by Doreen Alsen
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pelvis rising to meet him, her inner muscles clamping along him, trying to take him deeper to that sweet spot high inside her. His big, warm hands gripped her bottom and angled her, impaling himself in deeper.
He moved in long, slow glides, each one stretching her and reaching further inside. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered as she moved to take more of him, all of him, in. “You feel so good, baby.” He thrust inside her, pushing until he was all the way in. “So good.”
He slid back and forth inside her and again the exquisite pleasure/pain of orgasm built one on top of the other, stealing her sanity. She raced toward the final plateau, hovered there on the cliff, when wild waves of pleasure rolled over her in spasms, each one more powerful than the previous one, and she flew.
“Oh, God, yes. Now.” Dave gritted out, his head back, every muscle pulled taut as he pushed deep into her, touching all the way to her womb. He came in great, scalding eruptions, filling her with heat, pulling her tight against him. With one last powerful thrust, he shuddered and jetted into her a final time as she clasped him deep within her body, holding him as tightly as she could.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Penny for your thoughts,” Dave murmured as he pulled Ainslie into his embrace.
She didn’t think she had any coherent thoughts to share. Dave had befuddled her so well, she might never, ever think any thing again that didn’t revolve around how good he made her feel. “Mm.”
He chuckled and the warm sound enveloped her. He kissed her, and the hair on her head tingled where his lips caressed.
Dave had been so thorough in finding all her sweet spots, she didn’t think she’d have any tingles left over. He was proving her wrong, his warm hands and mouth coaxing sublime aftershocks from her love-sensitive skin.
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft.” He slid his skillful hands down along her torso and rested it on her hysterectomy scars. “What happened here?”
She closed her eyes as a pang of apprehension rushed through her. Those scars reminded her constantly that she wasn’t a beauty queen anymore.
That she might be all used up.
That she couldn’t have children ever again.
They reminded her that she was old.
“There’s nothing you can’t tell me, love.” Dave placed a light kiss on each of her eyelids.
Then, kissing her fingers, looking at her like he was studying her. “I do love you, and I want you to know how I feel. And, just so you know, I’ve never said those words to anyone ever before. It’s enough that I know, for the time being. I can wait until you figure it all out. You’re safe with me. So,” he whispered, “tell me.”
Ainslie’s breath caught as Dave slid his mouth down her body, until he reached her scars. His feelings in his eyes, he lifted his gaze to her face.
She trembled like rose petals tossed in the breeze. Did she trust him, or not? With a sigh, she took the leap. “There were complications with Patsy’s birth. I needed to deliver by C-section and after that, things were still dicey, and I had to have a hysterectomy.” She looked him straight in the eyes. “I know you want to have children. I can’t give you any, so maybe you should reconsider those I-love-yous and look for someone who can.” Her heart beat like a kettledrum. “Give you children, that is.”
He became very still, very silent. Without a word, he pressed his lips to each and every scar. “I don’t need children from my body. I need you.” He kissed the white lines crossing her belly again. “You and your children.”
That was apparently that. He moved further down, down to the most feminine part of her, alternating kisses with little tantalizing nips. Parting her gently, he laid waste to what was left of her sanity, kissing and suckling on her clit.
Again. The man had no mercy.
Giving herself totally over to him, she moaned, the sound coming from deep inside her. She fisted her hands in the soft sheets beneath her, unable to believe she could do this again. Wave after wave built up, one on top of the other, crashing until she keened wildly. Panting hard, she shattered into his mouth one more time.
****
Like he had a map, he found and chased every pulse, every squeeze, every spasm with his tongue. Watching her face as he feasted on her, he relished every moan, every sigh she made.
The taste of her made him want her in ways she couldn’t even imagine. He kept his extreme desires leashed, since he didn’t want to scare her. It would kill him if he hurt her.
She didn’t realize the power she had over him. He’d have to show her.
His hands cruised back up that amazing skin of hers to mold around her breasts, shaping them, gently abrading her rosy, pink nipples until they looked like raspberries crowning her breasts. “God, you’re gorgeous. So responsive,” he praised, “so sweet.” He lightly nipped the nearest raspberry peak with his teeth, then laved his tongue in circles around it.
“Oh, my Lord.” She threaded her fingers in his hair as he did the same thing to the other sweet peak. “Please!”
Anything. He’d give her anything she asked for. Every thing her heart desired.
She wiggled out from under him, pushed him onto his back and stared at him, her pupils dilated so much that hardly any brown was left. Her small hands reached between their bodies to touch his penis. He didn’t think he could get hard again so soon after, but hey! He was game. So he put a hand on top of hers and moved it, showing her how he liked to be touched.
“That feels amazing,” he chuffed a hoarse breath.
“Hm. What about this?” She moved her hand so she could reach more of him. She swept her thumb around the head and spread the moisture gathering there.
He growled. “You know I like that.”
She laughed, the sound deep and rich, sweet music to his ears. “Just making sure.” Without warning, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the top of his erection as her hands fluttered along the length of it. She hummed as she moved.
Oh, God, baby! More, please.
It was his turn to thread his hands in her hair and hang on for dear life as she moved her mouth and tongue along and around him. He tried to hold still. His muscles ached with the longing to move in and out of that hot, sweet mouth.
Unsuccessful against her tender assault, he felt himself grow and swell, stretching her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat.
Too much! For both of them. He put a finger under her chin to stop her. She released his cock with a soft pop and licked him as he pulled out. Her tongue darted around her lips like she was trying to save the taste of him.
Feeling like a caveman, he flipped her and used his knees to part her, so he could take her again. “Condom,” he grunted as he pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and snugged his hard-on between her thighs.
“We don’t need one.” Ainslie panted, then lifted her hips, inviting him in.
He leaned forward and put his weight on his arms and drove himself all the way into her. “Sorry ’bout this,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. Hard and heavy, a little rough, he couldn’t manage any finesse.
He frantically moved within her warm, soft heat, driven by the sounds of pleasure she made. Her muscles squeezed him, goading him on.
Without warning, she came apart in shattering waves, clenching his cock until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh, yeah, me too.” He drove his way home one last time and shuddered uncontrollably as he jetted into her, long, pulsing explosions that went on forever.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ainslie sighed, snuggled back and spooned against him. She fell asleep while she cuddled in the safety of Dave’s strong arms.
She woke with a smile on her face, and stretched, feeling like a well-fed cat napping in a sunbeam. She reached behind her to touch the reason for the way her body hummed, but found she was alone in the bed. “Dave?”
He leaned against the bathroom doorjamb, the devil’s own grin on his face.
“How do you feel?”
“Like a very satisfied woman.” She stretched, gratified to see his gaze follow her every move. Her ears pricked up. “Is there water running in the bathroom?”
A long, slow smile stretched across his face. “I’m running you a bath.”
“A bath?”
“Yeah, a bath. Don’t tell me you don’t like long hot bubble baths?” He chuckled. “You’d be the first woman I’ve met who didn’t.”
“Other women?”
He grin turned playful. “My sisters.” He crossed his heart. “They’d spend hours hogging the bathroom.”
“Just your sisters?”
“Yep.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“You’re the suspicious type.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Ainslie laughed. The sound just bubbled out of her. She felt ridiculously happy. Free.
He cleared his throat. “I love to see you laugh.”
“Dave.”
“Actually, I love everything about you.” He glanced behind him. “I need to check the tub.”
She ran her hands through her hair, imagining what a terrible mess it looked like. Glancing out of the lace curtains of the window, she realized that it was now nearly dark, and checked her watch. She should have been home hours ago.
Much as she wanted to stay, Ainslie didn’t have time for that bath. She tried to stave off the panic attack that fluttered in her stomach while she started looking for her clothes.
“Hey, what’s this?” Dave came back into the room. “What’re you doing?”
“It’s so late. I need to get home.” She found her bra and wrangled herself into it.
“Hey.” He sat on the bed and grabbed her hands and slid her bra back off. Again, goose bumps rose on her skin at his slightest touch. “I’ve got it covered.”
“What?” She shook her head as if to clear it.
“I’m going to your house to watch your children.” He kissed her. “You’re going to stay here and take some much needed Ainslie time.”
Ainslie time? She hadn’t had Ainslie time in so long she forgot what it was. “I can’t stay here and dump my children on you.”
“I kidnapped you, and that means I made arrangements for the children. I’m going to go over and make sure they finish their homework and all that. All you have to do,” he kissed her on the tip of her nose, “is relax.”
“But it’s such an imposition…”
“Don’t you trust me to supervise your kids?”
“Of course I do, but what kind of example does it set for them?”
He took her into his arms. “They don’t know what we’ve been doing here. I told everyone that I was giving you a day at the spa.”
“The spa?” Lord love a duck. “You told them you gave me a spa day?”
“Yep.” He nuzzled her hair, which tickled enough to make her squirm. “Please, let me do this for you.” His eyes looked so earnest.
“What about my car?”
“I’ve made arrangements with Mike. He’s going to bring it by later.”
Her eyes widened. “Mike knows?”
“If I didn’t tell him, do you think Andi and Gina could keep quiet about me abducting you? Those two are better than Perez Hilton when it comes to spreading gossip.” Dave took her hand and kissed each finger tip. “Have I told you how proud I was of you, running that meeting? The ladies were hanging on your every word.”
She felt a blush creep up her neck. “Dear Lord. What they must think of me.”
“Is it so bad if people know about us?” Those beautiful blue eyes of his clouded over.
“No, but I’m really trying to keep my private life just that—private.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “Plus, I have to set a good example for my children.”
“You are an amazing example for your children. No one can fault you a damn thing.” His lips tightened into a straight line and a muscle jumped in his cheek. “If anyone says otherwise, I’ll deal with them. Look, I’m picking up some healthy stuff from Hope’s, so everything is all set. You’re overworked and need a little break.” He demonstrated how little with his thumb and forefinger. “Please. Let me pamper you.”
Dear Lord, the man was her own personal Mephistopheles. “You’re sure Mike’s bringing my car?”
“It’s already here.” He pulled her hand up and pressed his lips on it, in the barest whisper of a kiss. “C’mon now.” He murmured against her lips. “The water’s getting cold.”
Tugging on her hand, Dave pulled Ainslie to her feet. He scooped her up and carried her to the bathtub like she was a princess in a fairy tale.
He softly rubbed his lips against hers, like Prince Charming would kiss Sleeping Beauty, waking her back to life again. Lowering her into the old-fashioned claw-foot tub, he watched her with real intensity. “This time is for you. Consider it a gift. I know single mothers don’t get a lot of pampering.”
He’d lit rose scented candles that flickered playfully with the light. Hot water, again gently scented with roses, twined around her, wrapping her in. One by one each muscle released into the warmth surrounding her. She sighed as she leaned back.
Dave began to massage her shoulders and neck. Pure heaven, she dropped her head forward, like a rag doll’s, to give him better access. “Mm.”
“Like that?” Dave whispered in her ear.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed on a gusty breath. “Soooo good.”
She reveled in the feel of his strong hands running so gently over her upper body, finding nerve endings she forgotten about.
The man had the magic touch.
****
Moving to the other end of the tub so he could massage her feet, Dave marveled at her soft, pliant skin. He started working on her right foot and chuckled when she moaned. “Should I keep going?”
“I’ll kill you if you stop.”
“So bloodthirsty.” He nipped a toe. “I like that in a woman.”
Her eyelids drooped as he pressed on a sensitive spot. “Oooooh. Right there. Ah, ah, yes. Right there. God, that feels good.”
A flare of pride, of ownership flashed through him, that he alone made her feel such pleasure. He had all he could do to not join her in the tub for a lot more pleasure.
But, unfortunately, no. He’d set this time up for her so she could have a quiet evening, indulging herself. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
He didn’t want to leave. But, he’d made a promise. Besides, he really wanted to spend time with her kids, time that didn’t involve him being the principal.
After planting a kiss on each of her perfect little toes, he stood.
“Where’re you going?” Ainslie swiveled her head to see him.
“Right here.” He grabbed a couple bottles of ice-cold mineral water he’d stashed in a cooler earlier. Grabbing a blue tinted goblet, he set them beside her, on a table by the tub. He twisted the top off with a fthwipp-szzzz and poured the fizzing water into the glass. Holding it out for her to grab, he smiled. “Though this is probably one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, I’m going to leave you here now.”
She looked like she wanted to say something, but he stopped her with a finger over her lips. “I want to get to know your children, outside of school.” He kissed her, because she looked too delicious not to. “Give me this chance. Give us this chance.”
Her muscles softened beneath his touch, the tension seeming to melt away in degrees. “You can’t tell them the things you’ve told me today.”
“Please. Like I’m going in there and announcing that I’ve spent the afternoon making love with their mother—that I’m in love with their mother.” He didn’t say the next part about how he was going to be their new daddy. That would come later.
“You promised healthy food, right?”
“The healthiest food on God’s green Earth.” He crossed his heart.
“Well, for you that means nachos with extra beef.”
“Honest, it’s going to tas
te horrible, just like healthy food is supposed to.”
She splashed him. “All the food groups?”
“Red meat, Wonder Bread, greasy fries, and high fructose corn syrup? Check, check, check and check.” He ticked each one off with a finger. “Ooops. Forgot cancer causing preservatives and the six pack of Sam Adams.”
“Not even a six pack of pop.” Ainslie warned, a smile quirking up the left side of her mouth. “Juice or milk. Nothing else.” She pursed her lips. “Well, and water. And the juice has to be the organic stuff I’ve got in the fridge.”
She smiled and Dave felt happiness bloom inside of him. “Yes, ma’am.” He saluted her with a crisp snap of his wrist.
She looked at him, then her mouth twisted into a half-smile. “I won’t be long.”
“I want you to take all the time you want.”
“I won’t be long,” she stated in a voice that brooked no disobedience.
“Then you’ll see I’m a man of my word. You will come home to children eating gruel and doing their homework.”
She slipped a bit under the water and sighed, raising her rosy, flushed breasts slightly out of the water. “The gruel better be watery and really foul tasting.” She grinned. “So it’s just like what I serve up.”
“Your wish is my command.” His gaze took in her face, her body. She looked well loved and relaxed. This wasn’t just a gift for her, it was for him also.
Man, he was so jazzed. His blood hummed and popped through him.
He loved putting that look on her face. He was determined to do it more often.
Like every minute of every day for the rest of his life.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ainslie tried to relax. She really did. She finished her bath, got dressed, and wiped down the tub. She picked up the towels, cleaned off the table where Dave had put the sparkling water, and put the empty bottle and glass in the cooler.
She made the bed.
