“Baby, if you don’t stop…”
She met his gaze brazenly, her panting breath soft against his cheek. “What?”
“You’re killing me.” Some vestige of civility clawed to the forefront. He clamped his hand over hers and pried it off his cock.
Her huge round eyes blinked. “Did I hurt you? Did I…”
“No. I want to …” Words vanished out of his head. His mouth covered hers. He kissed her neck, lifting her t-shirt and then nuzzling into the sweet curves of her breasts. He lifted the cup of one, taking in the beautiful pink nipple against her smooth French vanilla skin. Bending his head, he clamped the piquant little nipple between his lips.
Petal soft and so sweet. He slid his hand down the smooth expanse of her belly and into the band of her yoga pants and the thin layer of her cotton panties. He felt a wisp of sable soft hair then teased his way inside the damp seam, swirling his finger inside the syrupy slickness. His thumb glided around her clit, searching for the spots that made her shiver and moan.
Her plush, juicy sex felt incredible, clutching and releasing with her upper thighs. Head thrown back, eyes closed, she looked even more beautiful.
Need clawed at him, but he was determined to make her come. He was losing his mind; the desire for her was so intense it was almost unpleasant. Almost. He kissed her neck, hearing her sighs and moans, and he could feel she was about to come. He could feel it building in her body, in her trembling sighs, in her flesh squeezing against his hand.
“Oh God,” she cried out as ripples of ecstasy licked and lapped over every nerve.
They rocked together as she rode out the pleasure. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, her breath heaving in his ear. Then with a little hiccupping gasp, she slowly came back to earth in his arms.
She looked completely undone with her flushed cheeks and trembling lips.
Mark pressed his forehead against hers, trying to collect himself. He felt her hands go to his cock again, and this time he didn’t stop her, couldn’t stop her if he wanted to. She buzzed down his zipper then reached into the black cotton boxer briefs.
Her cool fingers wrapped around his thick girth and she began to slowly milk him. Each stroke sent a shudder through him. It was enough to make the air in his lungs turn viscous.
“Can I…?”
“What baby?”
“Can I suck it?”
“If you want to,” he answered, knocked over by the request.
He felt her hot breath against him, then the slick softness of her mouth covering the head of his cock. Holy mother of God. The hot contact was enough to shock him. He fisted her soft hair in his hands. She slowly slid her hand down the long shaft, following her mouth as she sucked and swirled her tongue over the sensitive head.
“Baby… Lauren… stop, I’m about to come.”
Instead of moving away, she speeded up her sensual rhythm, to the point of no return. The climax tore through him, twisting and wrenching pleasure out of every nerve cell as he milked helplessly into her plush mouth.
When the last tremors died away, she flopped down beside him.
“Oh my God, Lauren….” He reached for her hand.
He looked at her face, and was pleased, and rather surprised, that a beatific grin was pasted over her lips. They lay for a moment gathering their wits, their hands entwined.
She turned her head to look at him. “There is something you have to know about me.”
He sat up, glancing down at his still-hard cock. What she did to him. Trying to get his junk back in his pants, he lazily zipped and buttoned up. “I’m all ears.”
“My name is Aimee.” She sat up and sheepishly met his eyes. “Spelled the French way, Aimee. Lauren is my middle name. And my last name is Baxter.”
“Oh.” The world refocused and recalibrated for a moment. Aimee. It sounded sweet.
“And I’ve never been to Idaho.”
“I kind of guessed.”
“I’m sorry I lied. I don’t want there to be any more lies between us. Not now.”
Mark stood then helped Aimee up. Strange, thinking of her with a different name. Aimee did seem to fit her better somehow.
He silently studied her outrageously pretty face for a moment, the glossy thick brown hair that spilled over her shoulders like silk. Her eyes were so earnest, pleading with him, expecting some horrible fate to befall her. He hated that she was ready to get the shit kicked out of her.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were trying to protect your fragile newfound freedom. I get it. Plus, in case it matters, I rather like the name Aimee. It sounds pretty and happy. And you look like an Aimee,” he said, cupping her face. “It suits you. It’s a summery name.”
“You have a poetic side,” she said lightly.
Mark kissed her then gathered her in his arms, enjoying the closeness of her. “Thanks for telling me.”
She gripped him close. “Are you mad? I’m sorry to make it awkward.”
He shrugged. “It isn’t. And I’m not mad. Why would I be mad? You told me repeatedly you were afraid of your ex-boyfriend finding you. It makes sense you’d try to make sure he couldn’t.”
He stood there a moment, enjoying the new honesty between them and the feeling of her body in his arms. He felt like they’d done something worthy of respect and contemplation. After a moment, Aimee pulled back and suggested they return to the ranch.
Mark helped her mount Millie. Once she was settled, he mounted Bess and led her back toward the ranch. Mark led the horses into the paddock and shut the gate. Aimee walked quietly beside him to the front door, and he thought her silence meant she might be upset, regretful. Mark let May outside to relieve herself and sniff around. Aimee stood beside him in front of the house, looking out at the mountains.
He felt grateful to her. He’d been burying himself in a life of nightmares, isolation, indecision. Suddenly he was freed from all that misery. It might just kill him when she left, but he wanted her every minute she was here. He wanted her to be really present, the way she said – with no lies.
May ran over to them and they went back inside.
Aimee hesitated in the entryway. He looked at her then, drilling her with those piercing grey eyes. He was intuitive, like he could read her mind, and she wondered how much she was really capable of hiding from him. Their gazes held and she felt bare, certain he could perceive the desire that still ached in her chest and diffused over her body. But his gaze not predatory, she realized. Not taking. Offering.
He was inside her mind. She could feel him, feel his thoughts, his wild intentions. And he was trying to reach something precious inside her. Her soul.
His face was unfathomably beautiful in that moment, both fierce and gentle.
She felt something shift into alignment. After what happened by the creek, she couldn’t hide anymore. The polite friendliness was gone forever, replaced by the raw undeniable attraction. She wanted to hide, but couldn’t. She was fixed to the spot by the sheer force of his gaze, and a wanting that was so strong that it frightened her.
He gently released her hands, then bent his head to hers. His body pressed against her own, his hands on her face, his sensual lips parting just a hairsbreadth from hers. Nothing could have prepared her for the touch of his lips on hers. She felt it zing all the way to her toes. The taste of his mouth, the scent of his body penetrated her psyche like nothing she had known.
Slowly he coaxed her mouth open, taking her tongue as she melded against him. Mark cradled her jaw with his palm, his thumb caressing her cheek as he deepened the kiss.
Aimee sank against him as if she had no stamina of her own. His arms came around her waist, pulling her right up against the bulge in his pants, which made her head swoon and her inner muscles flex.
She felt actual desire, a monsoon of desire. She felt swept away in the luxury of it. Something twisted open inside her, painful and luminous, and needing to be touched.
Mark dragged hot kisses down her neck, and s
he let her fingers run through the rough silk of his hair. He took her lips again, swallowing Aimee’s little whimpering moans and fisting her hair in his fingers, tilting her head back so he could angle his mouth more firmly over hers.
“God… Aimee.” Mark pulled back, pressing his forehead to hers as his hands cupped her nape. His breath was as ragged as her own. The question gleamed in his mysterious eyes. All she had to do was say yes or no.
She searched his face while his warm breath teased her lips. He was offering her an easy way out. He wouldn’t pressure her for more. She could simply put some space between them, say “Sorry, it was a mistake,” and be on her way.
But she didn’t want the easy way out. Not with Mark. She took in a ragged breath and almost imperceptibly nodded.
Mark led past the darkened living room, up the broad staircase. His bedroom was flooded with the low amber light of dusk.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly shy. His fly was suddenly at her eye-level. Her gaze froze on the huge bulge in the worn jeans and reality lunged through the fuzziness that cocooned her. She had loved sucking him, loved the hugeness, the thickness, the sweetness. And even the power – which surprised her. She felt in control of his pleasure.
She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry.
“Stand up.”
Wordlessly she did as he said. He kissed her lips again, and slid his warm hands slide under her shirt at her waist. Oh heavens. The sensation of being caressed left her aching for hot skin-on-skin contact. He lifted her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She suddenly felt self-conscious, but was soon eased by Mark’s appraising stare. “You are so beautiful. So hot.”
Then, possibly because he understood her self-consciousness and wanted her not to feel like she was doing this alone, he lifted his shirt over his chest then tossed it away, his shoulders and biceps bunching and rippling with the action.
Seeing him without his shirt instantly diverted her from her own self-consciousness. Her imagination had already conjured up fantasies and images of him without clothes, but those images fell woefully short of reality. He was the most beautiful shirtless man she’d ever laid eyes on. Those abs. She’d never seen a man in real life with a six-pack, but he had it.
His hands went to his belt and she watched in fascination and he pulled down the jeans. His black boxer briefs were distended with his erection, and she felt a tremor of anticipation and excitement course through her like an electric volt. Gently she placed her hands at the waist band of the underwear and pulled them down.
His cock filled her line of sight. It was long and very thick, flushed with blood to deep red, with the tip as plump and luscious as a plum.
Gorgeous. So gorgeous. She’d seen only one fully aroused penis before – Seth’s – but she’d never felt so utterly awed by one before.
“Oh God,” she whispered aloud.
Mark stepped closer, taking her in his arms, so the beautiful organ poked hopefully between their bodies. He kissed her again, pulling her close so she could melt into the warm skin. She felt the bra come loose, and let it fall off her shoulders. Mark gently removed it, then cupped her right breast in his hand. Slowly he began to circle the hardened nipple, then bent his head to clasp his mouth over it. The shock of wet heat on the sensitized flesh made her shiver with shrill, piercing ecstasy. But he pulled back, only giving her a taste, which served to ratchet the agony higher.
He gently tugged down her yoga pants and plain white panties and Aimee stepped out.
Mark opened the covers, slid between them, and pulled her against him possessively. His arms were so strong, his body so big and solid, and she felt so protected and wanted and cherished.
His mouth was on hers again, as his hands moved down her belly to the wet, aching cleft where she longed to be touched. She shuddered against him, her whole body a vessel of exquisite pleasure. He rasped kisses against her neck, then nuzzled into her breast, clasping the nipple again between his lips.
The hot, wet contact of his tongue as he licked and sucked made wrenching shivers of pleasure shake her whole body. She arched and writhed against him, unable to tolerate the sharp pleasure coursing through her.
He broke the sweet contact to move lower, caressing her belly with butterfly kisses, and lower still, to settle between her legs.
She tried to scuttle away, but he slid his hands beneath her bottom, lifted her and slid his tongue into the slick flesh.
She cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He draped her leg over his shoulder and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blot out the intense pleasure as her traitorous body surged with pleasure.
Finally, she pushed him away. “Please no,” she gasped.
He stopped and braced himself over her. “You don’t like it?” he asked, his voice low and sweet.
“I don’t…” She didn’t know how to explain it. She was afraid of it. Afraid of the intimacy. Afraid of how vulnerable she felt.
She longed to surrender everything to him – her secrets, her mind, her soul. But some obstinate female part of herself locked those desires away in a box. Self-protection.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling suddenly guilty. She took in an unsteady breath. “I want you but…”
Mark seemed puzzled but undeterred.
He reached across to the bedside table to grab some condoms. He sat back on his heels, and rolled the latex over his magnificent cock. Aimee seized the shaft, fitting the blunt head against herself, sliding the tip against the slippery folds of her labia.
Mark sucked in a harsh breath. The contact was electric, like every individual nerve was being kissed, loved. The slow, slick stroke of flesh against flesh was exquisite.
She lifted her hips, seeking more of him. He let out a heavy sigh, settling between her legs, sliding the broad shaft in deeper.
Finally with a deep groan, he filled her to the hilt.
Aimee cried out, so full of him she couldn’t have uttered a comprehensible word even if she wanted to. He remained still, letting her get used to the fullness, while he pressed kisses against her temple, her cheeks, her neck. The stretch was intense but she had never felt so open, so yielding, so hungry. Delicious pressure was already building.
He rocked, sending jolts of pleasure along sparkling along her nerves. The glow got hotter, sweeter.
She’d never given herself to a man on this emotional level. Not because she was holding back, but because she couldn’t have fathomed that it existed.
Everything he gave to her, she gave back to him. He was right there with her, his gaze locked on her, not letting her steal back into herself. And she didn’t want to slip away. She didn’t want to be out here alone, in this wild, uncharted place.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. Their hips rocked together in a seductive, steady rhythm that brought her to constant peaks and crests of shuddering pleasure.
She writhed, body and soul in explosive movement, as energy rushed between them in ecstatic pulses.
She felt flung into outer space, lost, until Mark’s low, sexy voice brought her back. “Oh sweetheart, why are you crying?” He gently thumbed the tears away.
She shook her head, embarrassed.
“Come on, talk to me.”
She searched his face, remembering her own vow about no lies. “I’ve just never had that kind of reaction. I guess I understand what the big deal is now.”
“Me too,” he replied.
Mark lifted his weight off her but she grabbed at him, holding him to her sweat-sheened body. Her body was still clenching at him, unwilling to let him go. It was nice. He liked it. Which was weird for him. Normally that kind of move from a woman felt suffocating.
Mark buried his face in her hair to hide the devastated expression that must be scrawled there. He sucked in a hungry gasp of her sweet, hot scent.
He hadn’t expected it to get out of control like that. It had taken him completely off guard. That shivering, aching swell of pure
pleasure had been the most intense thing he had ever known. He couldn’t tell if it was emotional or physical. It was both, intertwined.
Something powerful and sinuous still held them together. Amazingly, his cock was still hard, nestled in the melting heat of her body. Gently he pushed his hips against her shaking, luminous body, and Aimee let out a low moan.
He kissed her soft cheek, then found her mouth again. She twined her arms around his neck, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, playing with her, teasing her. When he pulled back he saw her jewel-toned eyes blazing at him with a new softness. She was glowing, all pink and shiny, and he felt a weird sense of pride that he had put that sparkle in her face. She was an amazingly beautiful girl. He could look at her face every day and never tire of it.
He placed kisses her nose, and her forehead, her eyelids. He just wanted to touch her, be inside her, any way he could.
She smiled softly against him. “You’re spoiling me.”
“You deserve it.”
She smiled as his teeth grasped her earlobe. His cock was bursting with readiness again – he wasn’t sure it had ever gone completely soft. Aimee lifted her hips against him, making a cute growly sound in her throat.
She gasped with each hard lunge, jerking her hips, eager for more. She went off with a cry, with that wonderful pulsing clutch at his cock, and he couldn’t hold back. With a great groan, he emptied himself again inside of her, of everything.
Her arms came around him, and she lifted her face to kiss him tenderly. “Thank you.”
If he had any strength, he might have laughed. She completely rocked his world and then thanked him?
She lifted her fingers to gingerly touch his cheeks, smiling up at him with that radiant, beautiful smile that made him want to do anything just to keep her looking at him like that.
He slowly pulled himself out of the warmth of her body and fell to her side. They lay drenched in sweat, their breath audible in the comfortable silence.
As the chilly air in the bedroom cooled their heated bodies, their breathing evened. Mark caught her to him, holding her close. They were bathed in sweat, their arms still around each other, clutching. Her legs wound around his hips.
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