. “Plates are in there, silverware in the drawer. I have cloth napkins in the buffet in the dining room if you’d rather use them than paper towels.”