He returned within moments with a bottle of wine in one hand and two fluted Waterford crystal goblets in the other.
“May I?” he asked, and when she nodded her head in assent, he filled the goblet halfway and handed it to her.
After filling his, he set the bottle on a small table next to the fireplace and sat down next to her.
“Ummm, this is good,” she complimented his choice.
“You have beautiful hair. You should wear it down more often,” Davis said, and surprised at the unexpected compliment, Candy automatically reached a hand up to finger her hair.
Instead of her customary French braid, today she’d worn her hair loose.
“Thank you. I normally wear it in a braid. It’s so thick, it gets on my nerves normally if I leave it out,” she said and wondered why she was babbling about her hair, when that was probably the thing he’d find least interesting in a topic of conversation.
“I like the French braid too; I like how you do the one braid down your head. I can never quite get it as neat when I do Angelica’s hair,” he grimaced and took another sip of his wine.
“You do Angelica’s hair?”
He laughed. “You sound surprised. Who do you think combs her hair?”
The image of him combing Angelica’s hair, parting and oiling her scalp, braiding it, flashed in her mind and she smiled, remembering her own father doing much the same for her.
She groaned inwardly, her admiration growing with the way he cared for Angelica.
As though she didn’t have it bad enough for the guy.
He reached a hand out and fingered one of her kinky curls and her breath hitched in her throat.
“I love your hair. I like it when you braid it or twist it, but I love it out like this,” he murmured.
“Maybe I should wear it down more often. You’re the second person to compliment me today,” she replied, shaking her head no when he offered her more wine.
“Oh? Who else?” he asked, casually, his hands leaving her hair.
Candy glanced up from taking the last sip of wine and noticed his casual tone was at odds with the look in his eyes.
“Nate did. But then again, Nate often gives me compliments. He’s a nice boy.”
“A nice boy who wants to fuck you. But I think you know that,” he returned so smoothly, it took a fraction longer for the words to register. Candy almost spit up the wine she’d just swallowed. She carefully placed her glass on the lip of the fireplace, before turning back to him.
“Just what is that supposed to mean? And who told you you could be so damn crude?”
“What? That he wants to fuck you…and not just have you grade his papers? Or that you already know?”
“Both!”
“Come on, Candy. We’re both adults, you know the deal as well as I do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. The next time you invite me to dinner, make sure it’s not because your strange male ego was bruised because another man wanted me, and wasn’t afraid to ask me out,” Candy replied sharply and began to rise. “This has been great, but I think it’s time for me to go.”
The minute she realized what she said, she immediately wanted to bite her tongue out. She’d spoken as though there would be a second time, when this time had been a fluke.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” she tried to play it off, trying to save face. “I wasn’t intimating there’d be a next time. Or that I wanted there to be one. I wasn’t. I don’t. I was just saying—”
The rest of her sentence was cut off when he placed a finger over her mouth, and gently pushed her back down on the pillow with his other hand.
“You’re right; I shouldn’t have been so damn crude. I’m sorry.”
Candy allowed him to press her back down on the pillow.
“I want there to be many more times. Not just one.”
“But the next time how would you feel about it being just you and me?” he asked. “And I can guarantee you I have no fear in asking you out.”
When the small dimple flashed in the corner of his sensual mouth as he gave her one of his rare, but lethal, smiles Candy felt her irritability ease.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” She murmured around the finger he still had against her mouth. He dipped his finger between the seam of her lips and fingered the inside lip, before allowing his finger to slowly trail away. The heat he’d generated from the simple touch remained.
“About as much as I am about this.”
Davis cupped the back of her head with one of his hands, his fingers tunneling through the hair at the nape of her neck. He then pulled her completely off the plush pillow and his hand palmed her ass, bringing their bodies together, flush.
When his head descended toward hers, when Candy felt his cool breath fan against the corner of her mouth he was so close, her eyes shuttered closed.
She swallowed, hard, and waited with bated breath to feel his mouth on hers.
The moment she felt his firm, cool lips touch hers, his tongue licking the seam of her lips before he eased his mouth over hers, the ease of cream trickled, slowly gathering in her panties.
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W hen he covered her plump, lush lips with his, Davis’ heart thuded strongly inside his chest and his erection kicked into overdrive.
For most of the night he’d been in a state of semi-arousal, being so close to her. The only thing keeping him in check had been the presence of his sister and daughter. But now, with them all alone, and the feel of her soft lips beneath his, all bets were off.
He wondered if she knew how badly he ached for her. Her scent beckoned him, calling out, begging him to take what was his.
He’d behaved normally, done and said all the right things with his sister and daughter present, laughed at the appropriate moments, the entire time he’d been watching her, focusing on her. Accepting her nonverbal clues that she wanted him. Picking up on the subtle sidelong looks she’d given him when she thought he wasn’t looking.
He knew he should take her home, knew it was getting late, knew the streets would be slicker the later it got and knew she needed to get up early the next day.
But none of that was going to stop him from sampling a bit of Candy.
Her accusations that he’d been interested in her solely because Nate showed interest was nowhere near the truth.
The fact that the gangly youth clearly had plans that didn’t include just a ride home may have spurred his actions. But he’d wanted her for over nine months, and he was damned if he’d let the boy sample what was his.
He lightly brushed his lips across smooth full lips, back and forth, before he settled them firmly, slanting her head for a better angle.
He kissed her, his hands roaming over her curvy little body, her plump ass and thick thighs. Her small hands weren’t idle. She matched him touch for touch, stroke for stroke.
Davis groaned out loud when her hands eased down past his chest, his stomach, until she settled them against his dick. His balls tingled when she feathered the tips of her fingers over his hardening erection.
He licked her mouth, raked his tongue across the fuller bottom lip before he dragged it deep into his mouth with his teeth. He then slowly allowed the plump lip to pop back out.
Soon the heated kisses weren’t enough.
Davis felt his erection grow thick and heavy, his balls draw tight, with each stroke of her hand against the front of his pants. With every hot caress of his tongue against her mouth he continued to stroke his hands over her, the fever burning brighter.
He cupped her round, firm ass cheeks, massaged the thick globes and gave them a quick, hard squeeze, grinding her against his dick.
“Candy, I know I’ve said this before, but you taste so damn good, so sweet, so juicy,” he said huskily, breaking away from her full, glistening, kiss-swollen lips to stare down at her flushed face.
His dick thumped when he saw the hot look of lust in her half-closed eyes.
He lifted her shirt
out of the wrap, and his hands, which had been warmed by the fire, grew even hotter as they roved over her bare skin. Beneath his massaging fingers, her skin felt as soft as butter and just as smooth and creamy.
When he reached the front of her breasts, he gently cupped their small weight in his hand, after deftly unhooking the small front closure. When her small treasures bounced free, he lifted her T-shirt up and away as he allowed her pretty unbound breasts to fill his hands perfectly.
His thumbs gave rough, simultaneous caresses over her extended nipples, toying and lightly pinching the erect buds. Davis tore his gaze away from them, wandering if he’d hurt her when she cried out.
“Oh God…that feels good,” she whimpered.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, staring down at her passion-stamped face.
After one more stinging squeeze to her nipples, which to his delight made her moan again in enjoyment, he gently cupped each side of her face. He leaned down and rubbed his cheek against hers.
He’d wanted to feel her…taste her for so long. It was hard to believe it wasn’t another one of his hot dreams.
“I love your skin, Candy. So smooth and beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she said huskily, licking her bottom lip. She glanced at him from the corners of her light brown, almondshaped eyes, almost shyly.
He needed to get them both naked, soon.
Davis removed the bra from her shoulders and eased it down her arms, smoothly removing the small T-shirt she was wearing in one move. After a moment of fumbling, he unearthed the ends of her tied skirt and unknotted the fabric.
“I’ve always wondered how you did this. I’ve wanted to unwrap you for a long time, Candy,” he admitted, his voice deep with need. He lowered her back down on her pillow and followed her, his body blanketing her.
She laughed huskily. “And you’ve unwrapped me so well.”
Her exposed breasts, although no more than a handful, were pretty and plump. The chocolate creamy mounds, topped by darker brownish red, tight nipples, reminded Davis of some type of exotic, hot chocolate sundae, complete with dark, ruby red cherries on top.
At that moment all he wanted was to dip his spoon in the tantalizing dessert.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he murmured. Seconds later, he palmed one of her tits in his hand, leaned down and stroked his tongue over one of the small spiked nipples.
After a swirl of his tongue, he dragged his mouth across the valley between her breasts, and captured its twin, swirling and laving it as well. He alternated his attention, licking each one, giving them both equal attention, but it wasn’t enough.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
After months of fantasizing what it would be like to taste her, how her tight little nipples would feel scraping against the roof of his mouth, how her rounded curves would feel crushed beneath his body…he finally had her beneath him.
“God this feels good, please don’t stop,” she begged shamelessly.
Candy arched her back sharply the minute he pulled one of her hardened nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth and began to suck on her.
Each luscious glide of his tongue against her breasts, each pull of his mouth against her aching nipples, sent cream streaming from her pussy.
When he pulled away, Candy cried out in denial.
“Sssh, it’s okay.” He leaned down and gave her a hot kiss before he turned away.
When he picked up the bottle of wine from the table near the fireplace and gave her a heated look, Candy’s heart stuttered, her body tingling in anticipation.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs? This might get a little sticky.” He took a small sip of the wine directly from the bottle and leaned back down and kissed her, transferring a bit of the sweet liquid into her open mouth.
“God, yes,” she agreed after swallowing. She squealed when he lifted her in his arms.
He gave a guttural laugh in return, gave her one more smacking kiss on her lips, and carried both her and the wine bottle up the winding staircase.
In the darkness of the house, with no lights with the exception of the dim hall light on in the upper rooms to guide Davis, Candy felt secure in his embrace. He strode with purpose toward the partially opened door at the end of the hall and carried her inside.
They were silent during the short trip from the living area to his bedroom. The passion, the hush of expectancy of what was to come, was so intense it was a tangible, breathing entity.
No lights were on in the bedroom, yet the illumination from the moon streamed in from the open blinds, enabling her to see the room clearly. He carried her to the massive four-poster bed in the middle of the luxurious room, and gently laid her down.
The minute her body made contact with the bed, Candy glanced down. She’d expected to feel crisp, cotton sheets beneath her, and was surprised to feel the cool, slick caress of satin sheets against her skin instead.
She barely had enough time to enjoy the sensation as she rubbed her body against the sheets on the firm, yet soft mattress before he’d taken both of her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head. The action forced her small breasts to slap against each other.
He sat on the side of the bed and stared down at her nearly nude body.
“What?” Candy whispered, barely able to choke the question out.
He’d held on to the bottle of Merlot. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he held the bottle high above her body and tilted it, allowing several drops to fall and dribble down between the valley of her bared breasts.
“This is what I plan to do with the Merlot,” he finally answered her question.
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“O h God,” she cried out sharply. His hot velvet tongue lapped a rough caress between her breasts.
His tongue lazily swirled a pattern around the underside of one of her breasts, lapping up the trail from the drizzle of wine. He popped one erect, taut nipple into his mouth and pulled so hard Candy felt a direct zing to the core of her femininity from his insistent tugging.
“Mmm, delicious,” he murmured in satisfaction, releasing the bud and licking around one areola.
Candy squirmed beneath him as the moisture between her thighs increased from the contrast of his hot mouth and the cool satin of the sheets against her skin.
He released her breast and trailed his tongue down the midline of her body. He followed the sticky trail where the last of the wine had pooled in the deep recess of her belly button.
Although she’d had her belly pierced for several years, no one had ever given it the attention Davis currently was. He carefully licked the remnants of the wine from her body, swirling his tongue around the gemstone, until she wanted to scream, the pleasure was so intense.
Davis reluctantly shifted away from her belly with one last lingering kiss. He sat up and quickly stripped out of his shirt.
He undid his zipper and yanked off his pants, along with his boxers, shoving them both down his legs. Candy leaned on one elbow to watch. Her eyes widened when he stood before her, naked and deliciously aroused.
A sharp pang of desire furled low in her belly as she viewed his naked body. The moonlight filled the room, allowing Candy to see his body. Clearly.
And damn, what a body it was.
If she thought he had a hot body fully clothed, if she thought he was sinfully gorgeous before, it was nothing compared to what the man looked like stripped down, standing before her, hot and hard. His body looked as though it belonged in a centerfold for Playgirl magazine. His impossibly long, beautifully hard cock curved so enticingly against the dark sprinkle of hair on his stomach. Candy squirmed, clamping her legs together in eager anticipation.
He didn’t have one bit of extraneous flesh on his hard body, not one ounce of flab marred his lean waist.
Candy bit the inside of her cheek to prevent an irresistible desire she had to thank God out loud for the fine specimen of manhood walking toward her.
Once he was within touching distance, she brought herself to he
r knees, and allowed her hands to rest on his chest.
Her fingers followed the fine dusting of hair that matted the broad expanse of his densely muscled chest; they dipped and feathered beneath his hard pecs.
She placed a finger in her mouth and licked it before she returned it to his chest, swirling and circling his small, erect nipples.
He uttered a harsh groan and she glanced up. Candy smiled at him before turning her attention back to his beautiful male body.
Her gaze and fingers followed the V of hair as it ran down the length of his upper body, past his muscle-ridged abdomen, before her gaze halted. She stared in helpless fascination at the long, hard length of his smooth, lightly veined cock.
Candy reached out and curled her hand around the steely shaft.
“Oooh,” she groaned, whimpering in hot anticipation when her hand wasn’t able to close around his thickness.
She brushed a thumb over the small eye at the head of his penis, catching a bit of his sticky pre-cum dew and when he groaned, low in his throat, she gave an answering purr of delight.
Her palm caressed his plump bulbous end, transferring more of his essences over the broad head, before she stroked her hand over him. She fondled him from his tightly drawn balls back to the tip of his erection, once, twice…and watched in fascination as it grew longer, harder.
The soft smooth feel of his skin was in direct contrast to the hard length of dick she was holding in her hand. It turned Candy on that she was holding so much raw masculine strength in her hand.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Davis released a sound that was halfway between a groan and laugh. One of her hands remained on his cock, the other grasped his lightly furred, drawn-up balls.
She let go of his balls and grasped his dick with both hands, caressing him, rotating her hands in opposite directions, while stroking the length of his erection.
“Baby, what are you doing? I want to—”
His words were cut short. He shouted in pleasure when Candy stopped her movements, grasped the base of his penis firmly with both hands and eased her mouth over the bulbous head.
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