by Ann Jacobs
He lowered his head, drew one nipple into his mouth and suckled. With his tongue he bathed the tiny bud, coaxed it to elongate and throb in his mouth while he lightly pinched her other nipple to attention between his thumb and two fingers.
Fully erect again inside her now, he began moving, slowly and easily. So slowly he thought he’d explode. But this time was for her. He wanted to give her the kind of loving he’d never given a woman before, to drive her mindless with need this time before pushing her over the edge. He needed to be the best she’d ever had.
What was he thinking? He was the only man she’d ever had. The only one she would ever have if he had his way. Tony clamped down on his own raging need to possess her, concentrated on giving her all he had to give.
He suckled and rocked his hips in an easy rhythm, concentrating on sensation. The taste of her skin, slightly salty yet sweet. Her little moans of pleasure that built until she shouted his name in ecstasy when he made her come time and time again. The sounds of their wet flesh slapping together.
The musky-sweet scent of sex and sweat that filled his nostrils formed one hell of a powerful aphrodisiac. Krissy milked his cock with inner muscles in a pussy so tight, so hot, it made him want to crawl inside and never come out. He wanted to kiss her there, play homage to her pussy the way he’d never particularly enjoyed doing with any other woman.
He shivered when a burst of air-conditioned air greeted his cock when he pulled out of her hot, tight cunt. When he grazed her nipple with a tooth, he bathed it with his tongue in silent apology. Kissing every inch of soft, tender flesh he encountered, he slid down her body, nibbling at her inner thighs as he spread her swollen outer lips with his fingers.
Her pussy was slick and hot. Dusky rose in the pale light from the window. The tiny nub of her clit stood proud, glistened with her sweet love juices. He blew on it, watched it swell as if it sensed what pleasure he was about to give. Pointing his tongue, he flicked it over her. Her body gave an involuntary jerk, as if the highly intimate contact shocked her.
“Easy, love. You’ll like this.” He flicked her again, then blew on her as he spread her legs farther apart with his hands.
“No.”
He wouldn’t let her embarrassment deter him. “Yes.” He took her clit fully in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. At the same time sank two fingers inside her, moved them in and out slowly, then faster and harder as he felt the pressure build inside her.
“Tony, don’t…don’t stop.” She writhed beneath him.
He had to take her over the edge before she drove him mad. His balls about to burst, he reached up with one hand and caressed her breast, then pinched the nipple and tugged lightly on it as he kept up the sensual assault on her pussy.
“Oh, God. Tony!”
Let it go, baby.
He didn’t stop until she started to shudder. Then he ripped open another condom wrapper, discarded the used one, and protected her again before sinking into her sopping cunt. Three hard strokes and he came while she still trembled with aftershocks from her own fierce orgasm.
When he could move again, he rolled to his side, holding her close enough that he could hear her heart pounding in perfect rhythm with his own.
A rhythm not so different from what he wanted to find with Kristine in every area of their lives. One he couldn’t help believing could happen, if he could help expand her understanding of life sufficiently to see not only strangers, but him and their relationship, in the shades of gray he sensed she’d just begun to comprehend.
* * * * *
Kristine blinked, unused to the morning sun assaulting her sleepy eyes. Yawning, she rolled over and feasted her gaze on Tony.
She loved him.
His lightly furred chest rose and fell with each soft breath. His jaw bristly with dark stubble, his mouth slightly open, he lay with his magnificent body sprawled out over a sheet Kristine noted was deep blue, not black as she had thought last night. Even totally relaxed as he was, he projected an aura of power, strength.
Apparently he needed no covers. Her cheeks turned warm when she thought about the heat they’d generated hours earlier. When she slid the top sheet up to shield her bare breasts, they tingled at the contact with the silky cotton. His lips had felt even softer, his tongue like warm, moist velvet when he’d suckled her there. With exquisite care, he had nipped her with his teeth, set her on fire and made her wet with wanting him.
Then he’d given her the most intimate kiss of all. The memory made her cheeks burn, even as it set off an ache between her legs. She felt moisture build inside her again, as though her body remembered and longed for more of the pleasure he’d so generously bestowed.
She sat up, looking her fill at Tony as he lay there, sound asleep. When she skimmed a hand over his flat abdomen, even when she found and caressed his small flat nipples with gentle fingers, he didn’t stir.
Bolder now, she bent and teased one nipple with her tongue. His body jerked, but when she glanced up she found his eyes still closed, his facial muscles slack beneath his morning beard stubble.
She cupped his penis with both hands, and it came immediately to attention. Before her eyes it grew and hardened, as though it had a will of its own.
“See something you like?”
When she looked into his sleepy, oh-so-sexy gaze and felt as though she’d melt into a boneless heap, she knew she wanted him not just now but for keeps.
“Yes, I do.” She ran a finger over the blunt tip of his penis, was rewarded when she coaxed out a drop of pearly fluid she had an almost uncontrollable urge to taste.
“How about we save the city’s water and shower together?”
The thought of running her soapy hands all over him, of him stroking her from head to toe while needles of warm water pounded against their bodies made her inner muscles clench with anticipation.
“Sounds like fun,” she said, giving his enthusiastic penis one last caress before rising and holding out her hand.
This morning she felt no shyness when he raked her naked body with a heated, appreciative gaze. After all, they’d been as intimate as a man and a woman could get, and her newly greedy libido looked forward to much more of the same.
* * * * *
“Don’t look at me like that, honey,” Tony muttered after they’d played in the shower and breakfasted on the juice, cheese omelet, and dry cereal that had been all they could rustle up from the supplies in his understocked kitchen.
He found shaving damn near suicidal when all he could think about was tumbling Krissy back into bed and fucking her until neither of them could move. She wasn’t helping him any, perched as she was on the edge of the vanity so she could watch.
He nicked his chin with the razor when he looked away from the mirror to see if his white terrycloth robe had slipped far enough off her shoulders to reveal her gorgeous breasts. It had.
“Damn it, Krissy, do you have to sit there and watch me?” he grumbled.
“Why do you need to shave today? Your five o’clock shadow is cute.”
The robe lost its battle with gravity and slid onto the bathroom floor. In self-defense, Tony set the razor down and grabbed Kristine by the shoulders.
“Because, sweetheart, if I don’t shave, my five o’clock shadow as you call it will feel like sandpaper and do your pretty skin about the same sort of damage.” He slid a hand between her legs and stroked her warm, damp pussy. “You wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after I got done with you.”
She blushed all over, the bright red stain on her cheeks paling to a rosy glow that spread from neck to toe. “Really?”
“Really. Now get out of here and let me finish or I’m likely to cut my own throat.”
She sauntered out, her cute little butt swinging as if to taunt him for tossing her out. Imagining her stretched out on his bed in the next room didn’t make his hand any too steady, but he managed to finish scraping off his beard.
When he walked in the bedroom and saw her sitti
ng cross-legged in the middle of his bed, stark naked but for the lascivious look in those big blue-green eyes that reminded him of the Gulf on a stormy day, he postponed the plans he’d made to spend the morning sorting out evidence to present at Ezra Ruggles’ new trial.
He’d be damned if he could recall a time he’d let his hormones overrule his brain, but Krissy had a way of making him as hot as though he were a horny teenager who’d just discovered the joys of sex.
He’d make her pay for distracting him—tease her and taunt her and make her beg. This time when he opened his nightstand drawer, he felt inside for not only a condom but …there they were, right where he’d stashed them when he’d moved in.
“What’s that?” Krissy asked, her eyes wide when she spied the silk scarves dangling from his fingertips.
“Scarves. Four of them. It’s payback time,” he told her, dragging the loose ends across her breasts, her belly, then down one long gorgeous leg until it pooled around a slender ankle.
“Payback?”
“Yeah. Payback for keeping me so horny I can’t think about anything but crawling in this bed and fucking you when I ought to be putting together a case. But trust me. You’ll love this. I’m going to get you so damn hot that you’ll understand what you’ve been putting me through ever since we met.” Quickly he looped the scarves around her ankles and wrists, securing the other ends to the four corners of the bed.
“Tony?”
“Relax. This is a game. Do you trust me?”
She hesitated, then smiled. “I think so.”
“Okay. Close your eyes and just…enjoy.” He bent and traced the seam of her soft pink lips with his tongue, then straightened and used his fingertips to coax her eyelids into submission.
She lay vulnerable, beautifully helpless and at his mercy. Her long eyelashes, dark considering her pale hair, lay in lacy patterns against soft, flushed cheeks he now caressed. His balls tightened painfully when he traced the sunlight that poured through slats in the window blinds, over the delicate lines of her jaw and throat…one turgid nipple…the belly he imagined swollen with their child.
Squirming, as though aroused by his slightest touch, she tugged against the soft restraints.
“Easy, baby. Just lie back and enjoy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
He slid one hand into a mink mitten and rubbed the soft fur along the path his fingers had taken, while dipping his head between her splayed legs and blowing on her sopping pussy. Brushing aside her pubic curls with his tongue, he exposed her clit and caught it between his teeth while brushing the fur over her rock-hard little nipples.
She arched her back and moaned. “Oh, Tony…that feels so…incredible.”
“Thought you’d like it,” he murmured against her hot, drenched cunt as he moved his gloved hand lower to cup her mound. “What do you want now?”
“You. Inside me. Please.”
He wanted that, too. And more. He wanted her so desperate she’d forget her high-society manners and beg him to fuck her. Plead for his cock. “You want this?” he asked as he inserted one finger into her dripping cunt and slid it in and out.
She tried to arch her hips, but the scarves held her practically immobile. “Not your finger. You.”
“Not yet, baby. Squeeze my finger. Show me how much you want my cock in your beautiful cunt.” With the fur mitten, he stroked her swollen clit.
Her whole body stiffened, but when she squeezed his finger he rewarded her by inserting another and speeding up the rhythm. “Better?” he asked.
“No. I need you. Please.”
“You’ve got me.” His aching cock said otherwise.
“I want…”
“All you have to do is tell me, baby. Tell me what part of me you want.”
“Your…your penis. I want your penis.”
He couldn’t help laughing at her exasperated tone. But he couldn’t resist pushing her a little further. “Is that the best you can do? You sound like my doctor—or my old biology prof.”
“Whatever. Just put it inside me and make love to me. Fuck me,” she amended as though she’d suddenly remembered that’s what he’d promised earlier to do.
But he still wanted to break down the last of her maidenly reticence. “With what? What do you want inside your sopping little cunt?”
“Your cock!” she said in a tone that hinted she’d have whacked him one if she hadn’t been tied up. “Please quit teasing me and give it to me.”
He discarded the mitten and slipped on a condom. Then he lay between her legs and entered her. “Better?” he asked once he’d sunk to his balls in her wet heat.
His ability to speak diminished as the pressure built, with each withdrawal and every succeeding deep, slow thrust. The way she thrashed and moaned and squeezed his cock in her tight, wet cunt was playing hell with his ability to hold back, but it was obvious it wasn’t going to take her long.
“Oh, yessss. Tony, I’m coming,” she yelled before he’d taken six good strokes.
But he wasn’t far behind, coming hard and fast inside her while tears ran down her cheeks and her orgasmic convulsions still surrounded him.
Maybe now they both could get some work done, he thought as he untied her a few minutes later. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Like what?” Her broad smile hinted that she knew exactly what he meant.
“Being made to be the hot woman you are. Having to let go the prissy airs folks must have been drilling into your head since you were a baby.”
“I like making love with…I mean fucking with you…a lot.”
And that had to be the next best thing to her loving him, Tony thought. But he’d keep it light for now.
“Me, too. The fucking and the making love. Come on, maybe now we can get some of that work accomplished before we head back in here.” He got up and held out his hand.
* * * * *
“Damn.” Later Tony leaned back in his desk chair and closed his eyes. How had he missed the inconsistencies in Bill Claxton’s testimony when he’d first gone through the transcript from Ezra’s original trial?
Kristine looked up from whatever it was she was doing on her laptop computer. “What’s wrong?”
“Something here doesn’t make sense. I’m going to have to go talk to this guy who impeached Ezra’s alibi five years ago before I decide whether I want to put him on the stand at the retrial.”
“Why go to him? Why not just depose him here?”
When she uncrossed her legs, Tony tried not to think about the fact she was naked except for the oversize sweatshirt that matched the pants he wore.
“Because Bill Claxton, the witness in question, is in Starke, doing ten to twenty at the Raiford Penitentiary for grand theft auto. It seems he got caught running a chop shop a couple of years ago.”
She smiled. “I’d think the man’s character would be fairly easy to impugn.”
“Yeah. But I don’t want to leave anything to chance. If I’d been more concerned with justice and less with furthering my own career at the time his mother told me what she’d done, Ezra would be a free man by now.”
“You shouldn’t beat yourself up. You had no way of knowing Ezra’s mother would die before you came back to Tampa.” Setting the laptop on the sofa, Kristine moved behind Tony’s chair and rested her hands on his shoulders.
God, but she had dynamite legs. And an uncanny ability to make him obsess about how easy it would be to loosen the drawstring of his sweats, lift her onto his lap, and bury his cock deep inside her.
He sighed and leaned back, needing the human connection she offered. “No, but that doesn’t make me feel less responsible, or any less angry that Wells is insisting on trying Ezra again. I should at least have gotten someone to take the woman’s affidavit, as soon as she told me she’d helped to set Ezra up.”
“Couldn’t you put yourself on the witness stand and testify as to what the woman told you?”
Tony shook his head. “If I were Wel
ls, I’d object.”
“On what grounds?”
“Hearsay.”
“What about arguing deathbed confession?”
“That might work, except that Marva Jean didn’t know she was dying when she told me her story, and what she said had nothing to do with the circumstances of her death.”
Kristine sighed. “You have a point. Is Mr. Wells going to handle the prosecution himself, or has he assigned it to Andi or one of the other senior prosecutors?” She turned him around in his chair and started massaging his chest, working knots out of his pecs.
“He hasn’t assigned the case, as far as I know. My guess is, he’ll prosecute himself if he’s sure of winning, give it to somebody else if it looks as if the State’s going to lose.”
“You two hate each other, don’t you?”
Tony shrugged. “Harper Wells isn’t one of my favorite people. He’s the consummate political animal, and I’m not into politics. I wouldn’t say I hate him, though.”
“He seems out to get you.” Kristine paused, as if deciding whether to say more. “He makes it clear he doesn’t think much of your methods of defense,” she finally added.
“You’re a master of understatement, honey. Ever since I won a couple of cases against him when I first got out of law school, he’s had it in for me. The man can’t stand to lose. At one time or another, he’s done everything from trying to catch me tampering with judges and juries to hinting I should be skinned alive for daring to rise above my humble roots.”
“Humble roots?” Kristine smiled, and she spread her arms wide as if to encompass the pricey trappings in Tony’s even pricier condo. “You?”
He should tell her the whole story now, he knew. But he couldn’t, yet, not when she seemed inclined to consider that his defending the occasional sociopath didn’t necessarily paint him with his nefarious clients’ stripes.
He’d just introduced her to sex. Their relationship was new, fragile. Tony told himself he needed time to develop a strong foundation for the long-term partnership he had in mind. He’d wait until he was certain he’d won that crucial battle. Then, after he was certain she loved him for the man he had become, he’d spring the news that his old man had been a convicted murderer.