“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
She nodded, yanking hard on his hair. “Come here, come here,” she begged, urging him up over her.
Damn. He couldn’t believe how the sharp tugs on his hair excited him. His eyes closed in bliss when she threaded her fingers through and grasped the strands.
“Sam…”
Oh, right. He came back to earth. He had her where he wanted her, and he’d follow her directions. Rising above her, he caressed his cock, brushing the head through the juices of her weeping pussy. He had to grit his back teeth to keep from shooting off too fast.
“Sam!”
And then he thrust. All the way in. One smooth glide into her heavenly tight cunt. He couldn’t stifle a loud groan. Finding her mouth again, he kissed her hard, driving his hips into her. He’d been waiting a long time, a lifetime, for her.
She panted.
He loved it when she panted.
She cried out.
He loved it when she cried out.
Fuck! He couldn’t think any more. His body took over, and he buried himself inside her, over and over, surging deeply, pushing her toward the headboard. “Liz. Oh, fuck.”
“God, yes,” she sobbed.
He’d wanted her so badly, had hardly been able to wait for her. And then he exploded, convulsing into her, his semen coming in pulsing thick jets. He couldn’t stop the aftershocks, couldn’t stop the rotation of his hips. “Jesus,” he groaned into the cradle of her neck. Her fingers still gripped his hair, and it still fucking turned him on!
She slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze.
He almost said it. The first words almost out of his mouth were going to be I love you.
Instead, he said, “Are you okay?”
Her answer was the wide-eyed, open mouth expression on her face. A little fear, a little awe, then her hands dropped from his head to the bed in surrender. “Very.”
* * * *
Liz awoke, her bottom pressed spoon-wise against a ramrod-stiff male appendage. Flushing, hot sweat broke out on her body. Even so, she didn’t want to move away from the furnace behind her.
Delicately he caressed her belly and thighs, smoothing gentle fingers across her hip, up over her breasts. She’d never been so thoroughly made love to, or so well. Extraordinarily generous and giving, he’d aroused her to the heights of her climax before he had his own. No one she’d ever known had the expertise of this man.
“How can you be cold, Liz.” He nuzzled her ear.
“Huh?”
“You’re shivering. Am I going to have to warm you up?” he chuckled teasingly. “Again.”
“Oh,” she responded distractedly. “I’m not cold.” She snuggled back into the shelter of his warmth.
“Good, because I’d hate to have to do any of this.” He splayed his hand downward over her belly, brushing his palm over her mound, curving his fingers into her sheath.
She arched, covering his hand with hers and pressing, as if he needed any encouragement. Two fingers speared easily inside her. She wiggled her bottom, wedging his cock into the crease. She could get used to this. Used to him.
“I like when you do that.” He interrupted her thoughts.
“Ahh.” He scissored his fingers inside her. “Do what?” she sighed.
“Wiggle.” His fingers slid out and spread the slick wetness around her clit.
A breath escaped on a moan. Her hips shimmied.
“Like that,” he whispered, rubbing the sides of her clit. “I love to make you come.”
She vaguely heard him, the sensations taking over her brain. She felt them, though. Her insides quivered, rattled like little crystal pieces as he played and teased and tormented. Her climax would never happen. He kept her on the edge for so long, she was afraid she’d die before her release came.
“Ooo…” Her cry surprised her as she tumbled over the edge, hips jerking, thighs squeezing his hand between them trying to contain the climax. Contain the surprising turn in her life. God, she didn’t want this to end.
Chapter 16
Even though exhausted and barely able to walk in the morning, they decided to get up, get dressed, and see the sights of the Big Easy. Instead of a big breakfast at Brennan’s, they found a table at Café du Monde. The morning air felt comfortably cool, and they decided to sit outside in the sunshine drinking strong chicory coffee and coating their cheeks and clothes in powdered sugar from the beignets.
She laughed, a happy, carefree sound, her smile, a self-satisfied tease. “You have white all over your beard.”
Sam took the golden opportunity to stroke her fingers with his tongue when she brushed at the sticky stuff in his mustache. Damn, but she tasted sweet. She drew her tongue across her upper lip to taunt him. Her lips pursed in a kissing motion, and her eyes focused on his mouth when he smoothed his tongue down to the sensitive spot between her fingers. Her gaze, gleaming with playful sensuality, slowly rose to his and held. He rolled his tongue around her finger mimicking her sucking his cock.
“Ohh…” Her teeth nipped at her lower lip, eyes wide with devilment.
He brushed his fingers over her soft cheek and felt the amazing connection, even more powerful than what had been between them during the night hours.
Then, the clatter of dishes interrupted his thoughts.
She blinked as if coming out of a trance. Turning beet red and looking guiltily around, she scolded him, “There are people here.” But she looked as aroused as he felt. “Behave.”
“You know, that’s one of the things I like about you,” he said in a voice more hoarse than he would have liked. Sliding closer and draping his arm over the back of her chair, he added, “You’re proper when we’re in public, but you like to play dirty in private.”
“Unh hunh.” She smiled wickedly and winked.
He nuzzled her neck, biting her earlobe delicately. He wondered how she’d take it if he told her he’d watched her boldly and very improperly masturbate.
Many eyes followed them when they left the café. Even in a town of lovers, they’d just provided titillating entertainment for the crowd, and he couldn’t care less. Conscious that his problems were far away in another state and that he was glued to the side of this beautiful, sensual woman, he felt liberated and extremely lucky. If only he didn’t feel quite so guilty for not telling her everything. Like about Petey’s coma and brain damage.
“You know, this is the first time we’ve been in the daylight together.” She smiled. “You’re pretty cute.”
He tightened his arm around her waist and returned her smile. “And you’re beautiful.” God, she was stunning. Daytime or nighttime, she glowed. Candlelight or sunlight, she took his breath away. That heated, fuzzy feeling flowed through him again. Again? It hadn’t stopped since he’d laid eyes on her last night.
Haltingly, because they kept stalling in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss, they wandered the narrow, historic streets, past St. Louis Cathedral, and along Royal Street to the antique shops.
“Oh, Sam, can we go in?”
“For a price, m’dear.” He grinned and twirled the end of his mustache.
“And that would be?” She moved into his body, nudging their bellies together, flirting outrageously right back.
He tightened his fingers around her waist, prodding his aroused cock against her stomach. “Twenty minutes of full frontal nudity.”
“Okay,” she answered immediately, nipping at the side of his neck. “Only twenty?”
Her heated breath bathed his skin. “Mmmm. Not so fast, darlin’. I wasn’t finished.” Huskily, he barely managed to eke the words out. “Twenty minutes with you lying on top of me.”
“I don’t see any problems with that.” She wasn’t daunted by his negotiating technique as she brushed her thumb over his lower lip. “You’re making it too easy for me, baby.”
Grinning, she turned and fled into a shop, leaving him outside listening to the tinkle of the little bell over the door.
He entered the shop chuckling. No doubt about it, he’d have more.
She oohed and aahed over every piece of old jewelry in the display case. Although busy trying to hide his erection, he noted the pieces that especially fascinated her. She repeatedly sidled back to a necklace that the salesman, sensing her interest, had placed on the counter. Sam casually leaned over her shoulder, which had a two-part bonus. He could hide his boner, which hadn’t subsided, from the salesman and, at the same time, press it against her luscious ass.
“You have the prettiest ass, honey. I’m just dying to see that thong again,” he whispered into her ear. “What are those stones?” he asked aloud.
She subtly pushed back at him with said beautiful ass, smiled devilishly, and said, “Amber. Isn’t it lovely?”
He grasped her waist, hooked his chin on her shoulder, and said, “Let me buy it for you.”
“Oh, my God, no. You can’t do that. It’s too expensive.”
“I want to.” The scent of her perfume, bal-a something, drove him nuts. He gave a quick nipping kiss to the side of her neck. This way he would be with her always. She’d have a remembrance of him when this was over. Because, as good as this was, he was afraid it couldn’t last.
Shit, don’t think that far ahead. Just think about the now.
After handing over his credit card, he insisted on placing the piece around her neck, his fingers circling her collarbone and grazing over the soft spot in the middle. Turning her to face him, he stared at her delicious beauty, and traced the little gold rings that attached the smooth amber nuggets together.
“Sam, thank you. It’s like a fairy necklace.”
Their gazes met. Their hands collided over the chain, his bigger one caressed hers from fingertips to wrist.
God, give me just a little more time with her.
He yearned for this normalcy, well, if lust and sex and hot woman could be called normal. It could in his book. “You are so beautiful,” he said, stepping closer so no space remained between them. His hands rested possessively on her shoulders, and he angled his head to kiss her.
The bell on the shop door jingled, and he realized they’d become the show in the main lounge. Again. “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
Half a block down Royal, a sudden rain shower hit. They sought shelter under an ornate second floor veranda, and he pressed her against the brick wall, kissing her senseless. He needed to put his arms around her, needed to kiss the living daylights out of her. She belonged to him now. She would forever wear his fairy necklace, and he’d live on in her heart. And she’d live in his.
She slid her arms around his waist, splaying her fingers possessively across his back. Overwhelmed by the happiness he wasn’t used to, he wrapped both hands around her neck, tipping up her chin with his thumbs. Sipping delicately from her lips, he nibbled, tasting the remaining sticky sweetness of the beignets they’d eaten. Her warm breath hitched as she tried to catch his lips to deepen the kiss. He had too much fun teasing her into a frenzy.
Her hands clutched his waist, and she pulled his hips closer, sliding her palms down over his ass.
“Sweetheart, maybe we should go back to the hotel and take a nap, huh?” he suggested, while she nuzzled his neck and caressed his rear end.
“But I need dinner to build up my strength, darling, we’ve been on the move all day.”
“You’re a little teasing witch, but you taste so sweet, I’ll forgive you. I think I’ll sprinkle powdered sugar all over your body, then lick it off.”
“Okay.” Her head dropped back, and she sighed. “That’ll be quite pleasant.”
“It’ll be more than pleasant, I can promise you, sweetheart.” He raked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, pumping slowly just as he’d like to do with his cock. If it were just a little darker, he’d skim his fingers beneath the sexy miniskirt, up the thigh highs he’d slobbered over when she put them on this morning. She’d purposely teased him with a glimpse of the teeny thong threading her crack.
Fuck, yes, we need a nap!
“Dinner,” she murmured against his lips. “Then nap,” she promised, making air quotes with her fingers.
The Court of Two Sisters turned out to be the closest restaurant, so that’s where they ended up. The central courtyard had been wiped dry from the rain shower, and twinkly lights in the trees and candles on the tables provided a soft romantic glow.
After they ordered, her fairy necklace caught his gaze. It gleamed as if lit magically from within by centuries of the amber’s history. He feasted his eyes on her beautiful face. She’d worn her hair up for coolness in today’s humidity, exposing her graceful neck. Little wispy tendrils curled over her temples and around her ears.
She met his gaze, her lips parted slightly.
Her pinkened cheek drew his fingertips, and he brushed them across the smooth skin, eliciting a little crooked smile from her. Her lashes lowered in pleasure then opened again, brimming with tenderness and passion.
“Have I told you how lovely you are?” he murmured.
“Not for a while.”
He traced her lip, her jaw and continued down her neck to rest on the golden amber stones. Slipping a finger under the links, he tugged gently bringing her closer. Her breath came faster, and the swell of her breasts enticed his fingers to wander lower. He trailed over the upper curve, hungrily watching his hand rise and fall with her rough breaths.
His palm itched to cover her soft flesh, and his mouth watered at the button of her nipple, stiff and distinct enough to show through bra and top. A potent desire swamped him. It was only the appearance of the waiter that brought him to his senses. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but touching and loving her.
Eating became his torment, envious of every morsel she brought to her lips. He begrudged every second his mouth wasn’t on her. He tasted nothing, remembered nothing of what he ate. His whole mind centered on getting her back to the hotel and into bed.
Her eyes matched his with the same heated emotion. He wanted her so much. Wanted to make love to her while the fairy necklace circled her neck, wanted her to never forget that he gave it to her.
The tip of her tongue stroked over her upper lip, and she walked her fingers across the table to tap on the back of his hand. “Are you about finished?”
His face felt stiff when he finally cracked a smile. Now it was her turn to hurry him along.
He was so there.
* * * *
Sam’s hand curved around her bottom, and he ushered her into the hotel room. It had been a wonderful day. He’d always been near her, his arm around her shoulders as they listened to a street jazz band. He’d trudged into the shops with her, never complaining, always attentive. His absorption in her, having this gorgeous man focusing all his considerable attention on her, awakened her as if she’d never loved before. Caught up in fascination and the sexual draw and in this magical day in this magical town, her heart knew they were meant to be together.
Now, in the dark room, she turned to him, ran her hands over his incredibly hard-muscled chest, around his neck, into his hair. He rested his hands at her waist and pushed her onto the bed. She went easily, wanting the feel of his weight on her. She saw the sparkle of calculation in his eyes.
He sat up on his knees and splayed his big hand on her belly. “I want to tie you up,” he growled.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. Her eyes widened. Her tongue traced her upper lip. Her nipples ached, her sheath softening, open and wet.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, his lips hovering, his breath warming her face. He drew her lower lip between his teeth, the bite barely restrained, then his lips quirked. “I promise.”
She wanted to test the limits with him. Live life with him. “Yes,” she hissed.
He spread both palms over her belly, around her waist, and flipped her over onto her stomach.
She gasped when the bed bounced as he stood.
She turned her head to watch him. Possession ran both ways. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded, but could only manage a whisper. “Let me watch.” He had such a spectacular body, and she wanted to take it all in.
His chest heaved, his expression suddenly unsure.
She wanted to assure him. “Whatever you want.” Her voice had a rough edge. She started to raise herself onto her elbows to watch.
He growled, “Stay down.” He dragged her arms above her head. “Don’t move.” He pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, slid the zipper down, carefully, and dropped his pants, never releasing her gaze. His sexy black cotton boxers hugged bulging thigh muscles like a second skin. He looked great in clothes, great in underwear, and absolutely the greatest in nothing at all.
He shucked the boxers. Her gaze roamed over his body with its broad shoulders and that thick, black hair layered over his muscled chest. The lower half of him tapered to narrow hips and a flat belly. Yum. She licked her lips in a rush of greedy need. “I want to suck your cock.” The responding surge of his penis, its bob, the flex of his hips, made her grin. He wasn’t the only one with the power. She rested her cheek on her arm while he rustled around the room.
“Scarves, what do you have?”
She knew what he was looking for. Oh, God, he would really tie her up. Her breath came out in a sob. “Stockings…” Oh, yeah, she was willing to sacrifice an expensive pair of thigh highs for this.
“One chance to back out.” His expression turned sober as he knelt on one knee next to her hip. “Liz, are you positive?”
“Stop.”
His expression showed pure devastation, but he wiped it off as fast as it appeared. She loved him fiercely in that moment. He cared enough, had control enough, to put her feelings first.
He breathed through his open mouth, his chest rising and falling in alarm.
“Stop…talking and do it. I want you to.” I love you.
Quickly up again and rummaging through the drawers in the bureau, he found a pair of stockings, apparently not needing to be invited twice.
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