Why had he asked her to ski? The answer was obvious enough. He couldn’t help himself. She’d aroused his…curiosity. And he had a very curious mind.
He smiled, diverted by his own reflections. “I wanted to be with you,” he said, the smile lingering in his words.
She tilted her face up, drawing his gaze to hers. Their eyes locked and held. Strong positive vibes and powerful, genuine energy flowed between them.
“I’m glad,” she murmured.
He lowered his head and with his lips he found hers. He sucked on her tongue, drawing it deep into his mouth, teasing it with his own. She dug her nails into his bottom and kneaded his taut cheeks. He groaned at her response, and Stephanie moaned and sank deeper into the couch.
“So am I,” he rasped against her neck. “So am I.”
Chapter Five
As silly as the whole idea sounded, Stephanie had started to believe they’d known each other in another life. It was just that they fit so well—and not merely in bed alone. Although sex with Nick was mind-shattering.
When his hands and mouth were all over her, there was truly little else she could consider but making love with him. She had, nevertheless, discovered they shared a lot of likes and dislikes too. Sex—sigh—skiing, obviously, and even a favorite city—San Francisco. They both loathed reality shows and animal cruelty. And something else they had in common—the desire for a big family. Which, at the rate they were going, wouldn’t be hard to accomplish.
Then there were their similar views on commitment. Nick also believed once a person made a promise they stood by it through thick and thin, good and bad, sickness and health. He believed, as did she, that marriage was for life. Which explained why the handsome, financially independent thirty-something was still single. He’d refused to enter marriage without being absolutely certain the woman he married was “the one”.
He’d also told her he’d been in a couple of serious relationships, but they had both ended a while back. He’d been dating casually ever since, though most of his time was dedicated to working and building a successful career and business.
She hadn’t expected to be drawn into this burning fire fast consuming her, but the more she gave, the more she wanted to offer. She didn’t care about commitment, marriage or future. Not now. Not when he was kissing and caressing her, making her tingle all over, his mouth and lips gathering a fierce need in her he, alone, could satisfy.
She heaved a sigh. It all felt so good, seemed so right, like something out of a dream. Her physical pleasure was only topped by deeper, stronger emotions.
A shudder rocked her body when he latched on to one of her nipples. She cupped his head and let the thrill of his lips on her skin take over.
The two of them moved in front of the fire and she sat on the white shaggy carpet in the V of his legs.
“Who are you?” Nick murmured against her right shoulder.
Good question. She’d wondered too. Was she the seductress or the seduced? She’d had a few inhibitions, but since meeting Nick one after another of those stopping blocks had fallen down, liberating her. The sense of freedom was wonderful.
“Where have you been all my life?”
Her heart flipped. She had wondered if he harbored the same hopes for the future as she did. She now had her answer. God, she wanted to carry on seeing him. So very much.
Was his dick hardening as fast as her pussy was moistening? Moving her hair aside, he slowly kissed her from the base of her neck to her hairline. The heat of his breath, warm and tantalizing, brushing across her sensitive skin, drew a long shudder from her.
“You’ve bewitched me,” he said. Those words sucked the air right out of her lungs.
She gasped for breath. “I have?”
“Completely.” He nibbled her ear.
And just then, she knew why she’d stayed. Why she’d continue to be with him for as long as he would have her. He was the man for her. He was the one.
And she was falling fast and hard for him.
“Everything about you is delightfully arousing and fast becoming addictive,” he muttered, curving his hands around her breasts, quickly provoking a buildup of desire for swift and brazen lovemaking.
She twisted her upper body to face him. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said, nudging his erect cock into her backside.
She instinctively reared against him, seeking further contact.
He chuckled, ignoring her plea, and laid her on her back, continuing the slow, thorough study of her body.
Every inch of skin he touched heated and tingled with unrestrained sensuality. A moan escaped her lips when his hands trailed over her mound. She held her breath when he reached her inner thighs. But he didn’t just take what he wanted as others might have done. He seduced, his mouth rubbing hers in subtle coaxing, getting her ready and willing.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured in approval, trailing his lips down her throat. “So sensitive.”
He licked her breasts before taking a turgid nipple fully into his mouth and thrusting two fingers into her slickness. His thumb found her clit and she jumped.
She moved against his hand, her eyes shut tight, the muscles in her neck straining as her hands speared through his thick hair.
“Nick… Nick!” She needed him inside her.
He lifted his head, his eyes the color of a stormy sea, lips swollen and moist from kissing. She clutched his shoulders, thrusting her hips. He shook his head, denying her a quick release, and moved down her body with perverse slowness as if the hard erection pushing against her did not concern him at all.
He nuzzled her pussy and she quivered uncontrollably, fisting his hair. The tip of his tongue licked her labia and clit and she hummed her approval, pressing her pussy against his lips in an unspoken request for more.
In response, he teased her further, flicking his tongue in a series of fast hard strokes that catapulted her upper body off the floor.
“Lie back,” he said, pressing a hand to the base of her throat. “And close your eyes.”
She obeyed.
Two fingers slid inside her. “Jesus, you’re so wet!”
He couldn’t remember having a woman this passionate before. She was right there with him, enjoying every moment, every stroke, always asking for more. There was nothing artificial about Stephanie. No phony attitudes, no fake performances. She was genuine. She was different.
As for her body? It was a never-ending pool of pleasure.
He was completely and hopelessly infatuated with her.
“Wait. I want you to enjoy this as well,” she murmured, lids half-closed, hair mussed, lips swollen and pink from all the kissing.
He was tempted. She had kissed his cock eagerly last night and had the know-how, but they hadn’t gone the distance and he had yet to find out what it was like to come in her mouth. He was achingly erect, and to slide into her mouth just then was an undeniable invitation.
“You have,” he rasped. His hand closed on her lushly full breast and he eagerly kissed her. “You are.”
The night was still except for the howling of a coyote in the distance and the crackling fire in front of them. Stephanie waited for his decision with a half-smile. No woman ever looked so beautiful to him.
“Start slow. Suck the tip first,” he instructed.
She winked and dropped down. She puckered her lips then closed them over his distended cock. Fuck! Just the heat of her mouth was enough to bring his fully aroused dick to the point of no return.
Breathe. Relax. That’s it. Enjoy.
“Hold it firm by the base. Up and down with your mouth. That’s it. You’ve got it.”
Ah, so good. Her mouth was so warm and welcoming his dick was instantly on fire. It wouldn’t take him long. He cupped her head with one hand and thrust.
Fuck yeah. So deep. So fucking good.
Her round bronzed ass bobbed up and down as her mouth slid from tip to base on his throbbing cock. He wanted to put
his mouth on her too, give her the same kind of pleasure she was so unselfishly lavishing on him.
“Steph, wait.”
She glanced up, eyes dazed, wet lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her hand slowly sliding the extent of his aching shaft, and the urge to thrust fast and deep into her gorgeous mouth almost undid him. He gripped her hair and pulled back.
She frowned.
“Trust me. This will be good.”
He lay down parallel to the fire, beckoning her to lie on top of him. But when she straddled his legs, he nudged her to turn and face away from him. After a brief hesitation, she caught on to his meaning and, smiling, turned around.
Bracing her knees on either side of his head, she positioned herself so her pussy was over his mouth, his cock within reach of her lips. On all fours, she lowered her pelvis and encircled his cock once again with her lips.
Nick gripped her hips and latched on to her bud.
Jesus, she was destroying him with her mouth, licking him as if his dick was a fucking lollipop, massaging his testicles with hands so capable she had him arching and twisting, burying his face deeper in her pussy. And she tasted so good. He wanted to savor her like a wonderful meal. This was just the first course. Dessert would come later. Much later. He could take his time, feast on her his entire life and never tire.
His tongue stroked the sensitive nerves at the entrance of her hot channel and she whimpered against his cock, opening her legs wider, sucking him harder.
Fuck, yeah. Give it to me.
She closed a hand on his balls and stroked.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who was in charge here? Not him. Certainly not him.
His tongue flickered faster over her clit. Her moans and grunts grew in crescendo with his. His orgasm would explode any second now. It was building, gathering momentum in his lower back, rolling down his throbbing dick as she picked up speed. It would burst into a million pleasures. He could hardly wait. But he didn’t want to forget Stephanie or her pleasure.
He slid his tongue inside her, pressing his thumb against her clit. Her mouth stilled on his shaft for an instant then a deep throaty moan followed and she was on her way to nirvana, rocking back and forth against his face.
He followed her over the edge, came apart as she swallowed him whole and rang every drop of cum out of him until he was completely dry and left panting and sated as he’d never been before.
Eons later, she rolled off him and lay on her side for a long time without saying a word, her ragged breathing slowly becoming normal. He moved behind her and cupped her body in the cocoon of his. She breathed so deep her whole body shook. Then she kissed his hand resting on her chest and went to sleep.
Nick didn’t find sleep so easily. The closeness of their union, the marveling at the events of the past twenty-four hours, the strong desire to be with Stephanie every awaking hour—and the others too—filled him with warm, joyful thoughts. She made him feel wonderful. But the feeling went beyond physical. He was sure of it. His emotions didn’t just encompass a sexual merging.
He could see it in her eyes…the total giving of herself, becoming one with him, belonging together. Right from the start, he’d known she was the one. And he hadn’t been wrong.
He tugged her closer, savoring their intimacy, certain this was just the beginning of a long journey together.
* * * * *
Talk about making up for lost time. They were back on the couch in the missionary position, moving in slow, precise harmony. Stephanie had never known such parity of mind and body, such a connection with a man before.
Nick stilled and raised his upper body, staring straight into her eyes. “This can’t end this weekend, Steph. This isn’t just a one-night stand for me. I want to see you again.”
His eyes sparkled with determination, passion and something akin to affection. She weaved her hands through his glossy blond hair and pulled his face down so she could kiss him. His cock pulsed inside her as he pressed deeper.
She hugged him tighter. This was a dream come true. She’d found the man she’d fantasized about and he wanted to carry on seeing her. She was dreaming, but hoped never to wake. Nick was amazing. She’d come to admire him over the past two days for his humor, intellect and his passion for life. Her lust after his body and his expertise as a lover had taken her to levels of pleasure she’d only imagined before. She’d been enraptured time and time again by his amazing, passionate and considerate lovemaking. But their connection went deeper than a physical bond. She didn’t want to rush to conclusions but, yes, he could be her soul mate.
She flushed with pleasure as Nick pumped his hips slowly and just enough to create a nice, warm physical connection inside her swollen sheath—intensified by his passionate gaze.
“I’d like that,” she murmured, melting all around him.
His hips shifted and he changed his angle of penetration. She whimpered with pleasure and raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts as he nudged a place deep inside her.
Oh, yeah! She was going to enjoy dating Nick an awful lot.
Actually, she already was.
Epilogue
One year later
“Check out the eye candy at the bar,” Stephanie whispered in her friend’s ear.
Jen nodded, acknowledging her meaning, and casually scanned the room. Her eyes widened as they landed on the tall, dark and gorgeous man at the bar.
“Is he not yummy with a capital Y?”
“Not bad,” Jen agreed, her hand over her heart. “Not bad at all. He’s talking to Nick. Is he a friend of his?”
Stephanie glanced sideways at her friend, her smile sly, and nodded.
Jen’s lips curled into a smile. “Better and better.”
“Come, I’ll introduce you.”
They made their way to the bar where the two men were chatting over a couple of beers and a bowl of pretzels.
“Hi, Chris,” Stephanie greeted, kissing him on the cheek. “Meet my friend Jen, just arrived from NYC,” she said, sliding into Nick’s welcoming arms. “Mmm, purr, purr.”
Nick chuckled and tightened his arms around her as he kissed her hair.
As Jen and Chris exchanged greetings, engaging straight away in a discussion about flights, Stephanie faced Nick, her pregnant belly bumping his hip.
“Hey, careful with Junior!”
“Nothing to fear,” she said, pressing to his side. “He’s as tough as his dad.”
Nick grinned and gently stroked her little bump, one arm anchored around her waist. “Is he asleep?” he asked, his voice low in spite of the loud music and multiple conversations surrounding them.
She giggled girlishly and shook her head. “No. He’ll only sleep once I lie down.”
A sudden glee surged in Nick’s eyes. “Will he sleep later on when Dad makes love to Mom?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Nick glanced at Jen and Chris, now deep in conversation. “Why don’t we leave these two alone so they can get better acquainted?” he suggested with a nod in their direction. “And go back to the house sooner rather than later?”
Stephanie grinned.
Nick’s eyes darkened. “I’m glad you agree.”
Oh yes she did, indeed! She could hardly wait to be in Nick’s arms. To be made love to by the man she adored so much her heart ached with overwhelming passion.
It was amazing. Even after a year, their love still grew stronger every day, every hour they were together. Her eyes watered. Silly hormones made her all soft and fuzzy inside. She was just so damn happy.
She lifted her face to Nick. He drew her closer against his chest, taking her mouth. No words were needed to express their love. Their communication was perfect on all levels.
When they broke from the kiss, she nestled against him, her head on his chest, an idle finger drawing patterns on his shirt. “Is now soon enough?”
He hugged her closer and murmured against her hair. “Now is perfect.”
About Francesca St.
Claire
I was born on a ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean. This unique event set the scene for an exciting life of romance and adventure, basic ingredients for my sexy short stories.
After having experienced life in six different countries, I'm currently living in southern Europe with my incredibly supportive husband, 1 of our 5 children, and my beloved 14 years old cocker spaniel.
When not writing, I enjoy watching period BBC series, trekking and baking for myappreciative family and friends.
As a new author with three books published in my first year, and two more to be released in the next six months I'm grateful to my publishers for having believed in me, and to readers and critiques for giving me the incentive to continue to write.
Francesca welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Sinful Weekend
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Sinful Weekend Copyright © 2013 Francesca St. Claire
Edited by Violet Hughes
Photography and cover design by Syneca
Model: Kevin
Electronic book publication March 2013
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