by Jaci Burton
Her smile died when he bent her knees back to her chest and looked at her, then squatted down, bottle of lube ready in his hands. She warmed under his scrutiny and turned her gaze away. He had such a hard body she found herself lacking in so many ways. She was so much less than perfect and knew it.
“Look at me, Maria.”
It was difficult to be so brutally examined like this, but she met his gaze.
“Every part of your body is beautiful, from the warmth in your eyes to the fullness of your lips to your breasts and hips to your pussy and ass. I love the way you paint your toenails that fire-engine red. It’s hot as hell. And you have the tiniest feet I’ve ever seen. I love your muscular calves, your strong thighs, the little dimple under your belly button. Everything about you is perfection.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m hardly perfect, Colin.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. There are so many perfect things about your body, but most of your perfection is inside you. Your willingness to let me touch you, to look at you, to make love to you. The way you’ve opened up to me and given yourself to me is a precious gift that I don’t take lightly. Now shut up and let me play with you. I have gifts to give you, Maria. Everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Her heart turned over at his tender words and she found herself fighting back tears. But then he bent down and plundered her mouth with a kiss that spoke of desperate need and passion, and all was forgotten except desire. She whimpered and grasped his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to crawl inside him if necessary.
He kept kissing her and kissing her, plunging his tongue in and out mimicking the sex act until she was wet and ready. He pulled away only long enough to put on a condom. Applying lubrication to her anus he pushed her knees toward her chest and positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass. She tensed, but he made no further move to enter her, instead sweeping his fingers over her engorged clit until she was writhing underneath him, mindless except for the need to climax.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
When she shook her head, he sucked in a breath. “Thank you for this, then.” Leaning forward, he kissed her, then said, “Relax. Push out when you feel me enter. It’ll make it easier on you. And if it hurts too bad, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“I trust you, Colin,” she said, threading her fingers through his thick, dark hair. “Fuck me.”
He leaned back again, keeping his fingers swirling over her clit. Taut expectation mixed with sweet pleasure as he took her to the very edge of orgasm, then pushed the head of his cock through the barrier muscle. It burned and she tensed, but she pushed as he instructed her.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, holding onto her knees as he pressed forward, inch by inch, stopping when she tensed, continuing on when she relaxed past the sizzling pain.
God, it hurt, but felt so good as he worked her clit at the same time he forced his cock deep in her ass. When he was buried all the way inside her, she began to pulse around his shaft. She’d never been filled like this before, the sensations so intimate, so forbidden and deliciously naughty it forced her pleasure to a new high.
When he withdrew, she felt the vibrations in her pussy, her clit, her womb, gripping his cock in a tight sheath that struck her pleasure points. She had no idea she could feel such ecstasy in her ass. She shuddered when he pressed on her clit, crying out as a climax tore through her.
“Fuck!” he moaned, his voice gritty with arousal as she continued to spasm through her orgasm, pulsing around his shaft. His movements increased and he began to fuck harder, driving her knees up against her shoulders. The pain was gone now, leaving in its wake only lightning-hot pleasure.
“Harder,” she demanded, clutching his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin as she drew him toward her, ravaging his mouth as he plunged deeper into her ass with punishing thrusts that made her scream against his lips.
He slid his tongue into her mouth, timing the rhythm of his tongue thrusts with the movements of his cock, grinding his pelvis against her clit until the sparks burst inside her again. She mewled out a cry as she came again, this time taking Colin with her. His guttural groan of completion added to her own pleasure as he tensed, then roared, shuddering against her as he came.
She held him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her breast, listening to the sound of his breathing as it went from hard panting to soft, regular breathing. She brushed the sweat from his brow and held onto him, realizing how much her life had changed tonight.
“Shower?” he said, popping his head up and kissing her quickly on the lips.
“Yeah.”
He eased off and pulled her to her feet. He washed her back and body in the shower. Every part of her, with such care she felt pampered and totally relaxed by the time he dried her with a towel and carried her to bed.
“I can walk, you know,” she teased.
“I know.” He laid her in bed and slipped in beside her, pulling her against his chest.
A girl could get used to this.
And that was a very dangerous thing.
Chapter Five
Maria opened her eyes and blinked the fog away, realizing they hadn’t slept more than a few hours. She was still wrapped up in Colin’s arms, her legs tangled with his.
He was awake, staring at her.
“You sleep?” she asked.
“A little. I’m too charged up to sleep. And I’m hungry.”
She laughed. “You want to find a restaurant?” God, what time was it? It was still dark outside.
“No. I have another idea. I want to take you back to my house, if you’re game. I’ll feed you, I promise.”
His house? Interesting. And kind of exciting. “Sure.”
They packed up and in less than a half hour had checked out and were headed down the freeway. It wasn’t even five in the morning, yet Maria was invigorated. Spending time with Colin was like a dream come true and she planned to capitalize on every available second, because when the weekend was over, they’d be over.
No way could this interlude between them continue beyond the weekend. They worked together, and besides, the Maria he spent the weekend with wasn’t the real her. She couldn’t be that woman for him beyond this magical moment in time.
Her heart ached at the thought. They meshed together so well. He gave her so much of what she needed.
Stop thinking about it, Maria. It did no good to dwell on what she couldn’t have. Instead, she looked over at Colin as he drove, studying his hands on the steering wheel. She shuddered remembering the feel of those big hands roaming over her body. Despite the multiple orgasms she’d already enjoyed, she was ready for him again, shifting in her seat as her body ached for him.
He glanced in her direction, then straight ahead again. “Pull up your dress. I want to see your pussy.”
Clad in a miniskirt, blouse and no panties at Colin’s request, she creamed at the thought of doing so in this semipublic place. Though not many cars were on the freeway at this hour on a Saturday morning, there was enough traffic to make it risky. She drew the dress up her thighs, every slide of soft silk against her skin making her tremble with excitement.
She looked at him. Though he watched the road as he drove, he stole glances at her pussy. She decided to give him a show, reaching down to smooth her hand over her mound and lower, dipping her fingers into her slit, enjoying the feel of moisture there and knowing it was Colin who’d made her so damn wet. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, swelling, aroused and needy.
“Yes,” he whispered, his attention on the road but his breathing labored. “Touch yourself for me, Maria. I want you to show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone.”
Reaching along the side of the seat, she found the controls to adjust the seatback so she could recline and give herself better access to her pussy. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt higher, mindless of the cars streaming by her side of the SUV’s window. Her focus now was on Colin, the sharp, pointe
d looks he cast her way as he watched her fingers dip into her pussy, the sounds he made when he watched her take her wet fingers to her mouth and lick her own juices from her fingers.
“Christ, Maria, that’s fucking hot.” With his free hand he palmed his cock through his jeans, rubbing it as it watched her. She wished she could take his cock in her hands, or suck him while she got herself off, swallowing his cum while she climaxed with her own hand.
She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.
“Make yourself come for me, baby,” he urged. “Do it.”
Driving two fingers into her pussy, she did as he asked, fucking herself like she did when she was alone and fantasizing of him. The urge built fast and furious. She felt sexy and wicked, masturbating in front of him, freer than she’d ever felt before as she showed him how she pleasured herself. As her orgasm approached, she squeezed her butt cheeks together, the sensations intense as she realized anyone could watch as they drove past the vehicle, but she didn’t care. The only person who existed for her was Colin. She wanted to come for Colin.
“Yes,” he whispered, encouraging her. “Come for me, baby. Show me.”
With a low cry she released, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she shuddered through her orgasm, shaking.
“Let me taste you,” he said, his voice dark as the still night sky outside.
She removed her fingers and leaned over, sliding them between his open lips. He sucked them in greedily and her pussy pulsed again as he licked her juices clean.
God, would she ever get enough of this man? Now that she’d had these moments with him, how would she ever go back to her life without him?
* * * * *
Colin tried to breathe through the giant erection straining against his jeans, but it hurt so goddamned bad he felt like he was going to burst. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before he pulled into his driveway, shut off the ignition and took Maria and their luggage into his house.
Dawn was just breaking when they entered his modest three-bedroom in Sherman Oaks, the sound of Maria’s high-heeled shoes tapping along the wood flooring as he flipped on the lights to guide her.
“Oh, your house is so nice,” she said.
“Thanks.” He gave her a quick tour, but there really wasn’t much to see. Single story, medium-sized backyard, and Rufus, his golden retriever. Maria fell madly in love with his dog, just like he figured she would. He stood there and watched her kneeling in the kitchen petting the dog and wanted to ask her right then and there to stay with him forever, but held himself in check. Too fast. Much too fast.
Besides, right now he had other things in mind. Though he wanted to strip her down and take her again, he knew he had to feed her first, so he made them eggs, bacon and toast, trying to maintain his patience.
Watching her pleasure herself on the drive over had been a lesson in frustration. So many times he’d wanted to pull over, yank her into the backseat and plunge his cock into her until he came and came and came. But he also enjoyed just watching her, too.
He was never going to get enough of her. She was the most sensual creature he’d ever known, and way more than he’d expected. She’d opened up to him like a morning flower, blossoming as if he were the sun come to give her life, and he had a feeling no one had done that for her before. He felt damn lucky, and if he was smart, he wouldn’t fuck this up.
After breakfast she helped him clean up, then sat with him at the table and drank coffee, casting him looks that told him she was more than ready for whatever he had in mind. The fact her libido matched his was an incredible bonus. He never had relationships. In his line of work they never managed to work out, because he was always too busy to nurture them or the women didn’t understand the kinds of monsters he had to deal with on a daily basis. His hours were shit, and lots of times so was his attitude.
Maria always understood, though, because she dealt with the same kinds of monsters. She’d just never seemed like she wanted to get close to him. Until he’d found that letter, he had no idea she was even remotely interested. He made a mental note to send Joan a box of candy for Christmas. He owed her, big-time.
After playing with Rufus awhile and letting their breakfast settle, he was ready again. The sun shone through the kitchen window onto Maria’s hair, the dark locks glittering like black diamonds. When she laughed as Rufus licked her face, Colin’s gut clenched. Maria had so much life in her, took pleasure in so many simple things. Things he sometimes forgot to enjoy, like having his dog around to play with.
He needed her in his life.
Rufus bounded outside and Maria sat on the floor watching him, then turned to look at Colin, smiling. His heart stopped as he realized he loved her.
God, she took his breath away. He almost blurted the words out, but stopped himself, figuring he’d scare her off. They hadn’t even really had a date yet.
He stood and held out his hand. She slipped her palm in his and he helped her up, without words leading her into his bedroom.
Finally, the four-poster bed he needed.
“Nice bed,” she said as they entered the room.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her ear. “I brought you here because of that bed.”
“Really. And why is that?”
“Because of the posts. I can tie you up.”
Her breath shuddered. “I’d like that.”
Every man’s dream.
He undressed her, relishing the revealing of her skin, kissing her shoulders, her back, then turning her around and pushing her backward until she tumbled onto the bed. He laid her out and instructed her to spread her arms and legs, then got the ropes, securing her wrists and ankles to the posts.
His cock was hard, straining, eager to fuck her. But it would just have to wait. God, she was beautiful like this, her eyes glittering dark and aroused, her nipples erect, her breasts blushing with warmth. He bent over her and took one cinnamon crest in his mouth, sucking it between his teeth and nibbling lightly before licking it rapidly until she arched her back and moaned. Then he released it, watched it pucker in the cool air, and kissed his way to her other breast and did the same.
“Colin,” she breathed, never taking her eyes off his face.
He liked that she watched him, that she had no fear of being tied up. He loved that she trusted he wouldn’t hurt her. In their line of work, women were often hurt by the men who were supposed to care for them. Trust was everything.
He kissed the soft valley between her breasts, then straddled her hips, squeezing her breasts together and sliding his dick between them. “Such beautiful tits you have, babe,” he said, reaching for the bottle of flavored lube he’d set at the bedside table and poured the cherry-flavored liquid on her breasts. His cock slid into the slick fluids, her breasts providing a tight channel for him to fuck. She smiled at him and watched the crest of his cock appear between the folds of her breasts.
Fuck, that was so hot.
Releasing her breasts, he leaned forward, cupping the back of her neck to give her support. “Suck me,” he commanded, feeding her his cock head.
She opened her mouth and eagerly took his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue over the tip and closing her full lips over the head. He closed his eyes for a second as huge pulses of pleasure throbbed inside him. He pumped forward, then withdrew, watching her lips as he rocked against her mouth. Gasping at the sensations, he was nearly undone by the visual of having her bound and greedily sucking him.
God, he wanted to jettison his fluids deep down her throat, watch her take it all and swallow.
But not right now. He wanted to fuck her like this, while she was unable to move, while he could take her any way he wanted to.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she whimpered.
“Colin, please, let me suck it.”
He shuddered at her words. “No. I’m going to fuck you, Maria. Hard.” He moved off her and applied a condom. “You like it hard, don’t you?”
Maria nodded, licking her lips. Being spread apart like this, bound and unable to get free, had her pussy juices pouring down the crack of her ass. Her nipples tingled, her breasts ached and her clit throbbed. She was so ready for orgasm that if he touched her she’d go off. She was almost embarrassed to wish she could capture this all on video for posterity, to play over and over again when she was alone and lonely. God, this was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Colin kneeled between her legs, his cock long and thick and resting just above her pussy. She drank in the sight of him, committing his naked body to memory, his broad shoulders, expansive chest, flat, muscular stomach and the corded muscles of his arms. He leaned over her, crawling up her belly and lying on top of her. Entwining his fingers with hers, he took her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss and drove his cock between her pussy lips.
She gasped against his lips, arching her buttocks upward as he entered her. Her cunt squeezed his shaft, pulsing, the tight knot of her clit spiraling into a vortex of sensation as he rubbed against it with each hard thrust. He kept his lips firmly latched onto hers, his kiss so profoundly intimate she couldn’t hold back the tears as he fucked her into an orgasm so intense she sobbed.
He broke the kiss. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said through hiccupping cries. “Just fuck me. Harder.”
Emotion took over then and she couldn’t hold back, crying out as he pounded her with punishing thrusts, powering his cock deeper, taking her mouth in incongruent gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips that left her near sobbing uncontrollably. She was splintering, dying inside and out as he took her from one peak to another, finally groaning against her lips as he came, his own legs trembling against hers.
They lay like that for only a few moments, then Colin moved off her and untied the ropes, massaging her wrists and ankles before slipping back into bed to gather her close against him.
He kissed her cheeks, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away all her tears. She felt stupid, yet couldn’t manage to summon the words to explain the depth of emotion that had caused her to cry like that. And mercifully, he didn’t ask, just held her, kissed her hair, caressed her back, until she drifted off to a contented sleep.
