Breath suspended, she realized the slow smooth jazz melody had extended into a new age tune with a sultry, exotic tone. Steamy, the song throbbed into the bedroom with a pulsating beat spelling urgency and desire.
Pulling back, he stood by the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. Despite his vow they’d make love fast, he slid the zipper down at an agonizing pace. He hissed in a breath as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and took his black briefs down with the jeans.
Holy, holy God.
She’d ogled his chest, admiring the endless stretch of male muscle, but the dark hair trailing over his stomach bushed around a thick, long cock. Blayne’s penis was bigger than any she’d taken inside her before. Not porn star huge, but gorgeous male perfectly proportioned to his big male body. He looked delicious, and part of her wanted to take him in her mouth and suck him until he spewed down her throat.
Before she could reach out and touch him, he said, “Take off your clothes.”
She didn’t need more urging. She slid off the bed, never taking her gaze from the glorious male in front of her. Desperate to feel his nakedness against her, she yanked her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra, jeans, socks and panties followed seconds later in a heap on the floor. Every concern she might have had about shyness evaporated under his hot, appreciative survey. Without a word, he backed her toward the bed and they fell upon it in a tangle of arms and legs.
Her breathing accelerated, her body flushed with heat. She might burn up before he took her, if he didn’t take her right this minute.
She’d always thought groping was something uncouth high school boys did in the backseats of cars. As they explored each other like ravenous animals, she realized a mature man and woman in desperate need of each could thrash and roll and grope with the best of them. He covered one nipple with his hot tongue, lapping and sucking as he slipped his fingers between her legs.
As he traced her wet labia with one finger, she gasped and bucked against his hand. He groaned against her nipple, the vibrations tingling into the hard nub and making her echo his sound with one of her own. “Damn, baby, you’re so hot and wet already.”
His boastful male satisfaction didn’t diminish her yearning and excitement. Instead it fueled and heightened her arousal. Jemma shuddered against him. “God, I can’t stand this.”
“What do you want?” His eyes went animal, the most primitive part of him hovering on the brink. “What do you need, Sweets? Tell me.”
She’d never told a man what she wanted before, and a man had never asked. She could allow every inhibition dissolve into dust in Blayne’s protective arms. This realization came to her, forbidden, and more exhilarating than anything she could have imagined.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and aching with desire.
“Yes,” he growled.
As he lowered his hips between her thighs, his cock nudged her soft folds. His tongue penetrated her mouth, dipping inside to rub with a continual, deep stroke.
He ripped his mouth from hers, his breath coming harshly. “I almost forgot. Hold on.”
Jemma moaned softly as he headed for the bathroom and she heard him ripping open a condom package. Seconds later he returned, his heavy cock sheathed. He tossed several other condoms on the nightstand. Oh, yes. It looked like he had a long evening planned.
Now. He would take her now.
As he settled between her legs again, he made sure to keep most of his weight off her by propping up on his forearms.
This was it.
As he kissed her, he slid between her folds and eased his thick cock into her tightness.
She tore her mouth from his, her female power roaring inside her. “Hard. Do it hard.”
With a groan he muttered, “Yes, ma’am.”
He drew back for power and plunged so deep she gasped and arched her back in stunned ecstasy.
“Yes,” he said again, his voice guttural. “God, you feel so good.”
Hard as steel and so thick it stretched her, his cock felt hot against her walls. She’d thought she’d had sex before, but what had she known?
This…this incredible hardness buried deep inside her was sex.
She shivered and slid her arms around his neck. “Please. Now.”
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he rasped. Without further preliminaries he withdrew and jammed his cock high and tight into her once again.
She gasped, her eyes wide as she sobbed with incredible excitement. “Yes, yes.”
He took her mouth, his tongue fucking her mouth as his cock fucked her cunt. He started a hard, driving movement, jack hammering between her thighs. Each insistent, ramming thrust into her took Jemma to a new height of craving, her hips rotating beneath his as he powered his way into her.
An incredible tingling built deep inside her as his cock rubbed her G-spot fast and relentlessly. Back and forth, back and forth, the steady piston action of his hips driving her to the beyond. Burning with amazing, stunned ecstasy, she moved with him, her body learning a rhythm of push and retreat. She understood more of her heart and soul through the heart-bursting physical connection. Sex became an intoxicating, loving, primal mating on the most basic scale.
As she leaned up and licked one male nipple, he tasted salty and hot. Jemma gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging in a little as she held on for the ride.
Blayne groaned her name against her lips, his breath harsh and rapid. “Come on. Come for me.”
As he rammed deep, she gasped in stunned ecstasy. She came, her hips lurching upwards, her back arching as a tiny moan of fulfillment left her throat and bursts of bliss fired in her clit.
“Oh, yeah,” he rasped.
Jemma’s reaction set him off, a male animal out of control and reaching for the top in no uncertain terms. She felt like he might fuck her forever.
God, she hoped so. The harder he thrust, the more she wanted him. She couldn’t get enough.
Although she’d experienced a satisfying orgasm, sensation piled upon sensation and demanded more from her. She opened wider to each punctuating thrust, each ruthless requirement of his body on hers, then pulsated and clenched over the rock-hard man moving inside her.
His voice raw with passion, he whispered erotic words against her ear. “God, you’re so hot.” When she whimpered, pressing her breasts into his hard chest and lifting her hips, he praised her. “That’s it. Oh, shit, you like that don’t you, baby?”
She groaned low in her throat, soft little pleas for more.
Instinctively she knew what he wanted, felt it in her bones. She grabbed his ass cheeks, digging into them with her fingers. As it anchored her, she rotated her hips, and at the same time, tightened and released over the hardness plunging inside her.
Punctuated by increasingly fiery lunges, he demanded more. “God, that’s it. Fuck me. Come on, fuck me.”
His harsh erotic demands turned her on so much her blood seemed to boil, her breathing heavy as he hammered deep. She complied, writhing under him, possessed by sheer mental and physical ecstasy she’d never encountered with such searing intensity.
Sweat tickled her forehead, their bodies musky with exertion, and their breaths hot. Her body couldn’t say it, but her mind could.
Yesyesyesyes.
Jemma’s orgasm burst inside her without warning.
She screamed against his mouth. As her walls tightened and released against his cock, he burrowed into her again and again. A wave of heat blasted into her womb, then extended outward like an atomic reaction. She shivered and moaned as it spread down her legs into her toes, fanning out and up into her chest and into her arms and head.
He growled low in his throat and kicked up the pace. He buried his face in her shoulder. Thrusting strongly, he took her toward a new revelation, a second ecstasy not far behind.
Orgasm ripped her yet again, pushing a shriek from her throat.
With a snarl he burst. As his hips continued to move, he moaned harshly again and again and
again. With a last shudder of fulfillment, he sank upon her and lay still.
And the truth moved over her in a huge wave, reality stunning, beautiful and frightening.
She loved him.
Chapter Four
Blayne awakened sometime later, a languorous contentment flowing into his mind and body. He lay face down in bed. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, and as he cracked one eye he realized the room had gone almost dark.
Shit. Maybe for the first time in his life he’d passed out after having sex.
He smiled. Man, he’d never experienced sex so mind-blowing. Recalling how wet, tight, and hot her body clasped his cock made him harden into a spike. Something wild roared inside him, ready to take her now, hard, fast and without foreplay. While he’d never considered himself a sex machine, he had enough desire pouring into him this minute to grow at least a couple more raging hard-ons before the night finished.
He rolled onto his back. His groin ached with the memory of his first plunge into her body. He went into the bathroom and removed the condom, then returned to the bed.
Whether she realized it or not, Jemma qualified as one incredible, sexy woman. He’d sensed her vulnerability, an unwillingness to believe she could share a sexual experience beyond the norm.
He thought, even when he’d started to thrust into her hard and fast and she’d begged for it, that she might be a little inhibited. Hell, no. He’d fucked her through her orgasms, pumping into her as she’d moaned and quivered.
Jemma.
He realized she lay curled up with her back to him, and he inched nearer to her. As his index finger brushed over her spine, she shivered. Tangling his fingers in that flame-glorious red hair felt terrific. He loved plunging his fingers into it. The hide and seek of her hair covering her breasts, then revealing them drove him into a serious state of lust.
If he was lucky, she’d want to fuck him senseless again. He reached over for another condom. As he sheathed his aching cock, he knew this time would be slower. She deserved care and consideration, and part of him still worried he’d hurt her, despite her breathless cries of climax.
He brushed his palm along her back to her hips, then snuggled up behind her. She pressed back against him with a soft sigh. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure she was awake after all. He smiled. She would be in a minute if he had anything to say about it.
Nudging his cock into the crease of her buttocks, Blayne drew her back until he could slip his right arm under her body and pull her against him.
He wondered if she’d enjoy getting fucked in the ass. The very idea made his cock harden yet again. Not that he would suggest it to her right away. They needed time to explore. Then again, if she gave signs she wanted it tonight, he wouldn’t have any trouble accommodating her needs. Whatever she wanted, he’d be damn sure to comply. He wanted her screaming out his name, begging for another orgasm. So whatever it took to get her off, he would give it to her.
As she snuggled against his groin, he sucked in a breath. He palmed her breast, cupping and stroking, reaching up to trap her nipple between his fingers. She moaned again and arched, her breast pushing tighter into his hand. Fingering the already hard nipple, he plucked her, loving the sensation of the bud elongating under his touch. He rubbed his cock against her ass, making sure she could feel how much he needed her. After tracing the soft skin around her belly button with his index finger and feeling her shiver against him, he lifted her leg up over his thigh so he could reach the soft curls covering her cunt. Seconds later his fingers dipped between her thighs to find her wet and hot.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered against her ear.
With a delicate quiver she moaned. “Blayne.”
He plied her flesh, his middle finger drawing a circular pattern around the lips of her wet sex. He rubbed all around her swollen clit. When she squirmed against him, her tiny moans telling him how much she loved it, he eased three fingers deep into her.
Curling his fingers upward, he found her G-spot and started to massage. Her cream moistened his fingers. He fondled her hard nipple, brushing across, over and around the delicate area until she twitched against him, her muscles reacting to arousal. The more he massaged her, the more liquid hot cream spilled over his fingers. Blayne felt her walls shivering as her need to climax quickened. He loved driving her into madness, making her want him as much as he wanted her. When she started to beg, he thought he’d lose his mind.
“Please, Blayne.”
“What, honey?”
“I’m dying here.”
Her plea spurred him onward and he increased the pressure against the sweet spot inside her. Fluttering his tongue against her earlobe, he whispered, “So soft and wet and tight.”
Her breathing increased, her desperate moans rising higher as she suddenly gasped and a high-pitched squeal of delight left her throat. Her wetness tightened around his fingers as he stroked inside her. He drew his fingers out as she relaxed in his arms. He opened her legs wider, then pushed his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. She gasped and moaned, pushing back against him.
Heaven hit him between the eyes as he moved slow and deep and pressed in as far as he could go. He rested there, gritting his teeth as her channel shivered around him. Blayne’s eyes closed on a ragged moan as he drew back, then plunged again, slow and steady pumping. For long minutes he continued the pace, drawing out her excitement as he pushed and pulled back, keeping each thrust deep so that he touched high inside her. He reached down and plucked at her clit while his cock tunneled inside her, using his other hand to torment her breast with steady tweaks and flicks.
“Blayne.” She whimpered and writhed against him. “Please.”
Her pleas spurred him on, but he refused to move faster. Soon she moaned nonstop, her begging and sobbing for breath mixing with his urging. The pace remained steady and it seemed forever that he moved back and forth inside her heat.
With a quaking gasp she came again, her long drawn-out climax slipping from her with a low moan of overwhelming ecstasy. Her cunt gripped him in steady, muscle-melting throbs.
Her satisfaction pushed him over the edge. With a burst he came, pushing up high so she could feel every pulse of his cock. He grunted as climax took him into the deepest pleasure he’d ever known.
* * * * *
Jemma awoke to almost total darkness. She blinked and looked at the bedside digital clock and it read six o’clock in the evening. Amazed and a little dazed at everything that happened between her and Blayne that day, she decided she needed distance to think.
More than anything she needed to decide if she could survive having her heart broken. Now that she’d foolishly fallen in love with him, he wouldn’t reciprocate her emotions. No way would this Special Forces soldier allow her a permanent part of his heart. Instead he would smile sadly and tell her gently he’d enjoyed their time together, but she had to know how it was, right?
She did understand that his life spelled travel, adventure, and danger. But if he could love her back, could she endure knowing he might die on the next mission? Tears surged into her eyes, and she took a deep breath to suppress a sob. If she wanted to cry she needed to leave the room.
His heavy arm was plastered over her waist, her body nestled to his in a spoon. She savored, for a full minute, the heat and hardness of his big, muscled frame. Shifting her legs against his, she enjoyed his hair-roughened thighs brushing against her. The room held the musky scent of sex, and she inhaled it as evidence of their lovemaking. This intimate moment might be all she possessed soon. When he left and went into battle, she could enjoy this memory.
For while she’d indulged in mind-altering sex, she believed the way he’d caressed her and the tender way he’d spoken was more than a man fucking mindlessly. No, she didn’t think Blayne could have sex with a woman and not have it mean something to both of them. She sensed he must have at least some affection for the woman he went to bed with.
Well, if she wanted to leave the bed she’d have
to take the risk of waking him. With a little tug she pulled out from under his arm. To her surprise he didn’t make a sound.
She groped around trying to find her clothes, and after gathering at least her sweater, panties, and pants, she slipped out of the room.
With a soft smile of semi-contentment, her mind blurry with sleep and sex, she negotiated the dark hall. The open curtains in the living room allowed the area to be lit with a soft glow from a streetlamp outside.
She dressed quickly. Her nipples, sensitive from Blayne’s relentless suckling and caresses, tingled against her sweater. Now that she’d experienced his wonderful lovemaking, she didn’t know if any man from this point forward would ever live up to the tough and tender soldier.
She drifted to the window and looked outside. Under the glow from the streetlamp she could see the wind blew the snow horizontally. She placed her hands on the cold windowsill and allowed her thoughts to drift.
Yes. Intrusive thoughts, this time negative and annoying, shoved aside pleasant reverie.
Blayne was a soldier, all right. A man her father and brothers wouldn’t approve of for her lover and certainly not for a husband. She sighed. What difference did it make? As an adult she made decisions about her relationships, not her family. That’s the way it should be.
Long-held inhibitions took time to erode and so did fear. She needed to find a way around her doubts if she had any hope of a relationship—a friendship at the least—with the man in the next room.
Warm hands slid around her waist and she gasped in surprise as a big body pressed against her from behind. Warm lips touched the side of her neck.
“Blayne,” she gasped and laughed. “God, you scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“How did you sneak up on me like that? I’ve got great hearing.”
“Training, Sweets. Just training. Remember what I do for a living.”
Thanks for reminding me. This man could surprise the enemy and inflict damage or death. She shivered at the thought.
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