Couture Love

by Fields, MJ

  And I follow … Of course I follow.

  “You mentioned the stars,” he says, reaching into the vehicle. “You a fan of stargazing?”

  “I think they’re beautiful, but I’m really not all that knowledgeable. You?”

  He steps back as he drapes a blanket over his arm, and then he reaches in to grab something else. “When I was a kid, my mother used to make up stories about the stars. She loved the cosmos. After she died, I took an interest in learning a little more about them.”

  My hand goes to my heart. “I’m so sorry, Eric.”

  He steps back, two bottles of water in his hand, and lifts a shoulder. “I was five. It’s been a long time.”

  I nod, unsure of what to say. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose a parent.

  “Really, the only thing I remember is her reading to me and looking at the stars.” He smiles as he hands me the water. “I’m not trying to gain your sympathy to get my face between your legs, not my style.”

  Dear Lord, this man …

  “I didn’t take it as such.”

  He winks. “I know, but I don’t want to point it in that direction. Back to the stars.” He hits the key fob, and the trunk closes. “Autumn is the best time”—he stops and looks me up and down before continuing—“to see many of the zodiac constellations. Aquarius, Aries, Pisces …” He throws the big blue blanket around his back like a cape as he steps behind me and wraps his arms and the blanket around me, too. “Better?”

  I nod. “Yes, thank you.”

  “Definitely my pleasure,” he says, holding me tighter. “I bet you’re an earth sign.”

  I laugh as we walk toward the beach. “You think?”

  “I do.” He chuckles, his lips against my hair.

  “What makes you think so?”

  He stops us and squats down behind me. With his hand on my ankle, he lifts my foot and takes off one of my saddles. “You dealt with Toad’s shit. A fire sign would have bitten his head off. An air sign would have been too damn gentle.” He takes my other sandal off then sets them both beside me. Then I watch him take his loafers off and place one on each side of my shoes. It strikes me as odd. “Earth signs are honest, grounded, real. I’m pretty damn sure I’m right.”

  He is.

  He wraps his big hands around my ankles and so very slowly moves them up my legs, pushing my dress up with them sensually, seductively. His grip is gentle, but the hot bursts of his breath against the skin he’s exposing, inch by inch, tells me he’s demonstrating control, while I’m losing mine.

  When he reaches my hips, he turns me around and looks up at me. “Are you an earth sign?”

  I nod, unable to speak, because my throat is so thick with desire that I’m afraid of how needy I will sound.

  “I’m a water sign. And Autumn, I’m so fucking thirsty.” He rubs his nose across my pretty red panties and inhales. “Let me make you come.”

  Three

  Autumn

  “You smell so fucking good,” he groans as he nuzzles my panties.

  I’m so glad I wore the red ones.

  “Eric …” falls out in a whisper of fevered anticipation as he pulls at the silky fabric with his teeth while looking up at me, as if he’s seeking permission … once again.

  Releasing them, he runs his hands up the back of my thighs, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm touch. Then his touch stalls and intensifies on my ass. “Is this off limits? Does it break your rules?”

  I release a held-in and heavy, wanton breath while answering, “Typically.”

  “But we aren’t typical,” he fills in the figurative blank with his acknowledgement of what he and I are in such a short amount of time.

  I shake my head in answer as I push his thick hair back from his blue eyes, hoping the moonlight allows me to see the heat in them … and not impartial duty.

  Heat, unquestionable heat, and hunger.

  “Good, because I like you, too.” Squeezing my ass, he pulls me closer, buries his face in the silk fabric, and then rubs his nose up and down my panties, causing such surreal sensations.

  I grip his silky locks. God, his hair is so soft.

  When he looks up, I wonder if I got carried away, which seems to be the theme for the night.

  “You need this as much as I do, sweetheart.” Pushing my panties aside, he licks my bare, heated flesh.

  My knees buckle and a moan escapes me as he licks me, parts me, and pushes his tongue into me.

  “Yes!” I cry softly.

  He growls, and the vibration from his chest flows to his lips and against me as he inhales deeply, tasting me again and again until …

  “I think … I think …” I try to form words to stop him, yet I don’t want him to stop as warmth fills my belly and the pulsing between my legs intensifies.

  He pushes a finger—no, two—inside of me.

  “Oh God!”

  He works me with his fingers, hitting that spot, that spot, that …

  “Yes! Oh God, yes.”

  He sweeps his tongue over my clit then sucks on it, pulling out an orgasm that comes from the place it has been hiding for months—no, years—no, a lifetime—from me.

  “Oh God!” I cry, my head falling back, tightening my grip on his hair as I come on a man’s tongue for the first time.

  His licks lighten, and his fingers slow as he allows me to fall apart on his mouth, his tongue …

  Oh God, I am grinding on his face … but I don’t care and, apparently, neither does he, because he’s right there with me, allowing me … hell, encouraging me to ride it out, savor it as he savors my taste and scent … So, I come, watching millions of beautiful, twinkling stars.

  I close my eyes as he continues licking me slowly, almost in synch with my now decelerating heartbeat.

  It’s awkward. So awkward, because I have no idea where to go from here.

  It’s almost like he knows what is going through my head, because he stops.

  Shit, I think as I open one eye and cautiously glance down at him.

  He’s wearing a smirk.

  In a post-orgasmic state, I’m slow at finding words.

  What does one say to a stranger who doesn’t seem to be one … who just gave me the best oral sex of my life?

  Thank you?

  Inadequate.

  Fortunately, he’s not waiting for a response.

  He stands slowly, lifting his hands from my ass and resting them on my hips as he continues looking at me with sexy contentment … amusement … Whatever it is, it’s … naughty.

  “I’ve never had my face fucked like that before.”

  I feel my face heat as I try to figure out how to respond. “Well, I … um—”

  “I can’t wait for it to be done … vertically.”

  “Oh?” My eyes widen.

  “I want you to ride my face like a bicycle.” He winks. “But without a helmet.”

  I feel a smile creeping up.

  “Because we’re breaking all the rules, Autumn.”

  He kisses me again. Lips covering mine, pulling at them, sucking, nipping; hands again on my ass, pulling me closer as he grinds against my belly.

  My hands find his hair again. I love his hair. It’s messy and soft. Such a huge, and I mean huge, contradiction to what’s grinding against me.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he pulls away quickly and turns his back to me.

  “Did I bite you? I sometimes bite and—”

  “No.” He turns back around, adjusting himself. “But fuck, that’s hot.”

  He’s looking at my mouth, and I realize my tongue is … gasming again. I snap my mouth shut.

  He runs his hand through his hair. “Never in my life have I been so turned on by anyone like I am you.”

  “But you stopped.” I motion between us. “You stopped … this.”

  “I’m fighting the urge to devour you and doing something you’ll never fucking forget.”

  “I’ll never forget being consumed on the beach
, in the moonlight, underneath the sta—”

  He reaches out, grabs my hand, and twirls me around, pulling my back to his chest, one hand gripping my hip. “You need more.”

  I’m not sure I can handle more. My legs are shaking, and the pulse between my legs isn’t as powerful as it was, but it’s still present and growing more intense the closer we get.

  He walks us closer to the edge of the water, grabbing the blanket that we dropped as we pass it. He kisses the back of my head before letting go of me and fanning the blanket out on the sand. Then Eric turns and takes my hand. “Join me.”

  “We’re going to do it right here on the beach?”

  He smiles, dazzling me again. “I’m going to share the stars with you.” He takes my hand and leads me to the middle of the blanket. Releasing my hand, he then sits down, spreading his legs and patting the spot between them. “Come.”

  Come …

  When I sit down, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.

  “What do you know about the stars?”

  Not much, I think. However, I don’t say that. I believe he’s trying to impress me.

  He already has.

  “I know they’re beautiful.”

  He chuckles softly as he kisses the side of my head. “For ten hours, I dreaded finding myself back here, but it only took moments to find beauty in this place, maybe for the first time in my life.”

  I glance over my shoulder, expecting a playful smile. That’s not what I get. He’s very serious.

  “You made it so.”

  I find myself grinning, basking in the light that comes from his eyes, his raw sensuality. “I’d rather look at you than the stars.”

  He smiles, a genuine, almost innocent smile.

  “Damn,” he whispers as he shakes his head slowly. “Where did you come from? Surely not here.”

  “I don’t look like the Hamptons type?”

  “Too real.”

  “I’ll thank you for the compliment.”

  “It was meant to be one.”

  Licking my lips, I lift my chin, seeking a kiss.

  “You like kissing.”

  “I like your lips.”

  He pecks me then pulls away quickly. “I like yours. Both sets.”

  “Well, both sets like you, too.”

  He chuckles as he moves to stand up. “I left the water.”

  I squeeze his knee. “There’s an entire ocean in front of us.”

  “You ever drink from the ocean?” He stands fully, his bulge impressively prominent. “It’s full of fish shit.”

  I watch him walk away, loving seeing his back side and his body moving, the grace undeniable, his movements fluid, and for a man that size, it’s almost as beautiful as the place where the ocean meets the stars. However, I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.

  A goodbye, a loss, an emptiness.

  Get it together, I scold myself. This is a hook-up.

  A hook-up.

  A hook-up with a really sexy, orally skilled, hot man, with a hard body and out-of-this-world, god-like looks.

  He deserves a term better than hook-up. I need to think of a sub-genre … Hot hook-up?

  Lame.

  He’s coming back. Act natural, I tell myself.

  Prying my eyes away from him, I turn toward the water and wait.

  He sits behind me, warming my chilled skin, and then I hear the crack of the water bottle’s cap. He reaches around me and hands it to me.

  “Thank you.”

  He presses a kiss to the top of my head then opens his.

  Holding his bottle in front of me, he whispers into my ear, “To the beauty in nature and natural beauty.”

  We tap our bottles. “Cheers.”

  I take a drink as he pulls me back against his firm body … He’s hard … everywhere.

  “Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia, Cepheus, and Draco are constellations we can see all year long. Can you point any of them out?”

  “Ursa Major is the Big Dipper, right?”

  When he chuckles, I look over my shoulder.

  “Ursa Major, the Big Bear, is a constellation. The Big Dipper is just part of it.” He points up. “The handle is the tail; the cup is her flank.”

  I laugh at myself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve opened an astronomy book but, are you sure that the Big Dipper—”

  “My mother loved the stars. In fact, she was an astronomer. She wrote textbooks still used in universities around the world. She also wrote children’s books. The Big Dipper and the Little Dipper aren’t constellations; they’re asterisms, which are recognizable groups of stars.”

  I shift my body to look at him. “I’m sorry—”

  He places his finger against my lips. “Like I said, she’s been gone a long time.”

  “I’m still sorry.” I hold his thick wrist in my hands and close my eyes as I nip at his fingertip.

  His voice is thick when he groans, “She’s a biter.”

  I kiss the tip of his finger again then look up at him, “I apologize.”

  “Don’t.” His response is direct.

  “Tell me more,” I say before kissing his finger and rubbing it across my lower lip.

  I watch his eyes narrow as his broad chest rises and falls quicker. I part my lips slightly, an invitation.

  Slowly, cautiously, he pushes his finger into my mouth. Closing my mouth, I let my tongue flick across it and hear an encouraging growl … or groan. I suck it into my mouth and open my eyes as I turn my body to fully face him.

  Using the arm that was holding him up as he leaned slightly back, he wraps it around me and pulls me closer. I don’t wait for him to close the distance, though, straddling him and allowing myself to feel him against me.

  He attempts to pull me closer with the finger hooked into my mouth, and I nip at it as I place my hands on his chest and gently push him to lie down.

  Once he’s on his back, he grips my hips tighter than before and moves me back and forth against his hard length.

  I lean in and kiss him, open-mouthed, needing his tongue inside again.

  His kiss is deep and slow. It’s sucking on lips and tongues. It’s all-consuming, and I want desperately to be consumed.

  I slide my hands down his chest, his hard abs and, dear God, I feel hard ripples. Then I find the hem of his shirt and begin to tug it upward. He lifts his upper body, his lips never leaving mine until we have to break apart to rid him of his shirt.

  I grip his hard, bulging shoulders, pushing him back down against the blanket, and then I kiss his chest, his abs, moving lower and lower.

  “Fuck, Autumn, fuck yes,” he growls when I lick his bare skin all the way down to the V … The. V … of his waistband.

  I look up at him as his chest heaves up and down and wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am—starving and needy.

  Fumbling with his button, I rub my open mouth over the bulge covered by his shorts and, dear Lord, he’s even bigger than I thought.

  When I finally pop the button and begin to unzip him, he sits up, wraps his arms around me, and stands, holding me.

  I bite his shoulder … on accident at first, and then on purpose.

  “Christ, woman,” he grumbles.

  “Sorry-ish.”

  He sets me on my feet then steps back, making me wonder if I went too far. But then he drops his shorts.

  Apparently not and … holy … grail.

  “I’ve been in a car for ten hours without a shower. As much as I want those beautiful lips around my cock, that’ll have to wait.”

  “I’m sure I’ve had worse in my—”

  He steps forward, cutting me off. “I’m going to warn you right now. I’m a jealous fuck and, even if this is just a two-night hook-up, in my head, this plays out best if I allow myself to believe I’m looking at a virgin who’s never been so hungry for a cock as she is for mine.”

  I smile as he wraps one perfectly sculpted arm around me and lifts me off my feet until I’m eye to eye
with him.

  “We’re gonna lose the dress, and then I’m gonna take a surfer shower. I’d love for you to join me.”

  “In the ocean?”

  He nods. “In the ocean.”

  “At night?”

  He smiles as he sets me on my feet and begins bunching up the material of my dress. “Do you trust me, Autumn?”

  “For some reason, I do.”

  “Because this thing was meant to be.” He pulls my dress over my head then tosses it in the sand behind us as he continues, “I know only one of those two things are true, but fuck, I wish.”

  He stops and glances down at my chest. “Jesus Christ, you have the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen.” That said, he lifts me up and begins stalking toward the water. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I grip his shoulders and do as he asked as he crashes his lips against mine. And as I knot my fingers in his hair, he cups my ass firmly in his big hands. With each step, his cock nudges my heated flesh.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles into my mouth as he begins walking us into the water.

  It’s cold, but neither of us care. Once waist deep, he wraps one arm around me and grabs my hair with his free hand, pulling my head back as his lush lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks hard then pulls back, allowing my heavy breast to fall from his mouth. Then he immediately leans in and takes my pebbled, fevered flesh between his teeth and pulls gently while rubbing his hot tongue across it.

  “Yes, oh yes, harder,” I beg.

  He delivers … tenfold.

  Four

  Eric

  Her skin tastes fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of it. Her mouth, her pussy, her tits. That fucking smile, laugh, giggle, that tongue quiver. Right now, I hate the dark more than I did as a kid. I would have loved to watch her clit quiver while she came on my face.

  She slides her hand between us and grabs my cock. “Damn,” she whispers against my lips.

  “You impressed?” I ask before sucking on her neck, again on the descent, back to her tits.