by Tina Donahue
Wanting more of it later, needing him inside her now, she padded up the stairs. A long moment passed. At last, she heard him following, surely staring at her naked ass, her cheeks bouncing with each step, the furrow between them separating, perhaps showing him her anus.
Did that excite him as much as it did her?
Given the way he cleared his throat, Toni figured it did and sensed he liked what he saw. For her, it was enough. She had no illusions about being beautiful, nor would she allow herself to consider that this was about anything more than sex.
He found her attractive. He was lonely.
So was she.
For a brief time they’d ease each other’s pain and then move on to wherever life took them, to whomever they met at the end of that road.
In her mind, Toni saw a glimpse of what her heart wouldn’t allow. Zach waiting for her in the bedroom, kitchen, pool, giving her his smile, opening his arms, offering comfort, peace, a future and home.
No. She pushed her crazy thoughts away, refusing to indulge in a fantasy that had no hope of ever coming true.
They were going to have some serious fun. Hopefully, he’d remember some of it.
For her, these days would always be in her soul and heart, the memories soothing those future nights when she was by herself on the road.
Reaching the landing, she paused and looked over, again waiting for his direction just as she knew he wanted.
Zach’s attention moved from her buttocks to her face. His expression changed, as though he was seeing her for the first time. Passion was gone, something else replacing it. A moment of doubt?
Oh hell. He couldn’t stop now. He owed her thirty days. He’d promised. She didn’t want to be alone so soon. She didn’t want to be without him.
Before she could reach for his hand, he moved into her. Toni’s pulse jumped. Her lids sank as he claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming over her naked breasts, buttocks, cunt, finally returning to where they’d been earlier, taking the same journey again. Telling her he didn’t know where to linger, warning her that he knew what she did…they had so little time.
Confirming her thoughts, he kissed her frantically, his actions those of a man who needed to take as much as he could while afforded the opportunity.
Toni responded without guile and as fully as she could, molding her body to his, burrowing her fingers into his silky hair.
His passion paused, but he didn’t break away as she’d feared. His kiss turned exceedingly tender and exploring, his lips caressing hers, making this intimacy more potent than his previous ardor.
Unexpectedly, tears threatened. Toni squeezed her lids, denying any sorrow or foolish hope, welcoming only raw physical pleasure.
With her hand between their bodies, she cupped his sac and cock, running her thumb over the succulent package.
Her touch did exactly what Toni wanted, transforming Zach’s kiss from tender to demanding, relentless, a shade below brutal.
As though he realized his loss of control, Zach tore his mouth from hers. With their cheeks pressed together, he panted, his breath warming her ear, his hands trailing up and down her body.
She snuggled into his embrace, content to remain like this for as long as he desired.
He allowed them no more than a few seconds. Stepping back, he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her down the hall.
Toni’s head turned to her bedroom as they passed it. Were they going to his?
Needing to know, she asked, “Where are we going?”
He stopped just outside the hall bath. “Here.”
Toni looked from the claw-footed tub to him.
His eyes sparkled with pleasure. “I’m going to wash every part of you and then I’m going to take you in whatever fucking way I please.”
Chapter Eight
Frail threads of steam rose from the water spilling into the tub. It was scented with lavender bath oil that hadn’t been in here when Toni showered this morning.
Had Zach left the garage to shop for it, settling on this scent because he knew she preferred it?
She sensed he had and it made her heart open a little more at his thoughtfulness, a romantic gesture she’d received from no other man. One she’d always value.
In a softened voice, she asked, “When are you going to undress?��
After testing the water’s temperature, he shook his hand, flinging away beads of moisture, his eyes wandering over her nudity, his voice distracted by it. “When I’m ready.”
She wondered about his leg. Did the scars trouble him? Did he worry she’d mind?
Padding to him, Toni rested her palms on his pecs, sighing at the solid planes of his body, the impressive thrumming of his heart. Eyes on his, she murmured, “I want to strip you.” Not waiting for his agreement, she tugged the ends of the tee from his jeans and lifted the soft cotton past his torso and above his pecs.
He was all firm flesh, golden from the unrelenting Arizona sun.
Desire shivered through her. It was all Toni could do to contain her passion and keep from moaning. Lowering her face, she snuck out her tongue and licked his ruddy nipple.
It pulled an immediate groan, lusty and pleasured, from Zach’s throat.
Encouraged, she laved his nipple with her tongue, noting its tiny bumps and the faint saltiness of his skin. Her body trembled with delight. Unable to control herself, she ordered, “Lift your arms.”
As if to prove he, not she, commanded tonight, Zach kept them at his sides.
Toni snuck a quick peek at him and whispered a humble, “Please.”
He waited several seconds, then did as she asked.
Excited, Toni pulled the tee over his head, past his arms, blindly throwing it into the hall. Before he could lower his arms, she pressed her face into his pit, burying her nose in the dark tuft of hair, loving its utter masculinity and the musky scent it delivered.
Zach inhaled sharply.
She mewed, the sound rushing from her as she licked the fragrant strands and lapped the sensitive skin on his underarm.
Laughter bubbled from him. “What in the fuck are you doing?”
Feeling mischievous, she said, “Whatever I want.”
He reacted immediately. “Uh-uh. No fucking way. I call the shots.”
“As soon as I undress you.” Her hands went to the button on his jeans.
Instantly, Zach’s fingers curled around her wrists, stopping her easily.
Toni lifted her head, meeting his eyes. She murmured, “Let me take off your jeans.”
He released one wrist, keeping his fingers curled around the other, leading her to the toilet. Sitting on it, he straightened his legs. “Take my boots off. Now.”
Tamed and attentive, Toni sank to her knees. With his good leg between hers, she grabbed the heel of his boot and tugged hard. The footwear came off more easily than she would have imagined and impressed her with its weight. She tossed it in the hall, arching her brows at its solid thunk.
Her head swung from it to him. “Think it hurt your floor?”
Zach regarded her with hooded eyes, his expression hungry and male. “Screw the floor.”
Toni’s thoughts exactly. Tossing his other boot, she didn’t bother to check where it had landed. Painstakingly, she peeled off his socks and cradled his right foot in her hands, propping it on her thigh. Although his leg weighed a ton, she was a strong woman, used to physical labor. Head lowered, she kissed the base of his toes, long, strong toes, perfect for such a tall man. With her tongue, she licked their length, ignoring Zach’s choking laughter.
His toes kept curling. He wiggled. At last, he ordered, “Dammit, stop!”
No way. Toni needed to honor every part of him, beginning here. She pressed her lips to the tip of each toe, then trailed kisses up his foot to his ankle, suckling it even as her thumbnail stroked his sole.
On a strangled oath, Zach yanked his foot from her. Chin pointed to the ceiling, chest heaving, he blurted, “Fuck, I can’t stand it.”
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Cocking her head to the side, Toni looked at him from beneath her lashes and used her most goading voice. “Baby.”
A long moment passed. Water continued to flow from the faucet, splashing into the tub. Steam crowded the room. Zach’s head lowered finally.
In his expression, Toni saw savage lust, all traces of propriety and civilization gone, leaving only a male determined to conquer a female. Moving his legs to the side, Zach stood and padded to the bath, shutting off the water.
When he looked over, Toni pushed to her feet, her body buzzing with unfulfilled desire and uncertainty as to his next move.
He didn’t make her wait. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her to the counter to face the oval mirror, a dated design matching the rest of the house.
From behind, he ordered, “Bend over.”
Toni’s cunt tightened, delivering a new rush of moisture to her vaginal lips. Not knowing whether he would punish her again or mount her, she gripped the lip of the marble counter. Arching her back, lifting her buttocks, she assumed a position that told him her readiness for anything…and everything.
Zach met her eyes in the mirror, its corners fogged from the steam. Intensity blazed in his expression, the powerful muscles in his pecs and biceps quivering with his movements.
Stepping behind her, he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the fly.
Blood rushed to Toni’s face, its heat stinging her skin. Just as quickly, it receded, leaving her lightheaded at the thought of him mounting her, plunging into her depths, taking possession, fucking her until she screamed in pleasure.
Her eyes darted from him to his jeans. She wanted to see his cock, to marvel at its beauty.
Zach didn’t allow it. He remained behind her, shoving his jeans and underwear to just below his narrow hips, no farther, his movements telling her he’d removed his rigid cock from its prison.
With one hand firmly on her hip, he used his other to bring his rod to her cleft, bathing its head in her slick moisture. His neck muscles corded, his shoulders bunched, his lids slipped down, leaving narrow slits.
The strain of waiting even a moment more to be inside of her toughened his voice. “Lift your ass.” His fingers tightened on her hip, punctuating his command.
On a shallow, expectant breath, Toni obeyed.
Her mouth hung open, her lids fluttered as Zach entered her without pause, his thick cock stretching her channel to the edge of its endurance, spreading her to capacity. He drove deep, tunneling without restraint until she’d contained most of him and his plump balls snuggled against her ass.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice gruff from arousal, his fingers pressing into her hips.
She whimpered, then gasped. “Yes.”
With one final push, he managed to go even deeper, the root of his cock hugged and sheltered by her opening.
Gulping air, she gripped the edge of the counter in a futile attempt to steady herself against the sensations rocking through her. Lust, need, a longing so deep it became frightening battered her body and heart, encouraging both to soften, to yield, to make the most of this time while it lasted.
Once more, she arched her back. The movement tilted her buttocks a bit higher, the position giving Zach even greater access.
He blew out a breath and tightened his hold on her hips.
Too heavy to keep up, Toni’s head hung between her shoulders. She swallowed, then moaned loudly as Zach slipped his fingers past her hip to her cunt, brushing her clit once, twice, three times. A riot of feeling shot down her thighs and up her torso. Her pussy clenched around his cock, encouraging him to stroke her sheath, to bring her to climax.
She cried, “Fuck me. Do me hard.”
He ignored her, his fingers now circling her nub, rather than touching it. His cock’s thrusts were measured and lazy, the meaty rod easing out of her, slipping back inside, massaging her flesh, using it at his pleasure, driving her nuts.
Toni bucked against him, trying to force his fingers back to her clit and increase his pace.
Zach slowed it even more, withdrawing his hand from her erect bud. He swallowed audibly and spoke on a tattered sigh. “Stop it.”
“I can’t.”
“You will.”
She bit her bottom lip to keep from arguing, knowing it would do her no good. She’d agreed to this game they played, she’d encouraged it and Zach intended to see it through. With a nod, she acquiesced to his command, the role she’d wanted him to take.
Seconds passed in silence, broken only by the steady dripping of water from the tub’s faucet and Zach’s forceful breaths. As he struggled to control himself, his cock grew even harder within her. Willfully, Toni tightened her sheath around him.
Zach responded immediately, his palm smacking her ass, more playful than anything, the crack sounding faint in the cozy room.
Chastised, she relaxed her muscles, her body telling him she’d take whatever he gave…whatever he denied.
He eased out of her and thrust back inside with such force, her body rocked.
Her mind whispered yes. Her manner remained meek, subservient to his desire.
Again, he plunged into her, bringing a rush of pleasure compounded by his fingers returning to her clit. He matched each powerful stroke of his cock with a delicate one on her firm nub, his pace still controlled, manageable, maddening.
Heat pooled in her groin, narrowing her channel, tightening it around his male flesh, proving to him that her orgasm whispered closer, closer.
Despite his vigorous thrusts, he kept his slow, steady pace from earlier. How he managed it, Toni didn’t know. She mewed repeatedly, so focused on relieving the building pressure between her legs she couldn’t form words.
A bead of moisture ran from her temple to her cheek. Gritting her teeth, Toni forced her head up, seeing Zach’s reflection, a thin sheen of perspiration on his chest, his muscles taut, his expression tight, his eyes focused on his cock invading her flesh, plundering it.
Lids sinking, she lowered her head, imagining what he saw. His shaft glistening from her moisture, the thick, distended veins on the hard column, its flesh reddened with lust and the friction of their bodies. His lightly furred balls, rounded and firm, close to his groin, barely swung into her ass with each dominant thrust. The tips of his fingers blanched from holding her hips so tightly. His naked chest expanded and fell with each taxing breath.
He drew his thumb over her clit, harder, more prolonged than his previous strokes, sending a torrent of pleasure through her body.
Toni’s scalp tingled, her limbs weakened, breathing became impossible, all feeling concentrating in her groin. She neared the peak.
Zach sent her over it, teasing her nub as he pumped quickly, heatedly, his body smacking against hers.
Her voice rose in a cry of exquisite reprieve above the sounds of their lovemaking. Zach’s bellow of delight followed.
Alternately swallowing and panting, Toni folded her arms over the counter, resting the side of her face against them.
Equally spent, Zach draped his torso over hers. His bursts of air heated her shoulder, pushing his chest into her back as he fought for a full breath. The moment he’d managed one, his hand returned to her clit.
The first brush of his fingers made her shiver. The second found her protesting from her bud’s sensitivity that was so great, she couldn’t tolerate it. “Noooooooo.” Bucking her body against his, she tried to get him to stop.
He would not. As he suckled her shoulder and trapped her with his big body, he worked her clit mercilessly, stirring new desire, more intense than what went before. Toni was reduced to tortured whimpers and incoherent words, babbled as her new orgasm broke.
She’d barely caught her breath, her pussy continuing to pulse in climax as Zach straightened and released himself from her cunt.
Immediately, her body, mind, heart recorded the emptiness. She was about to complain when his leg bumped hers followed by a zipping sound.
He’d pulled his j
eans up and fastened them?
She had no chance to ask. Arm around her waist, Zach eased Toni to a standing position.
Slumping into him, she rested her head against his smooth shoulder, inhaling his scent as he walked her to the tub. There, he kept her close while he reached down and tested the water. After an abbreviated yawn, he brought his damp fingers to her throat, trailing them to her breast.
Her nipple tightened instantly.
“Warm enough?” he asked in a tired voice, his head tilted to hers, his bristly cheek scraping her skin.
Trembling at the sensations he generated within her, she hushed, “Perfect.”
He helped her into the tub. Every bone in her body seemed to dissolve at the water’s balmy caress. With as much grace as possible, she sank into the silky cocoon. Head against the tall back lip, hands on the edge of the porcelain, Toni sagged beneath the water’s surface. It lapped the lower edge of her areolas. Bending her knees, she allowed her legs to dip to either side, exposing herself fully to Zach, inviting him to come inside and join her.
With her head turned to him, she met his gaze.
Contentment radiated from her, relaxing her features, revealing her underlying vulnerability. So different than the ballsy expression Zach had seen yesterday as she’d claimed to be the best damn mechanic around. At the time, he’d also caught despair and caution so deep, he sensed she’d been hurt frequently by others and didn’t know what to expect from him.
Her measure of trust at this moment humbled Zach as few things had.
Whatever he proposed, he knew Toni would welcome it eagerly, the same as when he’d spanked her. A stunningly erotic game she’d willingly introduced to him as though she had no qualms about putting her safety into his hands.
His gaze lowered as Toni reached out, running her damp fingertips down his fly to his bulge. Through the denim, the heat of her fingers, their gentle stroking, tightened his balls and dried every bit of moisture in his mouth.
She purred, “Take your clothes off and join me.” As an added inducement, she swished her legs back and forth in the water.
Torn between a groan of pleasure and a smile, Zach settled on the latter. “The tub’s not big enough for both of us.”
