by Naima Simone
Selig swallowed her cry of disappointment when he lifted his head to delve between her lips again. His hands pushed the material gathered at her waist over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the dress and toed off the sandals, leaving her in the blue bra and matching thong. Selig stared down at her and his chest rose and fell on deep, uneven breaths. Hunger filled his features and the full, swollen lips, the stain of color high on his cheekbones and the bright gleam in his eyes made her pussy ripple in need. He grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head, baring his wide, strong chest to her. Caitlin took full advantage. Leaning forward she tongued the small, flat disk of his nipple. Mimicking his actions, she sucked and licked one nipple while her fingers tormented the other. His head fell back on his shoulders and his hand slid up her back and under the heavy fall of her hair to fist the strands, gripping them tight.
“Yeah, Caitlin,” he urged her on in a low, soft voice, “I love your mouth on me.”
When she grazed his nipple with her teeth, he jolted, tugging on her hair. She reveled in his reaction and repeated it, the small sting adding another dimension of pleasure. The dominance in the action excited and challenged her. With another pull at the back of her head, Selig raised her face from his chest to receive his mouth in another soul-stealing kiss.
Damn, it was good. Caitlin licked at his lips. It had been mind-blowing before, but now—with tenderness riding alongside the lust—it surpassed the others. The need was sharper, the hunger deeper. Selig feasted at her lips as if he could never satisfy his appetite for her—as if he would never step away from her satiated. He made her feel beautiful, desirable and yes, loved. She could pretend for a little while that she had regained the perfect gift of his love and trust.
Caitlin scratched her fingernails down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. She didn’t have a belt to contend with, just the button and zipper, which she took care of in short order. Not shy about what she wanted, she fisted his cock and drew it from the confines of his pants. Tearing her lips from his, she dipped her head to stare at the thick, pulsing flesh in her hand. The head, already swollen, called to her. How many times had she dreamed about sucking him deep, tasting and savoring his cock until he spilled between her lips, gifting her with his life-giving seed? Her pussy clenched, spilling more cream onto her thighs. Yeah, she needed it.
“I want you in my mouth,” she declared, not asking for permission. “I want to suck you until you come. Promise not to stop me.”
“Fuck, I want that,” he groaned, pressing a brief, hard kiss to her lips. “I need your sweet mouth on me, baby. Take what you need from me.”
How sexy was that? Caitlin mused, stroking her fist up and down his cock, loving the feel of silk over living steel. A man who offered himself without reservation and for his lover’s pleasure. Sexy and arousing as hell. She sank to her knees, her mouth already watering to finally have him after so long. Caitlin wasted no time. Her lips parted and her tongue swiped over the plum-shaped head. The harsh groan from above mingled with her own. His taste exploded in her mouth. Wild. Strong. Him. And she couldn’t get enough. She licked the tip over and over, reacquainting herself. Her dreams operated off old memories and couldn’t compare to the fresh, vibrant flavor of reality.
His fingers, still gripped around her hair, tightened as her mouth finally sank down over his cock. The drag of his thick column over her tongue and against the roof of her mouth drew a greedy cry from her throat. Her tongue worked the underside, massaging the sensitive skin. His strangled shout reverberated deep in her sex, the channel’s convulsive milking demanding to be filled as her mouth was filled. She skimmed her hand down her abdomen and between her thighs, cupping herself through the silk of her panties. She pressed her palm to her pounding clit, rubbing the engorged button.
Selig released his grip on her hair to peel the straps of her loosened bra from her shoulders. She abandoned his cock long enough for the straps to clear her wrist before reclaiming possession. His big hands covered her breasts, molding and cupping. Her hum vibrated down his cock.
“Damn it, Caitlin,” he snarled, hips bucking in response. “You’re killing me, baby.”
Caitlin pulled back, staring at her handiwork. His cock gleamed from her mouth. A thatch of dark, wiry hair surrounded the thick, rock-hard shaft that thrust upward almost reaching his bellybutton. A drop of fluid welled from the narrow slit on the cock head. Leaning forward, she lapped at the moisture, seeking more. She licked his cock from base to tip, sucking the head deep and finding her reward on each return trip in the form of another tiny bead of come. A hungry, brutal sound of pleasure resonated in the room. She glanced up at Selig’s face from under lowered lashes and found his blazing gaze watching her. His full lips were peeled back from his teeth in a sensual snarl. His fingers rolled her nipples, pulling on them and wrenching more jagged cries from her throat.
Lifting her hand from her soaked flesh, she wrapped both hands around his cock, and opened her mouth wide, sucking him deep, moving up and down the thick stalk with erotic abandon. His fingers threaded through her hair, gripping her head, kneading her scalp as he whispered encouragement and praise down to her.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want, what you need. Take it, baby.”
She did. His broken groans urged her on as she worked his cock with her hands and mouth. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. Selig took over, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth with short, furious strokes.
“Fuck, baby. It’s so good, damn you, it’s so good.” A low growl rumbled up from his chest and deepened his voice. “Shit, baby, I’m about to come. God, I’m going to come hard. Do you want me to, baby? Do I stay or pull out?”
Her answer was to tighten her grip on his cock and suck harder, deeper. His fingers dug into her scalp and his strokes increased in speed until with a shattered roar, his cock jerked and the first burst of semen exploded on her tongue. His big body bucked and shuddered and his seed filled her mouth, giving her the very essence of him. Caitlin swallowed and swallowed, greedy for more. Even after he didn’t have more to offer, she sucked his flesh, milking him dry.
With a hoarse moan, he withdrew from her mouth. He hadn’t loosened his hold on her head yet, shivers continuing to course through his body. Caitlin pressed hot, brief kisses to his abdomen and hipbone. Selig lowered to the floor in front of her, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. His mouth was a wild marauder, passionate and forceful.
“Thank you.” His soft voice stroked her breasts, her clit and her heart. “Let me make love to you, Caitlin. Say you’ll let me slide deep in your sweet pussy and give you what you’ve already given me. Say yes.”
“Yes, Selig.” She stroked her lips over his jaw, scraping her teeth down his neck. “Please, yes.”
His hands dropped to her shoulders, guiding and turning her until she knelt beside the bed, her chest pressed to the mattress’s edge. He hooked the band of her panties in his fingers and drew them down her thighs, lifting each knee to remove them from her legs. Selig moved behind her and glided his hands up the front of her thighs, caressing her skin. He slipped his fingers and palms between her legs, pushing them apart and widening her stance, leaving her open and vulnerable to him. His hard nipples grazed her back as he withdrew from her and leaned over to jerk the drawer to the bedside dresser open. She glanced over her shoulder to see him withdraw a condom wrapper. With a small shove, the drawer slid shut and cool air brushed her skin as he leaned back. His fingers nudged the small of her back as he sheathed his erection with the lubricated latex.
“Do you have any idea what you look like?” Selig crooned, his hands returning to smooth up her spine and back down again. He nipped her shoulder and pushed aside her hair to brush a sensuous kiss over the nape of her neck. Her fingers curled into the sheets, shivering from the devastating pleasure. “So sweet, so trusting. Your pussy so wet for me. Do you know what this does to me?” His hands travelled down the front of her
spread thighs again, rising to meet in the junction. He didn’t touch the aching flesh that pulsed and trembled for him, instead, letting his fingertips graze the swollen, wet lips.
“I just came in your mouth, baby. But I’m still hard. For you.” His fingers finally moved to strum her flesh and Caitlin couldn’t hold back the whimper. “My cock is hard as fuck for you.” He nudged her pussy with his cock head, the blunt tip sliding through her lips until the entire length of him was coated in the juice from her pussy.
“I want to see,” she breathed, arching her back away from the bed to look down. “Do it again. I want to see.” Selig buried his face in her neck and slid forward again. She peered down her body, shaking and waiting. When his shaft, glistening from the juice only he could elicit, came into view between her legs, she moaned and couldn’t hold back the roll of her hips that stroked her pussy over his cock. She wanted to close her thighs over the thick staff, to stroke herself to orgasm, but his hands and thighs prevented it.
His hands left her thighs to grip her hips, holding her still. His chest crushed her to the bed while he tugged her hips back. When the tip grazed the clutching entrance to her pussy, Selig paused and began to push inside. Every time they’d had sex, he’d had to work himself in her tight sheath inches at a time. But not today. For the first time, Selig thrust forward, pushing and pushing until his cock was buried deep. Her flesh stretched and rippled around him and small grunts of pleasure sounded in her ear. Caitlin panted, the position making him seem thicker, longer.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out, “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, sucking me deep. Push back, baby.” A hoarse groan tore from his chest as she complied. Caitlin shoved back and cried out as the hard flesh massaged her walls. “Good girl,” he bit out as she backed into him again. “Good girl.”
Caitlin was a slave to sensation, to pleasure. She rolled, bucked and undulated on his cock, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm. Behind her, Selig drove her on with hot sex words and praise. With a muffled curse, Selig snatched the control from her. He reared back, pinned her to the bed with a palm to her shoulder and plunged, burying his cock in her pussy with a ferocity that left her breathless. His other hand dived between her thighs, capturing her clit between his fingers. She screamed as bolt after bolt of pleasure stabbed her clit, torturing the enlarged bundle of nerves. He fucked her pussy, giving her no quarter, no mercy. And she didn’t want leniency. Her hand dropped to cover his and their fingers performed an erotic dance over her pussy, circling and rubbing her clit, plucking and stroking the drenched lips. It was so hot, so wild, so beautiful.
The orgasm started behind her clit and swelled, growing larger and larger until it mushroomed, exploding, shattering her in so many pieces she didn’t think she would find them all again. His thrusting cock intensified the pleasure, sending her soaring higher and higher. She screamed, the covers muffling the cries. As she plummeted back to earth, Selig’s hoarse cry greeted her. Both hands gripped her hips now, hiking them higher. He slammed into her pussy, growling as his semen burst from his cock, scorching and flooding her sheath. She bowed back, his release setting off mini-shocks in her womb. Her fingers slowed over her clit as the storm calmed and only ripples of the cataclysmic orgasm remained. With a groan she stretched her arms out on the bed and collapsed. Above her, Selig’s warm heavy weight crushed her into the mattress. She was surrounded on all sides—the bed under her, his arms bracketing her from both sides and his chest heating her back. His cock remained buried deep in her sex, completing her.
She smiled into the sheet. This was happiness.
“I thought we were finally going to make love in a bed,” she grumbled, not really caring at all. He could take her on the nearest handy surface, just as long as he took her.
“I didn’t say in the bed,” he countered, voice rough from his shouts of pleasure. “I said we hadn’t made it to a bed yet. We just did.”
Caitlin chuckled. “Semantics.” She raised an arm and looped it around his neck. Turning her head, she met Selig’s mouth, kissing him and pouring all her love into it. She couldn’t vocalize the words yet, but she could show him.
* * * * *
“Damn, that’s good.” Selig’s pleasurable groan reverberated in the room. “When did you learn how to do that?”
Caitlin grinned and spooned banana pudding from the bowl they shared and fed him more. “What else do I have to do in Wisconsin?” She chuckled, dipping the spoon in the pudding and licking it clean.
“You can cook?”
Caitlin shot Selig a look from under her lashes. He lounged in a boneless sprawl against the headboard, his hands folded over his abdomen. In a small attempt at modesty, he had drawn the sheet around his hips. She didn’t know why he bothered, though she suspected it was for her sake, not his. There was just something so sexy about that pool of material that didn’t clear the top of his thighs and rode low enough on his hips that she could see the shadow of the hair surrounding his cock. Yeah, she mused, lapping at the spoon, so sexy.
“Caitlin?”
She yanked her gaze from his lap and met his grin.
“Boy, would I love to know what you were just thinking,” he drawled, his eyes lowering to the spoon. “Either the pudding is that good or you’re having a torrid love affair with that spoon.”
Heat flooded her face, but she arched her brow, pretending nonchalance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Un-huh,” he snickered. He held out his hand, curling his fingers in a “give it here” motion. “Hand over the pudding and answer my question. You can cook?”
Grumbling, Caitlin passed the bowl and spoon to him. “Of course. I live alone. It was either learn how to cook or go broke from buying takeout.”
“You had money, didn’t you?” Selig frowned. “Your parents didn’t let you leave here broke?”
“I had money in an account that Dad set up for me, unknown to my mother.” She shrugged. “I used it to buy my house and get me started, but I didn’t live off it. I got a job and went back to school to take business courses.”
“And eventually started your own company,” he added. The admiration in his eyes and voice warmed her heart, stroking the self-esteem that sometimes took a beating. “Even if you are a shameful, wanton hussy.”
Caitlin snorted at his wicked grin. “If my mother only knew.”
“I could inform her if you want,” Selig offered, placing the empty bowl on the mattress beside him. “I could let her know her daughter’s pussy is as tight as a fist so she has no need to worry.”
Caitlin let out a loud crack of laughter as she swatted his arm. “Please don’t put yourself out on my behalf.” Selig shrugged, the impish smile still curving his lips. “You’re bad.”
“Yes,” he nodded, reaching out and stroking a finger down her thigh, “but you like that, don’t you?”
“I certainly appreciate your efforts,” she breathed, her heartbeat accelerating at the light, evocative caress. His sinful chuckle spiraled heat straight to her reawakening flesh. She smiled, shaking her head. “Selig, can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
She leaned forward and captured a lock of hair between her finger and thumb. “Why the long hair?”
He arched an eyebrow. “That’s your question?”
She nodded. “I was—surprised to see it. You had curls before.” She caressed the thick strands. “Besides, it doesn’t fit with the clean-cut image of a high-priced lawyer.”
“I never said I was clean-cut,” Selig hedged and again Nicholas’ words revisited her. Caitlin smoothed a hand down the dark waves. Before he glanced away from her she noted the flash in his golden gaze. Disgust. Yeah, she was well acquainted with that particular emotion.
“Hey,” she whispered, “if you don’t want to admit growing it to impress the ladies, it’s okay.”
His eyes swung back to her. Surprise and—he was killing her—shame flared across his face. It seeme
d as if she didn’t corner the market on secrets, she reflected, stroking his head again.
“Come on,” she smiled, “admit it.”
“Truth?”
“Ooh,” Caitlin grinned, straightening and rubbing her palms together in exaggerated glee, “now we’re getting to the good stuff.”
Selig’s expression lightened and his eyes lost that haunted look that tore a hole in her soul. “Nothing quite that glamorous.”
“Come on, come on. Give.”
“Rebellion.” Caitlin frowned and Selig grinned. “No, seriously. When I first returned to Boston, I worked for the public defender’s office. My supervisor was a major dick. He had a little problem with my being Latin. I tried to explain my other half was more European than him, but what was the point?” He shrugged one shoulder. “His favorite name for me was ‘ese’. So I started growing my hair to get under his skin. Since he couldn’t fire me for my hairstyle and I couldn’t tell him to fuck off for being a bigot, we were at a stalemate.”
“You’re kidding me?” Caitlin chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” he shook his head, “I ended up switching jobs, but kept the hair. It gave me flair.” He grinned at her hoot of laughter. “I told you it wasn’t glamorous. Why’d you ask? You don’t like it?”
“On the contrary.” Caitlin recaptured his hair, giving it a light tug. She lowered her lashes and slanted a glance at him. “I think I may be developing a fetish for it.”