When the shudders finally stopped wracking her body, Jamie opened her eyes and saw him leaning back against the seat and watching her with the sweetest smile on his gorgeous face. He had gently removed his hand from inside her warm cleft but continued to trace the inside of her thighs with just his fingertips, as if he couldn’t believe how soft she was there.
Looking down she saw that there was still a major bulge in his jeans, and felt blood rush to her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she said, sheepishly. “I got carried away and forgot about you entirely.” She reached out her hand to touch him but he intercepted her before she could do more than brush her fingers against his length.
“Angel. You don’t have to apologize.” He raised her fingers to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Do you have any idea how sexy that was? I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”
“Are you serious?” She rolled her eyes. “Then you must find gasping fish really attractive. Because I’m pretty sure I looked like a floundering mackerel at the end there.”
“I’ve never had a fish fetish that I can recall.” He pretended to look thoughtful for a moment. “Now that I think about it, The Little Mermaid was pretty sexy. Does that count?”
Forgetting her pledge to keep this completely sexual, Jamie leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss above his left eyebrow. She couldn’t help herself. He was just adorable, sitting there with his bruised face, massive erection and still able to argue about what constitutes a fish fetish. His long eyelashes feathered across her chin as he closed his eyes as if to savor her lips against him and she pulled back, remembering that affection was out of place here.
She shook her head. “No, she was only half fish and I don’t recall her having any orgasms. At least not in the Disney version. What version did you see?” She arched one eyebrow suspiciously at him.
“It definitely wasn’t the kid’s version. At least I hope not. I think it was actually called The Little Mermaid’s Bearded Clam.” He grinned playfully at her and squeezed her hand.
Jamie groaned. “Are you serious? There’s actually a porno version of The Little Mermaid?”
“There’s a porno version of everything, but I’m just kidding. I haven’t actually watched anything like that.”
He gave her a look of such wide-eyed innocence that she burst out laughing.
“Right. You just watch the news or the Discovery channel.”
“And ESPN. Two of my brothers are in the NHL and they suck at email, so I keep an eye on them that way. ”
“Wow. Two? How many brothers do you have?”
“Four. I’m the oldest. One of them is being traded to Vancouver, so there’s going to be another Hall brother in town next week. Think the city can handle that much testosterone?” He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
“As the city’s resident Love Guru, I’m comfortable in speaking on behalf of the female population when I say that I think we’ll manage,” she said dryly, adding an eye roll for good measure.
He chuckled. “Hey, to be fair, I may have missed most your mackerel impression, since my face was being pressed pretty forcefully into the world’s softest breasts, but what I did see was really gorgeous and not fish-like at all. But I think I need to see it again to make an accurate assessment. Care to try for round two?” He brought her hand up to his lips again and began kissing the inside of her wrist.
“What did you have in mind?” She asked as her loose hand returned to his lower stomach and she lightly swirled her nails through the thatch of golden hair at his groin.
He pressed his tongue into the center of her palm and then spoke softly against the wet spot left behind, causing his breath to puff against her sensitized flesh. “We can go slow, if that’s what you want. Or as hard and fast as you can handle. You just have to tell me and I’ll make it happen, okay?”
She stopped fondling his treasure trail and pulled back to look at him. “You’re serious? Whatever I want?”
“Well, whatever is physically possible considering the confined space. I’m thinking that spanking is probably out. Not exactly optimal conditions in here. If I’m going to swat that cute ass I want to get it nice and pink. But I’m willing to give it a try.” He reached behind her to squeeze her firm bottom with one hand.
“Spanking aside, what do you want?” She asked, lowering her hand until it rested on the firm bulge barely contained by his briefs.
He looked down at where her small, pale fingers encircled his erection, groaned softly and flexed against her hand once, and then was still. Shifting his hot gaze towards her he licked his lips. “Well, if I had my way, we’d be doing this in a luxury suite somewhere, with champagne and roses, soft music, candlelight, a truly massive, well-built bed and several days to kill.”
“Days?” She asked, leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his forehead again.
Letting go of her wrist he grasped the front clasp of her bra and released her breasts into his waiting hands. He pressed his face between them and licked his way up her chest until he reached her collar bone, where he bit down softly. “Oh yeah. If it was up to me, I’d lick every inch of you until you were half-crazed with wanting me, and then I’d flip you over and take you slow and easy from behind for a while, until you were begging me to go fast and hard. Then I’d go even slower.”
Jamie squeezed her legs together and felt a renewed flood of moisture between her thighs. She could easily imagine him teasing her just like that. And she would love every second. Without thought, she found herself sliding her hand up and down his length and shifting her hips restlessly as she pictured herself face-down on a king-sized bed as he pounded into her with short, powerful thrusts.
“What then?” She sighed, lowering her head; she began kissing his stomach slowly as she tugged his briefs out of the way to reveal his huge, straining cock.
“Jesus,” he groaned, as her hand found his balls and she cupped them gently. “When you’d screamed my name a half dozen times, then I’d give you everything I had. I’d fuck you senseless until neither of us could move. That’s what I want.”
She looked up at him from where her lips hovered over his cock. “But that’s not what I want.”
“No?” He pressed his head back, hard against the seat and went completely still as she lowered her mouth another inch. Until her breath feathered over the head of his cock and he had to physically restrain himself from thrusting upwards to meet her soft lips.
“No. I want to taste you. All of you.” And then she slowly slid his firm erection into her mouth. Tightening her lips around him, she sucked his long length far back into her throat, caressing the underside of the shaft with her silky tongue. She held him there, deep in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth until it became impossible for him to hold still without exploding.
Grunting, he flexed his hips upward, just as she slid her lips back along his rod. The cold air hit his hard, damp flesh and he hissed at the icy sensation. Without even being aware of it he buried one of his big hands in her glossy hair to guide her lips back where he needed them most, wrapped tightly around his cock.
“Oh God. Jamie. Please. Suck me. All of me.” He groaned.
Jamie enthusiastically complied. She grasped him firmly by the wide base of his penis and began sliding her mouth up and down his length. Her movements started off slow and sensual, dragging her lips and just a hint of teeth along his shaft, but gradually she began picking up speed, driving him deep and sucking him hard.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” Kevin hissed as he gathered her hair into a clumsy ponytail which he wrapped around his fist so he could watch her soft pink lips sliding up and down his dick. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather some control. The sight of this woman, on her knees, half-dressed and enthusiastically pumping away at his cock was too stimulating to look at and stay sane. He was so close already.
Just as he felt that familiar tingling sensation in his spine that indicated his climax was inevitable, she stoppe
d and gave the broad head of his cock a long, slow lick, circling it as she drew her hand up and down the long shaft. He opened his eyes. She was smiling up at him as she pulled away.
Was she serious? She couldn’t stop now.
“Jamie. Please,” he said, trying to sound amused when he really just wanted to howl in frustration. As desperate as he was to climax, his sanity seemed a small price to pay to be with her. She was obviously enjoying driving him crazy.
Despite his promises to make this all about her desires, some primitive part of him still existed that needed to watch her swallow him deep as he shot his seed into her mouth. To ruthlessly take his pleasure without a single thought for her feelings. He wanted to deny that she mattered to him but it was too late. The hold she already had on him was undeniable.
He’d been thinking about being with her for months, and the reality so far surpassed even his twisted imagination. Sex suddenly meant a lot more than just two bodies coming together to satisfy an urge. And he didn’t like it. Not one bit. He longed to reduce her to the same level as all the other nameless, faceless women who had gone down on him before today. He wanted to use her and move on, but couldn’t bear the thought of hurting or disappointing her. He cared. For the first time in his life, he really cared. And it sucked.
Jamie ignored his pleas. She released her hold on his penis long enough to remove her cardigan and bra completely.
Kevin reached eagerly to help her release the waistband of her skirt, but she stilled his hands and whispered, “Leave it on, okay? You said I could have anything I wanted, right?”
He nodded as she tugged his briefs and pants down to his knees.
“Anything. Anything at all.” He rumbled as he watched her turn away from him, exposing her long elegant back to his gaze. He smoothed his large hand down her spine as she gripped the top of the bench seat and used it to shift herself in front of him. Slowly, she lowered her lower half until she was straddling his lap, facing away from him.
Her long calves, still encased in her expensive boots, bracketed his own naked thighs and she had to spread herself wide open to accommodate his thickly muscled legs. Long, wild tendrils of hair hung down her back in a riot of rich color, contrasting with the alabaster skin of her shoulders and curvy waist. To him she was gorgeous from any angle but he longed to see her beautiful face as she sunk down onto him. Obviously she didn’t want that. Disappointment flared for a moment and then he realized it didn’t really matter. He would take her any way she would have him.
Leaning back she ground her bottom against his abused cock until he groaned and she giggled. There was just the woollen fabric of her skirt between his aching flesh and her round, firm ass. He pressed his shaft into the valley between her buttocks and flexed, needing to relieve some of the pressure, but it wasn’t enough.
“You love torturing me, don’t you?” Kevin growled as he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her the few inches required so he could yank the skirt out of his way. The rough sensation of wool being dragged across his super-sensitized groin should have been unpleasant, but he found himself feeling grateful for the pain. It distracted him from his desperate need to come and allowed him to take back some of his control. At least for a few seconds. Until she spoke again.
“Yeah. I’d like to torture you all night. In ways you’ve never imagined,” she whispered. Leaning forward, she pulled all the material of her skirt forward until it pooled in her lap, leaving her soft round bottom exposed to his gaze entirely.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. I’ve imagined a lot of things. Nothing compared to this though.” He looked down, hypnotized by the contrast in their bodies. Her skin was so pale and soft. The hard, dark column of his penis looked tantalizing and erotic cushioned against the surprisingly full globes of her ass. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head against the small of her back, just below the waistband of her skirt. Her skin was like warm velvet there and he couldn’t help from leaning forward and kissing her elegant back, just below her left shoulder blade.
Above him, Jamie gasped and lowered herself back onto his lap. What was he doing? She had expected him to just pick her up and impale her on his hardness in one hard, brutal thrust. Any other man would have done exactly that. She had teased him long enough. Maybe too much. But instead of being annoyed and frustrated, he was tracing the ridges of her spine with his hot mouth. The sensation was unbelievable.
Moisture pooled and dripped from between her open thighs. He was making her squirm against that big beautiful cock of his, sandwiched between them, an iron hard reminder of his state of arousal. Yet he demanded nothing from her except soft butterfly kisses against her skin and barely perceptible slow flexes against her bottom.
She felt the unexpected sting of tears well up in her eyes. He was being so sweet. Not the barbarian she’d expected at all. Guys like him were usually firmly focused on getting their rocks off and moving on. But this wasn’t the case with Kevin. He was worshipping her. There was no other word for it. He touched her with careful reverence, like he couldn’t believe his good fortune in being allowed access to her body. It was strange and heady to be touched like she was a treasured gift rather than a tool for getting off.
But she had to stop thinking like this. Kevin wasn’t worshipping her. He just had a gift for making women feel cherished. It was part of his appeal. His good looks and sense of humor just got him into women’s beds. It was his ability to convince them they were precious to him that made him so dangerous. It was so difficult to remember that his feelings weren’t engaged. It was all just an illusion.
She needed to focus on the reason she was here, which was giving into him so he could get on with forgetting about her. A part of her rebelled at that thought but she buried those tender feelings and lifted up on her knees. Reaching between her legs, she was able to wrap her hand around his thick cock and angle it into position right where she wanted it most.
Behind her, she heard Kevin’s sharp intake of breath as her moist pussy finally came into contact with his hardness. She slid the tip of his cock along her slit, giving him just a taste of her sultry heat.
“Wait.” He gasped and then he was scrambling madly in the pocket of his coat, looking for his wallet. Moments later, she heard the distinctive crinkle of a condom package being opened. She gave his penis a short pump that made him groan and then she removed her hands entirely and faced forward, bracing her hands on the top of the bench seat in front of her, waiting for him to complete his task.
“Lift all the way up for a second,” he said, guiding her hips forward. He made a strangled choking noise that made her giggle as he drew the condom down over his impressive length, and then he was grasping her waist and lowering her slowly downward until her warm cleft was positioned over his straining erection. She stopped giggling.
“Is this what you want, Angel?” He asked hoarsely, flexing upward just an inch until just the head of his dick was encased in her slick channel.
“Yes.” Jamie nodded and pushed downward another inch. He was so big. She was stretching to accommodate his girth, but he was almost too much. And it had been such a long time for her. She wanted to feel him pulsing and thrusting deep inside her, but the promise of pain made her hesitate. Her thigh muscles burned from holding herself upright, but still she paused.
“It’s okay. You take all the time you need. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.” He slid one of his big hands forward and touched her just above where they were joined. Massaging around her clit gently with his thumb, he rocked upward and was able to bury himself another few inches in her liquid heat.
Jamie bit her lip and looked down. Her breasts were bare. Her small pink nipples tight and hard in the icy air and yet the skin on her chest was flushed pink with arousal. Her hair was wild around her shoulders and she suspected she must look like a complete slut. She had never felt sexier as she watched the flex of his hand under her skirt, busily working her clit in a way that made her want to scre
am with excitement.
She could feel the tension in his body as he waited for her to take him deep inside her body, but he didn’t push. He waited and that was exactly what she needed.
Using the seat as leverage, she pressed downward until finally every exquisite inch of his fine erection was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy.
“God dammit. Angel. You’re so tight. You’re killing me.” Kevin gasped, holding completely still as she adjusted to his deep penetration.
Then she began to move. Not in the gentle undulation of hips and thighs he’d been expecting at all. She slid up and then slammed herself down so hard that he thought she might hurt herself. But the exultant sound of delight she made as he ground his hips upward, gaining another inch inside her exquisite body was all the information he needed. Jamie liked her sex a little rough. As much as he would love to experience tender love-making with this woman, hard and dirty sex with her was an experience he couldn’t deny himself.
He would give her exactly what she wanted. Just as promised. Even if it killed him.
Chapter Eleven
Love Law #6 - Men need to be treated like sex objects too.
Yes, this seems a bit contrary to my whole "men are hunters" theory. They are, but they also love variety more than anything. Which is why they find commitment so daunting. The idea of making love to the same woman for the rest of their lives is horrifying to them. Their days of sowing their oats or spreading their seed or whatever agricultural metaphor you want to use are over. This causes blind panic to settle in and they may get cold feet. To avoid this trap, don't become complacent. Once you’re in a relationship, be the other woman. Spice things up. Attack him the second he walks through your door instead of waiting politely until after your date. Try new positions. Dress up and role play. Talk dirty. Don't, however, constantly spout foul language like a sailor on leave. (Especially if his mother happens to be visiting.) Getting graphic loses its effect if you do it very often, so every once in a while, tell him in no uncertain terms, what you want and how you want it. And make sure he knows that he's the only one that can give it to you exactly the way you want it. He's the sex object here, remember? And he loves knowing that you can't resist his super-magnetic sex appeal. Don't say that exactly, you'll sound weird, but ravage him like you can't help yourself. If you don't scare the crap out of him, he'll love it. Small note here: do NOT watch porn and try and imitate those girls verbatim. They are professionals and therefore are paid to say some frankly ridiculous things. (I originally tried to provide some examples here, but my editor promptly went into coronary at the thought, so I’ll just leave it to your imagination.) Just be honest with your man. Say whatever comes to mind. Tell him what you like, without pulling any punches and worrying about being considered unladylike. Ladies rarely get the wild, sweaty monkey-sex, which is your objective. At least occasionally.
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