Oh Jesus, purple satin sprinkled with a pink flowered pattern hid her secrets. His mouth went dry. This pair that Cindy wore wasn’t a sexy little thong or brief little scrap of almost nothing. This was a pair of short, flowing, satiny boxers, only so much more fragile and feminine. They flowed around the tops of her thighs, purple lace brushing the tender skin where her bottom cheeks swelled out.
His gaze travelled up slowly, taking in every curve, every dip and swell, his gaze going higher, and with every curve and swell he passed, his shaft grew harder, thicker, longer.
Cindy Lawson was all woman, all curves, all softness and everything a red-blooded man could possibly fantasize about.
His fantasy.
He met her gaze. Standing there in all her glory, the purple panties and bra an open proclamation of a love and desire to wear pretty things, she looked every inch a confident woman, sure of herself. Until he caught a faint flicker in her eyes, a brief hesitation, a slight pink hint in her cheeks.
The fleeting show of uncertainty and self consciousness was gone as fast as it had appeared, and she angled her chin up slightly, once more the confident woman.
But that hint of vulnerability just caught at his heart, made him want to never see that uncertainty again, made him ache to show her how hot she was, how beautiful, how much her body turned him on.
“My fantasy.” His voice was dark, sensuous, he could hear it, and he knew she did as well by the darkening of her eyes and the little smile that curled those luscious, plump lips.
One step forward and he was against her, chest to breasts, indulging himself with the tickle of lace as her bra pressed into him.
Holding her gaze, he reached around and unsnapped the bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders and arms, freeing her breasts so that the only thing holding the cups on her was his chest against her breasts.
So erotic, knowing that only he kept her clothed, knowing that she knew it. Her lips parted slightly, the lush pink of them drawing him, but he wasn’t finished yet.
Keeping their gazes meshed, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and eased them down, sliding them over her silken skin, shifting his hips enough to allow them to fall down to her ankles.
Then he moved back enough so that her bra slipped down to join the panties at her ankles.
Another step forward and she was pressed against him, all silken skin, warm, soft, and scented. Her nipples, little nubs of aroused hardness, pressed into his chest and he breathed deep, enjoying watching her eyes close briefly as his chest moved against her.
Bringing his hands around her, he cupped the generous globes of her bottom and pulled her into him. Now he sheltered her, his body bent over hers, surrounding her, and she snuggled closer, her murmur of approval almost a purr. A low, sexy purr that made his shaft jerk.
“Now,” she whispered against his throat, turning her face into him so that her breath was warm and damp on his skin, making him shiver with anticipation.
“No,” he whispered back, almost a growl, he was so aroused.
Aroused by her scent, her taste, her softness and curves, her body…aroused by Cindy Lawson finally in his arms.
“Tim.” She trailed her hands down his spine, nails scraping deliciously, fingers firm as she flattened her palms to slide beneath his jeans and boxers to spread along his firm buttocks. “Please.”
He nipped her ear lobe, laving it soothingly with his tongue when she gasped and jumped in his arms. “I have control issues, remember?”
“Work on them later.” She squeezed his buttocks.
He laughed, low, deep, dark, and felt the response in the way she nestled against him, drawn by his dominant side even if she didn’t realise it.
“I’m not ready yet,” he said huskily, and capturing a handful of her luxurious blonde hair, he tugged it gently until she tilted her head back to look up at him.
She looked like sin and sex all rolled into one, heavy eyed with desire, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes dark with need. Voluptuous temptation in his arms, calling to him with a sultry, curvaceous enticement.
“Oh no,” he rasped, “I’m far from ready.” And he tipped her back onto the bed. A quick yank to get the condom from his pocket and flicked onto the bed, and then he shucked his jeans and followed her down. “Move up, sugar, because I’m going to taste you.”
Her eyes widened but she did as he ordered, sliding upward beneath him, her nipples peaking hard to scrape across his chest and upwards, the curls protecting her feminine secrets tickling along his groin and shaft and up against his abdomen.
Tim slid lower, his gaze never leaving hers.
Settled back against the pillows, she licked her lips in both anticipation and nervousness. “You’re smiling like the big, bad wolf.”
His smile grew. “I’m about to devour Goldilocks.”
“That’s a cross over of fairy tales.” Her breath caught as he used his palms to spread her thighs. “I don’t think that’s allowed.”
“Luscious babe, there’s a lot of things I’m going to do to you that’s not allowed in any fairytale I’ve ever read,” he promised her.
Jesus, was that growl really his voice? Whatever, it sure turned Cindy on, because her breasts rose in aroused agitation, the pink nipples peaking hard on the trembling globes.
Settling between her thighs, he commanded firmly, “Bend your knees. Let me see what treasures you have hidden here.”
She obeyed without protest, her position now giving him full access to her womanhood.
Tim looked his fill, taking in the dewy curls and the sheltering lips already slick with desire. Lowering his head, he ran the tip of his tongue along the outer labia, teasing her with the lightest of traces, feeling her jerk and stiffen.
Chuckling, he blew lightly on the heated folds, enjoying the sound of her sucked-in breath. Lifting his head, he glanced up the length of her body to see her biting her lip, her gaze on him.
One wicked smile, a moistening of his lips that had her eyes widening, and then he lowered his head and licked her.
Hard.
Fast.
His tongue stabbed in low and swiped up, pressing hard against her perineum, sliding easily over the opening of her body, tasting her cream as he came up and over the little clitoris sheltering high, flicking it with his tongue.
One inhalation and all he could smell was her arousal, and it was utterly delicious. Nectar to a man who desired sex, loved the taste of it, wanted it, luxuriated in it.
Nectar to a man who was with the one woman he wanted above all others, the one woman who suddenly made this moment, this time of intimacy, so much more.
He wanted to please her, really please her, drive her upwards and get the rewards of her climax on his tongue. Drink in her orgasm and do it all over again.
Sliding his hands under her hips, he dragged his thumbs into the sensitive area where her thighs met her hip, making her squirm, and he laughed erotically as he slid his hands higher until he gripped the curves of her hips to hold her at his mercy.
And then he devoured her, licking deep, playing with her clitoris, teasing the tiny little bud until it was hard and swollen, sucking the tender flesh into his mouth carefully but firmly, flattening his tongue against it and rubbing.
Cindy shattered and he had to hold her hips firm as she arched on the bed and climaxed hard. He caught the cream that came from her, literally swallowing her orgasm, tasting her as she came, and then he wrung another orgasm from her, refusing to let her come down from the erotic haze into which he’d thrust her.
He worked his tongue around the opening of her body, slipping inside, teasing her, rolling her clitoris until she shattered again.
His shaft was hard, the combined taste of her orgasm, the softness of her undulating body, the sent of her arousal and her whimpers that filled the room bringing his desire to the fore.
His shaft, already hard, was now swollen, demanding, and his hips ached to thrust him home into her body. Seed leake
d from the tip and Tim felt as though he’d never been harder or thicker.
He needed her, now.
Reaching out, he snagged the condom that he’d tossed onto the bed and ripped the wrapper off, somehow managing to lift his hips and roll the condom on without shifting too much. Then he moved up her body, watching her shudder as she started to come down from the climax, and satisfaction roiled through him.
Cindy was hot, sexy, and all his.
He just kept moving up until his shaft slid through her swollen labia and lodged at the entrance to her body, and still he moved upwards, sliding in deep and deeper still, and he didn’t stop moving until he was lodged firmly inside her body, their groins pressed together.
It felt like hot, sweet heaven.
She opened her eyes hazily as he linked his fingers through hers to bring her hands up each side of her head, burying them in the blonde tresses that lay scattered over the pillow.
He’d meant to say ‘Hi’ or something just as light to show how in control he was, but what came out was “You’re mine, Cindy. All mine.” It came out in a voice so deep and dark he almost didn’t recognise it. But he knew it instinctively. It was the dominant side of him, an uncovered side.
He might have always been in control, but this dominance was something that only this curvaceous woman brought out in him.
He was going to claim her.
Drawing back his hips, he thrust hard, burying deep, rewarded by her moan and arching up into him, her hips seeking to match his rhythm.
He set a hard pace, fast, the urgency building up inside him. Seed leaked from the tip of his shaft, caught in the protective condom, and he wished there was nothing between them, that his seed could coat the walls of her spasming channel to brand her as his. His fluid inside her, his seed.
Later. Later that would happen, he swore to himself.
Fire burned through his veins, pouring through his body, igniting sparks of heat that burned down to his shaft. His scrotum pulled tight and tighter until he was sure he couldn’t last any longer.
His shaft got thicker and he worked to drag it through her channel, glorying in the tight clasp as her body sought to hold him deep.
Hips pounding, he shoved hard, wanting her so badly. The pleasure bordered on pain, sweat dampening his body as he thrust harder, faster, feeling the delicious tension build inside him.
A glance down showed that Cindy was going up that erotic path with him, and he bent down and caught those soft, swollen lips, kissing her deep, wanting them joined in every way as the climax built.
Desire skimmed down through his spine, coiled low, heat burning, and he could feel it, it was so close. So very close. He could feel the power in his muscles, the veins standing out in his biceps as he pushed upwards, breaking the contact of their lips helplessly as he sought the erotic pleasure that pulled at him.
Pulled at his scrotum.
Pulled at his mind.
Pulled at his shaft.
And then it had him. One last, almost brutal shove of his hips and the dam broke, the climax crashing over him, sucking him under, and he heard her cry as she joined him.
He had no idea how long he’d been gone, drowsily and happily floating out in the clouds of spent desire, but when he slowly drifted down it was to find himself lying on his side with Cindy cradled in his arms, her face close to his as they faced each other.
Utter peace and contentment stole upon him. The quiet of the night was beyond the open window, the lamp cast a soft, golden glow around the large, comfortable bedroom, and lying in his arms was the only woman who’d ever meant anything to him.
Life, right now, was bloody brilliant.
Slowly Cindy opened her eyes and the dreamy expression in them made him smile. Oh yeah, true male satisfaction had to be acknowledged.
“Clarke,” she murmured.
“Yeah?”
“You were worth it.”
“Hot damn, I was, wasn’t I?”
Her giggle was tired and satisfied.
Yeah, life was bloody brilliant.
Closing his eyes, Tim drifted off to sleep with Cindy nestled against him.
~*~
To say that Tim was a little quiet was putting it mildly. Cindy glanced towards the kitchen doorway into the hallway. He’d woken her up during the night with some pretty intense lovemaking session, not that she was complaining, but when she’d gotten out of bed this morning and headed for the shower, he’d smiled at her and…well, nothing else.
Had she made a huge mistake? Frowning, she poured herself a cup of coffee. Now that they’d actually made love, was she out of his system? Oh crap, was it what she’d feared?
Surely not. There had been something magical in their lovemaking, something she’d certainly never had with the Italian Stallion. But after the intensity with which he’d made love during the night, the tender words and warm arms that had held her, Tim had been quiet this morning. Thoughtful.
Shaking her head, she took a sip of coffee. She had to get a grip on things and not read more into it.
Tim appeared in the doorway, his hair damp from the shower and an errant lock hanging over his brow. Seeing her, he smiled and walked over, bending to drop a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.
She had to secretly admit to a small amount of relief.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Coffee. I can drink it from your lips.”
“Okay,” she said, “I don’t know if that’s kinky, romantic, or even a little ick.”
Laughing, he helped himself to a cup and perching on a stool at the kitchen bench, he blew on the steaming liquid and watched her closely.
She could feel the blush on her cheeks, but she met his gaze steadily.
“Well, Miss Lawson,” he drawled, “You are a passionate little thing.”
“Well, Mr Clarke, you’re not so bad yourself,” she drawled back.
He grinned. “Okay, you’re hot.”
She fluttered her eyelashes. “Why, please, do go on.”
“Only if you want to end up flat on your back again.” His eyes twinkled. “Or on your stomach.”
“If you’re trying to make me shy it won’t work.”
“Tart,” he said.
“I may be a tart, but you came here sad to the bone, remember?”
“I’m sure leaving wrung out.” Deftly catching the tea towel she threw at him, he winked. “In a good way, of course.”
“Of course.”
Silence fell on the kitchen as they both lingered over their coffee.
Tim broke it first. “So, where are Sam and Ruth?”
“It’s Saturday. They don’t work on the weekend.”
He glanced at his watch. “Unfortunately, I do. I’m on shift this morning.”
“A vet’s job is never done?”
“Afraid not.” Downing the last of the coffee, he got up and placed the empty cup in the sink. “I have to go.”
“I’ll see you off.” She stood.
Sliding an arm around her waist, he drew her with him through the lounge and then the hallway. Nuzzling her hair as they stood at the door, he said softly, “Thanks for last night.”
“I think I should be the one thanking you.” She shifted and winced slightly. “Not that my muscles will.”
His grin was definitely wolfish. “I plan on giving those muscles a good workout very often.”
“So sure of yourself.”
“Well, we could just play safe and go to a movie tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. A movie before we boink our brains out.”
“You are such a romantic.”
“I know, it’s all part of my charm.”
Seconds later she was waving him off and watching his car disappear down the driveway. Smiling, she went inside and locked the door behind her. Walking into the lounge, she looked down at Al, who was just stirring, his little head lifting. At the sight of her, he pushed up onto his little legs and toddled over towards her, meowing.
Opening the pen, she lifted him out and rubbed her cheek against his. “Men. You all want something.”
Al meowed and purred.
Getting his bottle ready, Cindy thought over the events of the night. Now she was alone she had time to think. It was practically mind-boggling. She was dating Tim Clarke. He’d been on his knees at her feet, baring his heart to her, sharing his feelings, and then he’d made love to her in several different positions she hadn’t thought of sharing with anyone - ever - and now she was dating him.
Would wonders never cease?
Giggling a little, she watched as Al sucked blissfully on the teat of the bottle. Life took some strange turns and she wasn’t going to question it.
Then it hit her.
Tim had suggested they go to his place. His house. His sanctuary. The one place he’d never taken any of the women in his life.
He’d been going to take her to his sanctuary.
At the realisation of the magnitude of his suggestion, warmth washed through her. He’d meant what he’d said, he really did care about her and wanted to give them a chance at a relationship.
But he had been quiet when he’d first woken up, and she wondered what that was all about. In fact, she wondered if that was him normally when he woke in the morning. Maybe he wasn’t a morning person.
Maybe, she thought impatiently, she had to stop doubting things and looking for problems that weren’t there - if they were there at all.
“Seriously,” she said to Al, “Sex messes with your head.”
He closed his eyes and continued sucking on his bottle.
After putting Al back to bed, she did a quick tidy up of the house, which never really got untidy with just her living in it, and then she went upstairs to make the bed. Just thinking about what Tim had done to her in it was enough to make her blush.
Her one and only previous lover, the Italian man who’d thought her curves so sexy and taught her to accept them, she hadn’t allowed to do what Tim had so easily persuaded her into doing the night before, in fact, she hadn’t needed a whole lot of persuasion. Tim led and she’d followed.
Hoo boy, had she ever followed.
The phone rang, diverting her thoughts, and she picked it up. “Hello?”
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