To Know Her (Erotic Romance)

by Renee Burke

  He ran a finger to the hollow at the base of her throat where her pulse raced.

  “I want you to know I appreciate your kindness. You don’t even know me and you’re taking such good care of me.”

  His mouth quirked up to one side. “It wouldn’t take long for anyone to know you’re worth the trouble.” She watched his hand slide down her chest and over to cup her side, beside her breast. Her nipples immediately peeked, and her eyes flew to his. Had he noticed?

  He was watching her closely, full of awareness at her response.

  His hand tightened and released. Once. Twice. Then slid a little south to stroke across her belly.

  “Instead of distress over the memory loss, maybe you could look at it as a clean slate for now. Just until we learn a little more about what happened last night.”

  Chapter Three

  Derek’s question threw her. Distress? Sara felt no distress when he had his hands on her. Warmth throbbing through her veins. Heat warmed her nipples and her core. Even her mouth felt dry. She swiped her tongue over her lips and swallowed. It did no good.

  She shouldn’t be so turned on but his touch was powerful, and her body responded without her permission. Sometime, somewhere in her past, she’d had an incredible lover, she knew it with every fiber of herself. Her body was responding to those suppressed memories, the way it was readying itself for more. Either that or she was just easy. She’d choose to believe the former.

  His hand stroked again across her lower belly, leaving flames in his wake, before rising to cup her breast. “I don’t want you to be afraid, Sara. This is okay. Natural.” She wanted to meet his eyes but couldn’t seem to raise them from his fingers edging toward her nipple.

  “Uh-huh.” She was positively breathless. His big warm fingers slid to the scalloped edge of the blouse where her cleavage showed. He nudged the fabric to the side of her breast, trapping the flesh above the folds so her nipple stood tall and erect above the mound, begging for his touch. Maybe she should cover herself, but his touch felt so good, reassuring. Her voice said nothing but her body clearly asked for what she wanted. He slid his other hand to the shoulder of her blouse and edged it down, freeing her other breast for his inspection. His hand grazed one nipple then the other. She felt her heart skip at his touch.

  “So beautiful.” He used two knuckles to clasp a nipple and tweak, pulling it up and out, working it between them, until he released it. Sara licked at her lips as she watched the movement and Derek dropped his mouth to hers just in time to catch her tongue with a gentle swipe of his. She opened to the gentle, sexy thrust of his tongue. She lifted her hands to stroke his dark hair. She wanted more. His fingers still played leisurely with her nipples, pinching and stroking. Her breasts were firm mounds and her nipples, not overly large, appeared even smaller now as they tightened and stood up, seeking his attention.

  The kiss raged on, ravenous one moment, gentle the next, until he caught her hands and lifted them above her head. He pressed them lightly onto the arm of the couch. “Stay.” His whisper was low and direct. She did and the position left her body arched, open to his will. He kissed her again and smiled gently. “Good girl.”

  His mouth was warm and sensual as he kissed and licked down her neck to tongue her nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth. Lick, suck, lick, suck. He did it over and over to her breasts until she thought she would explode. His mouth was spreading heat throughout her body, and her hips bounced, without her consent, signaling that she wanted more.

  He squeezed her breasts, playing with the mounds, ignoring her silent plea. She felt damp everywhere as if she was lying on a beach in the hot sun. He was the hot sun, burning her up. “Please. Please.” She licked her lips, unsure where the words came from. “Please, touch me.”

  She felt shocked at her words but meant them. His mouth curled into a smile over her breast, but he didn’t stop playing there. He pressed her breasts together, licking the mounds and nuzzling the tender flesh underneath. She moaned in frustration, but her hands remained overhead, frozen where he had placed them.

  Finally, finally. Sara exhaled a breath of relief as his hands slid into the jersey fabric of her pants to pull them off. He laid his warm palm over the bare skin of her mound. Bare. She’d noticed that and wondered if she always shaved herself. He stroked her skin with the tips of his fingers.

  “Such soft skin. I need to touch you, Sara. Taste you. I don’t want to harm you. Is your headache okay?”

  Headache? She had completely forgotten about the trauma of the night before and the throbbing pain from the morning. She nodded frantically, and he smiled.

  “Good.” His hands spread her thighs and he inspected the folds there. “Lovely.” His thumbs rubbed her outer lips before he used two fingers to firmly tap her clit. She jumped in surprise. He stopped and arched an eyebrow at her. She said nothing.

  Again, he used his fingers to rub her folds without plunging inside before tapping twice on her clit. She was wet. She knew he could see that.

  “Please. Please. Please.” It was a chant from deep within.

  His expression hardened a bit as he stroked down before plunging one finger deep into her core. She flexed and arched to move it deeper, and he withdrew. He licked the finger and plunged it inside again. This time he stroked the sensitive flesh over and over until Sara felt her womb tighten. She moaned her approval. He pulled his finger free and brushed it over her lips.

  “Open.” She stared at him just a fraction of a moment before obliging and taking his finger into her mouth. She didn’t particularly care for her own taste, but the eroticism of his middle finger thrusting at her mouth, in and out, made her core grow even tighter, more excited at his touch. She pursed her lips and swirled her tongue around him, closing her eyes as she sucked.

  “Talented mouth.” He took her hands, still obediently clasped above her head, and helped her sit upright. He pulled the band from her hair and ran his fingers through the light curly strands as they fell around her shoulders. “Show me what you can do with it.”

  It wasn’t a request.

  She wanted to do this. She spread her legs, and urged him to step closer to stand between them where she sat on the couch. She quickly unzipped his trousers and slid her hands around his hips, pressing the fabric down. Her own heated excitement made her move faster, wanting to give him the same urgency. Soft black cotton boxer briefs were next to go, leaving him bare and impressive. His cock was hard and thick, long and ready.

  She cupped his balls first, not sure why but wanting to feel him there. He was big and she weighed them gently with her hands before leaning forward and placing her mouth on them for a gentle kiss before zigzagging her tongue up his erection to the tip. She breathed hot, damp air over the skin and felt Derek’s hands anchor the sides of her head, not pulling or pressing, just there.

  She licked the bead of clear liquid signaling his arousal before swirling her tongue over the head. Pursing her lips, she pressed the head through them and into her hot mouth.

  She gripped the base of his cock firmly in one hand, encompassing the full length of him, and sucked repeatedly with several quick pulls before a long, tantalizing movement that pulled him inside. Then she bobbed her head, releasing him before doing it again. Several quick potent sucks followed by two pulls - long steady sucks that made him tighten his hands in her hair.

  She did it again and again, alternating between short potent moves with her tongue stroking the base of his cock then long fucking sucks that she imagined he would feel if he plunged deep into her tight core. She felt him grow harder, longer, and knew he was enjoying this.

  This wasn’t enough though. She slid her free hand up his legs to cup his balls, playing there for a moment before lowering her mouth to suck one into her mouth and tongue gently. His hands moved around her head, grasping and twisting her hair, pulling it into tight bunches on each side. She released the first ball before sucking the other into her hot mouth.

  He growled l
ow in his throat. “Put your mouth back on my cock.” His grip on her hair tightened and pulled her upright. Tears stung her eyes at the pull on her scalp. She opened her mouth to him, sucking and tonguing what she could reach.

  He relaxed his hands a bit, giving her freedom of movement, and she bobbed her head again in a series of long, sucking motions. She moved her mouth over him just the way she wanted his cock to move in her. Unrelenting.

  She lifted her eyes and saw he was watching her with a gaze the temperature of melting steel. She lowered her hand between her legs and plunged two fingers inside, wetting herself with her juices. She toyed with his balls again as she sucked him deep before stroking back between his legs and up to his hole. She pressed her finger inside, and he moaned. She felt him flex around her. She pressed her finger deeper, unrelenting.

  “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.” He took control as he pumped his hips, pushing further into her mouth. Forward to her throat, then back to lodge her finger more firmly against the gland that would skyrocket his orgasm.

  He slid his hands to her neck to squeeze slightly, tilting her head back. “Open your throat.”

  She didn’t remember doing it before. She remembered nothing, but her body knew what to do. She lowered herself, tilted her mouth up, and he leaned over her, pressing deeper, touching the back of her throat with each thrust. “Perfect.”

  She heard a door close and tried to pull away and search for the visitor, but his hands were back in her hair. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, just stayed in position, but her eyes flew to his only to find him focused elsewhere momentarily until his eyes dropped back to meet hers, challenging. His face was chiseled with desire, his square jaw clenched as he licked his lips. “Keep working me with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  Someone else was present, watching, but Derek was master of the house, the situation, her. They wouldn’t stop until he was ready.

  His eyes were drooped with wanting, and his big body was tense, so close. She was wet too, aching to please him. She closed her lips, angled her head further and sucked him as far as he would go while pumping her finger, tunneling in and out once, before holding tight inside him.

  He was primed, ready to come, and her efforts rewarded. “So fucking perfect. That mouth. Never has there been anyone sexier than you, Sara.”

  He came with long spurts and she swallowed for him. When they separated, he lifted her upright to place a gentle kiss on her lips. She glanced around then but whoever was there had gone.

  He pulled her attention back when he lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Lie back.”

  She glanced around again. “Is it okay? Are we alone?”

  His expression pierced through her doubt. “It’s okay if I say it is.” Definitely the master.

  She was still aching, needy. He laid her back on the soft fabric of the sofa and spread her legs, bent at the knees. She was open to him, wet for him. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked and she felt her core pulse. His touch on her clit jolted her, and she pumped her hips.

  “I want you.” She was demanding but couldn’t stop the words. “I need you inside me. Please.”

  “I know. You need to be fucked. We’re going to make this easy on you, sweetheart.”

  He pressed one finger deep, rotated and rubbed in a spot that had her quivering in seconds. “Oh. Oh, please.” She moaned loudly. She didn’t feel embarrassed or vulnerable, just filled with the desire to have him touch her, make her come.

  He added another finger, pumping twice before stilling on the same spot to massage deep within. She cried out as the muscles in her belly tensed.

  “Ready to come?”

  She dropped her head back, unable to focus and answer. She had wanted this before she took in her mouth, and that felt like hours ago. The tension had been building, and she was so turned on she wasn’t sure she could take much more. His fingers stilled, and she recalled his question. “So much.”

  He pressed his fingers deep, continuing to pump and stroke and settled his mouth over her clit. The first stroke of his tongue was warm and wet. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He stroked his tongue around her cleft and his plunging fingers just before his mouth latched on and sucked. Her breath was shallow, her skin damp.

  He lifted his mouth and blew across her clit before sucking deeply again. The sensations were too much.

  “Come.” His touch took her to the edge, but that one powerful command hurled her off.

  She came with a cry that lasted forever. Her channel tightened and pulled at his fingers and her clit pulsed on his tongue.

  He pulled his fingers free when her tremors stopped, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he kissed her forehead, nose and mouth. “You need to rest.”

  “I need a shower.” She felt exhausted now and her speech was slow and weighted. He frowned at her and helped gather the clothes.

  “Let me help you.” He put her in the shower and watched her dress when she emerged, clean and lethargic. He settled her back on the couch with a bowl of soup.

  “I need to run a few errands. I’ll be back this afternoon. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Where would I go?” She shrugged and smiled.

  He didn’t. “The million dollar question.”

  Only when she heard the car pull away did she realize she had forgotten to ask who had seen them.

  Chapter Four

  Sara found a bottle of pain reliever in the kitchen cabinet and took two. Her headache was still there, like a dull knife torturing her. The sunlight was dwindling as evening approached and she wondered, not for the first time that day, if anyone was missing her.

  The allure of the television was lost, and she headed for the stairs to explore. She stopped in the first bedroom to look around the stark emptiness. It was an odd room, so different from the rest of the house. She backed out and closed the door before moving on to the room where she had slept. She found herself standing in the bathroom, gazing into Derek’s room. The bed was large and tempting.

  Just a few minutes inside wouldn’t matter. She ran her fingertips along the dark wood of his large bureau, looking at the few pieces of art and statues decorating the space. It was a beautiful, masculine room. It was clear no woman was represented by the furnishings. All man. All Derek. But she didn’t feel uncomfortable here. Hardly.

  She opened the door to a large closet and stepped inside. It smelled of him. Warm, soothing, sexy. She ran her hand over the ties visible in an open drawer in the built in cabinet. Smooth and sexy, just like him. She lifted a tie, a dark gray one offset with a blue pattern, and touched it to her lips. Yes, it also smelled just like him. Scrumptious. She placed it back on the shelf and closed the drawer. The one beneath was ajar and she tried to close it as well. It hung on something, so she opened it slightly and slipped her hand inside to dislodge whatever was catching. When that didn’t work, she pulled it free to try again.

  Her eyes widened at what she saw. Pictures. She felt herself grow tense and her head throbbed again, reminding her that she was in trouble. She lifted a handful of portraits and studied the one on top. A woman, bound, blindfolded, on her knees. Waiting. Sara felt her stomach tighten as she scanned the photo. She flipped to the next one. The same woman on her belly across a wooden contraption. Sara felt her skin flush. The woman was spread, naked, exposed, with something, Sara couldn’t tell what, pressed between her legs. Her wrists were bound to the wood. Her skin was striped and red, marked as if she’d been beaten. No, not beaten. This was not abuse but a lifestyle. The woman was looking at the camera, and her expression wasn’t afraid or pained. She looked… content, happy.

  The next picture caused Sara to still. A man was in the scene this time. Derek. The woman was on her knees again, with his cock in her mouth. His face was replete. Pleasured. At such total peace. The image caught him in mid-pump, she could tell by his posture, he was easing in and out of the woman’s mouth. Sara felt her
frown grow. Her rescuer wasn’t really hers. She had no reason to think he was. Still, she felt empty and lonely looking at the pictures of him with this other woman.

  She felt tears rest on her lower lids as she put the pictures back in the drawer. She slid it as far as it would close and turned to go but ran into someone standing behind her.

  She let out a shriek to wake the dead. She batted her hands, swatting at him as he gripped her shoulders. Her tears let go and trailed down her cheeks.

  “Stop. Sara.”

  Derek. She stopped fighting and stepped back, folding her arms over her chest, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily. When she tried to sidestep him to leave the confined area, he blocked her.

  “Something upset you?”

  She couldn’t meet his eyes. What place did she have in here anyway? This was his home, his personal space. She had invaded his life, his privacy, and had felt some ridiculous connection to him. She shook her head. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know him. He seemed important, was important, because she knew no one else. He was the only thing holding her from what seemed like the edge of the dark emptiness. She was trying to remain calm but she was completely lost, missing, untethered and unwanted. He was it right now. She needed to get out of here before she made a complete fool of herself. She needed…

  His warm arms pulled her close and when she should have pulled back, she buried her face in his shirt. The few tears on her cheeks seemed to multiply, and for some reason she couldn’t seem to stop them. The pictures had tipped her already untenable situation over the edge.

  “It’s alright. You’re okay.”

  She didn’t answer, just shook her head. She didn’t want his comfort. She didn’t even know him. He didn’t know her. She was just convenient and apparently easy.

  “Want to go home.” Her voice wavered as she spoke.

  He pulled back to look more closely at her face. “Do you remember home?”