by Lexy Timms
“Hey, watch your language,” he scolded her playfully.
“How did you make it stop?”
“Just texted the code to the security company. I was going to come by to show you all that stuff last night, but you looked exhausted. There’s sensors, cameras, and a code. Only thing on right now is the sensors.” He chuckled. “Which, I think it’s safe to say, you’ve figured out. They’re off now.”
Her head throbbed with the noise even though it had abated.
“I don’t want to be in your hair, but if you have the time I can stop by in a few and show you how to work the system. You need to be anywhere today?”
She had nowhere to go. “You might as well,” she said. “Tough to take in before my first cup of coffee.” She wanted to drill him about cameras being where they shouldn’t be. They might be off, but the bathroom? She shook her head.
“You haven’t had coffee yet?”
It was a point of pride not to admit she hadn’t ever slept as soundly as she had last night. He didn’t approve of the fact that she’d been in that bad part of town. He knew he was right and she knew he was right; she just didn’t want any admission to go to his head. “Just cleaned up and organized my stuff.”
“Okay. I’ll be over in a bit.”
She hung up, and while she waited for him she decided to go find a coffee pot. She imagined he had the place stocked with delicious exotic coffee, preferably dark roast. Her mouth watered.
She found the coffee pot; that part was easy. Kallie opened cabinet doors, trying to learn which cabinet held what and where the coffee might be. The cabinets were awfully high, obviously hung with Sasha in mind. She stepped back. Way up on the top-most shelf, she spied a shiny bag that looked like it might be coffee.
Kallie gripped the cabinet lip and pushed herself up onto the counter. It was the only way she could reach the coffee, short of dragging a chair from the dining room. This was much easier.
The bag toppled out of the shelf and she caught it easily. Sadly, the bag she thought was coffee turned out to be a bag of fancy baking chocolate.
She walked along the counter, fishing in each cabinet, but couldn’t find the needed brew.
“What’re you doing?”
Kallie jumped in surprise, and before she could lose her balance Sasha cinched her hips with his big, powerful arm. She could feel his bicep bulge against the small of her back as he pressed her body to his, steadying her. With ease, he lowered her to the floor.
The heat from his body singed against her and warmed her core. She stood frozen, his arm still around her, and stared into his concerned blue eyes. If she leaned in just a little, she could press her lips against his. Shift slightly and her thigh would be pressing against his… “I-I w-was looking for coffee.” She stared at him dreamily. “You could have knocked.” Wait, it was his house, why would he have to knock? “You should’ve called out so I knew you were here.”
“And scare the shit out of you without being able to catch you?” He shook his head and, without releasing her, he reached to the side and pulled open the drawer beneath the coffee pot, revealing coffee, filters and anything else she might need. He paused after closing the drawer again.
Their chests rose and fell with the same heavy breathing.
Kallie was shaking. She wanted him bad, and if she’d just met him in a bar she might make him a one- night stand, she felt that hot for him. He was so hard to resist. She tried to do all the math why it was not a good idea to get sucked into the powerful vortex of attraction with him. However, he was such a fine specimen she decided to go for it. It was time for her to lead her own life.
His arm tightened around her and he drew her closer. She had a fleeting thought that he probably seduced all the women in his life; at the same time, she told herself she needed this. Who cares? She deserved to be with a hot man like this. Deserved to feel seduced, cherished, and wanted by a man just for her and not her money or her business.
Maybe he was just going to kiss her and didn’t know they were going to sleep together, but she did. She intended to make sure of it. She would let him know she wanted him.
She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as he moved into her. They both pushed against one another, doing their best to fuel the fire. He had to feel it, too. There was no way he didn’t. He wanted her, at least at this moment he did.
It was sinful sweetness.
He seemed to be trembling as he slowly pressed his warm, soft lips to hers.
It felt so commanding, so romantic, and yet there was the least little bit of nervousness in his movements that was endearing.
Kallie didn’t care. She knew what she wanted. It’d been building up for days and she wasn’t about to take it slowly.
She feasted on his mouth, on his touch.
It’d been so long since she’d had a man in her arms—and what a man—she couldn’t contain herself. She swept her tongue into his mouth, tasting him like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t care if she came off as aggressive or fast. She wanted to enjoy herself. He tasted of something sweet and the flavor of him was instantly addicting. Adventure, right? To forget her past. Go with the flow and enjoy herself for once. Like spa-ing; yes, she told herself it was just the same type of indulgence.
And, dammit, she was going to make the most of this moment.
It might never come again.
Chapter Eight
Their moves were like the intro to a dance. For a large, solid man, Sasha was awfully smooth and graceful. His enormous hands slid along her backside, sweeping up the back of her hair, tangling underneath.
His fingertips drew down the long damp strands, along their entire length. His knuckles grazed her the cheeks of her derrière as he stepped back, and his other hand fussed with her hair, straightening most of the rest of it, studying her. His eyes grew cloudy with arousal. “I’ve never seen your hair down,” he murmured. “I like it.”
Too hungry for him to talk, she pressed up against his body. He pulled her close to him again, fastening his mouth to hers as he lifted her with ease, wrapping her legs around his hips, and headed towards the living room. One hand locked under her ass, and one braced the small of her back.
Kallie took the opportunity to touch his magnificent form. Sasha was unbelievably large and solid.
He sat on the sectional facing the fireplace and draped her across his lap.
She felt perfectly comfortable.
His fingers dipped beneath the hem of her loose shirt and explored. With his fingertips, he found the edge of her bra and slipped them underneath it to pinch her nipple with just the slightest firmness until it pebbled. He teased the tip with his rough thumb.
He kissed her lazily, tangling his tongue with hers, tasting, becoming acquainted. He clearly knew what he wanted, and was in no rush.
Kallie reveled in his masculine scent. She found herself drawing breath in through her nose to be filled with it. He moved his mouth to her very sensitive jawline. In response, Kallie’s core grew moist and her inner muscles tightened. He worked his lips where her jaw met her ear as his hand snaked around to her back and unfastened her bra. Kallie’s breasts popped out against his torso. His palms encased her, searing her with heat that coursed throughout her body. She let out a sound that she was certain sounded like a growl.
Sasha’s soft laugh vibrated against her neck and overloaded her senses. A charge of pleasure surged within her, with such force that if he’d been touching her between her legs she might well have come right on the spot.
She struggled to feel him and caress him, too, but her breasts were in the way of his shirt buttons.
He seemed to sense her dilemma and stopped to assist. He swiftly undid the buttons with one hand and quickly resumed his own pursuits.
She tried to contain herself as she revealed probably the most magnificent chest she would ever have the chance to explore. She didn’t have to touch him to be completely turned on. She felt stunned by this fact, and he noticed. He to
ok her hand and placed it on him. His skin felt incredibly soft and smooth.
Her hands had a life of their own as they glided over the surface of his body. Growls and moans raked her throat involuntarily. Her breathing was like a raging sea: slow, crashing, and nearly out of control.
He took her hand once again and guided it downward. Kallie braced her forehead on his shoulder, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. Of course, he would be large there as well, it made sense. She was blushing and eager at the same time.
Now she was impatient.
Touching him even through his jeans unleashed a powerful animalistic desire. She had to have him.
She squirmed as she ran her hands over the length of him. His chest rumbled with a wicked laugh. He shushed her, caressing her hair from her face and cupping the side of her head gently as he moved over her.
He unfastened his pants, working them down with his feet until he could kick them over into the middle of the room. His briefs were another story.
Kallie felt the heavy weight of his enormous length against her thigh. Her body flowed with anticipation. He peeled off his underwear.
He was as naked as she was and they lay together, skin to skin. It all felt so soft and warm. His hardness prodded her belly. He cupped her butt cheeks, lifting her hips as she now lay under him.
It was all the prompting that Kallie needed. She spread her legs wide, so she could wrap them around the small of his back.
But Sasha intercepted and, taking hold of her thigh, magically turned her over to her belly.
The way he so smoothly manipulated her, knowing in advance how to move her even when it was technically difficult, told her he was very practiced at this. The thought thrilled her. Sasha was mischief, and uninhibited. Kallie knew she was about to have the time of her life.
He pressed his lips to the center of her back. No one had ever kissed her there. She was unbelievably sensitive. He gave her such a rush she could not suppress her reaction, and her cries filled the room. It had been quite a while for her and it had never been like this.
He showed her no mercy. He continued setting off every nerve in her body, sending wave after wave of erotic currents throughout her. Kallie shivered almost violently.
“Ticklish?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she murmured. It was the best answer she could give; she was out of it with arousal. He kissed the small of her back, just above each buttock, causing her to clench up at her core as a wave of pleasure washed through her. She was so wet for him.
His lips found the soft, sensitive skin at the base of her buttocks, where the rounds of her cheeks met the tops of her thighs. He was investigating her with his mouth. He was getting dangerously close to absolute wickedness. He cupped her cheek, pushing up slightly with a firm palm, and toyed with her softness with the tip of his tongue. He extended his arm down the length of her leg and took hold of her shin, raising her leg.
Once again, he turned her. She was on her back and he was between her legs, her knees at his shoulders. He rose and gazed down at her body. Kallie caught the look on his face. His eyes were dark with passion.
He lowered himself, his arms sprawling upward around her torso. He went down on her, his tongue tasting, exploring, owning her with no restraint. It was if he wanted to touch all of her with his tongue. He rhythmically licked her as he reached up and fondled her. He drew his hand down the flatness of her belly, pressing his thumb to her clit above his mouth to pleasure her.
Kallie gripped the couch with the pure jolt of ecstasy that he gave her. Her hips bucked upward against his mouth. Her legs helplessly draped over his bounteous shoulders. He was so powerful, so masterful, so skilled.
With the lightest of pressure, he touched her pleasure spot, making her ache mercilessly. She wanted him inside of her, and yet she wouldn’t have him stop what he was doing for all the world.
And he didn’t. He seemed to have such keen intuition about her body. He drew faint lines with the tip of his tongue over and over, pinning her with his massive hands so she couldn’t move to avoid him. The result was powerful. Rapture coiled deep within her and burst forth as Sasha stroked her with his hot, wet tongue.
He lazily painted her back and forth as sweet convulsions wracked her body, paralyzing her temporarily. He rose above her, laughing huskily.
She couldn’t see him very well, because her eyelids were weighted as she basked in her orgasm.
He scooped the back of a knee, drawing it up as he entered her with his amazing girth. He plunged into her until he was inside of her completely.
Kallie saw stars she was so electrified. She’d become so sensitized from her orgasm that every little pressure made her whimper.
Their chemistry was almost too much to bear. Both strained against the intensity, lighting her up from head to toe. Sasha looked exactly how she felt: blindsided. Eventually, they got accustomed to it and began to move.
Sasha grinded into her slowly, growling as he did. He cupped her ass like he was holding on for dear life. He rose up and into her, the look on his face saying he was savoring every bit of it.
Kallie regained a bit of clarity from the initial overload of arousal. She grew creative. She extended a leg as far as it could go.
Drunk with sex Sasha stared at it slowly, his eyes traveling along the length of it.
She watched the scenario unfold. Her leg was like a gazelle about to get pounced on by a mighty lion. He drew it up and over his shoulder. He took the other one and did the same. The position allowed him to push into her more deeply. Sasha then rose onto his knees, lifting her by gripping her ankles. He lowered them so they were at his waist. She was now on him as tightly as she could be. Every bit of her was either filled by him or pressing up against him. He pressed his thumb between her legs. Swiveling his hips and pleasuring her, Sasha worked Kallie like no one ever had before.
“Fuck,” she murmured. It was all she could think of, as he was definitely bringing her to another climax. Little ripples came from deep within her core, which gripped against his magnificent hardness and shocked her deliciously.
He then mixed up his rhythm, pumping into her with short, powerful bucks. The motion itself was mentally erotic. It was so wanton, so naughty. But it rushed the blood to her core, flaring her excitement, pushing her to the edge.
Sasha took her hand and asked her to touch herself. Kallie felt a little self-conscious at first. It was something she’d fantasized about before, but she’d never actually done it. Jeremy was not that adventurous with her. She turned her head because that made it easier. She’d been completely aroused but the nervousness abated that some. Then she let it all go and got immersed in the sweetness of ultimate pleasure, this time with him inside of her.
Glorious could not begin to describe what she experienced. Sasha’s gigantic body swung into her like he was an acrobat. He was amazingly steady, swift, and tireless.
As Kallie’s body exploded on him, falling apart with endless spasms, Sasha drove into her without mercy. Each stroke caused erotic pleasure to tangle with the ultimate pleasure. It was true ecstasy and stormed her, pushing out to the top of her head, down to her toes.
Now he was low against her, not up. His torso rubbed against hers, her nipples erect with her orgasm, and they razed against the smooth skin of his hard chest. He was chasing his own pleasure. He growled like a beast. His eyes were the blackest blue, and blazing at her. He was pure power as he moved within her.
Her ecstasy settled, as she had the presence of mind to crane upward and to bother his ear with the tip of her tongue.
It seemed to give him an erotic jolt. “Ah!” he cried out.
In a way, Kallie held the powerful man helpless. She tortured him again. He held her tighter as she kissed the base of his neck, agitating an erogenous zone until he was bursting within her.
Sasha’s cries shook the couch as his body jerked, pushing through to the last as a climax seized him. He was so hot when he came. It was an image she wou
ld delightfully replay in her mind again and again. He was like a hot warrior, shaking and shivering.
He brushed his lips against hers before rolling over. They both scrunched into the couch. He wrapped his arms around her. Kallie rested her head on his massive arms. She was completely enveloped and felt amazingly safe.
However, she felt Sasha couldn’t be comfortable. The couch was big, but it didn’t quite fit them both.
He must have been thinking the same thing, because he lifted her in his arms again and carried her upstairs, to the master bathroom. He ran a bath for them.
As soon as the temperature was just right, he turned his attention to her. He kissed her so tenderly. He took her by the hand and they stepped into the warm water. They sat and he encouraged her to lie back. Her hair was a tangled mess. She would have to dunk under the water and lather up with conditioner.
Sasha had other ideas. He kissed her softly on the side of her face, moving slowly to her lips. His face brushed hers lightly as he did, sending tingles throughout her. It was a sensual overload with the crisp visual grandeur of the bathroom décor, the water warming her body decadently, soothingly…and the electrifying chemistry she shared with this passionate man.
He lifted her up, situating her so she straddled him. He reached between them and put himself inside her. His two firm hands on her hips, Kallie glided downward. She gazed to the cathedral ceilings, absorbing and adjusting to the amazing feeling. She fully relaxed on him, letting her weight sink down so he was all the way inside of her. He reached for a container that was bath-side, dunked it into the warm water, and drizzled it down her belly.
The water was but a trickle but it was just enough pressure on her climax-sensitized sex to cause her to draw up around him, releasing a domino reaction. Arousal rocketed through her dramatically, consuming her. She cried out. She almost couldn’t handle it.
He splayed his palms across her breasts, fitting them into his palms. They were hot against her powdery, soft flesh. He pinched her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, shocking her literally. She clenched his steel-hard erection. Kallie whimpered as instinct made her move on him. She rhythmically rocked her hips in slow, languid motion, up and back. He pressed between her legs as she moved against him. Her belly was filled with molten heat.
