Breathless

by HELEN HARDT

  We had today. Right now.

  I’d take her as she was. After all, why tamper with what was so close to perfection?

  I didn’t need her to submit to know already how perfect she was. Her skin was fair and milky, her brown eyes warm and mesmerizing and curtained by thick onyx lashes. Her cheekbones were high, her cheeks rosy, and her chin with just the right amount of prominence.

  Her neck long and creamy, and her breasts the ultimate size. Her brown nipples were large and begged to be sucked and chewed on. Her abdomen was just round enough, and her narrow hips worked perfectly with her long, thin, but shapely legs.

  Her toes were painted bright red, as were her fingernails.

  Fucking hot.

  Even better than hot though, Marjorie Steel was beautiful. Achingly beautiful.

  I lightly trailed my fingers over her cheekbone, down her jawline and neck, over the swell of her breasts, down her abdomen to her firm thighs, stopping at a jagged pink scar marring her perfection.

  She shivered at my touch, such a light touch. “Please, Bryce.”

  I’d ask about the scar later. For now… “Please what, baby?”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Not until I’m done touching and tasting every inch of you.”

  “Damn you!” She fisted the raspberry comforter, her body tensing. “You’re not being fair.”

  “Who said I had to be fair?” I teased. “I like having you at my mercy.”

  “You’re going to pay for this,” she said through clenched teeth.

  “I certainly hope so.” If her fingers and lips could touch every part of me, I’d enjoy the hell out of it. Savor it. Imprint it on my mind forever as the one time I experienced perfection in every way.

  I moved back up to her face and pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Her lips parted, and though I was tempted to dive into her sweet mouth, I held myself in check. Now my lips would visit where my fingers had blazed the trail.

  I rained little kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, even her eyes when she closed them, her lashes a soft flutter against my sensitive lips. Then I trailed to her ear, kissing the lobe and then nibbling on it. She shuddered beneath me, and when I stuffed my tongue into her ear canal, she groaned.

  “Bryce… Oh my God.”

  I moved to her other ear, teasing it as I had the first, and then kissed her lips again, sliding down her chin to her creamy neck. I nibbled and licked the sensitive skin as she undulated beneath me, moaning and sighing.

  “You’re so soft, Marjorie.” I continued to the upper parts of her breasts, kissing and licking and nibbling. “I could lick every part of you. You’re a feast.”

  Not just for my eyes and mouth, but her soft sighs and moans were a glorious concerto to my ears. Her scent was warm and intoxicating and comforting, like a fresh-baked apple pie laced with feminine musk. The texture of her skin was like satin against my lips, and her taste… Oh, her taste… Tart apples and citrusy tang and musky arousal. No more delicious creation could possibly exist in the universe.

  I moved downward, purposefully avoiding her nipples to tease her. She tensed beneath me, and they stuck out so hard and inviting that I nearly caved. But I held firm and continued downward, kissing the top of her vulva and the inside of her firm thighs, the scent of her musk only inches away. I slid my tongue over her scar at the top of her right thigh. She tensed beneath me for a few seconds, but then trembled and sighed softly.

  I salivated, aching to slide my tongue into her, but I held back and continued down her legs, the skin pulled tautly over their shapely musculature. When I got to the tops of her feet, she squirmed. I ignored her silent protest and skimmed my lips over them and then kissed each pretty toe.

  “Turn over, baby,” I said gruffly. “I want to kiss the rest of you.”

  “You’re killing me,” she said softly, but she obeyed, turning over.

  I kissed the bottoms of her feet and then proceeded upward, along her muscular calves to the insides of her knees. She giggled a bit, so I pressed my lips there again, tickling her. When I’d teased her enough, I moved upward to her thighs and then to that gorgeous butt. Her narrow hips produced an ass that was just plump enough, and I nibbled at her cheeks. Then I spread them slightly. Her cute little asshole was puckered and pink, and I swiped my tongue over it as it tightened, winking at me. She didn’t flinch. Was she experienced with anal? I loved anal play, but I’d never actually penetrated a woman there with anything other than a finger.

  Damn. I’d love to sink my cock into Marjorie Steel’s tight little asshole. I’d never gone there with anyone. Had she? Could we be each other’s first?

  I’d never know.

  It would be too much to hope for this one time.

  Still, I stayed at her ass longer than usual, pinching and kissing, licking and biting. Her posterior was a damned work of art.

  I finally forced myself away from her bottom and moved upward, sliding my lips over her gorgeous back. Her dark hair fell over her back in a soft walnut veil. I pushed it to the side to bare her silky neck. I kissed the soft flesh, and then whispered in her ear, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you.”

  She smiled against the comforter but said nothing in response. I gently turned her over so she lay on her back once more. Her tits stuck out, and her nipples were deliciously hard. I flicked my fingers over them. She jolted, gasping, and then she opened her eyes wide.

  “When are you going to take your clothes off, Bryce? Please. Let me touch you.”

  Part of me hesitated. If I stayed clothed, I could stay at a distance. Leave her perfection untainted. After all, I’d touched and tasted every centimeter of her amazing body. I’d kissed her glorious mouth, eaten her delicious pussy.

  And once, I’d been inside that heat. I’d worn a condom, but still, I’d been there.

  If I left now, I could feel less guilt.

  But hell, the guilt was already eating me alive. Why not take what she was offering? The guilt would be there either way.

  I should say something. Make sure she understood this was one time only, could never happen again, for her own good.

  I opened my mouth. “Marj—”

  She touched two fingers to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say anything. Just make love to me, Bryce. Please.”

  Chapter Thirty–One

  Marjorie

  He was thinking about walking away. I could tell by the tension radiating off him, the look of painful determination in his eyes.

  No way.

  No way was I letting him go. Not until I’d given his body the same treatment he’d bestowed on mine. A tiny part of my mind flew to the scar on my upper thigh.

  No. Can’t ruin this moment.

  “Marjorie…”

  “Please,” I said urgently.

  He sighed. “I want to more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

  “Then do it. I want it too. Take off your clothes, Bryce. Let me touch you.”

  Finally, he stood and began to disrobe. First his shirt, too damned slowly, his fingers unbuttoning each button as if it were permanently attached. Finally, he parted the two halves of his shirt, and I beheld his chest and abs, tan and muscled with light-brown hair scattered over his pecs. His nipples were a coppery color, and they looked delicious. I slid my tongue over my bottom lip as my mouth watered for a taste of him. He slid the shirt over his shoulders, baring them in their broad glory, and tossed it to the floor.

  I stood. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch that marvelous flesh. I skimmed my fingers over his shoulders, relishing their muscled tautness. I trailed my hands over his chest, fingering his nipples that hardened further under my touch. I couldn’t help a slight smile.

  Yes. I affected him as much as he affected me.

  I continued down his abdomen, touching each indentation of his six-pack. So beautifully masculine and perfect.

  Then, I smoothed my fingers over the trail of sandy hair leading to…
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br />   I grabbed his belt buckle.

  His hand covered mine, stopping me.

  “Let me,” I said. “Please.”

  He moved his hand away with a sharp intake of breath, sighing. “Okay.”

  I smiled again while I unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His bulge was covered by his light-green boxer briefs. Light green, except for a darker pearl-sized spot. I wet my lips and slid the jeans and boxer briefs over his hips quickly.

  His cock sprang out at me, the tip glistening. I glided my tongue over it to lick up the wetness.

  He sucked in a huge breath. “Damn.”

  “You didn’t think I’d let you go without giving you a taste of your own medicine, did you?” I teased.

  I slid my lips over his cockhead and sucked gently.

  Another swift intake of breath.

  He tasted of salt and man.

  And I wanted more.

  A lot more.

  I let the head drop with a tiny pop and then kissed along his shaft, all the way to his balls, which had already tightened up against his body. Downy light-brown hair covered them, and when I inhaled his musk and kissed them, he gasped.

  “Damn!”

  I licked his inner thighs and then made my way back to the main course, his magnificent cock.

  Bryce Simpson, you’re about to get the blow job of a lifetime.

  I slid my wet lips over his cockhead and most of the way down his thick shaft, controlling my gag reflex.

  I was good at giving head. All my past lovers had said so, and even though I’d gone over a year now without having sex, it was like riding a bike.

  In this case, a really big bike with thick tires.

  Bryce was massive. I already knew how he felt inside me. Now I wanted him in my mouth, his seed drizzling down my throat.

  I squirmed. I was wet and ready.

  Did I want him coming in my mouth or in my pussy? Did I need to make the choice? Right now, I wanted to suck his dick, so that was what I’d do. I pulled back and then took him nearly to the base. Damn, he was huge.

  “Fuck. Marj. Don’t.”

  I smiled—or as much as I could with my mouth full of cock. Not stopping. No way.

  I added my fist so I could get down all the way to the base of his shaft and began sucking faster.

  “You’re going to kill me,” he gritted out.

  Didn’t care. By the end of this, he’d no longer associate me with pink and yellow unicorns. No way in hell.

  “Can’t,” he panted. “Can’t.”

  You can, Bryce. Oh, yes, you can.

  “Don’t. Want. This. To end. Yet.”

  Neither did I. And I wanted him in my pussy more than I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted us truly joined.

  I let him go, stood, and then pushed him until he was sitting on the bed. He removed his boots and socks quickly and then slid his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor. Once he was completely naked, I resisted the urge to stare at him, pushed him flat on the bed, and straddled him.

  Slowly I sank down onto his cock.

  God. So full. So completely full. I sat there a moment, just savoring how he filled me, how he eased the empty ache.

  He closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, baby.”

  I leaned down and kissed him, tracing his lips with my tongue, and he opened. We kissed deeply while he pistoned into me and I moved with him. We found our perfect rhythm, and we kissed as we made love.

  So good. Nothing had ever been like this—this true completion. I broke the kiss to inhale a necessary breath. He cupped my tits and thumbed my erect nipples.

  “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself, and come with me.”

  I slid my fingers over the swell of my breasts, down my tummy to my clit. If I touched it, I’d explode, and I wasn’t ready to end this yet.

  “Please. I’m going to come. Come with me.”

  I sighed and fingered the hard nub. Within seconds, waves of pleasure began to spark over me.

  “That’s right, baby. That’s right.” He pushed his hips up, slamming harder and harder into me. “I’m going to come. I’m going to— Fuck!”

  We climaxed together in glorious harmony.

  Then my body went limp, and I collapsed on his chest.

  “Amazing,” he whispered.

  “More than amazing,” I replied.

  We lay together for a moment, still joined, until I rolled off him and curled into the crook of his shoulder.

  He tensed, as if ready to rise.

  “Don’t,” I said. “Stay with me for a little while.”

  “But I—”

  “Please.”

  “Okay.” He relented, tightening his arm around me.

  I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of our sex that hung in the air.

  If this would be all I’d ever get of him, I was going to enjoy every single second.

  Chapter Thirty–Two

  Bryce

  I opened my eyes to darkness.

  Marjorie still slept beside me, cuddled in my arms. The sun had gone down, obviously. How long had I been here?

  I kissed the top of her head and eased my arm out from under her.

  I stood, found my jeans, and pulled out my phone.

  Midnight? We’d been sleeping for hours. My mother hadn’t called or texted, so that was good news. No issues with her or Henry.

  I eyed Marjorie’s still-sleeping body and shook my head.

  I’d slept, and I’d slept well—better than I had since this whole thing with my father had come out. No nightmares, no night sweats, no insomnia.

  Just sleep. Pure, basic, deep sleep.

  And I’d needed it.

  The sun had still been shining when we fell asleep, so the time must have been around five o’clock at the latest.

  Seven hours of sleep!

  Amazing.

  My eyes adjusted to the dark room, and I stared at her. Still so beautiful and so innocent-looking in slumber.

  Marjorie Steel was far from innocent. She’d made love like a pro. No mistaking her for a little girl anymore. Nope. No more pink and yellow unicorns. No more toddler trotting after Joe and me as teens.

  Thank God.

  Still, though, she deserved so much better than I had to offer.

  Just thinking about her had my dick hardening again. She was here. I was here. Technically this could count as the same time. I could wake her gently and slide my cock into her once more.

  She looked so serene and peaceful, though. How could I wake her just to get my rocks off? That’d be pure selfishness.

  Then again, this entire evening had been pure selfishness. I’d slept with her knowing very well that it would never happen again, that I’d never be able to have a relationship with her. I’d slept with her when I should have been home with my mother and my son after Ted Morse had shown up at our home. I quickly texted my mom, apologizing for the late hour. I breathed easier when she texted back that everything was fine.

  I sat down on the bed and trailed my hands over Marjorie’s sleeping body. She stirred, opening one eye.

  “Bryce?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  She sat up abruptly. “What time is it?”

  “A little after midnight.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, jumping from the bed. “The boys. Talon. Jade. Their dinner. Crap!”

  “I think they probably ate without you,” I said.

  “But I make dinner for them. That’s part of how I’m helping while Felicia’s gone. I’m supposed to— Shit. Where’s my phone?” She turned on the light.

  We both flinched against the visual intrusion. She pawed through the clothes on the floor until she came up with her smartphone.

  “Three texts from Talon. He’s wondering about dinner.”

  “I’m sure he figured something out. He’s a big boy.”

  “What am I going to tell him? How could I be so selfish?”

  “You’re li
ving your life for your brother and his family. You are the least selfish person on the planet. We all know that.”

  “But the boys. Jade. They were counting on me.”

  “You’re not an indentured servant, Marj. They made do.”

  “But—”

  I went to her and gathered her into my arms. “It’s okay.”

  She melted into me. How could this amazing woman even consider herself to be selfish? I was the selfish one. I’d taken everything she’d given me, knowing full well I couldn’t return it. I kissed the top of her head once more.

  Then her hand clamped around my erection.

  “Marj…”

  “I’m sorry.” She let go. “I feel like a piece of crap right now, having let my brother and the others fend for themselves, but you’re hard. You’re so hard. And I want you.” She dropped to her knees.

  “God.” I clenched my teeth.

  She wrapped those beautiful lips around my cock and slid them back and forth. Then she moved away. “I’m doing it again. Being selfish.”

  Selfishness be damned. I was ready to say anything, do anything, to get her mouth on me again.

  That was truly selfish.

  The problem? I didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

  I pulled her to her feet and took her lips with my own.

  She opened, kissing me back, and I pushed her against the wall, grinding my cock into her belly. She went limp against me, her kisses hard and passionate, her body sticking to mine as if we were glued together.

  I reached the light switch and flicked it off, still kissing her, still reveling in her, still wanting her with an insatiable hunger.

  Without thinking, I lifted her against the wall and set her onto my hard cock, wincing as I tunneled into her, her tightness the perfect sleeve for me.

  She gasped into my mouth, but our lips didn’t part all the way. Just enough for each of us to breathe, and then our amazing kiss continued.

  I pushed into her, the wall stabilizing her body, and thrust harder. Again and again and again.

  And only moments later, when I released again inside her, I knew the blazing, undeniable truth.

  I’d never get enough of her. No matter how many times we did this, I’d always want more.