Demanding focus, he unhooked her bra and smoothed her long, dark hair away. Feather in hand, he lay on his side and leaned on one elbow. Starting at her nape, he followed the dip of her spine, traced back to her neck again. Her husky laughter floated through the room. He brushed the edges of her panties and guided it a little lower between her thighs. She let out small moans of pleasure while he stroked the feather along her sides, over her ribs, then swept the delectable peak of her breast. Taking his time, he used it on the thighs, the sensitive skin behind the knee, and over her calves.
She giggled when he reached her feet. “That tickles. Not an erogenous zone for me, Lincoln.”
“No, I just like to hear you laugh.” Every inch of her beckoned him to explore. Licking his lips, cock stiff and eager for attention, he decided he needed a taste of her, something, or else he’d go crazy. He kissed her shoulder, working his way to her back, inch by inch, and she writhed. Grazing her skin with his mouth caused his dick to tingle with desire. Unable to resist, he kissed her lower back.
She breathed his name and rolled over, surprising him. He hadn’t been prepared yet to see her breasts, her dark nipples hard, tempting him beyond reason. Never before had a woman had him experiencing such blind lust...and yet, not so blind. He knew, with every breath he took, why he wanted her so much—she represented the sun in his often-shadowed world.
Giving her a small smile, he brushed the feather around the curves of her face and she sighed and closed her eyes. Down her chest he went, methodical, outlining her breasts, tantalizing the nipples one at a time. She quivered when he continued to the slope of her stomach, around her navel, and gasped when he brushed over her thighs.
“Seriously, Linc. Enough. Come here,” she said in a yearning tone.
Dropping the feather, he rushed to meet her lips. She grasped his face and her kiss became urgent, hungry, her tongue snaking inside his mouth with such erotic ardor, he groaned deep, shaken by the influence of her sensuality.
With a growl, Linc broke away, greedily trailing to capture a nipple with his teeth while his hand sought her panties. She lifted her ass, allowing him to slide the underwear to her knees. While his tongue laved on a turgid nipple, his fingers sought the part of her where he longed to be.
“Yes,” she whispered, gripping his hair, using her foot to glide the panties off.
His middle finger dipped into her soaked, hot pussy. So wet. So delicate. He flicked the tip of his tongue on her nipple then gave it a little suck while circling her clit. She arched and a long, feminine moan escaped.
This, she likes.
He slid a finger in and out, feeling her tightness, how ready she was to make love. Sweat gathered at his temples when he repeated the technique, his raging arousal commanding he see to his own needs.
Damn. His restraint unraveled with every passing moment.
Pure ecstasy showed on her face—a response he’d conjured—and she whipped her head side to side, eyes closed, panting.
He resumed his attention to her breast, tugging harder at her nipple. Her cries grew louder, she covered her mouth, and he took her hand away. Don’t smother that sound. I want to hear every note of it.
With one hand clutching his head to her chest, the other digging nails into the carpet, she spread her legs wide, and bowed her back. “Oh…oh!” She inhaled a sharp breath, and he bit gently on her nipple, watching her climax.
Captivated by the naked woman beside him, he took her hand and kissed it. The firelight and contrasting shadows accentuated the perfect line from her neck to her shoulder, the fullness of the breasts he’d tasted, the feminine hips, and those stop-and-stare legs. How he longed to be between them, inside her. But not yet.
He cleared his throat. “You’re beautiful on any given day, but absolutely stunning when you orgasm.”
She gave a lazy laugh and stared at him with glazed eyes. “Oh? Well, you have magic hands.” She took his free hand and guided it from the valley of her breasts to her belly.
His cock surged, hurting for her, and he swallowed hard, reining in the ravaging desire inside him. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he rasped.
“You should. Just one more thing to…admire about you.” She jerked her gaze away. Sitting up, she put her panties back on. “I’m a little chilly. Can I wear your shirt?”
“Of course,” he murmured, sensing the disconnection.
Sliding into his shirt and fastening a few buttons in the middle, she kept her eyes trained in front of her, not at him. Then she rose and stalked to the bed. Her sudden shift in behavior confused him, but damn, did she look good with his shirt on, even though it swamped her.
She traced her hand along the wooden bedpost. “What do you think of the villa? Madame Eve said to describe my perfect place and she found it.”
Linc hadn’t paid any attention to the villa but, regarding it now, yeah he’d been a little surprised she’d picked it out. “It’s nice. Seems a bit—”
“Froufrou? Is that what you were going to say?”
He chuckled and rose, sensing she’d put her guard up. Maybe what had happened freaked her out. They’d never done anything intimate beyond a kiss and he’d gone well past that.
“You never seemed to be the kind of girl who liked roaring fireplaces, rose petals, and romance.”
She faced him and sank onto the end of the bed, crossing her ankles. With his shirt many times too big for her, it hung loose, and the valley of her breasts beckoned him again.
Take it slow, Linc. You’re not a lust-crazed animal.
Studying him, Brett started to smile and cocked her head. “You wouldn’t know I like flowers and fire and romance. I never told you.”
“I never needed to know. Until now.” He gestured around. “I pictured something different, yes. This whole place seems a little tame for your taste.”
“You thought I’d want to be seduced in a tree house or on a pirate ship or something like that?”
“Yes.” He drew closer. Her eyes slightly widened at his nearness. He paused, and frowned. Did she not want him? “Brett. Are you…having second thoughts?” His heart thudded with dread.
“Er, no…I....” She sucked in a shaky breath. Running a hand through her hair, she shifted her focus to the floor, biting the corner of her lip. “I know this is ridiculous because of how far we’ve already gone, but I still can’t believe you’re here. Plus, we’ve never done this before and, well....” She raised her pretty hazel eyes to his. “It’s a big deal. I’m always nervous when I have sex with someone for the first time, but with you I’m even more so. Most of the time, before the guy and I...go all the way, we’ve made out, been hot and heavy on the couch once or twice. Gotten a feel for one another. With you, it’s like we’re going to skip all that.”
Ah. Made sense. He found her discomfiture kind of adorable. The bold, brave, practically fearless Brett Carver sat before him like a demure little maiden.
She wanted to take things slow?
Understood.
Hands on her waist, he hoisted her higher on the bed. Her legs parted, and he stepped between them. Lincoln wanted nothing more than to lay her back and slide his cock inside her, but he recognized her apprehension. Not more than a half hour had passed since their relationship had taken a serious, physical turn. For so long, she’d had no idea how much he wanted to be with her, in and out of bed, and the change might have overwhelmed her. He, however, embraced it without any struggle. His instincts shouted he and Brett were always meant to be together.
Grasping her thighs, he locked her knees at his hips, shoved his hands under her ass, and lifted her.
She gasped and gripped his shoulders to hang on. “What are you doing?”
Without a word, he carried her to the sofa and sat with her straddling him. As expected, his cock responded to the enticing position, hot with blood, throbbing for release, but he ignored it and gave her the control. He should get a fucking award for denying his cock for so long.
“T
ell me,” he said, voice thick, “how would this go? What would you want your date to do?”
Chapter Three
Dropping her arms, Brett set her hands on her knees, unsure. But Lincoln gave her the power, and she appreciated he would let her go at a pace she chose. She’d already had a preview of the ecstasy she’d continue to experience with how he’d kissed and caressed—even tickled—her into a heart-pounding orgasm on the floor. She shivered thinking of it, but that pleasure had been for her alone. She had yet to explore Linc, and she craved to. Even though he must be desperate to fuck, she wanted to wait, take her time, run her hands over his sublime body, and see what he liked.
Leaning in, she whispered, “I would want him to sit back and relax.”
Linc’s hands tightened on her waist. “Okay.”
She flicked her tongue between his lips and pumped her hips once then again. With his erection hard like iron against her, she moaned at the evidence of his arousal.
Oh my. He didn’t lack in size. When went swimming back home in high school, she’d had an inkling he had a nice package. But of course, she’d never witnessed it erect. Lucky her, but poor Lincoln. Controlled and patient, so ready to be inside her.
Starting at his temples, she raked her fingers through his dark hair and kissed him with erotic promise, encouraging him to part so she could delve her tongue inside. His groan excited her, his hot palms clutching her ribcage. His chest muscles constricted, and her nipples tightened in response, eager for his mouth on them again.
What did Lincoln want? Soft hands? Scraping nails? Tongue on skin? Small licks and bites?
Breaking away, she traced his cheek with her lips, finding his lobe. Grinding on him, undulating her hips, she used the tip of her tongue in his ear then trapped his lobe in a playful move. Another tight groan tore from his throat. He turned his head to give her easier access.
“Brett.” His unsteady breath fanned her shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Mmm. No, not yet.”
She ran her hands over the hard planes of Lincoln’s chest, over his biceps, stopping on his forearms. A body like his could stir crazy girlish daydreams. She rubbed her mouth on his right shoulder and licked the skin. While she made her way up his corded neck, he trembled, inhaling sharply. Her lust fired, she continued to writhe on him. Holy shit, she wanted him. Now. Unbuttoning the shirt, she guided his hands inside to cup her breasts.
Visceral hunger glowing in his eyes, Lincoln gently squeezed and caressed her, growling with need. He traced the pads of his thumbs over the peaks hiding underneath the lace. He licked his lips, and she knew what he yearned for. What she wanted.
Bringing her chest closer, she tugged the lace down and offered her left nipple. Needing no further instruction, Lincoln dove in and captured it. Sharp bolts of electricity shot through her blood and she cried out. He uncovered the other breast and sucked it then nipped at each with equal, carnal attention. He couldn’t seem to get enough of them.
She panted as he sampled her some more. Leaving her breasts tender and aching, he laid his head back with a groan, jutting his hips. “What,” he crooned, “would you want your date to do now?”
She’d want him to screw her good and hard on the sofa, that’s what. Maybe instead of prolonging this foreplay, she should unzip his pants, slide him inside her, and ride him to a blissful end. Show mercy and end this agony. But no, she rather liked this build-up. After all, they had the entire night, and he wasn’t pressuring her into sex, simply making his desires known. Any other man might curse her for toying with him like this—
“Oh!” she yelped as he locked her against him and got up from the sofa.
“If you don’t have any ideas, Brett,” he gruffed. “I do.”
He set her on her back on the bed and pulled her to the edge. Her breath hitched when he stripped off her panties and spread her legs.
Her eyes widened. “Linc, wait—”
“Shhh. Let me.” Skimming a hand down her torso and stomach, he locked his eyes with hers. His fingertips traced over her navel, slowed, and brushed her wet core with feathery lightness.
She cried out, slick and sensitive, frissons of electric heat snapping her nerves to attention.
He knelt and dipped his head between her thighs.
Oh God.
He nuzzled her wet flesh, alternating between sucking and licking her clit. Brett fisted the comforter, her lungs holding her breath hostage.
His hot tongue conjured a wild reaction she had no control over, igniting her, setting her off to explode. He dabbed at her clit, gently sucking it until her heels dug in the mattress and she could take no more. Crying out, every cell in her body vibrating, she braced for the inevitable plunge. Tenderly, he rubbed his mouth on her pussy, giving licks in between, circling her intimately. Faster. Please faster. She was so close to begging him for it, but couldn’t find the words.
Blind, Brett arched at the exquisite vibrations humming up her spine. She lifted her head, panting, watching him tend to her as though she were a delicacy. Lord, he had serious skill.
When he inserted his finger, his mouth still laving at her pussy, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned. Yes. Yes. Lincoln murmured how good she tasted, how much he wanted to hear her orgasm again.
Oh, and he would hear it all right, in about four…three…two….
The crash hit her, striking and resplendent behind her eyes, her scream clawing from her throat so hard it hurt. She collapsed then aftershock set in, paralyzing her while reality returned by degrees. She slowly released the comforter, hazed and boneless. She wanted to get up but couldn’t.
Lincoln kissed the inside of her knee then disappeared in the bathroom. When he didn’t come out after a minute, she rolled on her stomach with a sigh, watching the cracked-open door. Water faucets were turned on for a lengthy period. Guilt set in. Here she’d experienced not one but two mind-shattering orgasms, and Lincoln had yet to receive one.
“Linc?”
He didn’t answer. She sauntered to the bathroom, and found him leaning on the sink, head hanging, hair damp and run-through.
“Lincoln.”
“Hmm?” He turned off the faucet. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you. I only need a minute.”
A minute alone wouldn’t satisfy him, though. Admiring his broad back, and unable to keep from touching him again, she lightly ran her nails along his spine.
He straightened with a slight shiver. “Brett. You’re torturing me—”
“I know.” She pressed a kiss on his back, and met his eyes in the mirror. Snaking her right hand around, she unbuttoned his pants, and eased the zipper free. She rubbed her mouth on his shoulder blade, reveling in his natural male musk and heat, smoothing her palm on the length of him over his underwear.
Noticing a sample of adult goodies in a basket by bathtub, she selected one of the lubes. How convenient. As if Madame knew these would come in handy.
Lincoln hadn’t moved a muscle. Brett pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and rubbed the lubricant on her right palm, getting hot at the thought of making him come.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Will you let me try something?”
“Anything,” he gritted out.
Remaining at his back, she cupped his testicles then rode up his long girth. With measured strokes, she caressed his cock, coating it with the lubricant. His mouth opened on a short groan. The combination of her body heat, the friction of her palm, and the special lube warmed the liquid. His jaw clenched.
Bringing her left hand underneath his arm to his chest, she held him to her, continuing to fondle him. His ass tightened and released while he rocked forward. She circled the head of his penis with her thumb and continued to stroke.
His hand covered hers, directing her to tighten her grip and go faster. He panted, his other hand clamping the sink’s edge.
Brett’s heart pounded. She knew he was get
ting close. His cock became steel in her palm. Breathing raggedly, he trembled, his moans growing louder and rougher. He released his grip, tilted his chin back.
“Brett. Fuck, I’m going to come.” Seconds later, he shuddered and jerked then ejaculated in short, hot spurts.
When he finally relaxed, she stepped back, pleased.
Lincoln let out a sigh of relief then showed an almost sheepish expression. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack and took her hand, wiping it. “That was a first. An unexpected first.”
“You mean none of your women have ever done that to you?”
“My women?”
“Yeah. The three dozen or so I’ve witnessed coming in and out of your life since high school?”
“I think your numbers are off, but yes, I’ve had that done to me, just not in that way. Not by you.”
“I could name them off if you want. My memory is pretty bang on.”
He tossed the rag in the sink. “I know it is. Just like the rest of you. But I don’t want to talk about the past. Especially other women.” He yanked up his pants, tucked his dick back in his underwear, then kissed her. “You’re the only woman I want to talk about,” he murmured then smacked her bottom before leaving the bathroom.
She decided to drop the subject, but allowed her thoughts to wander back.
There had been more flings than real girlfriends for Linc, if Brett wanted to get technical. In fact, he’d had two serious relationships in the past, and the first one had ended because of Brett. Because of a kiss. She frowned. He shared the blame to this day, but it’d been her who’d initiated it.
Their junior year in college. They’d been drinking, and she’d foolishly thought a one-time kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone. A quick peck before she lost him to his girlfriend, Stacy, for good. She’d pulled Lincoln into a dark corner at a mixer and kissed him—to prove to herself she felt nothing more than sister-like love.
The kiss, however innocent it had begun, had transformed into a passionate fusion she’d never expected. Time stood still. Unforeseen desire surged. Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks. He’d tasted like rum and potent male, with his muscular baseball-playing bod against hers. She had been lost in him.
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