by Jojo Brown
She could feel his cock slipping and softening inside her. He pulled out carefully and disposed of the condom into the bin near the bed. With absolute tenderness he kissed her for a long time. When he lifted his head he seemed almost reluctant to stop. Suddenly he looked into her eyes. “Now you.”
In a flash he was between her thighs again. Her upper legs felt hot and tender from the pounding position moments earlier. It felt like she’d spent an hour on the treadmill. His tongue hit her like a slap—the suddenness of the contact was like a shock. Her body arched involuntarily and she pushed her pussy into his face, hard.
He lapped at her wet pussy again. She knew he could taste their mixed sweat on her flesh. His face rubbed onto her insistently, the feel of his goatee on her smooth, sensitive skin pushed her closer and closer to the orgasm that hovered oh-so-closely. He slid two fingers into her open pussy while his tongue moved steadily over her fevered flesh. His lips closed in, concentrated on her throbbing clit. The rhythm he set with his mouth and fingers was steady and just the right speed. Her body rocked with the violent spasms of her ultimate release. Unending waves of electricity rushed through her body as her juice flowed out onto his face. Fear of him drowning flitted through her mind, but only for an instant. She’d forgotten to breathe for several seconds. She gasped for air and gripped his head in her hands.
He wriggled up to lay beside her as they both fought to slow their breathing down to normal. Before long, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Tara woke before the sun and slipped silently out of his room. She pulled her dress on as she walked down the stairs and slipped her shoes on once she was outside.
She was really starting to enjoy these late night walks in the woods.
Chapter Seven
“Gran, I just don’t understand it. I found the cabin twice last week with no problem, and now it’s nowhere to be seen.”
Tara and Sadie sat together at the sun-washed table in Sadie’s backyard. Sunday afternoons together had been a tradition since the girls came to live with their grandmother. Tara heard Natasha and Gabby clattering dishes in the kitchen. The two of them loved nothing better than working up new and interesting dishes on these afternoons. Tara had never joined in with much enthusiasm, so they weren’t too shocked when she elected to stay outside with Sadie. In fact, she had hoped for this opportunity to talk to her grandmother, alone.
“Why can’t I find it, Gran? They can’t have moved the whole house…so where is it? You don’t think a different kind of ward has been put around it, do you?”
“Edmund must be very like his father. I still remember the feeling of loneliness whenever the cabin sat in shrouds.”
“What do you mean, it sat in shrouds? You mean they’re hiding from me?”
“The cabin is only visible while it is occupied. Edmund must be away…busy with other aspects of his mysterious life.”
“But what about his brother, Grant? They can’t both be busy, all this time.”
“Oh, you met Grant, as well? Hmm, he was just a slip of a boy the last time I saw him. He and Edmund are not actually brothers though. Edmund’s father was the head of his sleuth, he took Grant in when he was little more than a baby. They all take the surname of Behr when they reach manhood.”
“So, how will I know if either of them are around?”
“Well, you could just keep going for hikes, or you could watch the horizon. I’m sure you would be able to see the plume of smoke from their chimney, now that the nights are getting cooler. Ah, here’s our mystery lunch now.”
The next four evenings found Tara tramping up the hidden trail in jeans and a sweater. Each night, she returned home and fell into bed tired and disappointed. She trudged home, feeling very disheartened after a long shift on Thursday evening, without bothering to look toward the horizon. Why bother?
After a nice warm shower, she slipped into a red tank top and flannel, tartan pyjama pants. With a hot cup of coffee in her hand, she sauntered over to the sliding doors that led to her patio and almost dropped the cup. Right there in front of her eyes was the one thing she’d been hoping to see all week. Someone had lit a fire in the fireplace of the cabin.
Grant or Edmund was home—at last.
Without even stopping to think about what she had on, Tara slammed her bare feet into sneakers and grabbed a sweater. It took a lot less then half an hour for her to make her way up the trail and drill her finger on the doorbell. She didn’t care which of the Behrs opened the door. She just needed to explode in one of their arms. She should have been prepared for the door to open, but she wasn’t and the laugh burst out of her as soon as they locked gazes.
“Well, this is a nice surprise. I am so in the mood for a slumber party. Come on in.”
She couldn’t take her gaze off him as he stepped back to allow her access. He was just as gorgeous as the other two men, definitely younger, probably not much older than her. His pyjama pants hugged his narrow hips and perfectly showed off the inviting ‘V’ shaped by his well-formed muscles. The biggest difference between him and her two former hosts was his colouring. Where they had both been very dark, the cabin’s newest occupant had red hair, loads of freckles and beautiful green eyes.
“Is this something you do? Show up on doorsteps, clad in comfy pyjamas in the night?”
“I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…I thought…”
“Don’t fret. You were clearly expecting someone else, I can only hope you’re not too terribly disappointed.”
“Not disappointed at all, but if I’m disturbing you…”
“Oh no, I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening than with a beautiful, golden-haired surprise. Are you hungry? I was just about to eat. Nothing fancy, just good old comfort food.”
How do I always time it so perfectly to be right on time to share a meal with these men? Who cares? He can fill my belly and then fill every other part of me. “I love comfort food.”
She would never have considered macaroni and cheese casserole to be an aphrodisiac before then. She actually asked Liam if he’d added any extra secret ingredients more than once. He was so easy to be with, so easy to talk to or sit quietly in his company. When a slow sultry song came on the radio, she didn’t think twice—she pulled him to his feet, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and they slowly swayed in a sexy dance all around the kitchen.
Liam nuzzled the nape of her neck as he held her tight against his hard body. “I didn’t prepare anything for dessert, do you have any ideas?”
“Yes. If you don’t take me up to your bedroom, I will have to find it myself.” Tara was so much more than ready to discover how he compared to the other Behr men, she could have torn his pyjama pants off right there in front of the stove if the slate floor hadn’t been so cool.
Liam took her hand and ran with her up the stairs to the last door. When she sat on the edge of his bed it gave under her weight exactly the way her own bed did. The familiar sound of springs met her ears. A foam mattress on a spring board with solid wood head and footboards—so much like her own it was like coming home.
Chapter Eight
With a quick glance in her direction, he turned on the small lamp on the bedside table. “I hope you don’t mind. I love nothing better than to be able to see when I bring a beautiful woman to orgasm. There is nothing to compare with the divine expression that comes over a woman’s face at the moment of release.”
“I don’t care if you turn every light in the house on.”
Without another word, he slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of his pants and pushed them down. As he stepped out of them, he bent over her and pressed warm kisses up and down her neck. He nibbled delicately on her earlobe and whispered softly against her skin. “I am so turned on. I’m so glad you came to me tonight. I feel like I’ve been waiting for years, just for you.”
Tara felt the same way—she couldn’t have explained it until that moment but that was it, exactly. Her breathing crashed in and out of her lungs in hu
ge gasps when his hands slid along her middle just under the hem of her tank top. Slowly he pushed the top up. The palms of his hands covered her breasts just for a moment as he moved the material of her top up and off. His mouth and hands were on her nipples before he’d even dropped the small piece of clothing to the floor behind him.
He moved back slightly, just enough to look at her breasts with naked adoration in his expression. She’d never been so thankful for her good genes before, she knew, without looking that she had nice tits, her nipples jutted out at least a quarter of an inch from areolas about the size of a silver dollar. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples and drew a sharp gasp from her. Slowly he lowered his mouth to her breasts again. The wetness of his tongue traced a slow circular path around the soft firmness of one breast after the other. He closed in but never touched either nipple. Tara gulped air into her lungs in the sheer anticipation of his touch.
He gently pushed her down onto her back on the bed and oh-so-slowly removed her pants. She pushed her hips up eagerly, to help him, as she grew more and more aroused with every passing second. The instant he freed her of the last piece of flannel he crawled up between her legs and bent over her chest, again. Once again, he drew concentric circles on her breasts with the tip of his tongue, moving closer and closer to the nipples. Tara gasped and moaned deeply as he made love to her breasts.
“Yes, yes, oh Goddess yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Liam’s tongue finally swirled around her nipple as he pulled it into the heat of his mouth. He twirled it with his tongue, gently grazed his teeth over the extremely sensitive nub of flesh and sucked it deep into his mouth. Tara pressed her teeth into her lower lip and groaned as a shudder charged through her. No man had ever brought her to orgasm just from paying attention to her breasts.
Tara was amazed to feel the telltale wetness that flowed freely between the cheeks of her ass. “Oh Great Goddess. I cannot believe you pushed me over the edge already.”
“Well, I did and I hope you are ready for a long night, because that was the first of many trips to the slow slippery slope I intend to send you on.” He lowered his weight onto her and covered her mouth with his own. The passion that she felt vibrating through his body exploded into her mouth from the movement of his tongue against hers. One part of her could have happily kissed him for the rest of the night, but another part of her wanted more, so much more.
Liam moved and gave her other breast the same treatment he’d given the first. Tara writhed in pleasure and held his head against her. Before she was ready for him to, he released her nipple and started a long slow dance down her belly. His breath washed over the wet trail and sent goose bumps racing across her flesh. His tongue dipped into her navel and sent a gasp to her lips. She sighed and moaned as he continued to slowly lick his way lower.
His hand moved between her thighs while his tongue lingered near her navel. Gently searching fingers traced along the edges of her swollen lips. A throaty moan rolled over her tongue as his fingers found and teased her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves responded immediately to the slight stimulation. Liam pressed his fingers on her pussy lips and trapped her very erect clit between them. Tara squirmed and groaned as he slid his fingers up and down on either side of that wonderfully hard nub. Her juices gave him all the lubrication he could possibly need.
He attentively rolled her clit, still trapped between her swollen pussy lips and she shuddered all the way to her toes. He kept up the rhythm of sliding her slippery lips up and down along the sides of her clit as he lowered his lips to press a kiss to the peeking tip of it. Tara jerked and bucked as his lips touched her swollen clit. He drew his head back just slightly and blew air over her wet centre as she writhed and bucked again. She let out a great moan as the thrilling sensation raced through her.
Liam wrapped his arms behind her knees and lifted her hips. With quick movements, he shoved a pillow under her hips to hold her up at just the exact angle he wanted. Then he lowered his mouth to her pussy and kissed it just as thoroughly as he had her mouth. A delighted moan filled the air around them as she waited for his next assault. She had no control over the trembles that wracked her body. His tongue danced all along her outer lips, up one side and down the other with the tiniest flick on her throbbing clit as he crossed.
“Oh Goddess! Lick it again…suck it…please!” Her pleading voice came out on a long lusty moan.
Liam flicked his tongue across the edges of her lower lips as she quivered under his mouth. She felt him lick the juices from her and swallow. “Mmmm, you taste better than the finest wine in the world.” His voice vibrated all along her wet folds. She was mad with desire and begged him to pleasure her with his tongue or she would die.
He pressed his tongue between her lips and licked along the hypersensitive flesh hidden there. He pressed into her and nibbled delicately as he sucked and licked her inner lips. A shaky whimper leapt from her lips as he suddenly plunged his tongue into her pussy. Instinctively, she grasped his head and held him tightly to her. She cried out thickly for him to keep going.
She was definitely not disappointed. He continued his assault on her with a quickly swirling tongue. He drove it up to wrap around her twitching clit and tore it back down to pummel her clenching hole.
The moans came out in one long monotone vibration as his lips closed around her clit. He sucked it in and out of his mouth and flicked his tongue across the swollen tip. Her hips writhed and gyrated under his assault, as if she had no control over them as her body exploded in an intense orgasm. Her body spasmed repeatedly as she coated his face with copious amounts of her fluid.
He didn’t stop or even slow down the rhythm he’d set on her clit even though she tried to push his head away. The sensations in her pussy seemed just too intense to bear.
“Oh Goddess, stop…please…I can’t breath.” Her body continued shuddering as he pulled everything from her. Slowly her orgasm abated and her body relaxed into the mattress. When she finally got her breathing under control she reached for him and drew him up her body. Their mouths mashed together in the residual passion from moments earlier. The force of his tongue as it pummelled her mouth with the same force it had her pussy sent yet another electric charge to her pussy.
Liam gently rolled her over onto her belly as he licked and kissed her ears and neck. A soft moan purred out of her from the sensation of him touching every inch of her. He kissed her back and slowly drew his tongue lightly down her spine. A delighted shiver raced through her body.
He licked the small of her back then trailed his tongue over her round ass cheek all the way to her thigh. She bunched the sheet under them in her fists as he kissed and licked the backs of her thighs. She moaned deeply into the mattress when his tongue slid once again over her ass.
She purred and whimpered in total pleasure as he continued to lick, kiss and gently nibble the cheeks of her ass. While he kissed and licked one cheek, he gently kneaded the other. She couldn’t believe how he filled her so quickly with renewed arousal. Her body and soul wanted to allow this wonderful man to use her to his hearts content, more than she had ever wanted anything.
When she felt him gently spread her ass cheeks, she knew he revealed her rosy, puckered and tight little ass hole. She had never truly enjoyed ass sex, even with all the sexual encounters she’d had in the past, but this time she wanted him to touch every inch of her. She sighed softly as his tongue slithered down the cleft of her ass crack. A groan of absolute delight burst from her when he circled his probing tongue around her ass hole without actually touching it.
He continued his teasing trail of circling licks and kisses, until she gasped and panted with a primal need for release. She wiggled her ass in a mindless attempt to capture his tongue, to no avail. Nearly crazed with desire she forced her body to relax in order to draw a deeper breath into her lungs. At the precise moment she let her guard down, Liam pressed a hot kiss to her ass hole. A shuddering moan tore up her throat as he pressed
in to French kiss her ass hole before he moved to lick and ream the puckered hole with his tongue. He kept it up as her moans grew louder and her writhing grew stronger until she erupted with a scream. She pushed back against his tongue until her orgasm faded away and left her gasping and crying, “Oh Goddess…” over and over.
She rolled over to embrace and kiss him deeply. “Oh, Liam, that was incredible. I’ve never enjoyed anything like that before, but that was incredible,” she confessed between kisses.
She collapsed on the bed as Liam rose up on his knees. He looked intently at her face. “You are absolutely radiating pleasure. Your smile is the most exotic I have ever seen and the beauty of your flushed body is so sexy you make me throb with need.” He parted her legs and nestled his body between them. She smiled up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held his cock in his fist and pressed the head between her lower lips. He slowly glided his thick shaft along her soft folds to finally press it into her. He filled her slowly and completely.
Tara’s breath caught in her throat as his thickness penetrated her tight, trembling tunnel. She clenched his cock with her tight muscles to hold and pull his foreskin over the fat head of his cock as he withdrew in his backstroke. She pressed her hand between them to clasp his cock. She held the foreskin enough to allow it to pull back and expose his sensitive cock head. She knew it would intensify his pleasure as her moist, pink folds engulfed his cock.
Tara let his cock loose, wrapped her strong legs around his waist, locked her feet together and dug her fingernails into the soft skin of his shoulders. She drove her hips up to meet him. They quickly fell into a frenzied rhythm as he pounded into her wet, throbbing pussy.
She gasped, “Fuck me…fuck me! Oh Goddess, fuck me hard, Liam!” Her beautiful golden body glistened with sweat, as they fucked recklessly. She shouted and screamed and gasped as she again raced toward orgasm.
