by Cathryn Fox
He heard the sheets rustle and her arms moved beneath them. Unable to help himself, he visualized her putting her hands on her body, her breasts, between her legs. His cock swelled. Christ, he should have released the pressure in the shower. She made a sexy noise and the mattress dipped near him as she shimmied closer.
With her body only inches from his, his rock hard cock screamed at him to do something, like climb over her body and impale her until he gave them what they both wanted. He groaned in frustration, using every ounce of strength he possessed to keep his hands to himself. Okay, he needed to get the fuck out of her bed and he needed to do it now.
Walk away, Garrett, just walk away.
“Where didn’t I touch you?”
Ah, fuck.
She rolled onto her back as his fingers crept across the mattress. When he reached her stomach, he brushed her flesh lightly, drawing small circles over her abdomen with his thumb. He listened to her breathing change, become more erratic, and he fought valiantly to keep his shit together.
Her hand closed over his. “Here,” she said, as she guided his palm to her breasts. “You didn’t touch me here,” she purred, her sultry invitation smashing his resolve in seconds flat.
As soon as he felt her soft breast encased in his large palm, he gulped air and despite lecturing himself earlier, every fiber of his being was ready to give in to temptation. She was so needy, so hot for him that all he could think about was giving her a good long fuck until she trembled in his arms, until they both walked away satisfied.
“What are you doing, Tallulah?” he asked, understanding they both knew he’d never touch her breasts in public, and this game she was playing had nothing to do with the charade.
“I just want to make sure we don’t blow this,” she answered, the want—no, the need—he heard in her voice snapping his last vestige of control.
With rational thought obliterated, his brain shut down, and that’s when primal instincts took over.
“And you think if I touch you here now,” he asked, lightly caressing the soft pad of his thumb over her nipples until they formed tight peaks, “that it will help?”
She gave a broken gasp and pressed against him, her hot breath tickling the fine hair on his neck and fragmenting his thoughts. “I think it’s a good start.”
He stroked the underside of her breast and her eyes glimmered with dark sensuality. Struggling to think, to form a rational sentence he asked, “Where else do you think I should touch you?”
In a bold move that both surprised and excited him, she grabbed his hand and pushed it downward.
Following her direction, he slid his hand lower until he reached her bellybutton. Stroking her stomach through his cotton T-shirt, he asked, “Here? You think it will help if I touch you here?”
“I don’t think it can hurt,” she murmured, her body burning up beneath his hands. He splayed his fingers over her stomach and held her down while he shifted closer, until his cock pressed insistently against her leg.
Her small gasp prompted him into action and even though some small coherent part of his brain told him this was a bad idea, his brain was no longer calling the shots. He slipped his hand under her shirt, and when he caught the tang of her arousal, felt the heat of her flesh, his mouth watered for a taste.
The softness of her skin, the sweet perfumed scent of her firm body, engulfed him as he trailed his fingers over her sides, shaping her contours as he dipped lower and lower. He skimmed her pubis and briefly closed his eyes against the flood of heat.
“What about here, Peaches?” he whispered with effort. “Do you think I should touch you here?”
In a voice full of want, she murmured, “I think it would be a good idea. You know, for the ruse.”
Without preamble, he threw back the sheet and went up on his knees, crawling between her legs. In the moonlight, her eyes dimmed with desire, making her look so damn sexy. He gripped her thighs and spread them. With the tips of his finger, he skimmed her silken flesh, allowing her seductive scent to singe his nerve endings. Too far gone to stop himself now, he ran his hand higher and higher until he came perilously close to her sweet spot.
Knowing he needed to slow down before he ravaged her caveman style, he drew a centering breath. “Are you sure, Tallulah?” he asked and when she nodded, he ran his fingers under the skimp of material along her hips, until he reached the lace band on her pubis. He gripped the material, shifted to the side, and slid her panties down her legs, prolonging the seduction in an effort to make her as crazy as she was making him.
He slipped them off and as he climbed back between her legs, he dangled the panties around his index finger. “Mmmm, pink. My favorite color.”
Taking them to a whole new level of intimacy, he ran his finger along the soft seam covering the spot his mouth craved the most, inching her pussy lips open until her pretty pink sex was exposed. He went back on his heels and perused her body.
“Jesus, Tallulah, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His mouth went dry as he stared long and hard, taking his sweet time to commit every inch of her to memory.
Taking pleasure in the sensual sight before him, his fingers widened her sex even more. When their glances met and locked, he asked, “What about here, Peaches? Should I touch you here?”
The first furtive brush over her clit had her hips coming off the bed. “Yes,” she cried out, arousal edging her voice as her hands tangled around his neck. “Definitely there.”
Christ, he loved how she responded to him. So eager. So open. So damn pliable in his arms.
His body tightened, and no longer able to ignore his craving, he lightly brushed her wet pussy, stroking all the way from the bottom to the top as he climbed up her body, pulling the T-shirt up to free her beautiful breasts. Pinning her beneath him, his lips crashed down on hers. Her mouth opened and he kissed her long and deep. His tongue sweeping inside to mate with hers before he buried his face in the soft crook of her neck.
He ran his lips over her sensitive flesh, then grabbed her hands to pin them above her head, the way he’d fantasized when he caught her reading that damn book. Once he had her captive beneath him, he turned his attention to her perfect breasts, her pale pink nipples to be specific. With little finesse and much greed, he drew one hard bud into his mouth, relishing the feel and texture as he laved her with the tip of his tongue. He circled her velvety areola, then sucked and nibbled until she began writhing like a wanton woman.
“Garrett,” she cried out, her body moving, craving so much more.
“Yeah?” he asked. “What is it? Do you think I should put my mouth somewhere else?”
“Yes, please,” she answered, the hunger in her voice raising his passion to new heights.
He freed one of her hands. “Show me where,” he said, needing in the most desperate ways for her to not only take—but demand—what she wanted.
Without speaking she pushed on his shoulder until his mouth was inches from her pussy.
“That’s a girl,” he said, and since he craved to taste the sweetness between her legs, she didn’t have to ask him twice. He better positioned himself, stopping to tease her bellybutton before reaching the hot apex of her legs.
He caught a glimpse of her pussy glistening in the moonlight, her lips damp from passion. His cock pulsed in response. “Baby, you are so fucking hot and wet that you’ve got me right there.”
“Please, Garrett,” she begged and with that he pressed his mouth to her sex.
He licked deep, tasting every inch of her, then glanced heavenward. His nostrils flared and he shook his head in sheer agony. Peaches…oh sweet fuck, she tasted just like peaches. She was going to be the death of him yet.
Turning his attention back to the woman beneath him, he lightly brushed her clit before inserting a finger, and when he felt her close around him, her walls so tight, he pinched his eyes shut and worked to hang on. His cock ached, throbbing to be inside her as he plunged his finger deeper, slowly building h
er orgasm as he brushed her g-spot.
He thumbed her clit, using slow torturous circles. Tallulah moaned without censor as her body tightened under his erotic assault, letting him know she was close, so close.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, loving the way she came apart for him.
She gripped his head and arched into him, her sexy moves conveying without words what she needed, how much she liked what he was doing to her.
His body vibrated as her pleasure resonated through him and while he never left a woman unsatisfied, giving this sweet thing everything she needed suddenly became more important than breathing. With her pleasures paramount, he increased the pressure on her g-spot, and tapped her clit, the duel assault eliciting a violent shudder from her.
Jesus…
He could feel the tension escalating inside her, and her body began quaking, trembling with the hot, hard approach of an orgasm.
Giving her no reprieve as he took her to the precipice, he made a slow pass with his tongue, eager to rock her world. She began panting, moisture breaking out on her skin. Her pussy clenched around his finger, and the urgency, the desperation in her eyes when they met his, did strange things to his gut.
He pushed another finger inside her, and the fit was so deliciously tight he questioned how he’d ever get his cock in her. She threw her head back and cried, her body responding with a hot flow of release. She shuddered beneath his ministrations, her hot cream dripping over his hand as she came undone. Desperate for another taste, he leaned forward and licked her, burying his mouth between her legs and drinking her in until her body stopped trembling.
After a long time he sat back on his heels to look at her. He lightly petted her sex, keeping her warm and ready until he could fill her with his cock. When he saw how open she was for him, her body spread and welcoming as her eyes moved over him with desire, he found himself yearning for things he knew better than to long for.
Christ, she was simply amazing, not at all worried about how she sounded or looked while he brought her to orgasm with his mouth and hands. Instead she completely handed her pleasures over to him, comfortable in her own skin and trusting him implicitly with her body. She might be inexperienced but damned if she wasn’t the most sensual woman he’d ever been with.
“Tallulah,” he whispered with effort.
She gave a soft sigh of contentment. “Yeah.”
“I changed my mind.” When confusion darkened her expression, he said, “I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Wanting nothing more than to run her hands over his magnificent body, to kiss him all over and take his hard cock into her mouth so she could pleasure him in the same manner as he’d pleasured her, she tugged on his boxers. He quickly tore them off and everything in the way he responded to her seduction, to the way he stroked her with expertise, had her shedding all her inhibitions and enjoying this for what it was—one wild night of passion with a sexy soldier who knew his way around a woman’s body. She was right about one thing, Garrett was definitely the guy to give her what she craved, what she’d been fantasizing about for far too long now.
Feeling bolder than she ever had in her life, and loving the effect her blatant seduction had on him, she pushed on his chest until he was flat out on the bed beside her, hers to do with as she pleased.
Truthfully, everything in what she was doing was uncharacteristic of her. While she was uncertain at first, worried her seduction might make her look foolish, once she set things in to motion, bending over like Kat had suggested, there was no turning back. Perhaps the big city had changed her after all. Or perhaps there was something about this man, something about the hungry way he looked at her, lusted after her, touched her and kissed her, that made her feel bold, brazen. Wanton.
And she couldn’t forget the way he encouraged her to show him what she wanted, never making her feel foolish at all. In fact, not only did he make her feel comfortable and sexy in the role of aggressor, he made her feel empowered. Damned if she didn’t like that.
Either way, she was glad she pushed herself past her comfort zone and went for what she wanted. And who knew she could be so naughty, playing on their ruse to get him to touch her. A brilliant move on her part, she might add. Kat might have pointed her in the right direction but once she started down that path, and gave herself over to what she wanted, the rest came natural to her.
She climbed over him, her body already craving him again as she straddled him from above.
“And where do you suggest I put my hands?” she asked, loving this game they were playing.
He gripped her wrists and tugged until she was draped over him, her breasts crushed against his hard chest, her mouth inches from his.
“Everywhere,” he murmured, need making his voice raspy.
Her mouth met his and she ran her hands through his mussed hair, then palmed his shoulders, taking immense pleasure in the feel of his muscled hardness. Between her legs she could feel his huge erection pressing against her wet seam, and her body vibrated, aching to feel him deep inside.
She broke the kiss and shimmied downward to feather her lips over his chest. Inhaling deeply, she breathed him in, savoring the clean scent of his recently showered skin. Her lips skimmed his stomach, and she could feel his cock pulse beneath her breasts.
She took his cock into her hands, lightly running her fingers over him. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that prompted her in to action. She widened her lips to accommodate his girth, then inclined her head to feed his beautiful cock into her mouth, stopping when she could take no more.
His breath came in a rush, and she heard his throat work as he swallowed.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured as she began moving her head, sliding him in and out of her mouth. “That feels so fucking good.”
He pitched forward when she lapped at the juices dripping from his crown, taking her time to savor every delectable drop.
She positioned herself over one of his legs, and began moving, rocking, grinding her clit against him as her body burned up. Drinking in his saltiness, she moaned and worked her tongue over him. She rained kisses over his length, licking and sucking until his muscles bunched and clenched with the approach of release.
“You’ve got me right there, baby.”
His hands gripped her head and followed the motion and she could feel the raw hunger, the urgency rising in him. Knowing he’d reached the point of no return, she slipped her hand lower to cup and massage his balls, then slid her tongue along the length of him, encouraging him to give himself over to the pleasure. His whole body trembled and taking her by surprise, he gripped her shoulders to pull her to him.
“I need to be inside you,” he said a frantic edge to his voice. “Now.” The intensity in his eyes when they met hers was as frightening as it was exciting.
Without waiting for her response he pushed her onto her back and widened her legs, taking full control of the situation. His nostrils flared as he reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. After quickly sheathing himself, he climbed between her legs. He slipped a hand between them and stroked her pussy.
“Open for me, sweetheart.”
Tallulah widened her legs even more, granting him better access. After nestling deep, he rubbed his cock along the length of her crevice before positioning it at her opening.
He lowered his body until the bulk of his weight was on her, and it occurred to her how much she liked being pinned beneath him. He gripped her hair, and his mouth found hers as his crown breached her opening. When their breaths mingled, she whimpered and moved restlessly, her actions telling him what she wanted.
“I need to take this slow,” he growled, and she could sense he was struggling to restrain himself as he pressed down harder on her body to still her.
Undeterred, she gyrated, and thrust her hips upward, driving him in another inch and hungering for him in ways that shocked her. “Maybe I don’t want it slow.”
“Jesus. If you keep that u
p I’ll be done before I even begin, and you’re not ready for me. Not yet.” He slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked her clit to prepare her.
The touch of his deft finger on her engorged cleft nearly did her in. She moaned, and ran her hands over his back. “If you keep that up, I’ll be done before we begin too.”
The heat in his eyes licked over her. “Jesus, I love how wet you are for me.”
She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, forcing him in another inch. “That’s because I’m desperate to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, then squeezed his eyes like he was fighting an internal war, but when she said, “I want it hard,” he pulled his cock out almost completely. For a moment she worried he was having second thoughts, then in one quick thrust he plunged deep, slamming her down on the bed and giving her what she asked for.
At that first sweet stab of pleasure a gasp ripped from her lungs and she wrapped her arms around him to hold on for the ride. He stayed still for a moment as his fullness stretched her apart, filling her in a ways she’d never been filled before.
She shifted, encouraging him to move and in no time at all he began pumping. Tallulah threaded her fingers through his hair, her body opening for him, eager for Garrett to take them both where they desperately needed to go.
“So good,” she murmured as his groin pounded against hers. The crescendo of their union seared her nerve endings and somewhere in the back of her mind, some small part of her warned that after one night with him, she might never be the same again.
With his passion matching hers, he kissed her mouth hungrily and the heat in his eyes licked over her flesh as he burrowed deeper. She met each thrust, the sweet friction increasing the tension in her body.
She scraped her nails over him, never having experienced such raw need before. Honestly she was completely overwhelmed with the things this man made her feel, made her want.
Breathing labored, and moisture sealing their bodies together, he buried his face in her neck while one hand went to her aching breast. She arched into his touch, so delirious with pleasure she could barely see straight.