by Alice Ward
My voice trembled with both fear and desire. “I’m not on the pill.”
He looked up at me, and his face lit up with humor. “I make sure anyone who stays here is stocked. The last thing by sister needs is more kids.” Then he dipped his mouth down into my navel, and I gasped and arched as he swirled his tongue in small circles around it.
“Yes.” I exhaled sharply, unable to believe how close I was to orgasming with only his touch. He was driving me crazy with his wandering hands and mouth. And it had been so long since I’d allowed anyone to do more than shake my hand.
He stopped momentarily and looked at me, his face open and sincere. “Adara, I’ve wanted to make love to you from the moment I first met you. I want you to feel loved.” He leaned down and kissed me again. “Today is all about you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Roman
I couldn’t believe I was here with Adara. Touching her did something to me that had never happened before. She made me want to give her everything I possibly could. Make love to her body. Make love to her mind. I sincerely didn’t care what was under her mask. I thought I already knew what was in her heart.
Kissing her breasts, I watched her beautiful nipples peak under my ministrations. Danced my fingers and thumbs over them until the berries puckered into rosy pink buds. She was divine, her body amazingly crafted with strong, lean muscles strengthened by challenging nightly performances. I kissed her lips again and tasted the sweetness of her mouth, my cock begging to be released from my jeans.
I couldn’t recall ever feeling so rigidly constrained in all of my life. It actually pained me to move, yet I ignored my needs, only focusing on her. I wanted to show her how I felt. Show her how precious she was, how incredibly beautiful. I knew that I was falling in love with the woman in front of me, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t turn away. I loved her music, her story, and her ability to create a new life from ashes. She was so unique and multidimensional. I wanted to help her succeed. Make her writhe. Make her scream.
I peppered kisses down her beautiful abdomen, across her sloping hips to the upper part of her thighs. She wriggled as I neared her center. I could feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin and smelled her ambrosia in the air. All of it made my dick pulsate, and I had to clamp down on my desire with an iron will.
She let out a little sigh as I passed up the place she wanted me to be. I continued trailing kisses down her inner thigh of her good leg, to her knee then calf. I kissed across her foot then the bottom of her sole before moving to the other foot.
I wanted each sensation I was creating for her to spark emotional responses that awakened her to how exquisite she was.
When I reached the beginning of the scar, I stopped and took a moment to take her in, trying to gage what her reaction would be to what I was about to do.
Compassion bloomed in my heart when I met her eyes and saw her discomfort.
“Do you mind if I touch you here?” I asked, tracing my fingers around the contours of the twisted muscle and puckered flesh.
Her breath hitched, and her body shifted as if to alleviate the discomfort my question brought.
“It’s ugly.” She shrank away from me a bit before taking deep stabilizing breaths.
“Nothing on this beautiful body of yours is ugly,” I countered, ready to go head to head with her till the end. “You can argue with me about that, but you won’t win.”
She would see her beauty. She would know herself as well as I was getting to know her.
“But—”
“This scar is not ugly, it’s a part of your story.” I traced my finger gently along the line, weaving in and out of the stitches as if restitching them with my care.
She relaxed beneath my touch, and I smiled and continued to kiss up her leg, inching my way ever closer to her glistening pussy, moist and ready for me.
She gasped as I licked the top of her thigh, my tongue dipping into the depression where her leg met her hip. Her hands flew into my hair, clenching, holding on as I moved closer to her center. I almost dove right in, nuzzling my nose into the well-manicured tuft of dark hair guarding her entrance.
I kissed across her hip line and back to her mound, teasing, until I moved lower and brushed the flat of my tongue up her slit. Pushing her legs farther apart, I admired her sex until she squirmed from my appraisal. “Beautiful,” I murmured, and it was. Soft peach-colored lips, rosy-pink folds. Her deep rose center was silky and inviting. I kissed around the edges of her entrance as she wiggled her hips and let out a long, low whimper.
“So ready.” With one finger, I stroked lightly down her center to her tiny opening, sending bolts of sensation through my own body. She shivered and bucked.
God, I wanted her. Couldn’t remember wanting anything, anyone so much.
My control slipped, and I buried my face in her and lapped her petals, sending her body writhing and making her cry out. A rumbling moan filled my chest as her body begged for more beneath me. But I was going to enjoy every minute of this. I spread her wider with my thumbs so that I could taste her inside and out.
Finding her engorged clit, I flicked my tongue across it several times before taking the nub inside my mouth, sucking hard. I wanted to devour her, she tasted so good. Moving lower, I dove in, reaching as far into her as possible with my tongue. She bucked, and her hands fisted in my hair, her breath coming between low moans. I loved making her come unglued.
As soon as my finger joined my tongue, circling her clit, tracing her boundaries, dipping inside, her hips thrusted upward, and she screamed out my name. As she shuddered and bucked, I worked her harder, faster, wanting to push her until she could think of nothing but me.
My own straining member was begging to get out of its prison and into her heaven. My breathing, which had been stable and in full control, now began to heave as I couldn’t sustain myself much longer.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her arms flopping down by her sides.
I wiggled my eyebrows when she opened her eyes. “I’m pretty good, huh?”
She laughed, which was the response I was hoping for. “It’s hard to tell, I have nothing to compare it to.”
“What?” I was genuinely surprised. No one had pleasured her like this before now? Why the hell not? I found the answer in her eyes. “Adara, you deserve to have this done to you every single day. Maybe more than once. I may, as a matter of fact, put that on my daily schedule.” I waggled my eyebrows again. “But only if you tell me how damn good I am.”
She slapped my head playfully, that sweet laugh filling the room once again. “Okay, you’re damn good.” She moved up on her elbows. “I know you said this day was just for me, so does that mean I can have anything I want?”
I kissed her inner thigh. “Anything.”
She grinned and licked her bottom lip. “Take off your pants.”
My cock pulsed in approval, pressing painfully into the zipper of my jeans. Pushing off the bed, I unfastened the button and wrangled them down my legs, kicking them to the side. “Better?”
Her grin grew wider. “No. Boxers too.”
I loved this playful side of her and wondered how long it had been since she felt this comfortable with another person. And I was glad she was this comfortable with me. I watched her watch me push my boxers down, her eyes widening as my cock popped free. Her gaze was almost a caress.
“Oh my. I think you have a freaking monster between your legs.”
I laughed, ridiculously pleased. Not just at the compliment, but at how comfortable she seemed to be with me. “The better to make you come over and over, my dear.”
She rolled her eyes and kicked me in the thigh as a pretty pink spread to the exposed part of her face I could see. How I wished she would let me take the mask off. Trust me with all of her. But I could wait. I would wait until eternity if needed.
Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out a box of condoms and tossed a couple on the bed. She raised an eyebrow. “More than
one?”
I ripped a packet open with my teeth. “Yeah… many more.”
Her eyes flared, and she watched me roll a condom down my length. I hated using it, hated the barrier it would create between us. I wanted to bury myself inside her heat, feel her wetness slide across my bare skin.
She ran her hands down my arms, and I felt the answering twitch in my overactive groin. A soft moan escaped her lips, and the sound spreads like a salve over my soul. She touched a place so deep inside me that I never even knew it existed. Since Savie’s tour bus broke down on the country road, my whole life’s been imploded and what I thought I knew has been replaced only with a riot of sensations.
I stared down at her beautiful face, only made more alluring by the mask she wore. But despite the intoxicating exotic quality of the mask, I wanted more and more for her to reveal herself to me. I wanted all of her.
“You ready?” I kissed her again, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and running my hand down her abdomen, letting one finger dip into the line of her sex. “Or do you want a little more prep time?” I teased as I trailed all my fingers down the sensitive skin of her pussy, playing along the folds, smoothing her juices over them.
Begin thicker than most men, I worried my size would give her some discomfort, so I made sure I got her ready. When her breath was coming in pants and she couldn’t keep her legs still, I moved over her and positioned myself at her entrance. Gliding my cock over her folds was sweet torture. Her hips undulated as I rocked myself against her pussy, clenching every muscle in my body to keep from taking her fast, rocketing deep inside her.
She was so slick and ready. Her hands grabbed my buttocks and brought me in closer as her tongue delved deeper into my mouth. I groaned as I pushed just the tip into her.
Damn, she was like a vice, so I spread her legs wider and lifted her bottom up to change the angle. I slid in slowly, watching her face as I fed her inch by inch. I was shaking by the time I was seated completely inside her. Holding myself there, I took her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes. Wonder was what I saw there first, then a connection leaped between us that took my breath. When I’d recovered, “Beautiful.”
I pulled back, glide out to the tip. She arched her neck, throwing her head back, her mouth dropping open. Faster this time, I pumped into her, rocking my hips, filling her. Her hips ground against mine, tiny mewls expression her pleasure. I took her mouth again as I withdrew, working my hips to the place I was looking for.
When she gasped, I angled harder, giving her more pressure.
“There,” I whispered as she began to clench around me.
She bit her lip and threw back her head, her fingernails digging into my arms. I couldn’t keep the devilish smile from my face as I pulled out and hit her there again, watching her body quake with arousal.
I continued to pump into her with small thrusts, making sure to hit her G-spot until I couldn’t take it anymore. Her tightness sheathed me so beautifully, her pussy hugging my dick. I loved it, but my groin was twisting with heat, and I could feel the tension in my balls. I needed harder, or I thought I’d go mad.
I brought her knees up to my chest and thrust all the way in. She bit her bottom lip and said my name on a gasp, arching up to meet my next stroke. So perfect.
I leaned into her, my heart beating through my skin onto her naked chest. I cupped her breast in my hand, squeezed and dipped down, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. “I need harder,” I whispered, praying she would want it too.
Her nails raked my back as she met my next thrusts with her own. “Please.”
That was all I needed. I laid more of my body weight on her as I pistoned deep into her. My mind was a blur of smoke and fire, her heat beckoning me to enter her farther. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she raised up off the bed, and we came together in a frenzy. She wailed as her pussy clenched around me to an almost painful degree, then releasing and contracting in waves. It was all I could take, just a few more pumps, and I came hard, shouting my release into her neck.
As we laid there, our bodies still connected, sweaty and out of breath, the emotions I had for her made my eyes prick with burning heat. I realized I craved this connection with her and didn’t know how I’d done without it even this long.
It scared me, and not many things did. I wanted to keep her here. Force her to stay with me, never leave my side.
But she’d been a prisoner to so many things in her life, how could I ask her to stay here with me so far away from everything else? To continue to hide?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Adara
After making love, he laid next to me as we intertwined our fingers and caressed each other gently, our bodies coming down from the glorious high we’d reached. I’d never been to the place he’d taken me.
He was an incredible lover, and every inch of my body felt adored and ravaged. And beautiful. Even after we climaxed, he stayed in me and gently rocked in and out, massaging my tender insides as shock waves pulled us back down into bliss.
It was the most incredible sensation. I never wanted him to leave me, so when he did pull out, I felt his loss. Instead of getting up and wanting to leave, as I assumed he would, he stayed with me and wrapped me in his arms. He only got out of bed to toss the condom in the trash, then came right back to me. Even hot and sticky, we didn’t want to leave one another.
I was in a beautiful daze, so far from Jewel and all the worries that I needed to give my attention to. At that moment, I didn’t care about them — I was in heaven. When the sweat on our bodies cooled, and we began to shiver in the cool room, he drew a sheet up over us and kissed my forehead.
“That was incredible, thank you.” It had taken this long to finally find my voice after such an intense experience.
“I should be the one thanking you.” He stroked my shoulder as he pressed his nakedness against my hip.
“Why?” I stroked his velvety cock, loving the feel and size of it. My eyes widened as it swelled beneath my hand. “You did all the magic.”
He snort-laughed. “It took you to make the magic. Just being here and letting me in.” He tapped my head, signaling that he meant letting him in my world, not just my body. “That’s all you had to do.” He scooped up the hand playing with his cock and kissed it. “I’d stop doing that though, unless you want to spend the rest of the day in this room, me fucking you over and over again until we die of starvation complicated by dehydration.” He kissed my hand again and set it over my stomach.
“Wasn’t that the plan?”
“Eventually.” He kissed my cheek, then my neck, and gave me a naughty glance as he popped my nipple into his mouth, making it peak with excitement.
“Is there something else you’d rather do?” I sucked in a breath as he moved to kiss then nibble my other nipple.
“Right, yes.” He changed gears. “How about a soak in the hot tub? It’s the perfect time of day for it. The sun’s about to set, we can watch it with a glass of wine as we’re massaged by jets.”
“Yeah, that’d be fun. I don’t have a suit though.”
He shrugged. “Too bad. We’ll have to skinny dip.”
“Do you think anyone will see us? Didn’t you say there’s a neighborhood right over the ridge?”
“Do you think they’ll move out if they see my scary big cock?” I guffawed out a laugh and covered my mouth with my hand. “Cause if that’s all it will take to get rid of the Nouveau, we’ll ride over there naked on the side-by-side too, just to make sure we really terrified them.” He teased as he got up off of the bed and stretched facing the window.
His long, lean body framed by the waning sunlight made him look like a god. A day’s worth of stubble shadowed his finely chiseled chin and his bronze-colored eyes almost glowed. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. He looked like he should’ve been on a billboard wearing Ralph Lauren underwear and not behind a desk at an outrageously successful dot com.
“Sorry, you’re
way too good-looking. They’ll probably invite the relatives to move in too, and then they’ll all be out there every day, camped out on the ridge with their binoculars, trying to see if they can get a look at your big dick and bare ass. There’s no hope for you.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate. You’ve got the very same problem, except without the dick.” He sighed a big dramatic sigh, trying to keep the smile off his lips. “Should we go and give them a show then? Chance it?”
“Let’s do.” I stood up and leaned over to the chair beside the bed to get my brace and put it back on.
His expression sobered. “Can you walk without the brace?”
I looked down at my twisted leg. “I can, but it’s not pretty.”
I ripped open the Velcro, but before I could put the brace on, he swooped down on me, hoisting me into his arms and toward the door. “I like having you at my mercy.”
“No! Anything but that!” I playfully shouted. “Put me down!”
“Not till we get to the water.” He started walking in awkward stomps, making apelike grunts as he carried me to the back deck and sat me in a chair while he uncovered the hot tub and checked the temperature. I liked playful, goofy Roman. He was fun.
I shivered, and he immediately scooped me up again, and it dawned on me that this man knew what I needed almost before I did. He kissed me as we sank into the hot water until the bubbles teased me, slick and delightful, like his mouth on mine. Then he let me go, I found a jet and we both let out long groans. The water was so hot, and it felt good. Luxurious. I hadn’t relaxed in so long I’d almost forgotten how.
We lounged in the massaging heat, practically boneless. It had been such a great day — he’d made it such a great day — I was truly happy.
When I got tired of playing footsie with him and he looked like he was almost asleep, I splashed him with water.
“What was that for?” His eyes lit up and took on a mock stalking expression. “It looked like you’re asking for trouble.”
