ColdNightsHotBodies

by Lily Harlem

  I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.

  Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.

  Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. “I’ve only got one,” he said, “but when we need more there’s a machine in the gents’ downstairs.”

  I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn’t, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I’d been blessed with.

  Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.

  I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.

  “You okay?” he asked, stilling in front of me.

  Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. “Yes, I’m fine.”

  He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.

  Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.

  He tensed.

  I glanced up at his face. “Can I?” I asked.

  The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. “Be my guest.”

  Pulling the boxers away from his cock, I exposed the round, smooth head. Tugged lower and released his thick shaft corded with bulging veins.

  He reached for the material and with one smooth movement shoved the boxers so they landed at his feet.

  I stared at his cock. The head was flushed a deep, berry red and the shaft rose from a nest of jet-black pubic hair. But more than anything else I was mesmerized by the sheer size. Sure, in my books the heroes were always blessed with wide girths and impressive lengths, Captain Hawkeye particularly. But none of my novels had prepared me for coming face-to-face with a real cock. A real, live enormous one.

  As if sensing my apprehension, Shane murmured, “It’s okay, honey, this will work fine.” He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Are you sure?” I glanced up at his face. From where I sat it seemed like a physical impossibility.

  “Of course I’m sure,” he said with a smile. “We’ll just take it nice and slow. Make sure you’re ready.”

  What could I do but trust him? I looked back at his cock. I wanted to touch it, wanted to learn its shape and texture with my fingertips.

  Reaching tentatively forward, I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It bobbed upward and I squeezed, squeezed until I could feel unyielding cords of hardness beneath his taut, soft skin.

  He hissed in a breath. “Jesus, your fingers are so tiny on me.” He placed his big hand over mine and increased the tension of my grip. I became aware of his pulse beating rapidly through his cock into my palm. Fascinated, I watched a small drip of pearly fluid appear in his slit.

  “Should we put the condom on?” I asked, wondering how long it would be until he came.

  “No, not yet.” He pulled my hand up his shaft then pushed it back down. “I’m in control.” He moved my palm again, right from the base in his pubic hair to the rim of his glans. Then repeated the movement a little faster, a little harder, as if showing me how he liked it. It was such an honest, real gesture that it pulled a string in my heart. I wanted him to have pleasure too. This wasn’t just about me and my lingering virginity.

  Increasing the pace, I felt the velvety hardness grow more steel-like. With my other hand I reached forward and spread the silky moisture from his slit over the smooth surface of the head of his cock. It was hot and glossy, delicate but at the same time tough. I dipped the tip of my index finger under the rim of his glans, headed back up to the slit and swirled and circled over it and into it.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said, stepping back and forcing me to release him. “I’m not going to stay in control if you keep doing that.”

  A little pop of satisfaction burst in my stomach that he’d enjoyed my actions.

  He stepped out of his boxers and dipped his face to mine. “Time for you to lose your underwear,” he said in a husky voice. “Pretty as it is, it’s gotta go.” He slid his big fingertips into the dip of my waist and tugged on the impossibly thin lace of my thong. “Lift,” he instructed, glancing down my body.

  I did as he asked and he rolled the miniscule piece of material over my hips and down my thighs. I sat back on the cool sheets as he looped the thong over my ankles and discarded it next to his clothing.

  He dropped to his knees, planted a kiss on my left kneecap and smoothed his hands up the back of my calves. “I have a feeling we’re going to be great together,” he murmured, kissing the lower part of my thigh through my stockings and creating a tremble that went straight to my clit.

  “You have? You do?” I asked, staring at the top of his tousled hair.

  “Yeah.” He rose and caught my mouth with his. “We’re going to have a seriously hot night, one I’ll make sure you never forget.” His long body pressed me down against the sheets.

  “We are? I won’t?”

  “Oh yeah, and we’re definitely not going to have any problems with hypothermia.”

  My shoulders landed on the bed and my nipples brushed against his hard chest. His erection —long and hard, steely and demanding—touched my hipbone. This was it, he was about to enter me. Anticipation made me giddy. I shut my eyes and hoped my body would do as it was supposed to.

  His kisses left my mouth and headed down my neck. Smoothing my hands over his broad back, I absorbed the heat and power radiating off him and wondered again when he was going to get the condom on.

  “I just need to know one thing,” he murmured.

  “Mmm, what?”

  He cupped my breast and lapped at my straining nipple.

  I arched my spine as desire for more coursed through my being.

  “Shane,” I murmured when he appeared to have forgotten he’d asked me a question. “What do you want to know?”

  “Have you come before?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked up at me with dark, sultry eyes. His long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. “Have you ever brought yourself to orgasm?”

  I brushed my fingers through his hair, swept it back from his face and thought about the many times I’d rubbed frantically at my clit while reading or fantasizing about my fictitious heroes.

  “Yes,” I whispered, not breaking eye contact. “Once or twice.”

  “Good.” He grinned. “Then you know what we’re aiming for.”

  I gave a small nod. Admitting I masturbated was easier than I thought it would be. I’d never discussed it with anyone. Ever.

  His kisses dropped to my ribs and he began an intense investigation of my right side. “Shane. Please…”

  “Patience.” He moved his mouth to my stomach. “Be patient, Ashley, and I’ll make it so good for you. So, so good.” He dropped farther down my body and settled between my legs, pushing at my inner thighs, spreading them wide.

  I snatched in a breath and pushed to my elbows. My fishnet stockings pressed against the outer edge of his shoulders as he knelt on the floor. He was kissing over my small patch of dark-blonde pubic hair toward my hipbones and exploring the delicate skin on my inner thighs with his fingertips.

  “Shane, I―”

  “Shh, lie back.”
r />   “But―”

  “You said you wanted a lover who knew what he was doing,” he said, looking up and catching my eye. “Believe me, I know what I’m doing. Now rest back and enjoy.”

  “Oh god,” I murmured, fisting the sheet and dropping back to the bed. I felt so exposed, so open and vulnerable. Here was a man, Shane Galloway, sitting between my spread legs, winding his fingers up my thighs and tickling his tongue through my pubic hair. I was so visible, every tiny crease and fold of my most private parts exposed. My smell, my taste, it was all laid out for him to sample.

  “Relax,” he murmured. “I consider this a specialty of mine.” He pressed a hot, wet kiss to the top juncture of the lips of my sex.

  His mouth, in such an intimate place, was like an electric shock. Every nerve in my body went on red alert. Fight or flight? Could I really let him do this?

  Specialty?

  Before I could move away, his tongue dipped downward. Parted my lips and searched out my clit. He found it and swirled around the needy nub.

  A guttural groan that I had no control over vibrated up through my chest. His tongue felt so good, wickedly good, and stroked a need I had so deep inside it had become part of my soul.

  He wasted no time in getting busy and suddenly, instead of feeling vulnerable I felt powerful. This was wonderful, this was sating a desire that had been rumbling, no make that thundering around for far too long.

  Shane murmured something approving as his hands forced my legs wider, stretching me open for his inquisitive fingers. He traced over my flesh and touched where his tongue was working. Revealing my clit from its hood and spreading out pliable folds. Fingertips, his tongue, fingertips, his lips, his tongue. It felt divine and I handed myself over to sensation. Pressure began to build within me and I screwed my eyes tight shut only to be greeted with a deep crimson color behind my eyelids.

  He carried on licking. Thrashing my clit as his fingers searched out my entrance. Quiet lapping sounds filled the air along with our heavy breathing and my small moans.

  “Shane, oh god, it feels so good,” I moaned, squirming my hips. “So, so good.”

  He didn’t answer. Instead he pushed a finger into me, just one, just enough for me to clamp my pussy muscles around. But it wasn’t just my internal muscles that tightened, it was my whole body. This was the first time anyone’s finger other than my own had entered me. It felt sweet, alien, I was swelling around him as blood raced to my pussy from every other part of my body.

  He didn’t let up with his mouth as I adjusted to his new invasion. Thrashing and sucking, he brought my clit to a state of frenzy. I was building to a climax a million times faster than when I did it myself. The rhythm he’d set up was perfect, more than perfect.

  “Shane, oh, yes, just there, I’m going to…I’m going to come.”

  He entered me with another finger and pushed up, higher, wider. I stretched around him as he pumped in and out, making love to me with his fingers and tongue.

  Suddenly I was there. I cried out long and loud as extreme pleasure claimed me. Deep within my core he forced higher. A stitch of erotic pain mixed in with the crescendo of my climax. A climax so hard and fast that I twanged forward and clamped my legs around his shoulders.

  “Ah, ah, ah, yes, that’s it.” I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled his head from between my legs. The release had produced a sensitivity that was unbearable.

  His attentions left my clit but he kept his fingers inside me. I pulsed around them. My muscles were not my own. Throbbing and spasming, they clamped over and over as sweat pricked my skin and the sound of my rapid heartbeat raged in my ears.

  His face was flushed and his lips shiny with my moisture as he stared at his fingers buried deep within me.

  “Blimey,” he said. “You’re so responsive.”

  “What kind of woman wouldn’t be with you doing that?” I asked on a wheezing breath.

  He looked up and grinned—a grin that held more than a little male pride. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  I flopped back on the bed. The fact that his fingers were lodged in me had gone from feeling alien to natural all in the space of one orgasm.

  “But that was just starters,” he said, looming up over me.

  “Starters?”

  “Yeah, we just had to get that job out of the way.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Seeing if your hymen needed to be broken.”

  “And did it?”

  “No, I don’t think so. Did it hurt when I put my fingers in?” He shifted them slightly and caressed the inside wall of my pussy.

  A tremor tapped up my spine. “No, no, I don’t think so, maybe a little when I came and you pushed higher.”

  “I couldn’t feel anything blocking the way,” he said with a small shake of his head. “There didn’t seem to be anything there.”

  A flood of anger welled within me. “You don’t believe me. You don’t believe that I’m a virgin.” How could he question my honesty? It would have been a damn sight easier not to tell him.

  “Hey, hey, yes, I believe you,” he said quickly. “I’m just saying it’s good, we’re good to go. You don’t have to have an intact hymen to be a virgin.”

  I frowned at him but felt my anger subside.

  “I was insanely attracted to you when I didn’t think you were a virgin, Ashley, and now you’ve told me you are, I’m excited and flattered about taking it. So believe me, the only thing that is going to happen next,” his voice lowered and his eyes glinted, “is I’m going to fuck you.”

  The way he said “fuck” had me instantly flushing to a fevered state again. Such a naughty word from his shiny mouth still slick with my desire was as erotic as hell. I slid my hands down his chest, searching for his cock. “So just do it,” I said, enjoying the new tide of lust and confidence washing through me. I wanted his glorious big cock inside me. Not just his fingers. I wanted to feel it, all of it.

  He chuckled and dropped a sweet, musky kiss to my cheek. “Oh, I am going to, don’t you worry about that, plus now we know it’s not going to hurt you.” He maneuvered us so we were laying the right way on the bed with our heads on pillows.

  I was still breathing hard, my insides still wet and swollen with desire. I missed his fingers inside me.

  “Hang on a second,” Shane said, reaching across me for the condom. I watched as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth and pulled out the ring of latex. He flopped back on the pillow, strained his neck forward and placed the almost transparent condom over the head of his cock. “Necessary evil,” he muttered, pinching the end with his thumb and finger.

  “Have you ever not used one?”

  “Yeah, Mandy and I were trying for a baby. Just as well it didn’t happen. It would have been an added complication now.”

  I didn’t say anything.

  He too was silent for a moment. “It’s good without though.” He efficiently rolled the condom down his shaft. “You feel more connected, more in touch. It feels a whole lot hotter and a whole lot tighter, like going with a virgin.” He threw me a cheeky grin.

  “So don’t use one,” I said, wanting him to have the full experience. “I’m clean.”

  “Are you nuts?” he asked, finishing his task and moving over me. “Clean is only half the issue. You really want a baby from a one-night stand?”

  “I guess not.” I wished he wouldn’t keep saying “one-night stand” even though it was true.

  “Absolutely not,” he said firmly.

  “Do you still want kids?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m twenty-nine, it would be nice to think it would happen sooner or later.” He slid his body farther over mine, settled between my legs and straightened his arms so he was suspended high above me. “No more baby talk,” he said, looking down at our bodies. “I want you to watch as I enter you.”

  I followed his line of sight. His big cock was jutting toward my spread pussy. The air between us smelled of sex, sex and sweat
and latex and…me.

  “Use your hands,” he said, “guide me in.”

  Reaching down, I grasped his shaft. He hissed in a breath. “Easy with that, honey, I told you, it’s primed to go off.”

  “Sorry.” I loosened my grip.

  “Nothing to be sorry about, you’re just too sexy for your own good.”

  I glanced up at his face. A line of concentration had etched between his brows.

  “Take me in,” he murmured. “Take me into your sweet little body.”

  I shifted my hips as he lowered his pelvis toward me. The tip of his cock was so wide and big as I pressed it to my entrance. It didn’t feel as if it would go in at all. It was like having the wrong key for a lock.

  “Relax,” he soothed. “Relax, Ashley, you know this can work.”

  “Yes,” I said on a hot, panting breath as I forced my pelvic muscles to ease. “I know.” I released his cock and held on to his bulging biceps.

  He pushed forward, just an inch, sliding into my already wet channel. I gasped at the stretching and filling sensation he created in that first section of pussy. My nerves caught fire with excitement and anticipation. I was actually watching the moment of penetration. The very second I was about to say goodbye to my virginity. I couldn’t speak. I could hardly breathe.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmm,” I managed, staring at the rest of his shaft poised for penetration. It was so wide, so long—I suddenly wasn’t so sure about this.

  “Loosen up a bit more. Let it go, Ashley, you were designed for this, damn it, I think you were designed for me.”

  “Oh god,” I groaned as he curled his coccyx under and gained another inch of invasion. “Oh, oh, I think that’s enough.” He’d filled me. I was stretched tight around his girth. I dug my fingernails into his skin. “No more.”

  “Not a chance,” he muttered, the muscles in his arms shaking. “Still got a way to go yet, honey.”

  I brought my knees up to his hips and squeezed against him in an attempt to gain control, to slow him down, to stop him.

  “Oh, those fucking stockings,” he groaned, pushing in some more.