by Lyndon, Sue
“It’s as bright as daylight out there,” Gina corrected her, knowing even her daughter’s fears weren’t taking precedence over the needs building in her body. Sometimes, a mother had to be a woman first.
“It’s a great night for a walk.” Luc appeared behind his pregnant wife, his hands sliding over her swollen belly. “There’s a full moon which makes the snow as white as day, and your mother is able to make her own decisions.”
“But the baby…” Sadie’s voice tailed off, and for a second Gina hesitated. Sadie was very close to her time.
“The baby isn’t ready yet,” Luc chuckled. “And Gina isn’t going very far, are you Gina?”
“No, I won’t go far and I have my cell phone in my pocket.” Gina smiled her thanks to Luc but she could see he had an ulterior motive if the kisses on the side of Sadie’s neck were anything to go on. “I need a bit of fresh air and I think you two would appreciate a little alone time.”
Gina closed the front door softly behind her. Sadie was occupied by her loving husband and wouldn’t be rushing to the window to watch where Gina walked. Neither had Sadie noticed that in her hand Gina carried the sexy red heels she’d been wearing. The sturdy wellington boots would ensure her safety in the thick snow of the sidewalk although she would change back into her killer heels before she entered Noel’s home.
The door was unlocked as promised, and a gentle night light pulsed in the corner. Locking it behind her, Gina quickly replaced the boots with her sexy shoes, and slowly walked into the hallway, towards the light and the soft music playing in in the next room.
Chapter Four
“Hello.”
Noel sat in a high-backed chair facing the fire. His already dark hair looked darker and shone with the weight of wetness. He’d showered, Gina mused, as though he knew she would come to him.
“Hi,” she said softly, her voice fading under the force of his powerful stare. He stood, a hand held out as he slowly stepped toward her.
“You look terrified,” he said, a warm smile curling his lips. “But you don’t need to be. I won’t hurt you, I promise and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” His fingers were cool on her skin as he gently tugged her toward him, his arms moving around her.
She laid her cheek against his chest where the shirt he wore revealed smooth skin.
“I don’t know why I’m here,” she admitted.
“Yes, you do,” he chuckled. “You’re curious, but cautious and you didn’t know if this was for real or not. Still, you took the chance, slipping out of your daughter’s house at night and sneaking over here to find out if I meant what I said.”
“I didn’t sneak,” Gina insisted but the rest was true. She did want to know if he’d spoken the truth.
“But you’re here, and I’m glad you are.” His arms tightened a little around her as he began moving to the soft notes of the tune playing. She moved with him, her hips swaying and her heart pounding. Surely, he could hear that?
A man began crooning a ballad about two lovers meeting secretly away from the eyes of the world. She felt Noel’s hands begin to move, dropping until one of them rested on the curve of her bottom as it slowly lifted the hem of the dress upwards.
“What are you doing?” she asked, unsure of herself and him.
“I can stop.”
“I didn’t ask you to stop. I asked what you were doing,” she said, her voice stronger than she expected it to be.
“I’m lifting your skirt so I can touch the skin of your bottom,” he explained, without a hint of embarrassment. “I want to test a theory.”
“What theory is that?”
“I think your bottom will be velvet soft and I’m eager to know if I’m right.” A soft sigh from Gina revealed when he had reached his objective. “I didn’t expect stockings. Did you put them on for me?”
Chapter Five
Gina laughed as she sat on the comfortable couch. Noel leaned forward, handing her a glass of rich red wine. It wasn’t as sweet as the one she’d enjoyed earlier that night but it was pleasant enough and the company made up for it.
“Have your parents gone out for the evening?” she asked, her eyes taking in the sight of the decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the room and the mass of cards adorning every surface she could see. Would they be back any moment to discover their son with her? She’d known Marcie and Joe for many years and didn’t want them to find her in bed with their son.
“They went to Tampa for your stupid husband’s wedding. They won’t be back until the end of the week so you don’t have to worry about them walking in on us. Besides, you locked the front door, didn’t you?” he laughed as though knowing the images she’d created in her head.
“What are you doing now?” Gina asked, as Noel sank to his knees in front of her.
“I’m not proposing,” he grinned. “But I made you a promise and I always keep my promises.”
“Do you?” She tried to ignore the touch of his warm hands on her knees and the glint in his eyes. One of them had to be sensible.
“Always,” he sighed, as his hands slowly pushed the hem of her dress up the length of her thighs. She sat back, her eyes closed as though she was too embarrassed to witness his actions. The time to be sensible was quickly disappearing. Shouldn’t she stop him?
She gasped as the softness of his lips caressed skin above the cover of her stockings. He chuckled softly. The warmth of his breath caused a gush of sensuality throughout her body as a tingle of excitement beginning to build. She felt the pull of his teeth as he bit down on the edge of her scarlet panties and began to tug at them.
Encouraging her to lift her hips, he dragged them off her body although she still hadn’t opened her eyes. If she couldn’t see what he did, then she could pretend that this was nothing but a sexy dream about a sexy man.
“Beautiful.”
Gina’s eyes flew open at the sound of his voice and she looked down at the man who knelt between her thighs. He wore a dreamy smile as he leant forward to place a tender kiss on a part of her body which had never been touched in such a way. She couldn’t pretend that this was a dream any longer.
“Oh no, you can’t,” Gina gasped as she felt the intrusion of his tongue, but her protestation meant nothing to him, and as he delved deeper, she became less keen to stop him. His hands were gentle as he urged her knees further apart, giving him deeper access to her sex.
“So beautiful,” he sighed again as though worshipping at a holy temple. His tongue found special places which made her cry out in surprise and she discovered she didn’t want him to stop. He was the first man who’d ever wanted to caress her in such a way, and she wanted to know what would happen once this bubbling feeling of deliciousness grew beyond control.
His tongue lapped as though he was a cat stealing the cream, and she moaned low, an emotion taking her by surprise as a rush of pure uncontrollable pleasure crashed through her.
“You enjoyed that,” Noel chuckled, sitting back on his heels and relishing the sight of the woman returning to sanity after her incredible orgasm. “Don’t say you didn’t.”
“It was incredible,” Gina admitted. “I’ve never…”
“Never come,” he asked, “or never had a man lick you before?”
“Both,” she dropped her head, as though ashamed of her confession.
“We’ll have to do it again then, won’t we?” he grinned as though proud of her admission, “but first we have other delights to discover.” He stood up, offering his hand to help her to her feet before reaching behind her, his fingers deftly sliding her zipper downwards and easing her dress off her shoulders. He leant forward to kiss her neck, sliding the scarlet straps of her bra down her arms.
His mouth caught a nipple before she could protest and she sighed deeply. She’d forgotten how good
it felt to have a man do that. Greg was more of a do the business and get off kind of man.
“So, you like that too,” Noel chuckles, as though his world revolved around how many ways he could give her pleasure, and as though reading her thoughts, he said. “Tonight is about you, my beautiful Gina. I want to make you shiver with bliss, and cry my name in delight.”
Chapter Six
“Where are we going?” Gina asked as he led her by the hand up the thickly carpeted stairs. She held onto her dress, covering herself with her free hand but didn’t pull away.
“We can stop any time you want to,” he paused to look back at her.
“I didn’t say I wanted to stop,” Gina smiled and took a step toward him. She stretched up on her toes to kiss his lips as though to express her approval before stepping back and awaiting his next move.
“This is my room.” Noel pushed the door open and moved out of her way so she could enter before him. “But, understand that if you enter this room of your free will, I won’t let you leave until both of us have experienced deep, satisfying pleasure.”
“Is that a promise?” Gina asked, gliding past him to move into the center of the room which was lit only by a single bedside lamp. “Because you always keep your promises or so I’ve heard.”
His warm chuckle and his arms snaking around her waist was her reward as he reined tender kisses down on the nape of her neck. She shivered as she remembered reading somewhere the neck was an erogenous zone. She’d never believed it before but then Greg had given up kissing her years ago.
“Are you cold?” he asked in between kisses, and as she shook her head, he gently urged her dress down her body. “You have a lovely bottom, so curvy and crying out to be caressed.”
“You can tell all that by just looking at it?” Gina asked. “Did you finish proving your theory?”
“That’s the thing about theories,” Noel whispered as he slid to his knees. “They need a lot of information and that includes experimentation.”
Gina turned her head as much as she could to spy the younger man on his knees behind her, his hands slowly cruising up her legs, from the lengths of her red heels to the smoothness of the back of her thighs. His lips followed on, soft kisses causing shivers of delight to flare through her entire body.
“I wish I had a camera. You’re incredibly sexy standing like that,” Noel teased.
“A camera, oh no, you can’t!” Gina protested, spinning around in dismay.
“Relax, I wish I had a camera but I promised we wouldn’t do anything you don’t want,” he soothed, his mouth moving to kiss the top of her thigh, his breath tickling her. “I think I like this side of you the best though.”
“No camera?”
“My camera is downstairs, along with my cell phone. We are making sweet memories and no one will know about this unless you tell them.” He made another promise, one he had every intention of keeping. He rose to his feet, his eyes caressing every inch of her on his way up. She wore only the scarlet bra, pulled off her breasts and black stockings which made her legs look long and very sexy. “You don’t need the bra. I don’t want you to hide anything from me. I want to see it, to touch it all and to taste every delicious inch.”
“I can’t believe someone like you would be interested in me,” Gina cried, tears flooding to her eyes. Her body could scarcely be called slim, her belly bore the marks of carrying Sadie and her breasts hung lower than she would have liked. He was young, good-looking and could have any other woman he liked.
“You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he whispered into her hair as he held her close but he paused as he felt her move. “No,” he sighed, stepping back to observe her.
Gina lowered her hands to cover her breasts and belly ashamed that they were not picture perfect. She was very aware as she stood naked before him that he was still fully clothed. She felt vulnerable and sorely conscious of her many imperfections.
“I love this part of you.” He tugged her hand away so he could rest his palm on her slightly rounded tummy. “It shows that you’re a real woman and not one of those faked flat models plastered all over magazines. When I hold a woman I want to feel softness and warm flesh, not skin and bones.”
“I don’t understand why...” Gina began but his softly spoken words interrupted.
“I find you incredibly attractive, Gina. You feel right in my arms and I don’t want you to doubt my motives. I want to make love to you, I want to feel you shudder under my touch and I want to know what you feel like inside,” he told her, his eyes capturing hers.
“I can’t marry you,” Gina stuttered, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.
“You can’t?” he asked, with a broad smile. “That’s a bit of a relief because there’s a woman waiting for me to propose when I get back.”
“You have a girlfriend?” Gina cried out in dismay. Was she leading this man into unfaithfulness? She’d been hurt by Greg’s betrayal and didn’t want any other woman to feel the same. Perhaps, she shouldn’t be here. What had she been thinking?
“She’s my ex-girlfriend. Jan left me, thinking I would propose to her but I don’t want to be pushed into anything,” he admitted. “I’m not sure I’m husband material.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, with regret in her voice. “Maybe I should leave.”
Chapter Seven
“Leave? Why would you want to leave? We haven’t gotten to the best bit yet,” he asked, a frown crossing his brow.
“You have a girlfriend and I know what it feels like to be left behind, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone,” Gina sounded close to tears. She was a silly fool, taken in by a stranger’s sweet talk
“Gina, she left me.” Noel reached to capture both her hands, holding them to his chest. “She’s been hinting about marriage since our first date. I thought she’d grow tired of it but she couldn’t see beyond the big white wedding dress and the guest list. You’re not hurting anyone. I’m not hurting anyone. Tonight is about pleasure, yours and mine.”
“How can I believe you?” Gina didn’t fight the hold he had on her hands, he seemed to be the anchor keeping her tears at bay.
“Believe this,” he told her, taking her left hand and lowering it to the bulge in his trousers. “I want you, no one else, just you. I can’t fake this.”
Gina gasped, her fingers tracing the line of his erection. He felt bigger, firmer than she remembered of Greg and he didn’t seem to mind her touching him. Greg had always complained it would set him off too early.
“Is that for me?” Gina lifted her head to stare in his smiling face.
“Can you see another gorgeously naked woman in this room?” he asked, holding her other hand to his lips and breathing soft kisses onto her palm. “I’ve been hard ever since I saw you in that red dress and those incredible shoes.”
She mirrored his smile as she breathed in the truth in his words.
“That must have been uncomfortable at dinner,” she teased, as she slowly lowered his zipper. She wanted to know if he were as big as she suspected.
“Very,” he grinned back. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to come visiting tonight and thought I would have to relieve myself.”
“Would you have thought of me?” she asked, her fingers touching firm, smooth skin and enjoying his gasp of pleasure.
“Oh God, yes,” he inhaled sharply at the touch of her fingers.
“I think you are a little over-dressed in the circumstances,” Gina told him in a stern voice.
“I think you might be right.” His voice was soft, breathy and just a little hopeful. He dropped her hand to turn his attention to the buttons on his white shirt.
“Let me.” Gina gently slapped his hand away so she could slowly, oh so slowly release the buttons.
“Woman, you are killing me
,” he sighed as she took her time removing his shirt.
“You are very handsome, you know that, don’t you?” she laughed as she threw his shirt onto the carpet before turning her attention to the buckle on his belt.
“Of course.” his chuckle warmed her ears as she knelt before him.
“We can stop,” she looked up at him, a smile on her face as her hands pulled his trousers to his ankles.
“I didn’t say I wanted to stop,” he repeated her words.
“I never wanted to try this on Greg but I feel a need to taste you. Do you mind?”
“Do I mind?” Noel lifted his head, his laughter fading under the touch of her breath on his hard length. “Now, you’re killing me.”
Gina lent forward, placing soft kisses on his upright shaft and gently blowing on the large bulbous head. She relished his muted groans and the effort it took him not to grab her head to force her into the promise she offered.
“He’s weeping,” she said, knowing her warm breath brought shudders of delight running through him. “Is he unhappy?”
“He’s crying because he knows there’s a better place waiting for him.” Noel’s hands brought her to her feet, a question on her face. “Do you want to stop?”
Gina shook her head. Oh no, she wanted everything he had to offer and more. She glanced at the bed and back at him. Taking one step forward, she held out her hand, led him to the edge of the bed and said,
“Do you want to stop?”
Chapter Eight
His lips were hot, demanding and she knew neither of them was going to back out of this, not now. His arms held her to his chest, the feeling of warm skin on skin delightful to her. How long had it been since she’d been held like this? Had Greg ever held her in such passion? She couldn’t remember, but she would never forget this moment.
