Slow Hand

by Edwards, Bonnie

  When she’d been filled up again, when she felt whole again, he could take. She would be strong enough then.

  He slid down her body and kissed her thigh. Working his way down past her knee, skimming along her calf he spent considerable time licking her fine-boned ankle. Then he moved on to the arch of her instep. It was when he licked her big toe and took it into his mouth that she squealed.

  She thrashed on the bed until he quieted her by placing his palm over her vulva. She was wet, nearly dripping. When he pressed lightly, she moaned.

  “Let it go, Teri. You need to come, deep and hard and I’ll take you there now.”

  “Yes, please.” She opened her legs wider to accommodate the full width of his hand.

  He pressed against her clitoris and rubbed gently but steadily. A sigh of satisfaction signaled her acceptance of the attention. Her thighs tightened and her knees bent as she began to press up into his hand.

  Gauging her ready for more, he slid his thumb into her cleft and felt her inner walls clasp him tight. If she was this snug on his thumb she’d be heaven on his shaft. He eased his thumb halfway out and her hips responded by following, reaching for him. He obliged and slid back in with a circling motion that made her croon encouragement.

  His erection burned like fire so he pressed himself between the bed and her plump, soft ass. He wanted to push to ease himself a little, but her skin felt so good on his he was afraid he’d shoot if he moved.

  Teri began to pump in response to his thumb movement, the scent of her nearly making him crazy. He heard the slick sounds from her cleft, felt the sticky juice of her sliding across her turgid clit and knew he had to taste.

  “You’ll come now. In my mouth.”

  She moaned and nodded. “Yes, yes.”

  He slid to his knees in front of her, lifted her ass and buried his face in her incredible pussy. Wet, open, ready, Teri tasted like pearls of delicious ambrosia. Her delicate inner lips quivered on his tongue while her clit plumped and protruded from her hood. He sucked on her heavy clit and swirled his tongue around it while she squirmed and bucked and with a sudden cry, came.

  Her thighs trembled, her juices flowed and her back arched pressing her up to his face for more and more and more.

  He held her there until the quivers subsided then lapped at her gently to bring her back down to earth.

  When he looked at her face, he saw tears tracking down her cheeks. She swiped at them, not wanting him to see and then she reached for his face to bring him to her for a kiss. He didn’t mention the tears. They were hers and hers alone.

  “Thank you,” she said after a long exploration of his mouth. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

  She ran her hand down his chest and finally set her fine delicate fingers to his cock. She circled him and slid from the base to his tip and he felt the squeeze as she sought to measure him. Her eyes went wide at the fullness of him.

  “I’ll ease in slowly. I’ll be careful.”

  “Like hell you will,” she said and playfully pushed him to his back on the bed.

  She moved smooth as a mermaid in water as she rose over him, hand still grasping him, sliding and building tension that threatened to spill all over her hand.

  She wet her lips and gave him a glance that burned through to his heart. She dipped her head and all he could see was the top of her blonde head, all he could feel was the silk of her hair spreading across his thighs and low belly.

  Teri moved her hand lower to cup his sac and he nearly shouted with the exquisite heat of her weighing him. He knew his cock was near her mouth, but he couldn’t see anything. He lifted her hair away, twined it in his fingers until he got a great view of her perfect, wet lips as they descended on his straining head.

  Just before contact she squeezed more pre-come from him and he watched her tongue as it reached out to taste his slickness.

  “Mm, that’s delicious,” she said when she drew her tongue back into her mouth to swirl his flavor across her taste buds. “Oh, yeah.”

  She tilted back down to him and he had to slam his head back and arch off the bed with the intense, gradual taking of his cock into her mouth. She paused and he felt her open more as she slid down his length.

  After that, he lost track of how far into her throat he went, amazed at her talent for head. Such a little woman, such a deep throat.

  She sucked and nibbled his length before going back to his sac, but eventually he had to tug her away. “I don’t want to come this way. I need to be inside you this time.” The first time.

  Teri smiled and surprised him again by straddling him. Then she raised herself and squatted over him. From this position he could see her pussy, open and streaming moisture. He looked so big in comparison to her tidy, tight opening. Too big to fit.

  Damn.

  She reached for a condom packet and tore it open, taking the decision out of his hands. He wanted to go slow, he wanted more than anything not to hurt her, but she made him crazy with need.

  He loved that the tip of her tongue came out in a delicious little point as she focused on rolling the condom on. “There,” she said, “safe now.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, are you sure you can manage this?”

  She circled him and squeezed, measuring his girth. “I’ve never been so ready in my life.”

  The exquisite sensations Teri felt as she pressed herself onto his immense erection made her inner muscles quake. She leaned forward over him so he could suckle her breasts as she slid down the length of him, slowly opening and accepting him. As Jared laved each of her breasts and sucked them into his mouth she began to rock against him. Her clit finally made contact with his pubis and she could go no farther. She settled for a moment, allowing her channel to accept the fullness of him before she moved on him again. Rockets of desire rolled through her, right out her legs and arms, down to her fingertips and toenails.

  She shuddered and closed her eyes to better appreciate and thrill to the sensuality of his cock. Jared had no idea how far the magnificence of that first filling could take a woman.

  Exquisite tension built as she slowly accepted the length and width of him.

  She gave an experimental roll and buck and shook with the erotic pleasure that volcanoed up from her low belly. Another roll, another shot of pleasure. She planted her hands on his shoulders and moved faster. “Oh, yes!”

  Jared’s neck arched as he tried to slow her quickening pace, but she didn’t want control. She wanted wild abandon so she let loose with a cry of ecstasy.

  “Fast!” She pleaded.

  Suddenly she was riding a rocket as Jared responded with a loss of control that thrilled her. He pushed and strained up into her. Then he grabbed her ass and lifted her to slide up and down his cock, setting an even faster pace. She squealed with the joy of finally getting what she wanted, needed, craved.

  His wild bucking took her over the edge. With another keening cry, Teri came again, arching and rocking over him.

  Just as the stars receded from her eyes, she felt Jared pump and flex against her inner walls as he spurted into her, hot and streaming.

  She milked him by squeezing and releasing her thighs to ride him out. His orgasm brought on another for her so she pressed against his pubis and held on, straining.

  Jared pressed slowly, oh so gently against her vulva with his thumb and helped carry her along. This orgasm built into an exquisite peak in such a measured way that when she came, gushing against his hand, she was nearly taken by surprise.

  The sensation wracked her body and she knew no one but Jared would ever make her feel this way.

  Teri lifted her arms in a victory stretch. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I knew it could be great. I knew it!”

  Jared laughed with her, rolled her beneath him. The deep affection she read in his gaze before he kissed her gently, completely, left her breathless and wondering.

  A goner, that’s what he was. His life as he knew it was over. Having Teri had been awesome and he wa
nted more. He wanted all of her. The charge from touching her had settled permanently around his heart.

  He mentally tallied the days he had left. Five. But it was still too soon to talk about longer. He had to give her the honeymoon she craved, the time she needed and most of all he needed to help her see that her life had changed as well.

  As strongly as he felt the buzz, she did, too. She just didn’t know what it meant yet.

  He could tell her about the MacKay family curse and how his brother and father had succumbed, but she’d think he was crazy. Or worse. She might accuse him of having some kind of obsessive stalker mentality. If Teri settled on that explanation he wouldn’t have a chance of getting through to her.

  He knew a quiet cove that was hidden from most casual observers and headed for it. The SandJack responded the way she always did, smoothly and instantly. They’d be anchored before dusk.

  Once anchored in the cove, Jared would have Teri to himself and they’d learn so much about each other that she’d never want to leave.

  That was as far ahead as he could look because if this didn’t work and Teri kept to her plan to return to her life, he had a long lonely future ahead of him. There’d never be another Teri. Not for him.

  He’d settled once for a woman he thought suited him well. Had waited for the love between them to grow, but instead of growing, the mild affection they’d had slipped away, ground down by the rat race of corporate life.

  His decision to pursue a life on the SandJack had killed the last of the marriage.

  If this charge he felt with Teri was the real thing, she’d be more than happy to join him aboard the SandJack and would see the value in living free.

  All he had to do was convince his tightly wound, tightly focused, tightly built piece of woman that life could be lived loose.

  Jared MacKay was more than up for the challenge.

  Chapter 8

  Teri slid the hot baking pan onto the counter, pleased with how the brownies looked. She’d gone from memory with the recipe and had had her doubts about how they would turn out.

  “What’s that incredible smell?” Jared’s head appeared in the rectangle of sky in the hatch.

  “Fudge brownies. Would you like one?” She laughed at the speed of his descent into the galley. She’d learned some proper nautical terms in the two days she’d been onboard.

  He grabbed a knife and let it hover over the cooling pan. “How soon can we cut them?”

  “Do you want frosting or not?”

  “Depends. If I say yes will that take longer?”

  “They’ll have to cool completely before I frost them.”

  “Then no. I have appetites that must be seen to.” He waggled an eyebrow and waved the knife with a pendulum’s accuracy.

  She patted his behind then gave it a squeeze. “I thought we’d been doing a fine job of handling your appetites.” And hers. They’d only taken a break from exploring their incredible sexual connection because she was sore.

  Besides, she’d become increasingly interested and curious about her pirate and he seemed quite happy to share everything about himself and his life. They’d agreed it was time to find out more about each other as people.

  Her nerves had jumped at the idea of sharing some of her innermost thoughts and dreams, so she’d taken refuge in baking. It was an old remedy, comforting and relaxing and one she hadn’t indulged in for far too long.

  Watching Jared’s impatience for the brownies to cool brought a secret joy back to life in her chest. His eagerness to sample the brownies delighted her and silly as it was, it warmed her to see his enthusiasm for something so simple.

  She waved her hand over the pan to see how much heat remained. “They’re still too warm, but we could take them upstairs.”

  “On deck.”

  “On deck, we could take them on deck to cool faster. Hey, at least I know it’s a head and not a bathroom now. And this is the galley.” She waved her arms to encompass the compact cooking area.

  He tested the side of the pan gingerly. She passed him two potholders, picked up the knife and followed him and her pan of brownies to the deck.

  He held the pan out to the breeze and sniffed appreciatively. “How long?”

  “Remind me to hide the next thing I bake until it’s ready.”

  “No.” He tested the side of the pan again and dropped the potholders to the deck. “It’s cooler already.”

  “You, Jared MacKay, are a baby.” But she’d found another reason to like him. “I haven’t baked for someone as greedy as you in a long time.”

  “I can’t believe it. Every man in my family has a soft spot for women who bake. I thought all men did. You know, all that stuff about a way to a man’s heart.”

  “Let’s just say I haven’t had reason to bake for a long time.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “This little cove is beautiful,” she said, shading her eyes to take her first look around their private destination. A short stretch of beach beckoned but she could see even from here that the drop off immediately off shore was deep. “But the swimming looks treacherous.”

  “Better to swim off the swim grid in the stern.”

  She turned and looked to where she expected open sea. But there was none. Just more land and beach.

  “Where are we?”

  “Seclusion Cove. Not very original, but the name says it all. You can’t see the entrance to the cove until you’re on top of it. Most large boats pass by, as do the charters.”

  “Would you have brought us here if Philip was here?”

  “No. I want this to be a place you remember as ours. Just ours.” He stood behind her and looped his arms across her chest in a light hug. His broad back protected hers from the sun while he pointed out some of the flowers and plants.

  “There’s sea grape,” he said, pointing out a tall, dense tree with broad leaves. “I’ve got some jam made from the grapes.”

  “Can we pick some?” They didn’t look much like the grape vines she’d seen in vineyards.

  “They’re too tart to eat fresh. They grow high here because the cove’s sheltered from the wind.”

  The flora and fauna was interesting, but the large, rather insistent erection she felt pressing into her back was by far more enthralling. She reached behind her and cupped him, giving him a light, firm squeeze from root to tip. He bit her earlobe in response.

  Shivers of anticipation ran from her ear to her loins where they settled into a burn. Jared continually surprised her with his appetite for sex. She matched him in every way, and that shocked her even more.

  “I want to eat you,” he murmured against her ear.

  “Me? Or my brownies?” she murmured back, feeling his hot finger explore her curls. She leaned forward and stepped wide for him, unable to quench her rising fire without his deep touch.

  “Can’t I have both?”

  She laughed. “The brownies should be cool enough now, but I’m getting hotter,” she said.

  “You’re confusing me.” His hands went palm up as if weighing his decision. “Brownies.” His left hand moved. “Or Teri.” His right hand moved.

  She laughed. “Once the brownies are gone, they’re gone. But I’ll be here for a while longer.”

  He growled into her ear. “Brownies it is.”

  He pulled away and she felt bereft at the change in temperature. But when she turned she had to laugh again at his silent demand for the knife she’d lain on top of the pan of brownies.

  She presented the knife to him like an operating room nurse. A quick slap into his hand and a precision slice later and he had a quarter of the brownies in his hand.

  “I offered you one brownie as I recall.”

  “This is one.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Would you like me to cut you a piece, too?” he asked.

  “A small one please. By your standards, minuscule.”

  “I remember how brownies are supposed to look,” he said, cutting a
much smaller square for her. “It’s just been years since I’ve had a homemade one, so I’m not going to apologize for being greedy. You make me that way.”

  She thought of the great sexual appetite he’d aroused in her and she understood. “Deprivation can release the inner glutton for many things. Sex included.”

  She accepted the brownie he offered and tasted it. “Oh, this is good, I thought I’d forgotten the recipe, but I guess it’s like riding a bike.”

  He gathered her into his arms again and resumed the position they’d taken at the deck railing. Quiet and secluded, the cove was a paradise where there was no evidence that man existed.

  The heat of Jared at her back comforted her more than it should. The man himself comforted her more than she should allow but she couldn’t see any harm in pretending they were a couple for the time she was aboard.

  “So, you were serious. You don’t bake in New York?” his voice at her ear startled her.

  “No time. And my kitchen’s so tiny, it’s a hassle.”

  “But the galley has to be smaller and you managed just fine.”

  “It’s different here. More relaxed. Vacations are for doing all the things you enjoy but don’t have time for, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Besides, Philip didn’t like me to bake. Said I’d eat it all and gain weight. Being short means even a small weight gain’s a problem.”

  Jared snorted. “Not for me. I like a woman who enjoys life enough to live it without guilt.”

  She wondered if she’d ever be able to get completely clear of the doubts Philip had raised in her. She wasn’t sure, but Jared was certainly helping.

  She felt him press against her lower back and smiled at the rising erection that prodded her. No matter that they’d agreed, reluctantly, to give themselves a few hours to recuperate from the sex marathon they’d indulged in, he was obviously ready for more.

  “You looked happy when you tossed your shoes overboard at the dock. What was that about?” he asked.

  “Oh, that.” She didn’t want to talk about Philip, but too much of her life had revolved around him and his demands. Maybe talking it out would exorcize the last remaining irritants he’d foisted onto her psyche.