He feathered his fingers up her legs, palmed the flare of her hips as if he were learning her textures.
She held her open arms out for him and he took a moment to marvel at all of her lush curves, the pouty pink nipples tipping her full breasts, her rounded tummy and the dark, crisp curls covering her plump mound. Their first time had been so rushed that he’d missed this but they had time now.
He skimmed out of his shirt and socks, ready to drop down beside her on the bed when he caught her appreciative glance. It tripped him up for a minute. He knew what he looked like.
He’d gotten banged up playing college football. There were still some dents and he was a little thicker in the neck and waist than most men. Rugged was as close a description as most women would cop to. It had never really mattered before. But Bella was smiling at him as if she’d won the lottery.
“I’m volunteering this information in the spirit of full disclosure. Sixty-nine is one of my favorite positions. Would you mind terribly if I had a small taste? It only seems fair,” she said, grinning.
He’d bet money that she knew part of her charm was being able to express some of his favorite fantasies in the most lady-like terms, as if she were crooking her finger at tea and ordering something tasty.
He slid in beside her, angling his erection toward her plump lips as she scooted down and pillowed her head on his thigh. He watched, barely able to breathe as she palmed his sac, lifting it for a closer inspection before she leaned over and kissed it, drawing each one of his balls into her warm mouth. He sank into the pleasure and flexed his hips.
She lifted slightly as she slid her hand up over his cock and drew it toward her mouth and flicked the tiny slit with the tip of her tongue. She closed her hot little mouth over the crown and he bit his lip so he wouldn’t groan. The sound alone would edge him toward an orgasm and he wanted this to last.
And then it became a game. He lowered his head and spread her legs with his hands, holding her open enough to see her pink inner lips. She swallowed more of him, swirling her tongue, drawing him deeper.
He shuddered and laid a broad flat stroke against her mons, separating her with the tip of his tongue before drawing her clit into his mouth and strongly suckling. She moaned and made a ring with her finger and thumb at the base of his cock, the pressure enough of a new sensation to cross his eyes.
She eased back up until she held only his cock head between her lips and then she started to suck, swiveling her tongue, sucking stronger each time she completed a circle. He nearly came off the bed but he matched her rhythm, flicking her clit as she pumped his cock.
She came first, her hips bucking as he suckled until he felt his balls grow tight. He tried to pull away and she gripped his cock as his orgasm rocked through him. She fluttered her fingertips over his balls and palmed them gently. He closed his eyes and savored the ripples of pleasure. Until she tongued his cock slit and brushed her fingertips over his asshole. Pleasure spiked through him and he was instantly alert.
She was panting, her mouth wet and luscious. He couldn’t resist tasting himself on her lips, and moved to do so. He’d never been inspired to do that with any woman.
“I want everything with you,” he murmured against her lips. He tentatively licked at the corners before slipping his tongue inside her warm mouth. He couldn’t remember ever tasting anything as wonderful as Bella.
“All you ever have to do is ask,” she whispered when he ended the kiss.
“I will. Later.” He wrapped his arms around her.
They fell asleep with Bella spooning her butt against his groin and pillowing her head on his arm. When they woke they showered together, standing in her claw-footed tub with the curtain drawn around them and water pouring down.
“Next time we do this at my place,” he grumbled when they couldn’t manage slippery sex under the tiny shower spray but he laughed when they had to dry off one at a time because the bathroom was so tiny.
Rhys ran downstairs to collect his clothes and overnight bag so he’d have something to wear besides a towel. He still ended up wearing nothing at all while sitting at her tiny kitchen table at one o’clock in the morning, eating a roast beef sandwich she made for him.
He was caught up in the desire to have her again but at the same time content to sit with her and watch the snow gather outside on the window ledge.
She’d waited a long time for Rhys Vincent. She watched him over the rim of her wineglass. She’d known he was big but he almost looked as if he belonged in another time. He could be wearing chainmail and wielding a bone-breaker or a loincloth and fighting in a coliseum. But he spoke as if he were a statesman or a senator, an orator. His voice alone mesmerized her.
But right now he wasn’t speaking. Right now he was drinking wine and watching the snowdrift outside the tall windows that banked the living space. She set her wineglass on the counter and loosened her red silk kimono until her shoulders were bare.
His wineglass stopped midway to his mouth and he smiled. “I think I’m starting to know that look,” he whispered and his voice had gone husky. “Come here.”
She sauntered across the small space and opened her robe. Straddling him, her bare legs over his thighs, her toes barely touching the floor, she scooted forward until she was flush with the solid erection that strained between their stomachs. She loosened the sash around her middle and palmed the condom she’d put in the pocket. Her slippery kimono drifted to the floor.
He lifted her and settled her closer, smoothed over her bare bottom as if it were the first time he’d ever touched her. His dark-eyed gaze was molten and she shivered. “You do smoldering very well,” she whispered in his ear while she nibbled at the lobe.
“I’ve been walking around with a hard-on since you fell into my arms. Damn straight I’m smoldering. What are you going to do about it?”
“If you scoot down just a bit,” she continued, and cant your hips a little more…” she said as she slid her hand between them and grasped his cock.
“You’re still going to have trouble gaining any leverage,” he said, kissing the side of her neck before he licked into the hollow of her collarbone.
She leaned toward him and knew he was right. “Damn. And I did so want to fuck you in this chair. You’re just awfully big.” She sighed and stroked his shaft, catching a drop of pre-cum on her finger and popping it into her mouth.
The breath whooshed out of him in one long gasp, warming her ear and making her pussy tingle. He cupped her ass in his big hands and lifted her, testing her weight as he smiled. “Lucky you. I’m big enough to help.”
She barely had time to cover him before her toes came off the ground and he angled her pussy over his erection. Looking down, she lost some of her own breath at the sight. Even with help she had to flex her hips so she could guide him. She circled her pussy—teasing it once, twice, three times—with just the tip of his plump crown. She shuddered and sank as she lifted her hand away so she could take all of him.
She’d never watched before. The idea of being joined excited her as much as the tug and glide of his cock along her inner walls. She’d always had to concentrate so that she could stay in the moment and not do anything that would interrupt the quest for an orgasm.
What a waste. She’d never seen anything so sexy in her entire life. She could tell when he kissed her that he was puzzled but she couldn’t say anything with his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy, stroking her so sweetly her entire body hummed.
She angled her head to take more of his tongue while he leveraged her into a position to pump her pussy on his cock with a merciless rhythm that set her blood on fire.
“You do realize that you have me pinned so that my only recourse is to assist you in fucking me,” he whispered, when he broke the kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his hips until her heels found purchase, wedged between his hips and the chair’s spindle back. The position opened her further and she grabbed his shoulders and watched as he lift
ed her again and again until just his glistening, flushed cock head was visible at her entrance before he slid her back down over his rigid shaft.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered.
“If I had another hand I’d be playing with your clit. If I were a contortionist, I’d be sucking on it.”
She reached down with one hand while he watched, slid her fingers between her legs and gently pinched the engorged nubbin of flesh, circling and manipulating it. She could hear him panting but she was as fascinated as he was. Her muscles tightened and she clenched his cock and bore down as her orgasm took her, shaking her, bending her. She collapsed against him and he scooped her up, leaned forward and stood.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. He gripped her ass and surged into her as if he were trying to leave a mark. He roared when he came and she couldn’t remember ever hearing such a wonderful sound.
He kissed her all the way back to the bed, his lips still caressing hers as he laid her down on the cool sheets. She shivered when he left her and burrowed under the bedcovers until he padded back. He spooned around her, snugging her bottom into his groin. She was warm and drowsy and the last thing she remembered was his lips on the back of her neck.
* * * * *
The snow stopped Saturday morning but it was piled in lovely drifts that only the most stalwart would have braved. Rhys showered after tucking the quilts around Bella and was looking out the front windows when he heard her stirring.
“Aren’t you cold?” she mumbled drowsily and he turned to marvel at her sleep-smudged face.
“I run hot,” he explained, whipping the towel from his waist to dry his hair and padding barefoot to the edge of the bed. He bent to kiss her and she reached between his legs and stroked his cock. He lowered himself to the mattress and sighed into her mouth. “We went at it pretty hard last night. I was worried you’d be sore.”
“Did you wake up with this?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around his growing erection.
“Yes and I don’t think my condition is going to change for decades.” She stopped stroking him and he frowned. “I didn’t tell you that so you would stop.”
“I didn’t expect…”
“What? You didn’t expect me to admit I want you for decades?”
“I keep waiting to feel like this is too sudden but all I feel is that its right. Every time you walk through my door it’s like a party.”
She’d started petting him again, her fingers trailing over his rigid erection. “Well, there’s a party and then there’s a party. And if you don’t stop stroking my cock we’re going to have to get creative with this party.”
“I think we do creative very well,” she said. “You smell good. Like a big juicy mango.”
“It’s your soap. I smell like a salad bar. Am I making you…hungry?”
“Starving. Stand up for me,” she said and the gleam in her eyes made his cock twitch. He stood and watched her scoot around until her head was angled off the bed a bit. She was still holding on to him.
She worked her head under his balls and he widened his stance. The first swipe of her tongue drove him up on his toes. He closed his eyes and groaned as she took first one and then the other into her mouth, rolling them, suckling gently.
He leaned over and braced his hands beside her hips when she drew his cock toward her mouth. She brushed the crown over her lips and sucked it inside, enveloping him in wet heat. He sank into the pleasure, jerked as she pressed the tip of her tongue into his slit. It was all he could do not to thrust when she began circling and flicking the ridge of his cock head.
His blood hummed and danced to her quickening rhythm. He could barely keep his hips still. Her pelvis curled, inviting him.
He leaned on his elbows and lowered his head between her legs, slid his hands under her thighs and eased them apart. Her scent intoxicated him and he pressed the tip of his tongue into her pink slit, separating the delicate flesh. Delicious.
He lapped gently into her pussy, top to bottom and back again, suckling her clit on the upstroke, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Savoring her. Her hips were dancing by the time he crooked his fingers and slid inside her and found a sensitive spot that made her gasp.
He bounced his tongue against her clit but he was at the wrong angle. He closed his lips around the quivering bud and suckled strongly, until she dug her heels into the mattress and thrust against his mouth.
He didn’t know if it was her orgasm or her wail that set him off but he felt the pressure build, his balls clenched and he was coming so hard he had to lift his hips away from her. She didn’t release her grip while he shuddered but held him gently between her lips and pulled him deeper.
* * * * *
When she woke she was cradled on his chest and he was watching her. He smiled, smoothed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her softly.
“I can’t remember the last Saturday morning I spent in bed with a beautiful woman. It’s something I could get used to.”
“As long as I’m that woman, I don’t have a problem with that,” she said, running her fingers through the crisp red-gold curls that covered his chest and following the line down to his abdomen. She couldn’t resist petting him.
“You are. I can’t imagine being anywhere else right now,” he said, looking around. “You have quite a little exotic slice of life going on here. Do you collect everything?”
She followed his line of sight. “The fan on the wall was a parting gift from Ben,” she said, motioning to the carved ivory fan displayed on a shelf. “The little wooden treasure chest on my dresser held chocolates and was a Valentine gift to my grandma Sophie. The lace handkerchiefs exploding from it came from her too.”
“And the little hand mannequin?”
“Micah told me he thought I was destined to spend my life helping other people sort out their screwed-up lives—hence, the helping hand.”
“Parting gifts?”
“You find that odd?”
He shook his head. “The more I learn about you, the more amazing I find you. I don’t have a problem with them still caring about you. No chest beating this morning.”
He put his big arms around her and turned her so they were nose to nose. “I don’t care about what came before. But I’ve been wondering why you haven’t asked about my past.”
She brushed a stray lock of his hair back and smiled. “I know that neither one of us has gotten to this point in our lives by living in a vacuum. I wondered why you didn’t volunteer the information but honestly, I was more interested in the man you are now.”
“I guess I was more comfortable not discussing it but the man I am now is a direct result of the man I’ve been. When I was twenty-five, I fell in love and by the time I figured out Greta was using me to get back at her middle-aged husband for dumping her, it was too late. I was alone and she’d moved on with her life.”
“So, you were doubly thrilled with your recent offers of sex by women wanting to get back at their exes. Just in case you were wondering, I don’t have a middle-aged husband. I’m very happy you’re not twenty-five and since we seem to be baring all, I have a small confession.”
“Unless it involves a trunk full of sexy underwear and those red shoes I don’t think I need to hear it.”
“I knew you were coming.”
He looked as if he were trying not to smile. “Well, it’s a little hard to miss,” he said, finally grinning. “Do you know when I’m coming next?” He growled and tried to roll her under him but she pushed on his chest and he stopped.
“A couple of weeks before you came into the shop I went to an estate sale and we bought the red stilettos.”
He sighed heavily and pressed his erection between them. “We’re not having sex until you tell me this, are we?”
She shook her head.
“Who’s we?”
“I grew up with Lexi, Jolie and Erika back in Larson. We live all over the country now, except for Erica, she st
ayed in Larson and married a local guy. That’s another story though.”
“Stick to the one about the four of you buying the stilettos. I find anything about those shoes a huge turn-on.”
“They belonged to Ava Darling.”
He frowned. “Ava Darling, the old movie star?”
“There’s a legend behind the shoes. They’re magic. They bring you your heart’s desire.”
He raised one dark eyebrow and grinned. “Honey, have you seen your legs in those shoes? You’re the magic.”
“What was the first thing you noticed about me?”
“That you looked like a naughty fairy-tale princess and you were enjoying my hand being under your skirt.”
“Before that?”
“You were falling off a ladder.”
“You noticed the shoes.”
He started to laugh. “Are you telling me you put me under your spell with a pair of magic shoes?”
“No, I’m telling you that I wished for a passionate, lust-crazed lover and you showed up. You’re my heart’s desire and I love you.”
His smile was slow, as if it started from someplace deep inside and worked its way to the surface. “I think I’m about to have a he-man, Neanderthal moment,” he said and slid his sizable erection over her abdomen. “Tell me more.”
“If I do,” she said, gasping when he slid back, “are you going to beat on your chest?”
He smiled. “No, but I am going to bronze those shoes and put them under lock and key,” he whispered against her lips before he took her mouth, a claim that never failed to excite her.
“That might be a problem,” she mumbled when he came up for air. “Do you remember the part about all of us buying them? We’re sharing them.”
He twisted around and glanced from the stilettos perched on her dressing table chair and back to her. “You all have the same size feet? And you’re sharing them?”
“Well no and yes. No we don’t all have the same size feet but yes we are sharing them. I told you they were magic. They fit all of us. I have to mail them to Erika at the end of March. Technically, I could mail them now but I want to wear them to the Donor’s Ball. I have the perfect dress.”
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