by Dorie Graham
“Please don’t stop.” She was nearly overwhelmed with need.
“Not in this life.” He kissed her neck and strummed her aroused flesh with new intensity.
She gasped and ground against him, the frantic undulation of her hips driving the pace. Heat burst through her. She stiffened. Wave after wave of sensation rippled through her, convulsing her body until she lay breathless and filled with wonder.
“How did you do that?” she asked when she could find her voice. Her inner muscles shuddered—mini orgasmic aftershocks.
A smile curved his lips. “I just let my fingers do the walking.”
“But it was like you pushed all my buttons at the same time.”
She realized then that she still held his erection. Even though she wasn’t quite recovered, she wanted to give him what he’d given her. She ran her hand up, then down his hard length, marveling at the vibrant feel of him. “You’re so hot.”
A hoarse laugh burst from his throat. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m enjoying myself, but not all of us have been satisfied here.”
“Oh, then we’ll have to remedy that. I still haven’t seen your tattoo.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Now, there’ll be no making fun of my tattoo.”
“I won’t make fun.” She shoved his jeans farther aside, then peeled back his briefs, so she had unhindered access to him. “Now, that’s better.”
“Definitely, though, you won’t find my tattoo there.”
“No.” She grinned. “You said it was on your backside. We’ll get to that.” Her eyes widened. “My, you are King Beast.”
“Wanna hear me roar?”
“First, I’m still hungry.” She reached for the jar of peanut butter.
“Ants on a log?” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper.
“Do you have any raisins?”
He shook his head, his gaze intent on hers.
“Well, we’ll have to make do.”
She swirled her finger in the jar, coating it with a layer of peanut butter. With long, slow strokes, she slathered the substance in a strip along his length, taking care to cover the rounded head.
Adam fell to his back with a stifled moan. “You really know how to torture a guy.”
“Shall I stop?” She paused, her mouth a breath from his makeshift log.
His lips parted and he shook his head. Without taking her gaze from his, she traced her tongue down his length, marveling at her own audacity. “Ah, that’s good.”
“I’ll never look at peanut butter the same way.”
Again, she laved a path down him, savoring the nutty taste and the feeling of power flowing over her. His hips rose as she nipped him. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re just so tasty.”
“Maybe we should go into the bedroom now.”
“Not so fast, bud. I’m not done.”
His teeth clamped down on his lower lip. He was velvet-encased steel beneath her tongue. She savored the taste and feel of him as she nipped and licked and kissed away another swath of peanut butter, stopping short of the rounded tip. Taking her time, she ate away the rest of the creamy substance, running her tongue down him a few extra times for good measure. Her passage tightened and moistened. She’d never known this kind of pleasure.
As his penis moved in her hand, desire coursed through her. At last she circled her tongue around his tip, catching the salty taste of his desire. Her own sex swelled and pulsed as Adam threaded his fingers through her hair.
“You’re a goddess, Lauren.”
“Do you wish to mate with the goddess?”
“Hell, yes.” He started to rise, but she shoved him back down.
“Not yet. I’m still not finished.”
“Sunshine, I don’t know if—”
She took him in her mouth. For one long moment she relished the feel of him as she traced him with her tongue and suckled him. His fingers tightened in her hair and her nipples beaded when she rubbed them against his thigh. Cupping him by the soft sacs nestled at the root of his sex, she drew him deeper into her mouth, then pulled slowly back before repeating the process.
“Sweet…”
As her own arousal grew, she tongued another salty droplet from his tip. His hands moved to her shoulders and it took a moment for her to register that he was tugging her upward. Reluctantly, she released him, then slid up his torso to place a kiss on his lips.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me now.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get something out of my purse.”
“Got it already.” He held up the small packet he’d extracted from the pocket of his pants.
A moment later he took her mouth by storm, ravaging it with a hunger that sent renewed heat flaring through her. With a twist of his hips, he nestled himself between her thighs, his erection probing her entrance.
“Yes.” Shifting, she arched against him and his shaft slid into her, stretching her, filling her with his heat, his excitement.
Lauren couldn’t speak. Heat shimmered through her as Adam planted himself firmly inside her, then immediately withdrew only to plunge back in again.
“Oh, sunshine…yes.”
He set a fast pace from the start and her desire built quickly along with his steady movements. She rocked against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, while exquisite pleasure curled through her. Harder, deeper, faster he drove.
“Adam!” His name tore from her lips. She clung to him, seized by a heart-rending orgasm.
He thrust once, twice more, then collapsed beside her, locking her in an intimate embrace, his hand planted firmly on her bottom. Eyes closed, she nestled against him as more aftershocks rippled through her.
Gradually, his breathing evened out and her own pulse seemed to steady. He squeezed her buttock and rubbed his nose against hers. “How come we never played doctor before?”
“Maybe it was better this way, after saving it up all these years.” Was that why it had been so good? Had she held hidden desires in check, desires she hadn’t even admitted to herself?
He kissed her, and to her dismay she felt herself wanting him again.
“I really like your breasts,” he murmured as he flicked his thumb over her nipple.
Liquid pooled between her thighs and she squirmed against him. “You go pushing my buttons again and you might never get fed.”
“Don’t move.” He tugged his pants in place, then slid off the table, standing for a moment, staring at her. “I want to remember you just like this.”
Heat rippled through her and she wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. She stretched along the tabletop. “Now I know why you ordered such a long table.”
“Actually, I was thinking of you when I bought that, hoping you’d be tempted to come over and cook sometime.” He smiled. “It never occurred to me we’d be cooking up such a…hot meal together.”
“Ah, but we’ve only just had the appetizer.”
“I can make a feast of peanut butter…and you. But first hold on. I’ll be right back.” He left, heading in the direction of the bathroom.
She lay back on the table, amazement swirling through her. She was lying naked on Adam’s kitchen table. Where they’d just made love. And it had been wonderful. For the first time in a long time, she felt incredibly free. And wicked.
Her cell phone rang. It took her a moment to find where her purse had gotten kicked under one of the tall stools by the counter. Frowning, she pulled the phone from her bag.
“Lauren Bryant.”
“Something’s missing from this script, Lauren. It isn’t just the other couples…I can’t put my finger on it, but it isn’t right.”
She sighed and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. If she did some fast ego stroking, she could hopefully end this call before Adam returned.
“I trust you, Elliot. You’ve always been able to figure these things out in the past. You were brilliant with t
he Forester campaign. Remember how you figured out how we needed to bring in the whole melon thing? And Forester literally ate it with a spoon. That was following your gut. So, what is your gut saying now?”
The soft pad of footsteps sounded across the tiled floor. She glanced over her shoulder, flustered to have Adam catch her on a business call, while standing naked in his kitchen. This was certainly a first.
“That’s the problem,” Elliot said. “I left the boa at the office and you know I can’t create without it. My gut isn’t working. I need the boa.”
Adam quirked his mouth to one side, then reached for the discarded jar of peanut butter. To her dismay, he scooped a fingerful from the jar, then headed toward her.
“Um, Elliot, I’ll stop by the office in the morning and get the boa, then I’ll come by so we can go over the script together. Why don’t you try to get some rest? We’ll start first thing tomorrow.”
“You’re a doll. I’ll do that. I’m getting stressed. I’m going to go lie down and listen to Tony Bennett. He always soothes me.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She disconnected.
Adam took the phone from her and laid it on one of the bar stools. Without a word he advanced on her, until his chest brushed up against hers.
“But, remember, you already had your healthy snack,” she said.
“You didn’t let me finish.” He leaned back until his gaze fell on the juncture of her thighs.
Her mouth went dry. “Oh, no. I don’t think so.”
His eyebrows arched. “Getting squeamish on me now? I let you have your way with me. It’s your turn. This is only fair.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. Just a taste.”
“As long as I can touch you, too.”
He shook his head. “This round’s for you.”
A measure of unease settled over her. “You really don’t have to.”
“But I want to.”
She stared at him a long moment, then nodded. She could do this. “Just that little bit, then.”
“That’s my girl.” He guided her back to the table. “Now hop back up and get comfortable.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She climbed onto the table, then rolled to her back, her stomach tightening.
As he dabbed the creamy substance over her, she did her best to relax, drawing up her knees and closing her eyes. Each touch of his fingers sent a measure of desire spiraling through her, though her gut twisted. She fisted her hands as he pressed his fingers into her and caressed the spot inside that escalated the building pleasure.
Then he lowered his head. His warm breath fanned her a moment, before his tongue stroked a wide circle along her swollen flesh, following the path his fingers had taken over her lips and clit. He laved the creamy substance from first one side, then the next, dipping into every crevice and fold.
The nervous tension inside her reached an almost unbearable level. He centered on her clit and began to work it with steady sweeps of his tongue. She shifted away from him. “Stop.”
He raised his head, surprise on his face. “We’re just getting to the good part.”
“I just…” What was wrong with her? God, she felt like an idiot. “I want to pleasure you, too.”
“Sweetheart, this is very pleasurable for me. There’s nothing sweeter than kissing you there. Believe me, I really enjoy it.”
Her cheeks warmed. She needed her head examined for sure, but somehow she found it impossible to lie there and not touch him, kiss him in return. “But I need to touch you, too.”
A frown flitted across his face, then he grinned. “Who am I to argue with a lady? I do want to finish what I started, though.”
“You can.” She patted the table. “Just get up here and give me what I want.” She unzipped his jeans again. “Why am I the only one naked here?”
Smiling, he slipped off his pants and briefs. He climbed onto the table beside her, stretching so his blossoming arousal was within her reach, while he nuzzled her thighs apart.
“My, you’re quick on the recovery,” she marveled as she closed her fingers around him. “I love the way you feel.”
“I love the way you make me feel.” He watched her with hooded eyes as she glided her hand over his pulsing heat. Then he ran his fingers through the springy curls guarding her womanhood. “Now, where was I?”
He focused again on loving her, his wicked tongue stroked along her engorged lips, making long, sweeping passes over her tender flesh. She shuddered, giving in to the pleasure as she circled her fingers around his penis. As he laved her, she stroked him, taking pleasure in the thickness and vibrancy of his growing erection.
When he centered again on her clit, she bent forward and pressed her lips to his penis, running her mouth along his length.
“Yes,” she murmured. She rocked against him as, with his tongue and teeth, he worked her once more into a rapturous frenzy.
“Ahh…ahhh…oh!” The tension broke and she stiffened, gripped in another intense orgasm.
After a few last comforting strokes, he nuzzled his way up beside her. “I believe that was three.”
“And don’t you look proud. Yes, you have most thoroughly pleasured me, but I haven’t yet heard you roar.”
“Haven’t you? We’ll have to remedy that.”
“Yes, we will.” She slid her hand down his stomach, to grasp him again. “I can’t say I’m quite recovered, but I think I can see my way to accommodating you.”
His gray eyes glittered as he rubbed his erection against her cleft. “That would be really nice.”
“Wait a minute.” She pushed him aside, then rolled off the table, feeling self-conscious as his gaze swept over her. She found a condom in her purse, then hurried to help him roll it on.
Her sex pulsed with excitement.
This time, she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his thick organ. Shivers of delight ran up her spine. “You do want me.”
“Baby, you’d better believe it.” He grabbed her buttocks, parting and massaging her as she began to ride him. His hands skimmed up to caress her breast, then he took her in his mouth, teasing her taut nipple as she moved rhythmically over him.
Pinpoints of desire shot from her breast to her sex. She tightened her passage, riding him harder as he groaned softly, still suckling her. Closing her eyes, she let her head roll back as an involuntary moan escaped her. Pleasure built and swelled between them and time seemed to collapse into one long moment of heat and ecstasy.
Her breath grew fast and heavy. Adam moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple. His hand slipped to her hip, urging her to increase her pace as the pleasure peaked. Sounds of desire tore from her throat as her body drew closer to its climax.
She ground feverishly against him. He cried out his release, gripping her closer. And her world shattered.
For long moments she lay on top of him, her pulse pounding, her lids too heavy to lift. After a short while, he moved, stroking her hair with the light touch of his fingers. “I tried for so long not to think of you like this.”
She felt almost too lethargic to answer, but her curiosity got the better of her. “But sometimes you did.”
“Yes, sometimes I indulged in a fantasy or two.”
“Really?” She shifted to look at him. “Such as?”
He chuckled softly. “Well, that was pretty close. But there were others and the reality is so much more fulfilling.”
“But fantasies can be fun.”
“And arousing.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll share more with you another time. For now I had better pace myself, or I’ll never make it to dessert.”
“Dessert?”
“Yes…but first we need the main course.”
“You want to cook?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite.” She frowned and he added, “Don’t worry. We’ve only just begun this night.”
He shifted away from her
, rolling to a sitting position. “Let me clean up a little, then we’ll check out your cookbook. You stay here,” he said when she scooted off the table.
“But shouldn’t I clean up, too?”
“By the time we’re through, you’ll need a thorough scrubbing from head to toe and I plan to oversee every minute of it. But for now I love the smell of sex on you.”
He kissed her soundly and any argument flew from her head. She feasted her eyes on him as he walked away, catching her first glimpse of the rose tattoo adorning his left buttock. Somehow, amidst his golden skin and corded muscle, the small flower seemed right in place.
She retrieved the cookbook from where it had landed on the floor sometime during their lovemaking. Smiling, she perused the table of contents while waiting for Adam to return. A moment later, his light tread sounded across the tile.
His eyes took on a smoky sheen at the sight of her. “If we’re going to make any progress with this meal, we’re going to have to cover you up. The sight of all these luscious curves is too much of a turn-on.”
He tugged his shirt over her head, pulling the hem down around her thighs. Then he slipped into his jeans, before taking the seat beside her at the table.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked.
Flipping idly through the pages, he paused every so often. “Here’s one. Honey garlic chicken. I think I picked up most of the ingredients today. And the way they suggest serving it up looks pretty enticing. See how they use the hollow of her stomach as a receptacle for the sauce?”
“Ah, yes, but I’m in the mood for Italian.”
“Sounds messy.”
“But tasty.”
“Let’s see…” He flipped a few more pages, then with a glint in his eyes, slid the book in front of her.
She tilted her head. “Are those…”
“Meatballs.”
“I see, served in a bed of…pasta, though that—” she drew her index finger along the picture “—is no wet noodle.”
“Neither is this.” He clasped her hand over his own noodle.
“Log or noodle, this is my favorite delicacy.” She leaned in to kiss him, but he scooted away.
