by Ranae Rose
His eyes had yet to leave her. He kept his gaze on her as he rose from his seat and rounded the table to stand beside her chair. The kiss he planted against the side of her cheek was as light as a breeze and as shocking as a sudden peal of thunder. For a moment she almost thought she’d imagined it, but then he spoke. “I hope you’ll give me a call after you open your café. But even if we never see each other again, you have my support.”
She listened to the sound of his footsteps echoing across the kitchen tiles, unwilling to turn toward him with eyes that were damp and probably red. She heard him slide the lock out of place and twist the doorknob. “Derek, wait.”
He stopped, ready to step through the partially opened door. His shoulders looked tense beneath the fabric of his T-shirt.
“I’d like you to stay.” She thought some of the tension left his shoulders as he turned toward her, eyes searching.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He pushed the door softly shut and crossed the space between them again, the sound of his footfalls matching the heavy beating of Kelly’s heart. Something about the intensity of his gaze was making it race. When he stopped he stood so close to her she was afraid he’d hear it. He didn’t ask her again if she was sure – not out loud, anyway. The way he stood, close enough that he’d hardly have to move to touch her, his eyes boring into hers, made it clear he sought a final confirmation.
The ability to speak seemed to have tangled itself up and become lost somewhere in the back of her throat, so she reached out to touch him instead. Her hand rested on his chest, and his heart hammered beneath her palm, driving out the last of her doubts.
“Would you like to leave now for dinner?” he asked.
“No. Let’s stay here.”
Chapter 4
With Kelly’s inhibitions abandoned, they bypassed the sofa this time. Once in her bedroom she leaned to kiss him – their first touch since she’d laid her hand on his chest. He bent his head so his lips met hers, his mouth hot. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she pressed her hands against his chest, the pulse in her wrists beating lightly against his smooth muscle, echoing the flutter that was dampening her core. When he slipped the tips of his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and began to raise it, she let him.
Determined as she’d been to turn him away, she hadn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. Her shirt fell to the floor, revealing a smooth, pale-pink bra that was decidedly on the plain side. It was designed for not showing up under clothing, not for seduction. She wished she’d worn something sexier – he definitely deserved lace. There was certainly no hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes though, and when he reached behind to unhook the clasp, she ceased to care.
The hooks slid undone beneath his touch, their ends caught between his fingertips. He was standing close to her, but there was a little space between their bodies. Her nipples began to harden as air rushed between the molded fabric and her skin, and he pulled the bra away, casting it to the floor.
He stared down at her breasts, and the look in his eyes made the breath catch in her throat. He cupped them from below and squeezed, his thumbs rising slowly toward her nipples. They tightened and the skin on her arms pebbled. He traced his way around the edges of the areolas with his thumbs, massaging. Her flesh swelled over the tops of his hands, and she liked the feeling of filling them so well. It was clear he liked it too – there was a sharp gleam of desire in his dark eyes, and he was breathing heavily into her hair, causing stray tendrils to dance against her cheek. He dragged a thumb over one of the rosy buds of hardened flesh and she exhaled sharply against his chest, her core tightening in response.
By the time she noticed he’d moved one of his hands to the small of her back, he was already lowering her onto the bed. She pressed a palm against the back of his skull, pulling him into a kiss. The comforter was soft against her back, and he hard against her front. His erection was caught between their bodies, reminding her of the day before, only now she was topless and the denim it strained was pleasantly rough against her skin. The fabric of his T-shirt was soft too, smooth and warm against her tight nipples. His skin would feel even smoother and warmer. With that in mind, she slipped her hands beneath his shirt, tracing the defined ridges of his abs with her fingertips.
He shed the garment at her urging, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere over the edge of the bed. He was left kneeling, bare from the waist up, his cock pressing hard against the fabric just below the waistband of his jeans. Her core clenched at the sight, increasing the dampness that was causing her panties to cling to her skin beneath her own jeans. She wanted to yank them off and throw them over the side of the bed like he had his shirt.
She lowered her hands to her hips, pushed the brass button through its hole and pulled her jeans zipper down. The fabric of her panties peeked from beneath its parted teeth, a pink cotton invitation. She pressed her palms flat against the bedspread, ignoring the tingling ache between her thighs that urged her to finish the job herself.
He knelt between her legs, gently edging her knees further apart with his own, and pulled her pants down over hips, thighs, and eventually feet. She was left bare except for her thin, dampened panties. The fabric clung to her swollen clit, its faint weight making it ache that much more for a heavier touch. When he bent to press his mouth against her belly the rush of his breath against her navel and the brush of slight stubble made her gasp. An electric flutter in her core made her clit throb, and as his tongue dipped teasingly into the hollow of her belly-button, she longed to feel it between her thighs.
He worked his way slowly downward, coming closer each moment to fulfilling her sudden fantasy. He tucked his fingers into the top of her panties and pulled them slowly away, his lips brushing soft hair as he unwrapped her. When the tip of his tongue touched the top of the hardened nub that peeked from below her curls, she raised her hips, begging him not to stop.
He pulled away, ending the slow kiss as he focused instead on peeling her panties completely off. She moaned, the throbbing between her legs having become exquisitely urgent. She stared at his lips and imagined them there again, as if she could will his mouth back to her slick skin. He found her eyes with his and they glimmered as a smile curved one side of his mouth. In the wake of the teasing treatment he’d just given her, his lips seemed terribly erotic, and the sight of his sexy smile made her nipples tingle and her core ache for him. She shifted her gaze automatically to his crotch, where his cock was harder and more defined than ever beneath his jeans. She reached out toward it, burning with the desire to feel it hard and hot in the palm of her hand.
He caught her by the wrist just as her fingertips were about to brush the thick bulge of the head, and she moaned in disappointment. He still wore the sexy, crooked smile, and kept it as he knelt slowly, pressing her wrist against the mattress as he lowered his head between her thighs again.
The press of his tongue against her swollen flesh was sudden and strong. She began to squirm when he dipped it into the damp slit below, but he caught her thighs in his hands and pressed them down against the bed, holding her spread and vulnerable beneath his mouth. He pushed his tongue inside her, reaching deep and making her strain against his hold. It wasn’t that she wanted him to stop, just that it felt too good to possibly hold still. Her core tightened around the tantalizing smoothness of his tongue and he withdrew, drawing it roughly across her clit now, his breath streaming against her damp folds.
A tell-tale spasming in her lower belly told her she was a hairsbreadth away from coming. She pressed herself suddenly against his mouth, taking full advantage of what little slack his hands had given her. He clearly got the message, and began working his tongue against her clit, hard enough to make her gasp and brace herself against the mattress. His teeth pressed gently against the top of the swollen nub with each stroke, and the sensation was maddening. The orgasm washed over her in waves, making her gasp and moan as her core clenched and clutched at a cock th
at wasn’t there yet. He kept his mouth pressed tight against her body the whole time, and she let him abrade her with his tongue until her climax faded completely away, leaving her so sensitive it almost hurt. “Stop!” she gasped, straining again against his iron grip on her thighs.
He raised his head slowly, pausing to softly caress her clit with his tongue one last time. A shiver raced up her spine, blossoming across her chest, making her nipples pucker and tighten.
She reached down to grasp him, to pull him to her.
He obliged, lowering himself onto her, still in his jeans. “You taste so sweet,” he said, breathing against her neck and reaching below to let his fingers dip into the dampness between her thighs.
She gasped as he slipped a finger into her. “Oh!”
“Feel good?” His face was half-buried in her hair, his mouth pressed into the hollow of her neck, muffling his low voice.
She barely managed to choke out a strangled-sounding ‘yes’, and had to fight against the electric currents that were making her head spin in order to get her hands moving. Guided by the hard lines of his muscle, she managed to feel her way over his shirtless chest and belly to the waistband of his jeans. Once there, she eagerly began to negotiate the button.
He slipped another finger in, just as the button popped undone. Reeling, she reached blindly, grasping the nearest thing and finding her hand very full of stiff, throbbing flesh. His jeans zipper had apparently split open under the pressure when she’d undone the button, and his cock had risen immediately from the taut denim. It was covered now only by cotton that was stretched thin. Several moments passed before she was able to clear her mind enough to do anything other than simply clutch him, letting his pulse throb hot against her palm.
“Stop,” she breathed when she could. “I want…” she stroked his shaft in demonstration, the heat of his skin teasing her through its cotton cover.
He pulled his fingers from her body slowly, letting them flutter briefly against her clit.
She shifted her focus to his crotch, pulling his jeans down over his hips and pressing her hands against his ass. He flexed beneath her touch, grinding himself promisingly against her. The motion tore his underwear half-way down his hips too, and the head of his cock rose above the waistband.
It was thick and perfectly rounded. Her mouth watered, deciding her next step for her. She wriggled out from beneath his body, rising to face him on her knees. Pressing her palms against his hips, she gathered the fabric of his underwear in her fists and pulled down, tugging the garment past his ass. His cock stretched toward her, bare and unhampered by clothing. She swallowed, eyeing his thickness as her core clenched. “Take off your clothes.”
He complied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sliding denim and cotton over the long lengths of his thighs and calves. His erection rose up from his lap, quivering as his motions rocked it. She stroked the back of her teeth with the tip of her tongue and reached out to grasp it.
He stiffened when she wrapped her hand around his shaft – he’d had his head turned the other way when she’d reached for him, and she’d apparently taken him by surprise. She moved her hand slowly from one end to the other and felt him relax gradually as she settled into a rhythm. Meanwhile, she watched her own hand rise and fall, marveling at how thick he felt, looked – was. “Come here,” she said when the tension had left his shoulders.
He turned slowly toward her, fixing her with a burning gaze. She kept eye contact with him as she lowered her head into his lap, not breaking it until the last possible moment, when her lips parted to admit his cock.
He groaned when she slid down the length of his shaft, caressing it from underneath with her tongue. It was firm against the soft flesh of her mouth and she liked the way his thighs hardened beneath her palms, tensing with apparent pleasure as her nipples stroked their tops. She imagined how he’d feel inside her, so hard and thick, and her own body tightened from head to toe. Her mouth must have tightened too, because he groaned, burying a hand in her hair and letting the locks tangle themselves around his clenched fist.
“Stop,” he breathed after several minutes, placing a hand firmly against one of her shoulders and pushing her gently backwards. His cock emerged wet and gleaming from her mouth with a tiny pop.
Their eyes met, and the mutual desire that passed between them was almost tangible. He stood, looking magnificent, and then kneeled to retrieve his jeans from the floor. She watched the subtle flexings of his muscles, admiring the tight curves of his ass. He dipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a leather wallet. Understanding dawned on her as he flipped it open and pulled out a small, square package. What would she have done if he hadn’t come prepared? She certainly hadn’t planned this, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable – would she have been able to bring herself to do it? It didn’t matter now, fortunately. She watched as he peeled open the condom and pinched the tip, holding it above the head of his cock. He rolled it all the way to the base, and she struggled not to squirm with delight as she watched his fingers glide over his shaft.
He turned to her, fingers still resting at the base of his cock. “I’d hoped…” he said, motioning toward the transparent sleeve that hugged his erection.
She smiled, her arousal deepening at the thought of him imagining this ahead of time.
He stepped toward her, lowering himself back onto the bed. Her insides tensed in anticipation, her core tightening in preparation for his entrance. She let herself fall backward against the mattress as he leaned over her, bracing himself with an arm beside her shoulder. His free hand drifted to her chest, settling on one of her breasts. He bowed his head and flicked the nipple with his tongue, his breath streaming around the tiny pink bud. “I wondered,” he breathed, his voice gone low with lust, “if they’d be this color.”
“Pink?” she gasped as he traced her areola with the tip of his tongue.
“The same color as the icing I kissed off your mouth that morning in the truck.”
He closed his mouth over her nipple, drawing its hardness in. She moaned, remembering the sweet icing and the way he’d kissed it off of her. What he was doing with his mouth now made her squeeze her eyes shut and arch her back. The strong curve of his jaw and the pleasant roughness of his stubble pressed against her breast, causing her nipple to tingle in his mouth and tighten against his tongue.
A sudden pressure between her legs made her gasp. He raised his head from her chest and she peered down between the double-swells of her own breasts to see him holding his cock, guiding it between her thighs. The sight of him grasping his own thick shaft made her insides tighten, and when he stroked himself casually in imitation of the entrance he was about to make, she moaned. He pressed the head of his cock against her clit and began to move it slowly up and down. The view and the sensation combined made her squirm beneath him and he slipped against her, the tip of his cock plunging suddenly in.
“Oh God,” he breathed, pausing for a moment after burying himself all the way inside her. She gripped him inwardly and he trembled, the well-defined lines of his muscles more obvious than ever. “Kelly.” He pressed his mouth against her neck and began to kiss her as he flexed his hips, filling her with another stroke.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, breathing hard as he stretched her, pressing tongue and teeth against her neck as he did so. He plunged in again, making her flesh contract around him as he strained it. She was ready to come again. She had been since the first stroke. She moaned and tightened her grip around his neck, feeling her core spasm in imitation. “Derek…”
He burst into motion above her, thrusting deep and fast, raising his head from the hollow of her throat to toss it back, freeing himself to move more quickly. Desperate for something to grasp, she reached below to cup his ass. What she ended up doing was more along the lines of clawing, but he didn’t complain, only thrust harder. She could feel the effort straining his muscles as her climax washed over her, waves of pleas
ure washing through her as her body tightened around his cock. She tossed her own head back against the pillows and cried out, digging her nails into his firm muscle and softer skin.
They were both breathing hard by the time her orgasm ended, and he still thrusting with deliberate force. “Oh God…” she gasped, echoing his earlier sentiment.
He was staring down at her from above, his gaze slightly hazy as he cradled her between his arms. “Again,” he breathed, lowering his head to whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make you come again.”
