by HELEN HARDT
Searing heat jolted through her. Those beautiful lips were lethal. She’d always known their power. He suckled her gently at first, little licks and kisses. His mouth on her was a luscious sight, and her pussy pulsed against his arousal. She ground into him and his denim-clad erection grazed her clit. When his teeth scraped her hard nipple, she thrust down onto him harder. She needed him. Needed his hard cock deep inside her.
“Jon.” Her voice was a series of rapid pants. “I need you. Please.”
He growled against her nipple, and the vibration buzzed through her. He stood, still holding her, and she clamped her legs around his waist. He kissed her hard and deep as he walked to his bedroom. Once there, he laid her gently on his rumpled bed.
“Tell me what you want, honey.” He pulled his green polo shirt over his tousled waves, baring his sculpted chest. Dark hair scattered over golden muscle and sinew. Mountainous, magnificent.
“I want you, silly.”
“I’ll give it to you any way you want it.”
“I want to know what you want, Jonny. This is your night, remember? Let me please you.”
“I want you, Eve. In every way possible. I want to suck that pretty pink pussy of yours. I want your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock.” He fingered the snap of his jeans and popped it open.
As he readied to tackle his zipper, a cell phone jingled from the living room.
“Crap,” Eve said.
“It’s mine. I forgot to turn it off. Stay right there.” Jon re-snapped his jeans and left the room.
Eve lounged on the bed, buried her face in Jon’s pillow, and inhaled. Vanilla male musk. Jon. Her pussy pulsed between her thighs. Here she was in the same boat as last night. So ripe she’d fall from the vine.
She reached between her legs and found her swollen nub. She dipped into her juices and swirled them over her clit, stimulating herself. Her skin heated and tingled, and she imagined Jon licking her, fucking her with his tongue. She was near climax when he returned.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Eve had no time to worry about who might have been calling Jon at this hour. Right now, she was so turned on she thought she might burst. She wanted his tongue, his beautiful full lips.
“Lick me, Jonny. Lick my pussy. I’m so close.”
“God, Eve.” His jeans still on, he lowered his head between her legs. He traced his tongue over the sensitive skin of one thigh then the other.
She sighed, and her skin tingled from the moist attack. When his tongue slid between her swollen cunt lips, she arched her hips. “Just like that. Yeah, baby. Suck me.”
“Damn, you taste good, honey.” His lips—those gorgeous lips—clamped onto her clit, but only for a second.
Such a tease! He sucked her labia into his mouth, and the slurping sounds raced through her. So good.
His voice murmured against her. “Pretty pussy. Sweet Eve. Mmm.”
His sleek tongue probed her channel, slurped her inner lips, tantalized her. Her skin rippled, and she clamped her thighs around his head, urging him toward her clit. Still he teased her, tormented her.
“Jonny, please. You’ve got to let me come.”
His chuckle vibrated into her slick folds, buzzed through her body. “Since you said the magic word…”
He plunged one of those wonderful thick fingers into her, and she imploded into fragments of vibrant color, a kaleidoscope of vivid images. Her pussy clamped onto Jon’s finger and he continued sliding it in and out, massaging her, milking the last drops of climax from her.
“Oh Jonny, that was perfect. I always knew you had magic fingers.”
“You thought about my fingers?”
“I thought about you a lot. You and Br— Oh God. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t. She could tell by the hurt in his voice. She’d make it up to him. Big time. She sat up and unzipped his jeans. His cock was like the rest of him—majestic and magnificent. Huge. As long as Bri’s, but thicker. One purple vein traveled around the top and disappeared underneath. A fucking work of art. She clamped her fingers around its girth.
“I want to suck that gorgeous cock, Jonny. I want to swallow you whole.”
He groaned. “God. Please, honey.”
She smiled into his blazing eyes, flicked her tongue, and lapped up the pearl of pre-cum that had emerged. Mmm, salty and male. She loved giving head. Loved being in control over a man like that. She circled her tongue over him and reveled in his moans and shudders. She licked the underside, swirled around his balls, sucked each one into her mouth, gently at first, and then harder. She nipped his muscled thighs and kissed his balls again. The soft dark hair covering them tickled her nose and cheeks. She inhaled. Pure male musk. Intoxicating.
“Eve, damn, that’s good.”
She grinned against his sac, caught her breath. She showered little kisses along his length and sucked just his cock head between her lips. All the while, lightning flashed to her pussy. She undulated her hips in time with the thrusts of her mouth on Jon’s shaft. So much like the dance. Sensual, evocative. She plunged downward onto him and took his full length deep into her throat.
“God, Eve!”
She released him. “Good?”
“Amazing. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t think of it.” She gave him what she hoped was a sexy grin and returned to his erection. Had it swelled bigger? Beautiful, just beautiful. She licked it all over, coating it with the sheen of her saliva. She loved the salty male taste of him. “I want you to come in my mouth, Jon.”
He thrust upward, and his cock head grazed the back of her throat. “I can’t, honey. Want to come…in you.”
She gave his cock head a wet kiss. “There’s lots of time for that. Please, baby. I want you to. Fuck my mouth and come in me.”
“God.” He thrust again.
She took him even deeper. The vibrations started at his base and tantalized her lips. They surged through his length, and his cream spilled down her throat in convulsive spurts and then slowed to a warm river. When he finished, she released him and licked her lips. Mmm, Jon.
“Aw, honey, that was amazing.” He reached for her.
She crawled into his embrace. I love you. The words were on the tip of her tongue. How she longed to set them free. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she’d resolved the issue in her own mind. And right now she still loved Jon and Brian equally. They were so different, each unique. But she loved them both with an absolute passion.
She leaned over and gave Jon a deep, open-mouthed kiss. When she paused to take a breath, he pushed a few strands of moist hair behind her ear.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you, Jon.” His smile speared her heart.
“Hungry? There’s some dark chocolate gelato in the fridge. Dark chocolate’s chock-full of antioxidants, you know.”
She couldn’t help a giggle. But she’d shared the gelato with Brian. She wasn’t sure she could eat it with Jon. “I’m stuffed from that amazing meal.”
“Too stuffed for chocolate? Who are you and what have you done with Eve Costello?”
She smiled at his joke. “I’m truly full, but I sure could go for a glass of water.”
“You got it,” he said, his eyes sparkling, “and then back to bed.”
Chapter Five
Eve gulped down her glass of water, gazed at him, and smiled, her silver eyes sparkling. Jon’s cock rose. A fine line creased her forehead. Only slightly, but he noticed.
“You’re thinking again.”
“Mmm. Thinking about how much I want to go back to bed with you.”
“Works for me.” He took her hand. “But first tell me something.”
“Okay.”
“I know you and Bri have a lot more in common than you and I do.”
“Jonny, I thought you didn’t want to talk about Bri.”
“I don’t. Except…well…I want to understand. I get that you’re both artists. And you
both talk about how the dance, or the music in Brian’s case, calls to you.”
“It’s hard to explain any better than that.”
He wanted to understand. Had a fierce need to get inside her head and learn every little essence that made her tick. “Try. Please.”
“All right.” She set the glass down on his nightstand. “I see dancing as a metaphor for life. Like moving through time and space, you know?”
“Yeah?” He didn’t really get it, but oh, he wanted to.
“Yeah. Especially belly dancing. It’s one of the most ancient forms of dance, and it’s very empowering for women. We use the parts of our bodies that are inherently female. We dance in bare feet to connect to the energy of the earth. And those flutters that Brian likes? They originated as a celebration of childbirth.”
“Wow.” He nodded as her words sank into his mind. He was getting it. He was getting her. And damn, he loved her all the more.
“And also, dance stimulates the physical, emotional, and spiritual parts of us. It keeps our bodies physically fit, and…”
“And what, honey?”
Her cheeks burned a raspberry hue. So beautiful. “This may sound silly to you.”
He cupped one pretty pink cheek. Her skin was like silk. “Nothing about you is silly to me. Tell me.”
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. Our physical bodies house our spiritual selves, Jon. So we must keep our bodies physically fit, because without them we can’t move in any direction.”
He wanted to kiss her senseless. But he held back, simply let his thumb drift across her luscious lower lip. “Why did you think that would sound silly to me? I’m a personal trainer, Eve. I devote my life to helping people keep their bodies physically fit.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged, “some people think it’s kind of a flaky concept. But I believe it, Jonny. Truly I do.”
“So do I.” He brushed his lips across hers. “You’re so beautiful, inside and out. So strong. And I’m adding something to my mission statement as of right now. My new mission statement is to educate, motivate, and support each client by way of an individualized program designed to maximize his physical, emotional, and spiritual health.”
“Oh…” Her soft sigh drifted over his cheek like the lightest desert breeze.
He lay down on the bed and pulled her against his body. “Tell me what you want, honey.” He wanted her to take the lead. He wasn’t a submissive. Nothing like that. But he liked a strong woman in the bedroom. He spent all day in control of others’ lives. He told them what to eat, how to work out, when to see a medical professional. He didn’t mind being in charge. He loved his job. And he certainly wasn’t averse to taking the lead in bed. But what really revved his motor was a woman who took what she wanted.
He’d give Eve anything. When he’d returned from turning off his cell phone and she’d demanded he lick her pussy, he’d almost creamed all over himself right there. Eve was the strongest woman he knew. She knew how to get what she wanted in life. Now he wanted her to take what she wanted in the bedroom. From him.
“What do you want, Eve?” His deep voice trembled, and he steadied it. “Tell me.”
“Anything you want, Jon.” She winked at him.
His cock hardened even further. Damn, she was beautiful. “I want you to take what you’re after, gorgeous.” He steadied his voice again. “Do whatever you want to me.”
“Hmm.” Her foggy eyes twinkled. “I do have something in mind, handsome. Lie down.”
He complied, the rumpled blankets a soft comfort against his tense, needy body. He waited for another command, but instead she backed toward the door. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” She returned momentarily, her hands filled with several of the smaller scarves she used as color accents on her various dance costumes.
What did she have up her sleeve? Hell, he didn’t care. Whatever it was, he was game.
“Grasp the headboard, Jonny.”
What? He widened his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and fingered the silky fabric. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Curls dangled over her milky breasts. His erection surged in time with his rapid pulse.
“You heard me. You’ve been begging me to take charge all evening.” She leaned forward and brushed her satiny lips against his. “This is something I’ve always fantasized about. Now grasp the headboard.”
Smiling, he did as she demanded. The sheer material floated over his hands and wrists as she bound him.
“There you are,” she said, “try moving now.”
He could move his wrists but they were tied to the bars of the headboard with some type of hitch. Did she actually know what she was doing?
“Comfortable? Not too tight?”
“No. Not tight at all. But I can’t move.”
She let out a girlish giggle. “That’s the idea.”
The husky depth of her voice trickled over him like a smoky cognac warmed in a snifter. She was one hell of a woman.
“Now that you’ve got me here, honey, what exactly are you going to do with me?”
“Hmm. Well, I know one thing’s for certain.”
He shivered. “What’s that?”
“Eventually, I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you.”
His cock was rock-hard. Hard enough to slice through a diamond, no doubt. Jon’s arms tensed against the restraints. Damn, he wanted to grab her, kiss her, stuff his cock deep into her hot flesh. But now he was playing by her rules. And God, that turned him on. He burned hotter than blue flame.
She started with moist little kisses to his cheeks and neck. Each touch of her lips scorched him, sent sparks flying to the tip of his sensitive cock. He thrust his hips upward, searching for heat, wet, suction. A welcoming sheath. Such a tease! Eve’s soft hair tickled his shoulders and chest like delicate feathers. She trailed her mouth to his and kissed him. A firm kiss, yet a controlled kiss.
“Mmm,” she said against his lips. “I shouldn’t kiss you. I should tease you. Make you crazy. But I can’t resist your beautiful lips, Jonny.”
Beautiful? They were too red for a guy. Weird though, women seemed to love them. If Eve loved them, that was okay by him.
“Kissing me is teasing me, honey. Especially when I really want that sweet mouth on my cock.”
“Been there, done that.” She nipped at his chin and kissed downward to his chest. “You are a magnificent man, Jon. Gorgeous and sculpted.” She bit a nipple.
He nearly exploded. “God, Eve.”
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you. Every single inch of that muscular physique. Then I’m going to sink my pussy onto your cock. Sound good?” She chuckled against his pecs. She traced a lazy circle around the other nipple.
Was it possible to come without direct stimulation of his penis? Fuck, he was about to find out. Deadly ruby lips tormented him. He would surely die an untimely death here and now. His body flexed, his toes curled. “Eve, damn it, I’m dying here!”
“But what a way to go.” Her lips continued their systematic torture. Over his abs, his hips. “You’re in such great shape. How flexible are you, Jonny?”
Flexible? What? “Who cares? Just fuck me, honey.”
A soft giggle purred against his hip bone. “I care. Because there’s something I want to taste.” She spread his legs, moved between them, and gently pushed his thighs forward until they rested against his chest. She smiled. “Nice and flexible, just as I suspected for someone as physically fit as you.”
“Eve?”
“Shh.” She swirled her tongue over his balls.
They tensed, ready to eject seed into his cock and catapult him over the edge. But her silky tongue slithered downward, teasing that sensitive place under his sac. His whole body quivered. “Honey, please. My God, you have to fuck me. Now!”
Her warm breath massaged his crack. She squeezed first one butt cheek, and then the other. “You have one nice ass,
Jonny Blake.”
One slender finger taunted his aroused flesh. God no. He’d come if— “Ah!”
She fingered the tight rim.
Mind over matter, damn it. He tensed, held his breath, forced back his climax. Need her. Needed to grab her, pull her forward, force her pretty pink pussy onto his granite cock. Had he truly wanted her to take charge? Damn these restraints!
“Please, Eve. Enough. I want…” He closed his eyes, exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
Magic, magic fingers. She’d called his fingers magic. Fuck, he had nothing on her. She continued her torturous massage, pressing her thumb against his anus, fondling his bottom with the other. He pulled. How strong was this sheer, veily stuff, anyway? No dice. He was at her fucking mercy, and she knew it.
Her mouth covered his balls again as she stroked him with her amazing hands. He groaned, unable to move. She had his arms. She had his legs. He couldn’t thrust upward, couldn’t…
“Have I brought six-foot-four-inch Jon Blake to his knees?”
“Release me,” he growled. “Release me, and I’ll fuck you all night long.”
Her gorgeous face beamed between his legs. “Not quite yet. I kind of like you like this. Condom?”
“Top drawer.”
She left the bed and rummaged in his dresser. She sheathed him, and her fingers fluttered over his cock. He groaned and squeezed his muscles. He wasn’t going to blow now, not when she was so close to fucking him. She climbed atop him and sank her warm pussy onto his rigid cock. Sweet surrender.
“Yeah, honey. Just like that. I’m not going to last long.”
She leaned forward, teased his lips with her pretty nipples. “Suck it, Jon. Suck my nipple. Get me hotter, baby. Get me burning for you.”
Get her hotter? Oh, he’d try. Perfect, perfect tits. He’d lusted after them long before he fell in love with her. Now, with his emotions tied up in his physical longing, her nipples were even more luscious. One tight bud, sweet and hard, pebbled under his tongue. He kissed, nibbled, licked, relishing her moans of approval. God, he wanted his fingers free. Wanted to pluck that other hard nub.
