by Isabel James
He stepped into her and just like that, poof, the pep talk flew away on the cold breeze.
Stone dragged out his next words for maximum impact. “I—am—not—done. Not by a long shot.” His eyes roamed over her face, touched on her heaving breasts to settle on her naked pussy. “There are many, many places I still need to explore on this delectable body of yours.”
Avery’s mouth opened to protest, but it ended in flailing arms grasping his neck when he upended her to pick her up in his arms.
“Put me down, right this instance,” she demanded.
“If you said that like you actually meant it, and not with a sexy little catch of breath in your voice, I might have. But now, my sweet little chef, you’ve sealed your fate for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Four
Avery had lost all desire to fight Stone by the time he lowered her onto his oversized bed. The room was dimly lit by the lamp on the bedside table, encasing them in a glow of soft seduction.
Stone followed her down and settled between her legs, resting his weight on his forearms. The intensity of his gaze unsettled her. She had the feeling he was searching her soul, looking for answers she didn’t want to know the questions for.
“Tell me this is what you want, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear recriminations and accusations in the morning.”
“I . . . want this but I can’t stay.”
“You will because you’ve awakened something inside me that’s not going to be satisfied with one romp between the sheets. It’s going to take at least the balance of tonight to feed the hunger I have for you.”
Avery cringed at the familiar words. Bitterly wondering if he said it to all the women he took to bed.
“I see that brain of yours kicking into overdrive, so out with it. What’s bothering you?”
Avery opened her mouth to voice her thoughts and shut it just as quickly. How would she explain any knowledge of his habits?
“The fact that you’ve suddenly become all talk and no play,” she said in a voice that had turned husky.
The slow grin that splayed around his lips warned her that she’d unleashed the demon inside him. The one driving his urges and desires to keep her with him all night long.
He sat back, removed her boots and wrestled her torn jeans from her legs. His hands moved in circles over her knees and thighs before spreading her legs wide with a hard yank.
Avery was enchanted by the look of concentration on his face as he stared at her displayed to him like an open book. He reached out and began brushing his hand up and down her soft pussy lips, dipping a finger inside and twirled it slowly before he pulled it out to lick the film of their recent encounter from the digit. His eyes scorched hers, leaving her with a yearning to feel his tongue swirl inside her like he did with his finger.
“We taste delicious combined, sweetie. Want a taste?” Two fingers parted her labia and slid easily inside her. He began to pump and twist his hand searching for the spongy flesh on the forward wall of her vagina. Avery whimpered from the intense shocks of exhilaration that shuddered through her body.
Stone watched her squirm and writhe under the manipulation of his hand. He was consumed with lust which increased with every guttural moan she emitted. With a studied look on his face, he pulled his fingers from her swollen folds and placed them against her lips.
“Open up baby; taste us.”
He smiled as her lips opened without further provocation. She opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers, licking clean the syrupy juices that coated them.
“Do you know how sexy you look? Splayed open and naked from the waist down but covered like a snowman further up.”
Avery didn’t want to talk, she didn’t want her mind to wander. All she wanted was the heat, the intensity of his hot, searing gaze into hers when he fucked her.
She reached for him and pulled his jacket off over his shoulders. His eyelids arched higher but he allowed her crazed movements as she ripped open the buttons of his shirt. Avery paused briefly to run her hands over his pecs and corrugated abs before finishing the task of wrestling his shirt to the floor.
“I need you naked, Stone,” she ordered in a carnal demand.
His gaze darkened as he recognized the fevered desperation in her eyes. She was on the brink without any seduction other than the memory of what had happened outside.
“Ah, little chef, you are the hottest present I’ve ever unwrapped on Christmas Eve,” he intoned in a drawl. He got off the bed and with minimal effort removed the rest of his clothes.
“No, I’ll undress you,” he ordered when Avery sat up to follow suit. Her hands fell to her lap and she belatedly realized her legs were still spread open. She pulled her knees closed.
“Did I give you permission to hide your pussy from me? Open those legs. You better get used to that position, sweetheart. Your legs aren’t going to close for hours to come.”
Avery swallowed at the sudden dryness in her mouth when a warning flashed in her mind.
What the devil are you doing, Avery? Didn’t you learn your lesson once before with this man?
His warm breath against her ear forced her thoughts back to the present.
“Where are you, little chef? I don’t like my lovers to disappear in a dream world of their own. I demand your attention remain on me at all times. Is that understood?” he warned close to her ear.
“Yes,” she conceded, shivering as he slowly dragged her bra from her arms, his eyes glued to her breasts that jiggled in reaction.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. His eyes travelled over her in a slow, heated caress, from the top of her head to her toes and back.
Her body was beautifully proportioned with the right balance of curves and leanness. Her breasts were bountiful, not too large but plump enough to fill his hands. He could not resist leaning forward to lick the coral colored areolae which caused her nipples to tighten into little stones.
Her breath caught in one of those sensual little gasps that tugged at his loins and filled his cock with a hot surge.
“I love that little throaty gasp of yours.”
He pushed her onto her back and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the underside of her knee.
Avery tried to avert her tattered mind from further unraveling as Stone’s wet mouth trailed a slow, tantalizing path from her knee to the shallow of her hip.
“Ah baby, you smell like heaven.”
The puff of heated breath was the only warning she got before he flicked his tongue in playful jabs around her clit.
“Geez,” Avery exhaled, electrified by each teasing flick of his tongue that tangled her mind into a knot.
“I’ve been waiting for a taste of you since I saw your inviting ass wiggling at me,” he chuckled at her smothered moan. “Yes, sweetheart,” he spoke in a deep grunt. “All of you.”
His lips closed around her pulsing, swollen nub while he gently prodded it with the tip of his tongue. Avery’s hips orbited against his mouth. She waited, holding her breath. He didn’t disappoint. In a gesture of revered enchantment, Stone grasped her thighs and paid homage to her taut succulent nub with a sucking bite.
Avery writhed and moaned as he feasted on her. She jerked against his seeking mouth, whip-lashing her head about, gasping jagged breaths while he languidly ate her pussy. Her body was afloat in a bed of lava, quivering and trembling in a display of pre-orgasmic muscle spasms, warning Stone that she was on the verge of exploding under his ministrations.
He was amazed that her body reacted so quickly and without any reservations to his touch.
Avery moaned when his lips moved away. Her back arched in response when his stiffened tongue pushed between the opening of her swollen labia. His moan echoed hers as he began to lick and suck the honeyed elixir that seeped from her silky slit. He burrowed and lashed his tongue in an act of wolfish stupor as he became inebriated and lost in her offerings. He released a carnal growl that told her of a primeval rapture within him.
Oh lor
d, it feels good.
Avery had forgotten what it felt like to have someone lap at her most intimate parts with such relish. It humbled her that he enjoyed her taste so much.
She jerked as he kissed a trail over the curve of her ass cheeks while teasing her clitoris with his fingers. Her breath caught. Just what Stone had been waiting for and he slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy. Avery cried out when the kisses turned to sharp nips on her ass.
“I’m on fire, Stone,” she puffed softly.
Her legs moved restlessly on the bed, scissoring in a desperate search for more. An orgasm, cajoled mischievously to the edge, pirouetted tantalizingly out of reach as Stone flicked and parried with his tongue.
Avery pushed herself into his face and jagged and twitched when he pinged her sweet spot.
Stone looked up, immersed in the desperation etched in a torturous grimace on her face.
She floundered in helpless surrender to the untamed sensations that divulged their potency over her in the rosy hue that radiated upon her skin. Just as the salacious fervency of a climax was about to devour her, his fingers and lips disappeared.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you humble me with your responses. I’ve never . . .” His voice trailed off as another similar experience tickled at his memory. Stone sensed that there had been another time in another place with this woman. His mind raced as he fought for any clue to answering when and where.
Fuck, I couldn’t have ever forgotten this face. Her body and her reactions are all so fucking familiar. I feel as though I’ve claimed them as mine before. Why can’t I remember?
Avery was too aroused to notice his reaction. Her fevered gaze met his. He froze as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place. A black silk mask covering half of her face, the same luxurious tumble of red tresses on a white pillow.
That same desperation that glimmered in her eyes couldn’t be duplicated. He remembered then and he’d be damned if he allowed her to run from him again.
Stone put his memory to the test by running his hands over her chest, her ass, thighs, nipples and pussy. Her head arched into the pillow as he stroked his thumb over her clit while pinching her nipples at the same time. The sob of elation verified his belief once more as he watched the sensations he was creating explode in an array of quivers that shook her body.
Avery was lost in the moment as her brain scrambled to decipher the messages of sublime intensity that kept firing at her circuits.
“What’s your name, little chef?” Stone breathed against her lips.
“Avery,” she gasped on a lost breath.
Stone watched her eyes darken as he rolled a condom onto his hard cock. He was surprised that his hands shook when he tangled his fingers with hers above her head. A reaction to the sensations that surged through his brain as he pushed his bulbous knob inside her silky sheath.
His eyes bore into hers, keeping their gazes locked as he searched for that familiar incandescent flash in her golden colored eyes. He held her gaze prisoner as he pushed deeper, until he was hilt-deep inside her. She didn’t disappoint; her eyes flared and the ardor glimmered like diamond dust in their depths. For a moment he remained still to treasure the heat and tightness surrounding his hard shaft. Her heartbeat pulsed erratically in the softness of the folds that wrapped around his length.
“Is this what you wanted, Avery?”
“Yes!” Her voice pitched higher as he rolled his hips against hers, rubbing his lower abdomen across her clit.
With short, tight thrusts, he began to plunge into her, watching her, exulting at the acceleration of her breath with every movement. He anchored her hips, guiding her with his hands to accede to his sweltering marauding of her softness.
Avery wrapped her legs around his waist, thrashing wildly against him. She needed him to go faster, deeper, and harder.
Stone refused to be rushed and held off, in part to catch his breath. He could feel the slither of sweat trickle down his back. He thrust harder, tilted her hips higher and pounded into her, growling as a hoarse cry crawled to the surface from deep within her.
“I knew it was there, sweetheart and I found it again. Now, let’s make you fly,” he promised with a wicked smile the moment he found her sweet spot.
He became relentless, mercilessly plunging faster, forcefully grazing his cock over the swollen ganglia deep inside her.
Avery moaned, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he looked down to where his cock was driving into hers. His face became flushed as he pulled back almost to the tip.
“Fuck, this is still the best movie clip I have ever seen,’ he murmured as he watched his cock being swallowed by her tight pussy. His body shuddered with pleasure and for the first time in over a year he felt strangely complete. Like he’d come home.
Avery could sense that he was prolonging the inevitable; a tantric longing almost to recapture lost time, which she found strange as he didn’t know who she was.
“Ready, sweetheart?” He prodded in a hoarse voice as he pinched her clit expertly―and hard.
Without warning, the tense coil inside her snapped. Her scream split asunder the silence in the room as her climax overpowered her. Waves of exquisite pleasure washed over her. She felt flung headlong into the midst of a tsunami as she struggled to survive the turbulent storm with the shudders that wracked her body.
Stone lost all sense of control and pillaged her softness. His body jerked in uncontrolled angry thrusts. He lost all panache in the final torrents to find his release. With fierce jabs, he erupted violently inside her, roaring out a primal grunt.
Avery was frighteningly aware that not once had she thought about the consequences of her spontaneous action. Like before, this man completely consumed her mind and her senses, loosening the tight screws that had held her heart locked in place for the past year.
Chapter Five
Hypnagogia occurs at the threshold of consciousness. Whether you’re escaping into sleep or it is brought on by your screaming alarm clock, it happens. It’s where your lucid dreams arise form. Hypnagogia is the bridge from bodily control to your brain’s freedom. It’s the last few moments of an exciting dream, your borderland state, the predormitum process. It’s where your body feels awake, but your mind is a continuous wanderer, scaling the hollow valleys and soaring to the summits of your imagination.
It was Avery’s favorite place where she could feel relaxed but think at the same time. It was where the epiphanies were born and the hard decisions were made. She preferred to leave the carousel of erratic ideas of the flat, steady land of waking life. She could work out a problem quicker in that state than when awake. There, everything was clear and simple. No one to pull the wool over her eyes or smother her with human interaction, or influence her thoughts and steal away her freedom. She was the one in control over her mind in that abridged hour of utopia.
She had needed it after the past six hours of unbridled passion in Stone Jenning’s arms. Her eyelids fluttered. She blinked a couple of times and forced them open. Her body was warm, relaxed in a cocoon of human heat.
Stone’s hard body was wrapped around her, cuddling her against his chest. His leg rested heavy between hers with one hand covering her breast. She inhaled deeply and cursed when she realized she synchronized her own breathing with his that fell softly in her face. Her heart flipped over.
God, what have I done?
Her thoughts were in a scramble, the past hour spent considering a way to escape, forgotten in the way he cherished her against him.
I have to get away. Before he wakes up.
The thought spurred her to action and she gently pushed his leg off and tried to shuffle out of his arms. He groaned. Avery froze and squeezed her eyes closed, forcing her breath into a deep, easy rhythm.
Stone turned onto his back, his one hand reached out to rest on her belly, his fingers massaging her soft skin gently. She held her breath, cursing as the unconscious caress caused a libidinous reaction in her loins.
G
ood lord, Avery. Get a grip. He’d just fucked you silly. Enough already!
She waited until the hypnotic strokes stopped and his breathing slowed into a deep lull. It took breathless moments to move away from him and lower his hand to the bed. She sat up, watching him sleep.
His broad shoulders tapered into narrow hips, which were halfway covered by the sheet. From memory when he walked to the bathroom earlier, she knew his buns were toned, as were his thighs. He was muscular, but not bulky; a lean, contoured form that belied the strength underneath. His muscled chest and washboard abs drew her eyes. She drooled at the alluring V low on his hips, knowing what was hidden further down.
Gawd, this man knew how to use his entire body during sex.
His attractiveness was unmistakable even in repose. His chiseled jawline was hidden beneath a scruffy, but neatly trimmed beard, which gave him a roguish look. Her fingers itched to bury themselves in his dark blonde hair; thick and lustrous with a tousled look. Her eyes settled on his full lips, not surprised at the flutter in her stomach when she remembered just where his mouth had been buried not too long ago.
The realization she arrived at while observing him with the children the previous day, that she’d been wrong about him, had been a hard pill to swallow. How could she have been so wrong in her assessment of the man inside the gorgeous body? Why had she missed the caring nature of a man who had more than enough love in his heart to share? Who, from the way he’d treated the children, was a natural born father.
She sighed heavily. It was true what they said about regrets. They always came too late. In her case, it had an added dose of guilt that was riding her back hollow as she gazed at him.
I have to get away from here. From him, before I make a total fool of myself.
She tiptoed around the room to gather her clothes. With a final glance toward the bed, filled with longing, she walked out of the room. She was surprised how much she trembled when she began to dress in one of the adjacent bedrooms. Avery quickly abandoned the attempt to wrestle into her torn jeans. She found a large towel in the bathroom that she wrapped around her waist and silently made her way downstairs in the quiet house. Her keys were where Stone had thrown them on the table in the entrance hall when he’d carried her upstairs. She trotted on wobbly legs toward her car that stood forlorn on the vast side lawn in the dimness of the rising dawn.
