“I’d much rather be bad,” she replied with a slow, sultry sweep of her eyes down his face to his mouth—that mouth that she loved so much—then back up again. She gave him a coquettish grin. “You could teach me.”
He groaned. “Trust me, baby, I have every intention of doing exactly that.” Finally reaching the last button, he pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her black slacks. Letting the tails hang, he lifted his hands to part the sides of the garment, revealing the shadowy valley between her breasts. Bending down, he angled his head and kissed her there, a moist, lingering kiss, feeling the faint hammering of her heartbeat against his lips, the rise and fall of her breasts with each ragged breath. His composure was disintegrating rapidly. Straightening, he slipped his hands beneath the silk fabric of her blouse, watching as he spread the panels, separating them to reveal her breasts to his heated gaze. God, she had the most gorgeous breasts! Full. Firm, with large, dusky nipples and light brown areolae. Her pale skin was silky smooth and had a sheen to it as if it had been burnished with powdered pearls.
He slid her blouse off her shoulders, letting the fabric gather at her elbows while he slid his hands up beneath her breasts, hefting first one then the other, lifting them, separating them, pushing them together, tantalized by the sight of her supple flesh alternately flattening and swelling, changing shape with each move. “I love your tits, baby,” he murmured, his voice raspy as sandpaper. “I love lookin’ at ’em, love touchin’ ’em, love tastin’ ’em.” Mashing them together and shoving them upward, he bent his head and drew one puckered nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suckle before switching to the other one, moving back and forth between them. Electricity zapped from her nipples straight to her clit.
Leah threw back her head, arching forward to push herself more deeply into his mouth. “Yes,” she groaned. “Yes. Yes. Yes. God, I love it when you do that.”
He suckled, nibbled, licked, and lashed his tongue across her nipples until the only sound coming from her was a high, keening wail. He lifted his head, giving her a lazy smile that was so potent, it warmed her all the way to her toes. The cool air in the room brushed across her wet nipples, tightening them even further. Liquid heat pooled between her legs as his hands moved to the button of her black gabardine slacks, sliding it through the hole and lowering the zipper with a soft rasp. Hunkering down in front of her, he shimmied them down her legs, noting with satisfaction that she wasn’t wearing panties. Good girl. Even without being told, she was following the rules like the true submissive she was. “Step out.”
Holding onto his shoulders for balance, she stepped out of her pants, kicking them aside. Clay buried his face against her stomach, exploring her navel with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm and shiver. His tongue and lips began a slow, meandering journey, mapping the contours of her flat abdomen, her slightly rounded belly, her satin-smooth, hairless mound—which he had shaved himself before leaving the hotel that morning—creeping ever closer to the top of her slit. Leah straightened, placing her hands on the top of his head and arching her hips forward, seeking his touch. He parted her labia with his thumbs, staring at the swollen flesh that met his gaze. The scent of her arousal hit him like a narcotic, making him desperate to taste her. He bent his head. His breath flowed over her flawless skin like warm silk. Then he lashed his tongue across her clit, sending a bolt of lightning crackling through her like he’d flipped a switch.
She sucked in an audible breath and her body locked into a rigid bow as he began lapping at her, making her tingle from head to toe. She felt like she was riding a streak of lightning that flashed from cloud to cloud, never touching the ground. Nearly overcome with lust, her breathing was rapid and shallow and she was trembling so hard, Clay feared she would collapse. “Come on, baby, let’s get you on the bed.” He picked her up and carried her across the room, laying her down gently on top of the covers. He manipulated her arms through the sleeves of her cream silk blouse, pulling it from beneath her and dropping it on the floor.
Removing his own clothes in record time, he crawled over her, and lay down beside her, pressing his lips to the runaway pulse in her neck. “Breathe, baby,” he said in her ear. He placed his hand on her abdomen. “Just take a slow, deep breath.” Her rib cage expanded beneath his hand. “Now let it out, nice and slow, that’s it, that’s it. Okay, now do it again.” He guided her through several more deep breaths, noting with satisfaction the slowing of her pulse rate against his mouth. “Just relax, baby.”
“Make love to me, Raven,” she whispered, arching up into his hand. “Come inside me. Please. I want you inside me.”
“I want that too,” he whispered back. “More than you know. I want to be so far inside you I’ll never find my way back out.”
“And no condom. I want to feel you, not rubber. I want to feel your cum splashing inside me.”
“All right, baby. No more condoms.” He closed his eyes, overcome with love for this gracious, generous woman. He had to take a deep breath before he could continue. “I’ve never taken a woman without one before. You’ll be the first. And the last. I’m gonna stake my claim on you until there is no doubt in your mind who you belong to.” His eyes opened to look directly into hers. “Jesus, baby, I’ve dreamed of what you would feel like grippin’ my cock. I can’t wait to feel your wet, silky heat on my bare skin.”
She gave him a sly smile and slow undulation of her hips. “Then don’t you think it’s time to quit talking about it and start doing it?” she suggested impishly.
His answering grin was roguish. “Oh, yeah. Couldn’t have put it better myself. Spread your legs, baby.” He knifed up and rolled over her, kneeling between her outstretched legs, supporting his weight on his hands beside her shoulders. He loomed over her, dark and intent. He flexed his hips, sliding his rigid cock up and down her cleft, lubricating himself with the copious flow of her juice. “Grab my cock and guide me home, baby. I want to feel every hot, wet inch as I sink inside you.”
Reaching between them, she wrapped her fist around his cock, a bar of solid steel covered with red-hot velvet. Notching the tip at the entrance to her vagina, she arched her hips upward, sucking in an audible gasp as she felt his girth part her tissues, penetrating her the first few inches.
He drew back out slightly and, with a flex of his hips he thrust all the way in in one smooth glide, filling her, stretching her, piercing her nearly to her heart. With a shuddering sigh she welcomed him inside her tight passage, her muscles gripping him like a fist, rippling around him as she adjusted to his presence. Placing his hands close to her head, he lowered his body to support his weight on his elbows and began a slow, rhythmic thrusting in and out of her scorching passage. The heat of his breath against her skin sent goose bumps shivering up and down her spine. “I am going to take you, Leah,” he said, his voice a raspy promise in her ear. “I am going to take you over and over until you think you’re going to die of pleasure. Until you know that you are mine.” On the last word he drove his cock into her, scraping his entire length against her clit, tightening the coil inside her until it was about to snap.
When he started to withdraw, she threw her legs around his hips to hold him inside her. But he managed to pull out until just his flared cock head remained inside her opening. “Not yet, baby. You are not the one in charge here.” A quick pump of his hips sent him thrusting back in, wrenching a cry from her throat as he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into her, timing his next three thrusts with the words ‘mine’. “You are mine to keep. Mine to treasure. Mine to love and cherish.” Every thrust seemed to go deeper. Every thrust built her arousal until her clit was burning and her muscles were so taut, she feared she was on the verge of detonating like a bomb blast. His next words were ripped from him with each thrust. “Because. You. Are. My. Heart!”
They came together with a scream as their bodies ignited in a white-hot conflagration, shattering them both into shards of pleasure that blasted them into the stratosphere,
where they hung, scintillating, shimmering, sparkling, before fading away and drifting slowly back to earth.
With a sigh, Clay slid his arms beneath Leah’s shoulders and rolled them both onto their sides. Then he completed the roll, ending up on his back with her sprawled on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. His cock stayed inside her, kept semi-erect by each contraction of her muscles as aftershocks of her massive orgasm continued to shudder through her. His hands moved to her hips and began lifting her up and down on his cock, angling her hips so that he scraped against her g-spot, stoking her arousal with every stroke.
She felt him thicken and grow inside her and within just a few moments every muscle in her body was straining, reaching for the orgasm that was waiting for her to claim it. Taking control of her own movements, she slowed her strokes, increasing the angle to prolong the drag of his cock head across her g-spot until the tension inside her finally snapped and a second orgasm catapulted through her, tearing a guttural scream from her throat as she gave herself over to the pleasure convulsing through her.
While she was still spasming, Clay grabbed her hips, holding her still for his rapid strokes as he powered up into her over and over until he, too, exploded in climax, his cum bursting against the mouth of her womb. He pulled her down, grinding his pelvis against hers to prolong the pleasure for both of them until she collapsed against him, lungs heaving as she desperately tried to suck air into them. Clay’s arms went around her, holding her fiercely until her breathing finally slowed and he felt her body go limp. Careful not to wake her, he rolled her onto her side, extricated himself from her hold. He went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Returning with two wet washcloths, he used one to clean between her legs, carefully removing the sticky residue of their commingled fluids from every inch of skin. He used the second one to wipe the drying sweat from her neck, back, breasts and belly. Then he crawled back into bed beside her, pulled her warm, supple body against him, avoiding the wet spot on the sheet, and within minutes they were both asleep.
They woke several times during the night, reaching for each other with a sense of urgency they could neither ignore nor deny. A sense of urgency that lent a feverish intensity to every act of coupling, making each time more precious and more explosive than the last until, finally, exhausted, they fell into a deep sleep shortly before dawn.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Oh, my God!” Leah groaned in a sleep-rasped voice. “What is that God awful noise? Turn it off, turn it off!” Rolling over onto her tummy, she grabbed a pillow and jammed it down over her ears, barely hearing the rumbling thunder of Clay’s chuckle as he reached back behind him and fumbled for the alarm. At the sudden cessation of noise, she let out another groan, this one of relief.
“C’mon, baby, we need to get to the hospital to see how your uncle is doing.”
She let him pull the covers off of her and pull her up into a sitting position. Scooting her ass across the sheet, she placed both feet flat on the floor and stood up, following him into the bathroom. Standing behind him, yawning hugely, she pressed her forehead against his back, waiting as he turned on the shower and tested the water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he got in, taking the full brunt of the spray on his back as he pulled her in to stand in front of him. First he shampooed and rinsed her hair. Then, lathering up a bath poof with her flower-scented body wash, he washed every inch of her skin, gentling his touch on her reddened nipples and the still-swollen, still-sensitive skin of her vulva, guided by her soft moans and her sudden, hissing intakes of breath. He moved aside and let the hot water sluice the suds from her body while he quickly washed and rinsed himself. He dried them both with a thick, terrycloth bath towel. Then he shaved her pussy and had her lean over the counter while he inserted the pink-jeweled stainless steel plug up her ass. He stepped aside and had her hold her butt cheeks open while he held a hand mirror behind her so she could see how beautiful she looked with that little gem sparkling at the entrance to her anus. “Consider that your temporary engagement ring,” he joked. “And tonight will be our wedding night, where I’ll take your last virginity.” That wasn’t a joke.
Holy crap, he’s going to fuck me in the ass! Somehow she didn’t find that thought nearly as disturbing as she once would have. She straightened, barely even feeling the alien presence in her ass. It was amazing how quickly she had adapted to its presence.
Wrapping the towel around her, she went into the walk-in closet and came back out carrying a pair of slacks and the turquoise silk blouse she’d been wearing the day he’d picked her up at the West Palm Beach airport. Clay just smiled and shook his head. “No slacks. We’re getting married, remember? Unless you want to back out.”
“Trying to get rid of me already?” she teased.
His eyes darkened, making her shiver. “Never,” he vowed.
“No, really.” She put her hand on his arm, her eyes wide and owl-like. “I’m serious. If you’re having second thoughts…”
“Never.” He smiled down at her, placing his hand over hers. “Wait here, I want to show you something.” He walked over to a dresser, dug around in a drawer and came back to her carrying a zip lock plastic bag. He stopped in front of her and handed it to her without a word of explanation. She just looked at it, mystified. It seemed to be a neatly folded gray T-shirt, slightly stained and sprinkled with grains of sand. She could see enough of the lettering to know that it said Property of the U.S. Navy. She looked up at him, her eyes full of questions.
“When I got home that day three years ago,” he began quietly, “and started to undress to take a shower, I realized that this shirt still smelled like you. Like a combination of flowers and sunshine and some sweet, exotic fruit. It was my only connection to you and I didn’t want to lose that. So I put it in this bag and closed it up.”
“You’ve kept it all these years?” She touched it with a reverent finger. “Why?”
“Because I felt that as long as I had this, I had hope that one day I would find you again.”
She just stared up at him, caught up in a maelstrom of emotions. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, overcome not just by his words, but by the force of the love behind them. A love so powerful, it swept away every last lingering doubt, incinerating them to ash and smoke. A love that shone in his eyes like a lambent flame. A flame that flared to life as his head descended and his tongue came out to lick the salty tears first from her cheeks, then from the seam of her lips, absorbing her distress and allowing peace to fill her body and mind.
His lips nibbled at hers in a series of drugging kisses that heated her blood and melted her insides. When he finally lifted his mouth, she let out a whimper, opening her eyes to find him still looking at her. “I love you Leah. From the moment I first saw you three years ago and held you in my arms, I knew you were the one for me. I’ll never have doubts or second thoughts.”
“Neither will I,” she swore. “I love you too.”
He kissed her again. “Wait here.” He went into the closet and picked through her expanded wardrobe. While they’d been in San Francisco, they had made a quick side trip to Leah’s high-rise condo with an empty suitcase which she’d filled with more clothes and personal items. And more shoes. He finally emerging with a gauzy, sleeveless sundress the color of crushed raspberries. It had a full, flirty skirt, a fitted bodice and a long sash that was supposed to cross in front and tie around the back. He also carried a pair of strappy sandals with raspberry leather and beaded flowers on the vamp, placing them on the bed as he approached her, the dress in his hand. She stood like a mannequin and let him dress her, her breath hitching at every tantalizing brush of his hands against her oh-so-sensitive skin. He did everything but tie the sash, which she found puzzling, but didn’t question. She started toward the dresser, sash trailing, but he stopped her. Taking her hand, he led her over to a straight-backed, wooden chair and unexpectedly twirled her under his arm like a dancer, surprising a giggle out of her. “Sit,” he instructed. “Pull the b
ack of your skirt up and put your bare ass on the seat.”
She sat as directed, watching with avid eyes as he picked up the ends of the trailing sash and held them like he’d held Hercules’s reins, studying them. “You know what I like most about this particular feature?” he mused almost as if he were talking to himself.
She gulped. “No, what?”
“This.” He came around behind her, bringing the two sashes with him and proceeded to use them to tie her hands, first to each other, then to the back of the chair before coming back around to the front. He stood there, staring avidly down at her. His gaze was hot and hard. As was his cock, curving upward and straining against his belly. A wicked smile flirted with his lips. “Oh, yeah. You’re going to be wearing that dress a lot.”
Holy crap! Her belly did a nosedive and she knew she was going to leave a big wet stain on the wooden seat of the chair.
He walked back into the closet and brought out a pair of charcoal gray dress slacks and a crisp white cotton dress shirt. While she sat there and watched, literally tied to the chair, he proceeded to dress quickly. He didn’t bother with a tie, just left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing the dusky skin of his neck and collar bone beneath. He left his hair loose, flowing like a black curtain down over his shoulders and back as he stuffed his feet into a pair of black cowboy boots with a hand stitched flame design in red. Holy crap! What was there about cowboy boots that made a man look so damn sexy? Despite the civilizing influence of his clothes, he looked positively primitive. Almost savage. A primal warrior ready to hunt down and capture his maiden of choice and ravish her over and over again until she surrendered to him completely.
Leah sucked in a deep breath as he picked up her sandals from where he’d placed them on the bed. They looked impossibly feminine in his large, masculine hand. He hunkered down in front of her and picked up her left foot, kissing and licking her toes until she was wiggling and squealing with ticklish pleasure, before slipping the sandal on. He repeated the process with her right foot. Then, his eyes never leaving hers, he wrapped his large, warm hands around her ankles and began stroking up the backs of her calves to her thighs, gradually pushing up the hem of her dress until it was bunched around her waist. Moving his hands to her knees, he spread them slowly, deliberately, until the glistening pink folds of her pussy were revealed to his rapt gaze. Curving his arms beneath her thighs, he pulled her ass forward in the chair until her butt was perched right on the edge, her pussy just inches from his face. Since her arms were still tied to the back of the chair, she was inclined backwards, her head at an awkward angle. “Lovely,” he murmured. “From now on,” he said, his quiet voice weaving a spell around her, lulling her senses, “unless we’re going riding, I want you to wear dresses or skirts so I can touch you whenever I want. And whenever we’re alone, this is how I want you to sit. With your bare ass on the seat and your skirt up around your waist so I can see this glorious pussy.”
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