by Noelle Adams
She usually felt comfortable enough about sex. She’d had four boyfriends in her life, and she’d had a good sex life with all of them. She normally wouldn’t have hesitated about making the first move, but with Robert it was different. They weren’t dating or in a relationship. He’d just appeared out of nowhere, and now he was in her home. They were supposed to have hot sex, but she wasn’t sure how to begin.
Should they talk for a while? Have a drink? Ease into it slowly?
Or should she just jump him right now?
She gulped and eased her weight from foot to foot. “So...”
“So.”
“I’m not super experienced about this kind of thing. One-night stands, I mean. Do you want something to drink? Or should we—”
His expression changed. She saw it happen for just a moment as he took a few steps to close the distance between them. She only had a couple of seconds to register the heat and hunger on his face before he was kissing her.
Kissing her.
She made a little grunt in her throat as his lips closed down on hers. He used both hands to hold her head in place as his mouth moved against hers urgently. For just a moment, she was so surprised she couldn’t move, but then the pleasure started to rise. Her lips tingled. Her head throbbed. Her heart pounded all through her body.
She slid her hands up around his neck and softened against him, kissing him back.
She hadn’t been sure what to expect from a kiss from this man. Skill, no doubt. Confidence and experience, absolutely. Maybe a kind of cool control that seemed to characterize him.
But there was nothing cool about his embrace right now. He was skillful and experienced. That much was clear from the way his hands and tongue were moving. But there was also something hot and uncontrolled about him. Like he couldn’t stop himself from doing what he was doing to her. And it was the headiest feeling she could remember.
That there was something about her that was capable of snapping the threads of this man’s control.
He stepped her backward until her butt hit the lower cabinets, and his hands slid down to span the back of her neck. It was just a kiss. His hands didn’t move any lower than her throat. But she was already so turned on that pressure throbbed between her thighs.
Arousal hit her so hard and so quick that it came with a flicker of anxiety. She finally turned her head away and took a ragged breath of air.
He lowered his hands and took a step back. “Okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay.” She smiled at him since she felt better immediately. “Just catching my breath.”
His expression relaxed. “Okay then.”
She inhaled and exhaled, thrilled to see him so flushed and rumpled. She wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss.
“Exactly how much breath do you need until we can kiss again?”
She giggled. “Just a little bit more. You’re really good at that.”
“At what? Being impatient?”
“No. Kissing.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Not to give you a big head or anything. But I didn’t expect it to be so good.”
He frowned. “Why wouldn’t you expect it to be good?”
“Oh my God. The male ego knows no bounds. That wasn’t an insult. It was a compliment. It’s just that kissing someone you don’t know really well is kind of... kind of strange. You know? Like you’re shoving yourself into clothes that don’t quite fit. So I was expecting it to be... I don’t know. A little awkward.”
“I’m sure if you keep going with your self-assessment, we can make this awkward real quick.” Despite his dry comment, his eyes were warm and his lips twitched slightly.
She made a face at him. “I like to talk. It makes me feel better.”
“All right then. You talk as much as you’d like. I’ll do something else with my mouth if that’s all right with you.”
Her whole body gave a little clench. “That seems like an acceptable arrangement.”
He was chuckling softly as he moved toward her again, kissing her mouth and wasting no time in sliding his tongue against hers. She melted against him again, just like she had before. She wrapped both arms around him, needing to hold on as he slid both his palms down to cup her bottom through her dress.
The gesture made arousal tighten between her legs. The entitlement of it.
After a few minutes, he lowered his mouth to kiss a trail along her jaw and then down her throat.
She dropped her head back in helpless pleasure, relieved her back was against the counter for some extra support. “Oh God, you’re so good at this.”
He grunted with what sounded like approval. His lips and tongue were busy at the pulse in her throat.
“I’m seriously about to lose it.” She gasped, clutching at his hair as waves of pleasure and tightening anticipation overwhelmed her. “How is this happening already?”
His grunt was definitely approval this time. He was really liking what she was saying.
She had to fight not to grind her hips against him. “Should we move to the bedroom?”
“Why?” His voice was muffled by her skin—he’d kissed his way lower, to the cleavage revealed by her neckline—but the question was clear.
“Because it might be kind of strange to have an orgasm right here next to my blender. I told you I’m about to—” Her words were cut off when he lowered his head even more and gave one of her tight nipples a little nip through the fabric of her dress.
“Did you like that?” he asked thickly. He straightened up with an almost feral smile.
She scowled. “You know perfectly well I did. And you don’t have to look so much like a caveman just because you have a few skills. Has it ever occurred to you that it’s not about you and maybe I’m just a very sexy person who knows how to enjoy—”
He tweaked her nipple again, this time with his fingers, and he didn’t immediately release it. He kept thumbing her breast until she’d dropped her head back again with a long, shameless moan, nearly collapsing against the counter as her knees buckled.
It felt so good.
He had no right to make her feel so good from such a small gesture.
The ache at her center was so strong now she was trying to hump his thigh. She grumbled in protest when he moved back but stopped complaining when he pushed her skirt up and felt between her thighs with one hand.
She clung desperately to the counter, her arms outstretched in a rather embarrassing manner. She didn’t care. He’d lowered his mouth to her throat again and was sucking hard at her pulse. One hand still fondled her breast deliciously while the other tucked inside her panties to find where she was very hot and wet.
“Oh God,” she moaned, closing her eyes and rocking her body against his touch. “Oh God, I’m so close. Already. How is this...?” She took a ragged gasp as a powerful surge of pleasure racked her body. “Oh God, oh God. Robert, please. Just a little more. Oh please.”
She was talking a lot. Probably too much. She did like to be verbal in the bedroom, but she wasn’t usually quite this shameless.
For some reason she couldn’t help it. It was making her even hotter. To put into words how she was feeling. How he was making her feel right now.
He was uttering those throaty noises of approval, making it clear he liked what she was saying.
“Right there,” she gasped when two of his fingers slid inside her and curled up toward her G-spot. “Oh God, right there. Please. Please. Robert!”
She came on his name, shaking helplessly and clenching hard all around his hand. She clawed at his shirt as his fingers kept pumping inside her. He was still twirling her nipple with his other hand, and it felt like her whole body was flying apart.
She lost her words but kept making loud sobbing sounds as he continued working her over, extending the orgasm until it became a whole new wave of pleasure that slammed into her.
He’d raised his head to watch her, and he was talking now. Using a soft, rough murmur that was as sexy as hi
s touch. “That’s right, sunshine. Good girl. Come again for me. Just let go. Give me everything you have. There you go. Let go for me just like that. So good.”
She was doing what he said. She was letting go completely. Holding nothing back as she brazenly rode his fingers with her hips and sobbed out how good she was feeling.
When the contractions slowed and the sensations started to lessen, she let go of him and reached back for the counter for support. Her body hummed and tingled. All over. Her inner muscles were still gripping his fingers possessively. And her throat hurt from being so loud.
Her cheeks flushed hotly as she realized how out of control she’d just been. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. She’d just totally lost it from a few of Robert’s touches.
“So was it weird?” He slid his hand out from between her legs and smiled at her. “Orgasming in the kitchen next to your blender?”
She scowled at him. “It was acceptable. For a start.”
He laughed uninhibitedly and pulled her into a brief hug.
His response made her feel better. He evidently didn’t think she’d been too easy or overly enthusiastic in her reaction to him. “I’m not sure what got into me just now. I’m not usually like that.”
“I thought you wanted to be someone different. And don’t you dare be self-conscious about it now since it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She checked his face. Saw he was being serious. So she nodded and told him the truth. “Me too. But I really think I’ll do better if we head to the bedroom. That way I won’t be in danger of falling down the whole time.”
ROBERT WAS AFRAID THERE was a strong possibility his head would simply explode. From too much feeling. Exhilaration. Desire. Anticipation. Pride. Possessiveness. And something strangely tender he couldn’t really recognize.
He wasn’t an emotional person, so he wasn’t used to being so tangled up with feelings. If it wasn’t for the drive of his body—the pulsing need that wouldn’t let him go—he would have been worried. But the physical desire was enough to distract him from everything else he was experiencing.
He was hard in his pants and had been since he’d started kissing her. He’d told her the truth when he’d said bringing her to orgasm was the hottest thing he’d ever known. But now she was leading him to her bedroom, which meant it wasn’t even close to over.
He wanted to be inside her. More than anything. And some sort of miracle must have happened since she wanted that too.
“So how do you like to do this?” she asked, reaching behind her to unzip the back of her dress. “Do you like us both to take our clothes off and get into bed, or do you like to do it along the way? Or I could dig up some sort of lingerie, if you’re into that sort of—”
She really was a talker. It might partly be from nerves, but it also seemed to just be her. He laughed and stopped her before she finished her list of options by reaching over and sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulder. “When I get your dress off, what possible reason would I have for wanting you to put something else on?”
She giggled as the satin slid down her body and dropped to the floor. “Well, I don’t know. I was just making the offer, in case you have a thing for lingerie.”
“I have a thing for you naked.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She hadn’t been wearing a bra or any sort of stockings, so the only thing she had on now was little navy-blue panties that covered almost nothing.
She wasn’t stick thin. She had all kinds of curves and softness—in her thighs, her hips, her belly, her breasts—that seemed to beckon his hands. His erection had been aching for what felt like forever, but it suddenly throbbed with a surge of new hunger.
It was entirely possible he was going to lose it, from nothing more than looking at her like this.
His fixed gaze might have made her a little self-conscious, but she hid it well. She rolled her eyes and reached for his shirt. “Okay, we’re not going to do that obnoxious macho thing where I’m totally naked while you have all your clothes on. If I’m going to be naked, so are you. So start stripping.”
She could make him laugh in so many unexpected ways, even in his current condition. He choked on his amusement while he unfastened and dropped his pants and she worked on his shirt. He had on an undershirt and a pair of black boxer briefs in addition to his socks.
The socks came off first because it was impossible to look dignified or sexy wearing socks with no pants.
“Nope. All the way,” she said when he reached for her again after his feet were bare.
“You’ve got your underwear on. Aren’t we supposed to be equal here?”
She made a face, but she was clearly trying to hide a laugh. “Okay. Take off the shirt at least. Then we’ll be equal. But your underwear hides a lot more than mine, just to get that out there.”
She was looking at his groin as he pulled off his T-shirt. His erection was more than evident. That made him remember something, so he leaned over to grab a packet out of the pocket of his trousers. “I brought a condom.”
“Good thinking. Did you seriously have it in your pocket all through the wedding?” She looked more fascinated than annoyed.
He shook his head. “In my car. I stuck in my pocket before I came in.”
Now that preliminaries were complete, he moved toward her and took her head in his hands. “Can we go again now?”
Her eyes were deliciously hungry, but she laughed irrepressibly. “Yes. We can go again. If you’re going to be impatient about it.”
The banter and amusement had actually helped. Given him something else to think about besides the desperate ache of his body. But now he was kissing her again, backing her up to the bed and easing her down. Moving on top of her. Kissing her some more. Touching her all over.
And nothing mattered in the world but this. Right here. Now. With her.
She was just as passionate as she’d been in the kitchen, responding eagerly to his kisses and touches with both her body and her voice. And now she was touching him too. Running her hands down his back. Rubbing his thighs. Sliding her fingers under the waistband of his boxers so she could squeeze his ass.
Then she moved her hands forward so she was stroking his erection. He had to break out of the kiss and choke back a howl of pleasure.
It was ridiculous. That she was doing this to him.
And that he didn’t want her to stop.
He wasn’t sure how long they spent kissing and stroking each other. He wanted to make sure it was good for her. Not rush it. But more and more he was worried about how long he could last without coming prematurely out of sheer pleasure.
“Okay,” she gasped at last, pulling his head up from where he’d been suckling one of her luscious breasts. “I’m seriously going to scream if we don’t get to the main event. So do you think you could please fuck me now?”
He almost laughed, but that would have been a mistake. He couldn’t let go even a little bit, or he might let go of everything. So instead he focused on taking off his underwear while she slid off hers.
Time had slowed down or sped up or blurred into confusion. He couldn’t remember putting the condom on, but it was on now, so he must have done it. His hands were almost shaking when he pulled her thighs apart to make room for him and then positioned himself between them.
He used his hand to line himself up at her entrance. She was watching him with wide blue eyes.
When he hesitated, she said, “Oh my God, get moving, mister!”
Amusement ran through him, breaking his stupor. He eased into her, groaning at the feel of her slick, tight, hot body around him.
She moaned too, arching her back as her channel stretched to accommodate the size of him. They both panted for a minute, tangled up together, on the cusp, the edge, the prelude.
“God, you feel so good,” she breathed.
And that snapped the last thread of his control. He started to pump his hips, moving inside her, taking her firm and fast.
He straightened his arms to hold himself up above her and took her hard, knowing everything he’d wanted up to this point in his life was only a precursor for this.
This moment.
She came before he expected her to, crying out as her body shook through the spasms. He slowed down to let her recover afterward, but he was relieved when she pushed him over onto his back and straddled his hips. Then she bounced on top of him with shameless enthusiasm, her hair and breasts jiggling in a way he knew he’d never forget.
She came again—loudly, uninhibitedly—and there was no way he could hold back anymore. He arched his hips up and let out a bellow as his climax hit. He let go of everything he’d been holding back. He felt himself come inside her, momentarily wishing he hadn’t needed to wear the condom. But that wasn’t enough to diminish the deep pleasure and satisfaction.
He let everything go until the aftershocks faded and his body grew still beneath hers.
They stared at each other, still tangled in their intimate position. He wasn’t sure what the look meant, but he felt it to his bones.
Then she collapsed on top of him, panting hoarsely. “God. Oh God. That was so good. How was that so good?” She mumbled against his shoulder since that was where her face had ended up.
He grunted, not yet capable of articulating anything coherent.
“It’s totally ridiculous that that was so good. I’m not even sure I like you.”
He gave a huff of dry amusement. She was still making him laugh.
She lifted her head to check his face. “You okay?”
He nodded, trying to pull himself together enough to answer. He felt totally emptied out. In a good way. He couldn’t remember feeling so sated before. “Yeah. Just catching my breath.”
“You thought it was good too, right? I mean, I’m not just making that up?”
