by Lucy Monroe
She put her hand out and touched his chest. "No. Even if it’s only sex, I want it."
His big body shuddered and a low groan rumbled in his chest.
"Please, Ty, make love to me."
She wanted a memory to take with her. She’d always thought that was stupid when other women said the same thing, but now she understood. It was that whole, better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all thing.
Their friendship was over. He might have a hard time accepting it, but she couldn’t go on like they had been. Tonight was all they had left of each other and she wanted as much of him as he would give her. It might be stupid, but even if all he had to give her was sex, she’d take it.
This one night.
"It will change everything."
"I know."
"You will belong to me."
She only wished, but she replied with a truth he would never understand. "I already do."
He came over her in a rush that left her flattened into the bed. "I’m going to taste every inch of you, little bit."
She wrapped her arms around him, reveling in his heat. "Oh...yessss..."
His mouth clamped to hers in a kiss more voracious than anything she’d ever known. Hunger denied far too long surged up inside her to match his and she touched him, exploring wherever her fingers could reach. He groaned when she traced the contours of his face around their locked lips and shivered when she brushed the nape of his neck with fluttery fingertips.
Her hands traveled downward.
The fact he hadn’t worn anything to bed registered at the same time as his hard penis settled between her thighs, sending a thrill of pleasure through her.
His lips ripped from hers. "I want you now. No waiting."
"Yes." She widened her legs, prepared for him by her dream and the desire that had burned latently in her all day.
She didn’t want to wait either. This was too primal to preface with tender touches. It was arousal at its most basic and they both vibrated with it.
He pushed inside her without any hesitation, his mouth moving to her neck and clamping down on the sensitive flesh at her base. She’d been given love bites before, but nothing like this. It felt like he would break her skin with his teeth, but he didn’t and the pleasure was just this side of pain.
"Ty..." His name came out broken and husky.
He made a purring noise deep in his throat and thrust deeper, claiming her body with primitive power.
Her pleasure rocketed upward with no chance for her to prepare herself, or even imagine her climax could come as quickly and with the power that it did. She screamed his name as her body convulsed so hard she almost bucked him off of her.
He threw his head back and howled just like a wolf.
It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard and she climaxed again, right on the heels of the first one, her body going completely rigid under him.
He kept moving, his hot seed spurting inside of her in the longest climax she’d ever known a man to experience.
Aftershocks shook her body and she jolted against him as he continued to pound out his pleasure.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more and she collapsed in boneless disarray under him. With a final howl that shattered her senses, he joined her, his body falling across hers in a limp heap.
It felt so good to have him covering her, to be so intimately close to him that she did not make a big deal about the fact that breathing was a challenge.
But he must have noticed because he rolled onto his back. She followed him, snuggling into his body with a sense of rightness and belonging she hadn’t known since her parents died over a decade before.
It was an illusion, but she wallowed in it, wanting the illusion to last.
"That was good." Ty’s voice rumbled through his chest.
She laughed softly. "That’s one word for it. Cataclysmic is another."
He slid out from under her, turning on his side so they faced each other and smiled. "Maybe we should go for Richter 11 earth shaking."
The hot desire in his eyes after so much spent passion shocked her even as her body responded. "Right now? Aren’t you done for a while?"
His climax had been so long and powerful, she didn’t think he could get a hard-on for hours yet.
He took her wrist and guided her hand to his large and growing bigger by the second penis. "Does this feel like I’m done?"
"Uh...no..."
CHAPTER FIVE
He chuckled, the sound more dark than humorous, and pushed her on her back, looming over her in predatory expectation. "You do realize that means you’re not done either?"
She curled her fingers around his hard length and stroked him. "That’s okay by me. I’ve wanted you so long...I could make love to you forever."
She might be exhausted, but the part of her that was already dying to have him inside again gave no credence to that fact.
Something came and went in his blue gaze, but she didn’t have time to ponder it because he bent down and licked from her collarbone to her ear, tickling her with his tongue.
She giggled.
She could feel his smile against her skin. "I told you I wanted to taste you."
"You’re going to lick me?" She paused. "All over?"
"Yes."
"Only if I get return privileges." Her voice came out breathless and it was no wonder. The thought of tasting his big male body was enough to make her lightheaded with hunger.
The hand resting on her hip contracted in an almost painful grip. "I want that."
But he made her wait until he’d used his tongue to torment every inch of her skin. The things he did to her nipples and inner thighs were probably against the law in some states...they were certainly decadent. He tasted bits of her flesh she’d never even thought about, and some she’d only dreamed of in her most secret fantasies.
When he reached her toes, he sucked on each one as if it was a lollipop. She shivered and moaned and rocked on the bed, spreading her legs in blatant invitation. "I need you, Ty...please."
He lifted his head and leaned over her at her feet, his expression wicked. "I thought you wanted to taste me too."
"I do, but I don’t think I can move right now," she admitted.
He didn’t give her the chance. More swiftly than she could imagine, he was beside her on the bed, turning her over, pulling her up on her knees and entering her from behind.
Oh, wow...oh, gosh...it felt so good. He was big...so big...and hard, like cast iron hot from the forge inside her. She rocked back toward him, pressing her bottom into his stomach and whimpering with delight when he went deeper still.
"That’s right, baby. Take all of me." He pulled back and then thrust forward again. "You’re so tight, so wet."
His hands came around her front, one to touch her aching clitoris and the other to play with her rock hard nipples and swollen breasts, going back and forth between them in a rhythm guaranteed to drive her insane.
She’d never been this turned on.
Not ever.
She cried out as he pushed in and out, hitting that place she’d only ever read about in women’s magazines. Oh, man...she really did have a G spot and this was it. She laughed with triumph, but the sound choked off into a desperate moan as he took one tight nub between thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
"You’re so good at this," she panted.
"Am I?" he asked, like he really didn’t know.
"Oh please, don’t tell me no one has ever told you before." Not that she liked thinking of him with other women. More like, she hated it, but he was too amazing a lover not to be aware of his prowess.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and rammed into her. "No," he said, sounding angry, "no one has ever said that to me in this situation before."
Why was he mad?
She had no hope of figuring it out now. He was loving her so hard and so fast that her thoughts splintered to nothingness in a shower of exploding sparks.
Pleasure pounded thro
ugh her, tightening her womb until she felt like she was going to die if she didn’t come again.
She whimpered brokenly, not knowing what to do.
"What is it, baby?"
"I want to come."
"Then come."
"I can’t." She threw her head back and hit his chest. "Touch me again. Please, Ty."
He nuzzled her ear, his breath hot and his tongue wet on sensitive flesh, sending shivers through her. "Touch yourself."
"No, I..." She’d never done that before with a man. "I can’t," she gasped out.
"Yes, you can."
"I’ll fall," she said desperately, snatching at excuses.
"I’ll hold you up. Do it." Then he pulled her back so he was kneeling behind her and she was supported on his thighs.
He continued his thrusting, but his hands stayed maddeningly attached to her hips. She’d probably have bruises there later from the grip, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to come. Every thrust hit her G-spot, sending sensation overload along her nerve endings, but it still wasn’t enough.
She moaned.
"You know what you need to do," he whispered seductively in her ear. "Are you going to deny yourself?"
How could she do it? How could she make herself come when he was inside her, watching her, feeling every contraction, every jolt of her hips?
But her need for release was reaching an agonizing level and the pleasure plateau she was on had become more ordeal than delight. Desperate, she brought her hand between her legs. The wet silkiness there felt so good and her body shook with delight as she allowed herself to caress the swollen button that so needed touching.
His arms came around her, one hand the fingers tangling with hers between her legs and the other cupping her right breast. "That’s right, Frankie. Oh, honey...you’re so wet and soft. So perfect."
The combined effect of his words and the sensation of their fingers together on her clitoris sent her over the brink. She convulsed in one rapturous contraction after another, her body bucking and bowing. Ty held her to him by a feat of strength beyond her comprehension and yet the fingers doing their slow glide up and down her pulsating sweet spot remained gentle.
She yelled his name brokenly, letting him control the way she touched herself because she couldn’t do anything else as he pushed her to and beyond pleasure limits she’d never even approached.
"That’s good." He bit her earlobe. "Real good."
But it was too much. She tried to stop the torment, her climax over, the aftershocks so intense she could not bear them. "Stop...please...Ty...no more."
He stilled and pressed his hand over hers, cupping her mound in a gesture that felt both possessive and protective.
Tears of release and overwhelming sensual joy trickled down her cheeks as she relaxed against him. He held her body to his in total intimacy. The moment was profound and she had no desire to talk. Her breathing eventually returned to a more normal pattern, her body’s tension draining away, but he remained hard inside her.
"Are you ready to taste me now?"
Incredibly, she was. "Yes."
He lifted her off of him and she turned to face him. They were both kneeling.
He reached out and brushed her tears away. "Are you all right?"
She nodded. "That was amazing. You are amazing, my love."
"Was it better than what you’ve had before?"
She couldn’t believe he needed to ask. "I’ve never known anything like it."
His eyes burned her with feral possession. "Good."
"Will you stand up for me?" she asked.
He didn’t answer, but he crawled off the bed and stood beside it, his big body seeming even taller and wider than usual. She reached out with both hands and laid them against his hair roughened pectorals. Man, he was built.
She leaned forward and kissed the very center of his chest. "You’re a large man," she breathed against his sweat slick skin.
She tugged his head down and started her tasting with his mouth, kissing him. She tried to pour the love she felt for him through her lips into his mouth, not ready to give vent to the words in intimacy. She moved on to taste the scratchy surface of his unshaven jaw.
He was salty and yummy and everything in between. Her mouth slid to first one ear and then across his face to the other, tasting as she went, before traveling down his neck.
"You taste special...like nothing else on earth."
He said nothing, but she hadn’t expected him too. If it felt half as good for him as it had for her, he would be incapable of speech.
She moved down his body, licking the salty sweat from his chest and then gently biting the small, but hard nubs of his male nipples. She went around to his back and continued her tasting and touching journey, her breathing growing rapid again as her fingers traced the well developed muscles of his back.
When she came around to the front and dropped to her knees, he made a keening sound that sent shivers between her legs.
She kissed his shaft, amazed at the size and heat of it.
"Take me in your mouth," he demanded.
"Yes." She opened her lips wide and took him inside.
His hips surged forward and he hit the back of her throat. She tried not to gag, but he was big and she wasn’t used to this. She pressed against his hips until he let her set the depth and pace. She could taste herself on him and she’d never done that before either. It was strange and yet very exciting...more intimate than anything she’d ever known.
Pre-ejaculate slid across her tongue and its salty sweetness surprised her too. She’d never liked giving head with the one lover she’d had, but she liked this.
She used to think she hated the taste of a man’s come, but she wouldn’t mind him exploding in her mouth.
Ty had other ideas. He pushed her head away and lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and then moaned brokenly as he surged inside of her swollen and hyper sensitive passage.
He made love to her more gently this time, his thrusts tender and measured, as if he was prolonging their pleasure. She couldn’t believe his stamina, that not only hadn’t he come yet, but that he could maintain the pace when another man would have been passed out from exhaustion by now.
Not to mention the fact that he was holding her up like she weighed no more than a toddler and at five-foot-eight, she was no lightweight.
He stopped thrusting to step back and move toward the bed. "I need to be on top of you."
"Yes." She didn’t know why, but that seemed right.
Perfect, even.
He managed to get them both on the bed without breaking their intimate connection as he came down on top of her, his body completely surrounding her.
Their lovemaking took on a surreal property as he coaxed her to more orgasms without taking his own pleasure. When he finally came, she was a limp, sweaty bundle of pulsing nerve endings under him.
He howled again, this time longer and louder than the last.
The sound brought answering whimpers of pleasure from her throat and she reached up to brush his throat where the sound vibrated against her fingertips.
She loved this. Loved him, probably more than he would ever know or accept.
Afterward, to her delight, they cuddled together on the bed and slipped into an exhausted sleep.
He woke her three more times to make love, once at sunrise.
She was so tired and sated that she allowed him to do it all that time and found a peculiar pleasure in her exhaustion based submission. He seemed to like it too, praising her body and her response to him with words she’d never thought to hear coming from his mouth.
She came awake later curled up under a single quilt and toasty warm. The other side of the bed was empty, but Ty’s scent and the fragrance from their lovemaking lingered. He must have gotten up to stoke the fire in the stove. The bedroom was certainly warm enough.
Her gaze flicked to the window. She couldn’t believe he’d had it open last night. The
storm was gone and the position of the sun in the sky said it was past noon already. Not surprising, considering how they’d spent the hours of the night and early morning.
"Ty?" she called.
He came in through the bedroom door, his cock semi-erect and she wondered if it ever shut off completely. "Awake?"
She nodded, not sure what to say in the cold light of day. Would he start going on about how last night had been a mistake?
She didn’t know if she could stand it if he did. She’d told him she wanted him even if it was only sex, but what had happened last night and that morning had not been restricted to the realm of the physical. She’d let him so deep into her heart, she’d never get him out without losing part of her soul.
His nudity and growing arousal implied mistake wasn’t the word on the edge of his lips at the moment, but even so, she waited in silence as he approached the bed.
He didn’t give her a chance to talk once he got there either, as he made it very clear what he wanted from her and it wasn’t a post mortem. His touch was tender and gentle, but every time she opened her mouth, he closed it with his lips or with his finger pressed against her lips.
He didn’t want to talk.
She could deal with that. At least he wasn’t saying goodbye.
She didn’t know how long he caressed her body, but it felt like hours before he positioned himself over her.
She winced with slight pain when he took possession of her, but he didn’t see it because his mouth was busy suckling a throbbing nipple. And she said nothing. She was enjoying their intimacy too much, despite the soreness that proved she’d never been made love to so completely and that it had been a very long time since she’d made love at all.
This time they came together, her climax feeding off his prolonged orgasm until she reached a level of pleasure that sent her into semi-oblivion. She was aware only peripherally of his final thrust and the howl she’d come to expect on his completion.
As he settled against her afterward, the words she’d tried so hard not to repeat the night before rasped out of vocal chords strained by screams of ecstasy. "I love you, Ty."
He went stiff and rolled off of her in an unmistakable physical repudiation of the words. Her heart squeezed and she turned her head, needing to see something in his face that said he hadn’t meant the movement the way it had felt.