Curvaceous Heart

by Terri Pray

  Sue reached up and cupped his balls. Holding them gently. His cock throbbed, thick and erect in front of her face, the head swollen, glistening with his own need, his scent heady, calling to her, begging that she take him within her mouth, do something, anything to relieve the pressure that rocked through his body.

  “Step out of your pants.”

  He shifted quickly, trembling beneath her fingers. “You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  “Oh, I think I do.” With the way her own body screamed for attention, the pressure that threatened to ripple out of control she had a damn good idea of just what he was going through.

  “What are you going to do down there?”

  Sue edged a little further forward on her hands and knees and opened her mouth, capturing the head of his cock between her lips. With a low groan she licked quickly across it, purring into his erection.

  “Shit!” He cried out, back arching as he struggled to keep his hands locked behind his back. “Much more of that and there’s no way I’ll be able to keep still!”

  She smiled around his cock, massaging his balls gently with one hand, her other wrapped about the base of his erection. With tiny, teasing licks, she covered the length of his member in small kisses, a touch of her tongue, suckling him into the depths of her mouth only to pull back until she only held the head of his cock in her mouth.

  “I can’t.”

  But he could, she knew he could. All it would take was the right amount of persuasion. She reached back with one finger, keeping her hand about his balls as that one finger began to massage a small, hidden spot behind his sac.

  She suckled him fully into her mouth, wrapping her fingers about his cock, squeezing, releasing, only to squeeze again. She pressed her fingertip back against that sensitive spot, knowing each time she did he would groan, half plead with her, only to settle back on his heels once more and struggle to keep in position.

  She could taste him, thick, heady, and needful, on her tongue. Each pulse through his erection heightened her own desire. Sue lifted up away from the head of his cock and blew, very gently, over the slick, glistening skin.

  “Sue, please!”

  Please what? Continue, push him back, rock on his cock until he came and came and came, trapped in between her tight, eager walls? Such a very tempting image.

  “You want me?”

  “Yes.”

  “And if I wanted to leave now, end it, change my mind and not follow things through?”

  He groaned and closed his eyes, shivering. “I’d let you go. The choice is yours. It’s always been yours.”

  Would he really go that far, let her walk out of the door when every inch of his body craved her touch? She watched him, searching his face for some hint that he was lying, trying to lead her on, but she could still hear his words, that plea he had made earlier for her to trust him.

  I’ve come this far, he’s not hurt me yet, not made any moves that would cross the line. If I’m prepared to play the game then I better see it through to the end. Besides, I want it just as much as he does.

  “I think we’ll take this to the bedroom then.”

  Chapter Ten

  Alan held out his hand to her. “Walk with me.”

  She nodded, tangling her fingers with his. The years between them no longer mattered in this moment. He wanted her, needed her in his life, even if it was just for one night.

  She’d even sensed what he needed, truly needed in a woman. Did he know that she’d never taken that step with someone else? Demanded they obey her, call her Ma’am? Had he spent all those years of searching for a woman with the strength to put him to his knees only to find she’d been working for him…

  Silently, dressed only in her suspender belt and stockings, she walked with him into the bedroom. Even if he turned his back on her, left her the same way others had, it wouldn’t matter. At least she would be able to enjoy tonight, on her terms.

  Soft pillows and a thick comforter decorated the bed. Two lamps, one on either side of the bed -- a large, old fashioned piece of furniture that wouldn’t have been easy to find, with miniature bed posts at each corner.

  What would he look like bound to the posts?

  Perhaps that was a game they could play another day, if they decided to explore each other’s bodies again. No, thinking about the future, the chances of their liaison being more than a one-night stand, was not something she needed to deal with right now. Could he feel the trembling that threatened to claim her, the fear that she was doing the wrong thing? She didn’t know how to dominate someone, no matter how many naughty novels she’d read. It wasn’t the same as doing it in real life, and what if she hurt him?

  “Sue?” Alan frowned. “Are you all right? You weren’t here for a moment. You look a little unsettled.”

  “I’m fine, really.” He didn’t deserve her attention being split, especially when he’d done nothing to suggest he would be like the rest of them. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him down to join her.

  “Trust me.”

  “I do.” She nodded, a soft shiver running through her body.

  “Will you let me love you? Show you what it can be like in the hands of one that thinks you’re a beautiful, sensual, and strong woman? I’ve shown you that I trust you, let you take control, now I’m asking you to let me show you how I can touch you.” He reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along the line of her jaw. “If something doesn’t feel right, if you’re afraid, or simply want to stop, all you have to do is tell me and it will end.”

  She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes. “Show me what it’s like then. Please”

  “Willingly,” Alan whispered and pushed her back against the bed.

  Why had she given up the control he had so freely offered her earlier in the night?

  Because she wasn’t a dominatrix. It was one thing to fantasize about a man on his knees, obeying her every whim, but exploring it as more than a passing idea was another matter entirely.

  But she wanted to be, a part of her needed to know what it would be like to explore that side of her nature completely. Just one brief step into that world had left her trembling with a need to know more.

  His lips brushed over the curves of her breasts. Soft kisses, the wings of a butterfly caressing her flesh as he settled down onto the bed next to her. Her breasts tightened, nipples crinkling into firm points as she let herself sink into the wave of sensation. Men of his age were swift, hungry, eager to satisfy their own needs, yet Alan took his time, exploring her body with a gentle touch. His fingers teased about her nipples, then traced a soft path across her stomach towards her mound.

  “Such a beautiful woman. So soft, silken. A real figure. No bones, no harsh edges, just a woman in all her glory.” His voice was little more than a hungry whisper against the side of her breast.

  “Alan, I’m not beautiful.”

  “They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you’re very much a glorious, beautiful woman to me.”

  Glorious?

  No one had ever called her that before.

  “I…”

  “No more words. Just relax and try to enjoy it. Please.” He teased his fingers through the soft curls that decorated her mound, not quite touching the hidden vee or the small bud hidden within.

  Heat claimed her labia, the need to spread her legs, to tempt him to delve between her thighs was almost too much to bear as he closed his lips about one nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth. She groaned; her fingers tightened on the covers beneath her body.

  “Please,” she murmured, lifting her hips upwards from the bed. Even if he wanted to take things slowly between them, her body already burned with the need to be touched fully, to know his body in intimate detail. “Don’t make me wait. Please.”

  “A little longer.”

  Why, why did she have to wait at all?

  His tongue twirled about the captured nipple. His fingers teased between her lower li
ps, parting them until he could tap lightly against the hidden nub of sensitive flesh. Each light, swift caress rippled through her core, jerking her hips upwards until she tried to press fully onto his teasing finger.

  Her thighs tensed, heels pressed against the bed.

  “Do you want more?” His breath, hot and hungry, rolled over her breast.

  “Yes!”

  “And what do you want, exactly?”

  “God, you know. I want you!” Sue whimpered. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “You want me to fuck you.”

  Wicked words, they should have shamed her, but he whispered them so softly, sensually, with a gentle lick of his tongue against her eager flesh that all she could do was whimper her desire. He didn’t stop, the soft tap of that single fingertip against her clit continued as he spoke. She couldn’t shut it out, the pressure, the waves of hunger, need, delight -- they all rolled into one only to bubble out into a solitary word.

  “Yes.”

  He shifted along the bed, lifting up onto his hands as he looked down at her. He smiled; no hint of cruelty or coldness touched his gaze. His eyes were soft, almost gentle as he eased between her thighs.

  Sue shivered at the touch of his thick, eager cock against her inner thigh. Was this what she had been waiting for?

  “You can back out. Any time you want.”

  “I don’t want to,” she growled, locking her heels behind his ass as she reached out for him. “Make love to me, please.”

  He thrust into her tight confines with a cry of sheer delight. One she echoed as her inner walls clenched around his erection, lifting her hips to meet that single, filling movement. She groaned, reaching up until she tangled her fingers into his hair and dragged him down to meet her in a deep kiss.

  He rolled his hips, stroking her core, teasing her inner walls into life as she clung to him, searching his mouth with her tongue. Each breath she exhaled, he shared. He groaned against her lips and pulled away from the kiss as he gulped for air.

  His chest hairs tickled against her breasts.

  Her fingers tightened in his hair, but this time she didn’t pull him back down for a fresh kiss. Thought no longer answered her call, she reacted to him, rocked with him, matched each thrust will a deep hip roll as her body tightened again and again on his thick, pulsing cock.

  Pressure. She couldn’t deny it any longer. A heat that came in wave after delicious, near-painful wave, through her body, only to add to the weight. Her inner walls felt it too and tried to clench on his cock until she could have sworn she was trying to push him out. Yet all she wanted was to keep him within her body, until the very end of time if she could just find a way to manage it.

  Her vulva rippled once more on his thick erection. Pain, pleasure, pressure, and fear all rolled into one all consuming crescendo of sensation.

  “Need to come,” she gasped, her thighs locking about his hips.

  “Come for me, Sue, please come.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. “Come with me! I’m begging you.”

  That’s all she needed to hear. Her back arched from the bed, her heels pressed against the bedding, she rolled with him, bucked as her breath came in short, sharp gulps for air. She couldn’t see. Passion blinded her vision, claiming it until all she could do was give in to it.

  Slick heat covered her inner thighs.

  His lips parted an inch above hers yet he didn’t move.

  She screamed, the pressure too much to bear yet she had no choice, even as it rippled free about his cock, binding them, shattering them, destroying and recreating them in one ear-piercing scream they both gave life to.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alan smiled and held the sleeping woman close. They’d all but collapsed after their shared release and now she snuggled against him and slept peacefully.

  Would it be best if he let her sleep through the night?

  That part he couldn’t be sure about. They both had work the following morning, and she didn’t have any clean clothes here. He’d have to either wake her up shortly, or risk disturbing her by reaching out for the alarm clock and setting that for an early jolt first thing in the morning.

  He didn’t have to make the decision immediately though.

  Tomorrow there would be enough to worry about. The blogger ring, the men and women behind the leaks, not to mention the Bill that had caused so much trouble for Sue. It didn’t matter that she had apparently been able to deal the man a hell of a blow, he didn’t like the idea of anyone picking on her like that.

  It just wasn’t the type of situation he was willing to let her struggle through alone.

  He frowned slightly at the thoughts running through his head. How could he be thinking that way? This was one day, one dinner, and a turn in the sack, yet he felt something towards her that was closer to…possession?

  No, not that, not quite. Something deeper, more important and potentially far more dangerous.

  Alan closed his eyes and rested back against the pillows. Comfortable, odd that. He’d never slept with someone through the night, or even for a couple of hours. Strange how at peace he felt holding her like this.

  He replayed their night in the back of his mind, every delicious detail. She’d taken control, then stepped back, nervous and uncertain of herself. Had she never taken that role before?

  What if he showed her how?

  Hope flickered into being.

  If she wanted this, needed it the way he did, then he could show her what she would have to learn. It was taking a huge risk, but she was worth it.

  * * * * *

  Alan blinked and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. Something leaned against him. No, not something. Someone. A warm, soft someone who cuddled against him.

  Sue.

  Good, she was still here.

  Shit, I fell asleep. God. What time is it?

  He tried to wriggle away from Sue enough so he could take a look at the clock. Two. Damnit, no matter how much he wanted to spend the rest of the night with her, she didn’t have any clothes here.

  “Sue.” He whispered against the side of her neck. “Sue, wake up love.”

  She mumbled and cuddled in a little further. The last thing he wanted to do was wake her up, but he was running out of options.

  “Sue, you have to wake up, we’ve got to get you home.”

  She shook her head a little and blinked. Long strands of hair caught in her eyelashes for a moment before she brushed them aside. “What?”

  “Sue, I’m sorry, but it’s gone two.”

  “Shit.” She sat up quickly, reaching for the sheets to pull them about her breasts.

  “Please, don’t hide from me.” He caught the edge of the sheet but didn’t pull it down. Even in the darkness he could see her, the outline of her face and the deep shadows across her skin caressing her every move.

  “I’m just embarrassed. I had no plans for this to happen between us. For the night to end up this way.”

  His heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

  “Oh, you’re regretting what happened tonight. I’m sorry…”

  Wonderful. He’d finally found a woman he could enjoy the time with and she wasn’t happy with him.

  “No, it’s not that. I just don’t want you thinking that I’m the sort of woman that jumps into bed with any man that comes along. I’m just not like that.” She rolled out of bed, taking the sheet with her. “I’m not a slut.”

  “I never implied you were, Sue.”

  “What else could you be thinking about me after the way I acted? I can’t even say it was the drink, I only had the one glass of wine -- no, two, there was that second one with the meal.” She looked around the room. “Shit, my clothes are -- oh God, my stockings are ruined.”

  “I’ll buy you some new ones.” He slipped out of bed and reached for his robe. This was not how he had planned on the night ending. He had to do something to smooth things over for her. Damnit, the last thing he thought her to be was a slut. She wa
s a good woman, strong, beautiful, courageous, and everything he had ever wanted in a woman.

  “No, you don’t need to do that.”

  “But I want to, Sue. Just as I want to see you again. I’ll get your clothes for you.” He fastened the robe about his waist and turned back to look at her. “Sue, are you crying?”

  “Please, I just want to go home.” She stood there, in the middle of his bedroom, shaking violently. The sheet wrapped about her body, her fingers clutching it tightly. “I think I should get home, Barb will be worried about me and -- and I don’t want to be a bother to you. I can call a cab.”

  Hell, what had they done to her? The men she had been with, the ones in her life prior to tonight, had they treated her like a piece of dirt? A body to fuck then walk out on?

  “I’m not like them, I told you that last night. I won’t just walk out on you, Sue.” He walked back into the main room and picked up her clothing. “I’ll take you home, but I want to see you again. After work. Somewhere for coffee, or where you feel safe. But I do want to see you again, more than tonight, more than just one brush-off or after-date meet up. I want to see you as often as you feel comfortable. And if we don’t have sex again for weeks, even months, I’ll accept that. Shit, if you never feel comfortable having sex with me again I’ll understand and agree. I won’t like it but I’ll not push you.”

  Right, I won’t push -- much. I’m human, for pity’s sake.

  She looked so vulnerable standing there. “I want to believe you.”

  “Then at least give me a chance. I didn’t hurt you tonight, did I?” He handed off the clothes back to Sue and turned his back to give her a little privacy. “In fact, I’m pretty sure that I went out of my way to give you control.”

  “I know. I guess I’m just a little worried.”

  He smiled at the sound of the sheet being dropped to the floor. “Well, I’m guessing that more than a few dates have turned a little sour.”

  “Too many to count.”

  “Yet, you trusted me last night.”

  “Maybe that was a mistake.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t.” He didn’t turn around, not even when he heard her zipping the dress back up. “There’s only one way to find out. Besides, we do need to see each other again, even if it’s only to find the ones behind that blogger ring. I don’t think you want to let them get away with it.”