by Tara Nina
His smile brightened his face, bringing out those sexy dimples. He reached underneath the bed, pulled out an average-sized travel bag and unzipped it. She couldn’t see everything he had in it, but that didn’t matter. He filled his palm with vanilla-scented cream, rubbed his hands together then captured a foot. Coolness coated her skin for an instant before he made quick work of warming it with his palms as he massaged her foot, calf, knee and thigh. Evan administered tender care to her entire leg like no one ever had, not even a paid masseuse. This was ten times better.
“Your legs deserve attention, tender care.” He reinforced his words with repetitive sensual strokes, working cream into her skin. “Gentle massages, long soaks in the tub, and the finest of moisturizer to keep them soft.”
“As long as you’re the one applying it,” Temair stated coyly.
He grinned at her. “Anytime, my lady, anytime.”
When he finished with her legs, he stood. “Now, let’s get you into a more comfortable position so I can rub your back.”
Temair’s insides knotted in anticipation of the perfect massage. If he had her legs feeling marvelous, the rest of her was in for a treat. She eased back onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach. The mattress dipped from his weight as he maneuvered into position. Temair got comfortable, snuggling into the pillow. Chills shot from the center of her spine to her head and down to her toes the moment his slick hands touched her flesh.
Oil coated her. The more he rubbed, the warmer it became, sending tingles to her core. Her pussy clenched each time he palmed her ass, massaging and rolling her cheeks. Moving slowly up her back to her shoulders, he brushed her hair to one side and kneaded her neck. Then worked in circles, alternating between light and hard pressure, using every part of his hands like well-honed instruments, relieving even the minutest ounce of tension and turning her on at the same time.
The instant his hands brushed across her ass again, moisture filled her pussy, gearing her up for another sampling of Evan’s cock. Instinctively, she arched her hips and spread her legs slightly. The bed shifted and coolness coated her flesh from the momentary loss of his touch. She heard the rip of the condom package then Evan moved between her thighs. Strong hands gripped her hips, caressed her ass and guided her onto her knees. He surrounded her. His chest warmed her back. His solid cock was pinned against her ass.
Evan practically growled in her ear. “I need you now.”
His sheathed cock penetrated her pussy in a slow, tantalizing motion then slid back, just as slowly. Temair moaned in delight. This new low-speed fuck increased her need and lifted her spirits to the edge of ecstasy. She bit the pillow, fighting the urge to rise up on all fours and force him to switch gears into a fast, hard pump.
Sensual tension percolated within her as if he were creating the perfect brew. Slow. Deep. In. Out. Temair shivered, enjoying every second, every delectable glide of his cock, coaxing her inner muscles into a blissfully slow orgasm. Heat coiled in the center of her pussy and finally burst, spreading through her entire being. The waves of pleasure washed over her again and again. He gripped her hips and his pace remained steady, yet she sensed he struggled to remain in control.
When she intentionally squeezed, holding his cock in tight, he groaned her name as he came. “Temair.” He collapsed, wrapping himself around her. In one fluid motion, he brought them onto their sides, where she nestled into the cocoon of his warmth. Neither spoke for several long seconds.
“You feel so good I really hate to do this,” Evan whispered against her ear. Evan left the bed for a few moments, went into the bathroom and then returned.
He slid in behind her and tugged her close. With him wrapped around her, she snuggled into a comfortable position and relaxed. Never had she felt so at peace. Every ounce of her was satisfied. He’d fed her, rocked her world up against the windows, orally pleased her, relaxed in the tub with her, given her a great massage and then fucked her slowly until she’d practically imploded from the orgasm.
Damn. He was sensational. This was the best date she’d ever experienced.
Temair lay in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breaths. She couldn’t help but smile. It seemed obvious by his loosened grip around her waist and the sound of his breathing that he’d fallen asleep. So much for the younger generation being able to outlast the older. She breathed in deep, taking in as much of his scent as possible. It soothed her. He was the perfect man.
A girl could get used to such treatment. She sighed, then her insides coiled tightly at the thought that slid into home plate next. Was she falling in love with Evan? Oh god, she wasn’t sure. She knew she liked him, loved what he did to her and the way he made her feel, but was what she felt turning into more than hot lust for a younger man?
Temair had difficulty sorting through her thoughts, her feelings. She doubted she could ever have a trusting relationship again. She stared at the ceiling. Look what love and trust had gotten her in the past. Swallowing hard against the sharp, stabbing sensation cutting through her chest, Temair tried to staunch the memories rushing through the floodgates she’d held them locked behind for so long. That last night with him, fists hitting her, his loud drunken accusations and then the fall that permanently changed her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shoved his hated image from her mind and tried to focus on the now.
But doubts continued to flog her brain with questions. Evan was younger. Did he want kids? A wife? Would he want more than she could give? What if he didn’t feel the same for her? Had she let her imagination run wild thinking they might have a future? Was she wrong to even think that way? What if this was just a holiday fling for him? Could she handle that? Was that something the younger generation did for a thrill, hook up with an older woman—a cougar? Temair’s thoughts screeched to a halt. She’d never thought of herself as a cougar before. But wasn’t that an older woman who chased after a younger man? In this instance, he had done the chasing, not her.
As if he sensed her inner turmoil, his arm tightened around her waist, closing any gap that may have slipped between them. Sleepily his lips brushed her ear as the heat of whispered words sent chills dancing along her skin.
“You need your rest, my lady. I’ve got so much more planned to share with you.” His sensual soft tone eased the tension in her chest somewhat. Not completely, but enough to make her relax.
Temair forced her insecurities aside. She wasn’t a cougar. He had done the chasing. Not her. The thought slipped through her mind, untying the knot in her chest just a little bit more. Lying here with him was exquisite. If this was all they shared, a week of pleasure, then Evan was an experience she didn’t want to miss.
With Evan, she decided she’d take it one day at a time and see what happened. That was all she could ask and hoped it worked that way for him as well. Temair closed her eyes, letting the warmth of him surround her and smooth away any wrinkle of doubt and insecurity that lingered. He may not be her future, but he was the salve her soul desperately needed to heal the wounds of her past. And for now that was enough.
* * * * *
The magnificent scent of bacon filled the air. Temair’s mouth watered as she rolled over and stretched. Was that coffee she smelled as well?
“Ah, you’re awake,” Evan said. “I ordered breakfast. I thought you might like a leisurely morning in bed. And what better way to start it off than with a healthy, energy-replenishing meal.”
Temair sat up. Seeing him in the doorway with a tray in hand melted her heart, but it was the sexual promise in his eyes that set her soul on fire. He truly was the perfect package. She scooted out of bed and stood.
“I need to freshen up first,” she said. He set the tray on the bed, grabbed the robe and helped her into it.
After brushing a light kiss to her cheek, he replied on a husky breath, “It’s a rainy Sunday morning. Are you game for staying inside? My outdoor plans have been placed on hold.” He paused, gave her a playful look and a drop-dead sexy grin. “For now.”
When she returned from the bathroom, he beckoned her to join him in the middle of the bed. He sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the tray table perched between them. Once Temair was settled, he poured her coffee, then his.
“Mmmm,” she sighed after taking a sip. “Just the thing I needed to jump-start my blood.”
His eyebrow arched as he peered at her over the rim of his cup. Those sexy dimples couldn’t be missed, nor could she ignore the innuendo in his husky tone. “I can think of a few ways to stir your body to life other than coffee.”
“I’m sure you can.” As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. “But I need food if I’m even going to attempt to keep up with you.”
He lifted the covers off their meals and grinned. “Bon appétit, my lady.”
Her morning couldn’t have started off any better. They sat feeding each other, talking and laughing as if they’d been together forever. She liked the fact he seemed more at ease over breakfast and revealed tidbits about himself and his personal life. She learned he had a brother, who he backpacked across Europe with during the summer after he graduated from college. His parents were retired professors living in a quiet suburb outside London. And he… He spent most of his time searching the world for the next great phenomenon in the jewelry industry.
“Have any luck at the convention?” Temair inquired, trying not to sound as if she were prying. But she’d heard a rumor that Deidre Delany had signed a rather significant contract with an undisclosed company right after the convention. Jealousy brewed in her gut to think of Deidre anywhere near Evan. She quickly took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to prevent that unwanted emotion from showing if she spoke again.
“I believe that I did,” he stated without elaborating further. He stood, removed the tray from the bed and took her empty coffee cup. After fluffing the bed pillows and stacking them neatly into a pile behind her, he instructed her to slide back and make herself comfortable.
Temair did as he asked. Evan pulled the travel bag from under the bed beside her feet then settled on his knees next to it. He scooted into position, laid a towel across his lap and placed one of her feet on his knee. Opening the bag, he pulled out several items she recognized. When she gave him a confused, pursed-brow look, he simply explained in a low, husky tone.
“I’m giving you a pedicure, my lady. Just lay back and relax.”
First he removed the polish from her toes, explaining as he worked. “As a young lad, I realized my fascination with feet. One of my many odd jobs was in a nail salon. I worked as a pedicurist.”
Delicately, he caressed her foot with lavender-scented massage lotion from toes to ball to arch to heel and back up again and again. Moisture formed in her folds and her pussy clenched with each tender circular motion of his thumbs. Temair forced her hands to remain folded in her lap as she watched Evan administer loving care to her foot. His expression was priceless. His eyes seemed glazed with lust and he swallowed a lot as if it took extreme effort to control his actions. Inwardly she smiled, knowing this was a schooled man in the art of foot and leg loving and she was his apt pupil.
When he finally finished the massage, he lowered that foot to his knee and picked up the other foot. With the same gentle care, he gifted it with a phenomenal massage that had her hot and horny, but somehow she managed to control herself and not jump his bones, which was exactly what she wanted to do. He had her relaxed and sexually tense at the same time. God, his hands were truly magnificent when it came to a foot massage. He touched all the right spots that kept her body humming for sex.
With the task of the massage complete, he selected a color from the box. After a quick application of alcohol to remove any cream from the massage lotion, he blew on her toes. Chills shot straight up her inner thigh and speared her pussy with need. Damn, this was the hottest pedicure she’d ever gotten. She knotted her hands tightly in a ball and focused on his skilled fingers as they performed the perfect play. He inserted hot-pink foam toe spacers, then shook and opened the deep-red polish.
For a split second, she saw his hand tremble right before he applied the first coat of polish to her little toe. Slow and methodical, he painted each nail with precision. She noted sweat beaded his brow and he appeared as if he was in total concentration on the process. When he completed one foot, he looked up at her.
“There’s a reason I don’t do this as my job anymore.” His voice was thick and hoarse. He gathered her unpainted foot in his hand and guided it toward his lap. A solid rod of hardened cock met her touch. She brushed open his robe with her toes and it sprang upright at full attention. She couldn’t help but smile.
“So your job became your passion,” she stated as seductively as she could.
“Yes.” He practically croaked as he captured her foot, stopping her caress of his cock. “It seems getting a boner wasn’t a plus at the nail salon.”
When he bent to paint her other toes, she couldn’t help but tease him. “I like the feel of your cock between my feet. It turns me on.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and his tongue darted across his lips. “Honey, you’re not helping. I’ve got to finish painting your toes or you’ll be uneven.”
Temair pressed back into the pillows and swallowed hard. She desperately wanted to fuck him. The pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his cock teased her beyond belief. It was obvious he definitely loved the attention he administered to her feet. But when he was done, she planned to ride him into oblivion. She fisted the sheets and watched him coat her nails with the deep-red polish. After applying two coats to each toe, he added a layer of clear then blew across them for several seconds.
Every ounce of her was on fire. The heat of his breath sent multiple shock waves of desire up the insides of her thighs, causing her pussy to weep with need and tighten internally with the desperate desire for his cock. Evan’s gaze locked on hers. The look of a man tortured by his passion filled his expression and she wanted nothing more than to ease his sexual tension.
Temair held his gaze. He lifted her feet, kissing each arch as he placed them flat against his shoulders. She felt the bed shift as he tossed the nail supplies into the bag and gathered something out of it.
“This is why I was fired from that job, Temair. I had great difficulty focusing on the simple task of giving a pedicure without my cock getting hard.” His grin turned sheepish and his gaze darkened. “Not all the feet that I handled turned me on, but the ones that did…” He sighed. “Those I wanted desperately to lift to my shoulders like this.” She heard the whisper of the condom package rip. “And fuck.”
She licked her lips as she forced her gaze to remain on his, though she itched to watch his hand glide along his penis, sheathing it with the condom. “And did you? Did you fuck your clients, Evan?”
“Only the ones who took notice of my passion,” he replied. “Some of them invited me into their homes to give them private pedicures.”
The hesitation in his eyes couldn’t be missed. It was the first sign of vulnerability she’d seen in him. She knew he waited on her to either condemn him or accept his actions. It surprised her to learn that it turned her on knowing he’d shared this passion with others. She couldn’t stop the smile that split her lips and loved the erotic timbre her voice seemed to have taken on as she answered, while slowly sliding her foot down his abdomen to fondle his cock.
“Evan, it is your passion that has me in desperate need of a good fucking.” The sound of him sucking in air between his clenched teeth the moment her big toe smoothed the pre-cum on the head of his cock empowered her to continue. “Your profound understanding of the most sensual spots of the foot and leg has me aching for your cock. One has to practice in order to master their skills. And you, dear Evan, are the master and I am your pupil. Teach me.” She ran her toes back and forth along his solid rod, leaving a faint tra
il of nail polish in their wake and watched his eyes close as if he struggled to maintain control. “Teach me every nuance of this sexual art.”
His eyes opened wide as he grabbed her ankle and returned it to his shoulder. His voice sounded gravelly and strained. “Let the lessons begin.”
Evan gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy. Temair gasped, meeting his thrust with a solid pelvic push of her own. She wanted this, hard and fast. She needed his cock pummeling her pussy.
“Fuck me, Evan. Harder. Please fuck me harder,” she managed to command in between inhaling oxygen in rapid succession. The foot massage, the sensual pedicure, his honest admission of his fetish addiction had her hot and horny.
The harder he pumped, the wetter she became. Temair kept her feet firmly planted on his shoulders, anchoring herself so she could match his frantic pace. Tension coiled deep within her pussy, wanting for just the right stroke to implode. She loved the feel of him caressing her legs as he fucked her. It increased her need with every tender touch of his fingertips. When he cupped her foot in his hand then nipped the inside of her arch, she rode the tidal wave of pleasure to the brink but hovered on the edge. She wanted more, that extra something to wash her over the ledge into oblivion.
Caught up in the passionate heat of Evan’s talents, Temair didn’t realize he released one leg and reached into his bag of tricks, which still sat on the bed beside them. Faster and faster he pumped, then suddenly he slowed for a millisecond as he opened her ass cheeks with the finger of one hand, readied her anus with a quick finger of lube then before she could react, he slipped a slender vibrating dildo into her ass.
Temair froze. His predatory gaze captivated hers. “If you want me to stop—” He drew his cock out leaving only the plump head inserted as he gently inched the vibrator forward.
Tension of a whole new kind controlled her libido. Vibrating fingers ricocheted along her spine to the top of her head and back down again. Damn. She’d never experienced anything like this. Uncertainty tainted her emotions. This definitely was labeled as taboo in her book, but she couldn’t deny it felt good.
