SASSY IN STILETTOS ARe version

by Nana Malone

  “Wait, I’m not finished ye—”

  “Don’t worry. You can sip it off of me later.”

  Her full lips formed an O. He tugged her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. “You all right with this? We can stop at any time if you’re not.”

  “Y-yeah.” She licked her lips.

  Caleb set the wine glass on the bedside table. When he turned to pull her toward him, his hands shook a little. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d already slept with her once. She wanted him too. Her pupils dilated, and she licked her lips nervously.

  Stepping in front of her, Caleb let his hands span her waist, bringing her flush against him. She gasped, and her eyes snapped to his. The thundering of his heartbeat was all he could hear as he focused on her parted lips.

  He dipped his head, kissing her softly. Immediately, she sighed into his mouth and wound her hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. She sucked his tongue into her hot, wet mouth, and Caleb forgot for a moment that he was supposed to be taking things slow. Focusing on drawing this out. He only wanted to keep tasting her.

  While she tried to wrestle control of the kiss from him, his hands fisted in the material of her tight skirt, and he tugged up. Her sudden shocked intake of breath was all he needed to take control again. He lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around him, but he didn’t deposit her on the bed. Instead, he turned them to the door and braced her against it. “Tsk, tsk, Micha, I thought we discussed the whole control thing.”

  “You discussed. I’m not sure I completely agree with you.”

  She used his shoulders as leverage and arched her body so that her slick heat met the bulge in his slacks. She worked her hips in a figure eight, and Caleb’s eyes crossed. She knew how to move her body. Knew how to work him over. “Micha.” Her name was more grunt than English. Lust chased desire along his nerve endings. He had to find a way to gain control again. Show her how it could be if she just worked with him once.

  He reluctantly removed her hands from the nape of his neck and lifted them above her head as he encircled them. “You’re a very naughty girl, Micha. Are you going back on our deal, or can you let me be in control?” He licked at her lips and very deliberately, he slid his cock against the satin undies that blocked his path to bliss.

  She hissed. “Caleb. I want you inside me. I don’t care who’s in control.”

  The hell she didn’t. “Look at me, Micha.”

  Her lids fluttered open, and her pupils were dilated. As he kissed her again, his body rocked against hers, and she met every movement of his hips with her own. “You want me to take you like this? Hard and fast and up against the wall?”

  “I don’t care how you take me.”

  “Hm.” He nuzzled her neck as he slipped his hand under her blouse. When his palm closed over the full globe, they both moaned. Her breasts were so full and firm. So soft and responsive.

  “Caleb, please.”

  He kissed her again deeply. Savoring the flavor of the wine on her tongue. Sucking on it until she moaned and her body started to rock into his in a steady rhythm. She fought his grip on her wrists, but he held her firm.

  Slowly, he backed away from the kiss. Releasing her hands, he steadied her by the waist and set her back on the floor. Her eyes went wide with questions, but she didn’t say anything. Merely followed his silent command, and he turned her around. Skimming his hands over the flesh of her arms, he positioned her palms against the door. He took his time, shimming her flesh. When his hands reached the buttons on her blouse, she stiffened.

  Slowly, he popped each button from its tiny loop. With each one he released, she puffed out a small breath, then finally exhaled completely when he had her blouse fully open. He peeled the fine silk off her shoulder, kissed the soft skin of her back as the material fell away. Her skin was so satin smooth; he could do nothing but touch it and never get bored.

  “Caleb, what are you doing?”

  “I’m taking care of you.”

  When he unhooked her bra, she groaned. He didn’t let her bring down her hands so he couldn’t remove it. Instead, he skimmed his hands up her torso, palming the soft globes and gently massaging. Her legs started to quiver when the massage turned from relief to sensual tease. Gently, he plucked the pebbled tips, and she dropped her forehead against the door.

  “You’ll have to forgive me, but I’ve had a mild obsession with your breasts since I first saw you. I have no doubt spent countless hours thinking about how they would taste, what the weight of them would be like in my palms, how sensitive they were, if you would mind a little teeth when I sucked on you.”

  Her breath came out ragged and sharp. “Caleb. I can’t. You’re killing me.”

  He plucked the tight buds again. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

  He continued to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses across her shoulders and the back of her neck as he played.

  When she started to rotate her hips back against him, he swore and gritted his teeth at the red haze of lust clouding his vision. Dropping his hands to her hips, he stayed them. “I won’t be hurried or rushed. We have all night, and I intend to make it count.”

  “This is torture.”

  “Tell me about it,” he mumbled.

  Her firm ass, barely covered in some kind of boy short panty, fit well in his palm. She had an athletic frame, but still had curves, and he loved that about her. His fingers went to the zipper on her skirt, and he carefully pulled it down before tugging the fabric down her long, slender legs. She had legs for miles, and he intended to kiss every inch of them.

  Caleb helped her step out of the skirt. Smoothing his hands over her slender calves and skimming over the backs of her thighs, he hooked his fingers in her panties and tugged them down over the expanse of honey-brown legs. She shuddered when he kissed the backs of her thighs. “Can you part your legs for me, sweetheart?”

  She parted her legs a little.

  “Wider.”

  She sucked in a breath and planted her feet about shoulder width apart.

  Caleb trailed kisses up the backs of her legs, pausing only to nip at the backs of her knees. When he reached the top of her thighs, he ground out, “Lean forward for me.”

  It took her several moments to do as he instructed. When she did, he rewarded her with a soft kiss on her slick lips, and she shivered. Kneeling, Caleb lapped at her cleft and savored the unique spicy flavor that was Micha. With a hand on her firm ass, he massaged the skin as he teased her by sliding a finger inside her slick channel.

  Micha cursed softly, but he continued his licking, and stroking. Working his tongue over her clitoris while he penetrated her with his fingers. The slick walls of her core milked at his fingers, and he felt them quicken. Kissing her inner thighs, he encouraged her. “Come on, Micha, come for me. You’re safe. It’s okay to let go. I’ll catch you.”

  But she held on. She writhed against the door, and her slender hands balled into fists as she fought orgasm. She tensed as if she tried to fight one off, but then she went limp, and tossed her head back. Caleb continued to lick and stroke her until her whole body shook.

  With a whisper of his name in the moonlight, she finally let go.

  ***

  Micha shook as Caleb picked her up and laid her on the bed. Orgasm aftershocks rolled through her body, leaving her languid and foggy. What was he doing to her? And could she take more? If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall in love with him. Then where would she be?

  He shed his clothes as if he was in no hurry at all, tugging his T-shirt off his back then over his head. His jeans and boxer briefs came next. All the while, he kept his burning gaze on hers. Unable to take the intensity of his stare, she let her eyes drift closed.

  His voice was soft, but authoritative. “Micha, look at me.”

  She shook her head.

  His touch was soft on her cheek. “Shh, look at me.”

  She peeled her lids open to look up at him. “Caleb, I�
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  “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you. All you have to do is keep your eyes open to see it.” He slid into bed beside her, and she had to scoot over to make room for him. “You with me?” He asked as he drew her close.

  She nodded against his chest as she inhaled. Sandalwood. She sighed and immediately relaxed. She loved that smell.

  Caleb pressed feather-light kisses along her temple, her forehead, her jaw line, the tip of her nose. When he reached her lips, he barely skimmed them with his own, and she whimpered. He angled his head and deepened the kiss and anchored her face in his hands as he devoured her lips. Desire spiked again as his expert tongue licked at the roof of her mouth, and he teased her tongue to follow into his hot mouth.

  As she kissed him, she writhed against him, the crisp curls on his chest brushing her nipples, turning them into hardened peaks. His muffled moan made his chest rumble. The friction against the sensitive peaks of her breasts sent a pull of desire straight to her core.

  The length of his erection pressed into her thigh insistently, and she reached down to wrap her hand around the rigid length of it. Massaging.

  “Jesus, Micha.”

  With sure fingers, she continued stroking him, running her hands over the velvet shaft, then her palm over the sensitive tip. When she did this twice, Caleb’s hips jerked, and a drop of moisture escaped his throbbing hardness to lubricate her palm. “Caleb. I want you again. I-I need you.” Fear settled into her bones at that moment. If she needed him it would be a recipe for disaster, because at some point he would let her down. Or worse, she would let him down.

  His hand closed over hers as he directed her motions and lust chased away the doubt. She was tired of pretending she didn’t want him.

  He stilled her hand and squeezed his eyes shut. “I have been dreaming about you touching me since I first saw you.” He ground his teeth as his hips jerked again and his dick twitched in her suspended hand.

  She smiled against his lips. “I happen to be very good with my hands.”

  He sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, I can see that, but I had something else in mind for you.”

  Micha gazed up at him from lowered lashes. “Do you now? What if I have other plans?”

  He chuckled even as his body jerked. “And here I thought I was in charge.”

  A smile tugged at her lips. “I was sharing control. I can play fair.”

  He growled low and kissed her deep. “Well, you’re about to share control again.” His fingers dipped between her thighs, and she shivered. He slipped one impossibly long finger inside her slick heat, and she moaned, parting her thighs to allow him better access.

  “God, you are so wet. So ready.”

  “Mmm, Caleb.” Lust rocked her body. Need chased the lust.

  Caleb trailed kisses along her throat then her collar bone, moving to her breast. With his mouth poised over a distended peak, he paused. His breath tickled her skin, and she writhed. “Caleb, please.”

  “Please what?” His warm breath was a tease.

  “Please kiss me.”

  He placed a kiss right above her breast. “Right there?”

  Micha arched her back in frustration. “No. On my breast.”

  Caleb kissed the underside of her breast. “Oh, you mean here?”

  “Damn it, Caleb.” She threaded her hands through his hair. “Stop teasing me.”

  He kissed the underside of her other breast. “I like teasing you.” He kissed her again and hovered over the tip of her breast again. “You like it when I tease you.” Caleb used his thumb to circle her clit. As he slid first one finger into her, then two.

  He kept the pace nice and easy, no matter how much she angled her hips, moving against his fingers. Finally, he brushed his lips over her nipple, and she cried out, “Caleb!”

  “Yeah, Micha?”

  His settled his lips around her nipple, and a pull of lust pieced her core. Caleb suckled her deep, his cheeks hollowing as he drew her into his mouth. Blood rushed in her head and all she could think about was Caleb. His lips, his fingers. Like everything else in the world had vanished and all that mattered now was this moment, this time with him.

  “I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t—”

  “Who’s in charge?” He grazed her nipple with his teeth.

  “Oh, God. I—”

  Caleb’s fingers stopped penetrating her core. “Maybe I should ask you again. Who’s in charge?”

  “Caleb. Please. I—”

  He removed his fingers from her heated skin and rolled his big body over hers, bracing himself over her. His erection nudged her cleft, and he swore. “You’re so hot, Micha.”

  She rotated her hips, sliding her cleft along the length of him. “Caleb, please don’t make me wait. I need you.”

  Caleb dropped his forehead to hers and kissed her softly. “All you have to do is relinquish control for a little while. I promise I’ll give it back.”

  She chewed her bottom lip. The fear gnawing at her. The uncertainty eating her. He was too close. Could make her feel too much. He left her feeling open and vulnerable. He also left her feeling like she’d grabbed hold of a live wire. Like she could fly. Like she was beautiful. Like she was special. Worthy.

  She dragged in a breath and exhaled. “You’re in charge. I’m yours.”

  He kissed her softly before rolling away and pulling open the bedside drawer. Sheathing himself in a condom, he re-settled back between her thighs.. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that, that you’re mine?” His tongue licked at her bottom lip before he nipped. “I’m not letting you go.”

  His erection slid against her slit before fully sliding into her. They both gasped. She met his gaze; his eyes pierced her soul. In that moment she knew she would never be the same.

  Micha met Caleb thrust for thrust. He kept his eyes on hers, never breaking the intimate connection as her orgasm coursed through her. Micha bucked as the pleasure rolled through her body. Caleb wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as his orgasm pounded through his veins.

  Before he collapsed, he whispered one word. “Mine.”

  ***

  Micha stretched languorously, with her arms over her head and not a care in the world. God, that man knew how to put a woman at ease. She was tucked into Caleb’s warm body and smiled shyly to herself as she remembered the forced intimacy. The way he hadn’t let her hide any part of herself. The way he’d insisted that they’d held that connection. It went beyond anything she’d ever done before. If she forced herself to think about it, she’d have to face that it had been a very long time since she’d been that free or that close to anyone. For the most part sex was about sport. The orgasm, the rush. They never felt quite so…Mmm. She’d always still been tense right after an orgasm, in a hurry to either get rid of her bed partner or get the hell out of whatever place she’d found said bed partner.

  But now, she felt amazing and happily sluggish, like she could do this every day for the rest of her life. Whoa. Easy there. No need to go getting all lovey and homey. The intense connection shit was fantastic, but planning a life with Caleb was a dangerous proposition. But maybe, just maybe, seeing him regularly didn’t have to be so bad. Maybe it wouldn’t ruin things. If he could make her actually feel something, maybe she didn’t have to always be her. Always so alone. Ridged, unyielding. Giving in had been refreshing. Different. Easy. With Caleb, she hadn’t had to try so hard. All she had to do was follow.

  She chuckled to herself. When the hell was the last time she followed anyone? Simon.

  As quickly as the thought emerged, she shut it down. She wouldn’t think of that asshole when she was in bed with someone else. Not when she was in bed with Caleb. Caleb wouldn’t hurt her like Simon had. He wouldn’t rip her to shreds.

  She wiggled into Caleb again, and she felt the lengthening of his cock along her ass. God, they’d already gone three times in the night. She couldn’t take anymore.

  Could she? She questioned her ow
n stamina as soon as he placed a big hand on her right breast and cupped it, bringing her even tighter against him.

  “Mm, Caleb. Are you trying to kill me?”

  “I was the one asleep, minding my own business when you started wiggling. You should know your ass is sweet enough to raise the dead. Hell, it doesn’t take more than a whiff of your shampoo when I’m awake, and I have better control when I’m awake.”

  She giggled. “Oh, yes, I’ve experienced your control.” Damn, it’s like the man was into tantric sex or something. Caleb’s policy was ladies first, ladies second, maybe ladies third, then everybody together. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had. And even when they’d been entwined around each other making love, he’d seemed blissfully happy to stay there.

  He kissed her shoulder and rolled his hips into her again. His cock was rock hard and nudging her ass insistently. “Not so much control, but more about never wanting to leave. Ever.”

  He smoothed a hand down her leg, and she shivered. The simplest of touches was enough to have her body humming to life again.

  He lifted her leg and hooked it over his hip, opening her up to him completely. The hand that was wrapped around her belly shifted down to part her swollen folds. His cock slipped in easily, and they both groaned. Caleb continued soft swirls around her clit. Nothing urgent, noting too demanding, only easy teasing like they had all the time in the world. “Micha, you feel so good. Tight. I could spend all day doing nothing but this.”

  Micha released a shuddering breath as he continued to play with her breast. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”

  He chuckled and kissed her shoulder again as he stroked deep. So deep filling her womb. Achingly tender. “So you’re saying you’re a fan of letting go?”

  “Mm, oh yes.”

  He circled her clit again and then pinched the tiny bud. “Good, because I don’t plan on letting go of you, Micha Bennett, not for a long, long time. I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.”

  He stroked in and out. The tip of his cock gently brushed over her G-spot again and again. Not enough to send her over the edge, but enough to tease her and drive her slowly insane.