by Jillian Neal
“Come on, darlin’, just let it go for me. That’s it. I know you need to come. I can feel it. I want you to let everything go.”
Hope’s body jerked and convulsed. She felt completely out of control. She tensed and tried to fight the all-consuming feelings he gave her, but that proved pointless.
“Just let it go, baby. I’ve got you. I want it. Give it to me.”
She let go. Finally, she allowed the overwhelming sensations to own her. No longer able to fight the hot lashes of his tongue on her pussy that made her body feel as if she might explode in the next moment, Hope felt her soul unhinge. Her head shook back and forth. She lost herself, and gave everything over to him. Everything around her spun away from her understanding. Pure pleasure erupted from somewhere deep inside her core as the exquisite pressure finally became more than she could withstand, and she flew. Her body throbbed out it’s all-encompassing bliss.
Brock felt her come in hard pulses against his tongue as he made another sucking lick. He softened his grip on her and consumed the juices now seeping from her slit. “That’s it, sugar. God, so good. I could eat you all damn night.” Never in all of his life, never with any of the dozens of other women he’d been with, had anything ever tasted so sweet. The heat of her nectar filled his mouth and a sense of purpose and contentment filled his soul for the first time in his entire life.
She continued to shake with her first orgasm as he made one more slow passage between her lips with his tongue and then joined her on the bed to wrap her up in his arms and give her a place to recover.
Hope buried her face against his chest as he cradled her head in his left hand and drew her body to his with his right.
“That’s what you should have felt every time you’ve been with a man.”
Her breaths were haggard draws. She clung to him tightly, needing to know that he would catch her when her body decided to finally allow her to return to earth. She refused to open her eyes until the waves of her orgasm released her from their constraints. Something deep inside of her settled. Contentment filled her. Some connection she’d never had before became all that she would ever need. How did she explain that to him?
“Open your eyes and look at me.” He whispered.
She shook her head and listened to his soft chuckle. “Don’t go to sleep on me. I’m not near done with you.”
“Brock, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do that again. I feel … kind of … shaky.”
He brushed a kiss in her hair. “Shaky is good, and you sure as hell can do it again, darlin’. I’m gonna see to it. Then I’ll hold you all night and let you sleep, but not until I know you’re sated. Not until we’re both thoroughly spent. I’m gonna worship you over and over again. You sure as hell need more than that.”
He drew soft waves down her body with his fingertips. Tracing over each of her nipples and the slight curves of her breasts then down to her bellybutton. Her abdomen tensed, and she tried to concentrate on Brock’s fingertips. Never certain which part of her body he was going to touch next had her on edge with a desperate need to fall into his capable arms again. She now fully understood why women loved having sex with an attentive and consummate lover and why they felt let down when they didn’t climax. However, she still wasn’t certain how anything could feel so good. The orgasm drawn from his tongue still had her entire being flying, and quivering, and desperate for more.
She felt selfish. So far she’d been on the receiving end of most of the attention. Trying to concentrate, she located his cock with her hand and stroked over his head. She felt a slippery bead of liquid drip from him. She wanted to taste him as well. Leaning upwards she tried to move so she could get her mouth to him, but he halted her progress.
“Not tonight, sweetie.” He shook his head and used her new position to squeeze rough handfuls of her ass. He rubbed her body against the strain of his cock. Another desperate moan quaked from her lungs. His head throbbed against her clitoris and she was certain if he would just keep doing that she would come again.
“But I want you to teach me. You said you would.” She had no idea how she managed to argue with him. Being stubborn clearly came very easily to her. Her eyes rolled back as he continued to taunt her inner lips with this cock.
“I’m gonna teach you how to love my entire package with your mouth, sugar. Believe me. But that lesson isn’t going to be tonight. First of all, if you wrap your beautiful lips around me, I’m gonna end up washing your mouth out with my cum. I’m hung so hard for you I may blow on my first thrust. Secondly, tonight is all about you, Hope. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you be dirty for me later. Now, spread those legs for me again, and let me touch you.” For a brief moment, Hope contemplated how he could talk about things like washing her mouth out with his cum and still sound so insanely sweet. She decided that his sexy, sinful, husky, cowboy drawl was definitely her undoing. The graveled tenor it took on when he was aroused and talking dirty was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard, and she wanted nothing more than to obey his every request.
She felt his index finger slick through the wet heat that seemed to form readily at his touch as she spread her legs. He taunted her opening and then, mercifully, he eased his finger inside of her. “My God, you’re so tight, sugar.” He grunted out his deep appreciation. “You’re gonna feel incredible.” His talented fingers seemed to locate her g-spot with ease. He pressed in further. “It’s deep isn’t it, sugar. You can’t reach it, can you? Just let me take care of you. Tell me how good that feels.”
“It’s so good,” she managed in a half gasped breath. Her body writhed again.
“Move with my hand, baby. That’s it. Just like that.” He guided her body in steady rhythm against his hand as he carefully added another finger and pressed deeper again.
Methodically, Brock stroked and revealed another few secrets. She didn’t respond as frantically to his timed caresses of the coiled nerve endings deep within her pussy. Good. He loved when a woman made him work for it. He loved the build up and then the explosive reward that came from a slow timed heightening of insatiable need.
No one that had ever taken her without loving that sweet little clit would ever have known. Dragging his thumb through her heat again, he gently teased her hood. The response was immediate. Her moans came without end. The volume of them increased along with his greedy hunger. Oh hell, she was too much. He envisioned flipping her over, pulling her up on her knees, and pounding into her. Ravenous desire shot through his veins and added to the unbearable pressure loaded in his cock. Tonight, he was taking this slowly; he had to remind himself numerous times. He’d provide her blended orgasms without end if she’d allow it.
With every tender prod of his thumb, her body began to tremble. Her pussy pulled his fingers deeper. “That’s it. Just let it come for me again. Let me have you.”
She required less coaxing this time, and again she came fast and hard. She’d needed to be undone for so long. Her body shook with the sensations of being freed.
When she finally stilled against him, his cock was throbbing constantly against her thigh. “Sugar, I don’t think I can wait much longer. Are you ready for me? God, I need you. I need to be deep inside of you. I need to feel your tight little pussy draw against my cock. I need you to milk it for me, darlin’. Pull the cum from me. Make me explode deep inside of you.”
“Please.” She whimpered and bucked. “Please, now.”
“Damn, you begging for it is so fucking sexy.” He was lost in the sound of her pleas, the astounding feeling of her body moving with his, and the magic that they created together. The rest of the world melted away in their heat. Nothing mattered. Nothing but her pleasure.
“Please, please. Oh, God, please.” She writhed with every stroke he made. He couldn’t do it. Impatience and greed consumed him.
She was his, and he was about to show her that. He crawled over her, dropped low, kept his weight on the mattress, and tried to gently enter her. She drowned him in liquid honey that
could only have come from heaven. Her pussy tugged and flexed against him instantly. He clenched his jaw and ordered himself not to lose it all. He grunted, and a shuddered moan escaped him as he pressed further, unable to help himself. His greed drove him to own her in entirety.
A growl tore from his lungs, and Brock felt his entire body tense as he thrust faster and harder, unable to help himself. Euphoria sizzled in his veins. She was made for him alone. Every satin hollow of her, he filled completely as if her body was sculpted to fit his. He’d had every kind of sex there was to have. Everything from mundane to kinky, and yet this with Hope was the most astounding thing he’d ever felt. His entire body responded to hers. Reaching his hand down, he began to tempt her clit again as he drove his cock deep within her.
The shame he’d shouldered his entire life loosened its chocking constriction from his soul. Her body not only took his in, her heart accepted him, washing him anew from the horrors of his past. He took her offered redemption with greedy thrusts, desperate to baptize himself of all of his confusion and disgrace. Their souls mingled and then joined. He belonged. Finally, here, now, he belonged to her.
She shook, and he lowered his head to hers to take her lips in a deep, drawing kiss. He needed to consume every piece of her. His tongue moved against hers in the rhythm he set with his cock.
Every silken ripple of her pussy threatened to do him in. Her walls continued to flex against him, tighter and tighter. He lost all ability to think and let the guilt he carried as a constant companion evaporate in the humid air surrounding them.
She rendered him mindless, and his responses came from instinct alone. With another few strokes of her clit, he lifted his hand away, grabbed both of hers, and pinned them to the bed over her head, pounding into her.
“All mine, sugar. You’re all mine. Come.” He growled as sheer pleasure shot through his cock. It bordered on pain, and his orgasm barreled through him. His body flew with the sense of relief. She came on his command. Milking and flexing around him as she shook with the release. His name spilled from her mouth in a groan of supreme fulfillment. Perfection. How could he possibly have deserved that level of heavenly bliss?
Bone deep satisfaction satiated him as a hard jet of his semen released, but in that moment his mind snapped to.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” He pulled out quickly and watched the rest of his release spill onto her stomach. The imagery made him throb yet again.
To add to the all encompassing perfection, her unending moans washed over his chest as he collapsed against her. Panic tried to formulate in his brain, but only a sense of liberation and purpose formed in his soul. It washed the worry from him. Yet the sense of completion never came. He’d never get enough of her, never get enough of the atonement that came with Hope. His body was sated yet still longing for more. He couldn’t even find it in himself to fret over the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy. Something deep inside of him wanted that with her.
“Why did you do that?” she gasped as he grabbed tissues from her nightstand and attempted to clean her up.
“I forgot the condom. I’m so sorry. I just lost myself. I swear I’ve never ever forgotten it before. I’m clean.”
“Oh.” His pulse steadied with her grin. “Well, I’m on the pill, remember? That was incredible, but next time I think I really want you finish inside of me.”
A shuddered moan escaped him without his permission.
“I haven’t had sex in years, and what’s-his-face did always wear a condom.” She sighed contentedly.
Brock couldn’t hide his smile. She’d forgotten the other guy’s name. Good. She was his.
When he regained the ability to breathe, his mind attempted to reorder itself. What the hell had just happened? Everything in his world was suddenly at peace despite the fact that he’d forgotten the condom. Somehow, he didn’t care. He didn’t want anything between them. He wanted to own her in entirety, and that realization should have scared the shit out of him, but it didn’t.
Gently, he eased away from her, allowing her to head to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. She’d been put on the pill a few years ago because she had horribly painful and irregular periods. Brock knew this. He’d just somehow forgotten in light of becoming her boyfriend, or lover, or whatever the hell he was now. He used to bring her ice cream and let her lay in his lap on her couch while they watched movies until she was feeling better. It broke his heart for her to be in pain.
Still trying to make sense of what had happened, he’d wondered if not being in physical contact with her for a moment might give him time to understand where that level of connection had come from. It didn’t. His entire body ached to hold her again. Being away from her physically hurt. It was torturous. As soon as she returned to the bed, he drew her into his arms and up onto his chest.
“You okay, darlin’? Was that too much? I meant to take it easy, but you … well, you just kind of made me lose myself there at the end. I swear, Hope, I’ve never forgotten the condom before.”
“It was amazing.” Her voice shook. She sounded like she might cry. Panic surged through his veins. Clearly, he’d done something very wrong.
“Sugar, what is it? Just tell me. Did I hurt you? Are you freaking out?”
She shook her head against his chest. “No. Nothing hurt except when I got out of bed. It was like my body needed to be back with you. I know that sounds crazy. I shouldn’t have said anything, but it scared me.”
“Hope, sweetheart, I felt the same way, okay? You don’t sound crazy to me.”
“Can I ask you one more question?”
“Sure.” He brushed kisses on her head and eased her hair behind her shoulders, desperate to reassure her.
“Does it always feel like that for you? I mean … when you’ve been with other women, did you feel like that? Were you that close to them? Like you were a part of them?”
“No.” He managed the one word, not certain what else to say. He didn’t understand it himself.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not lying to you, Hope. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“Okay, well, then, what does that mean?”
“I don’t really know. Why don’t we get some sleep, and we’ll see how we feel tomorrow, okay? I know you’re exhausted.”
“Do you promise not to leave?”
“I swear. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Ever? If only that were possible. Forever wasn’t something he could give anyone and most certainly not Hope. She deserved so much more.
Nine
It took Hope several long minutes the next morning to remember that something unexpected had happened between Brock and her the night before. She didn’t know what it would’ve been like with other men, but something that magical could only come from being with Brock. What had happened between them the night before and what happened when they really awoke?
Deciding to think about all of that later, she allowed the peaceful relaxation that had taken over her body to continue to permeate her bones. There was a tender, rubbed sensation between her legs that wasn’t at all unpleasant either. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so relaxed or had felt so safe. Brock’s chest was better than any pillow she’d ever slept on, and his strong arms formed a sanctuary around her that she never wanted to vacate. He was still sound asleep. Hope let her eyes peek open to study the raw masculinity that was Brock Camden in the morning. His hair was rumpled and his muscular body relaxed under hers. That scent of his musk, outdoorsy and virile, was stronger, sexier even. With a deep breath, she grinned, something she very rarely did in the mornings before several cups of coffee.
Forcing her eyes to close again, she shifted slightly. He moved with her, automatically, so he could hold her close again. He was protective of her even in his sleep. With a soft, contented sigh, Hope immediately fell back asleep. There was no need for the night to end, even if the sun was coming up.
Keeping Hope tucked to his side, Br
ock ran his right hand over his face. He’d never before slept so late or so well. What the hell had happened to him last night? First he’d experienced sex in an entirely new light, one he never knew existed and wasn’t entirely certain could ever exist with anyone but Hope, and now he’d slept until almost eleven.
On the ranch, he was always the first one up and out saddling the horses, ready to work. It made him feel alive. It gave him a sense of purpose. Now, he rose long before six to start roofing in the cool morning hours. It didn’t provide him the same sense of purpose, but it did give him something to do, something to succeed at. Absolutely nothing had given him that sense of satisfaction and contentment, the sense that he was here to do more than pretend to exist; nothing until he’d made Hope all his own the night before.
Hope lifted her head from his chest. She blinked several times and then shot up out of the bed. “Oh no! It’s Sunday!”
Furrowing his brow, Brock attempted to guide her body back to the mattress. His skin ached for her heat. What the hell? “Uh, I was gonna go with, ‘Mornin’, sugar. How’d you sleep?’ but I guess, ‘Oh no! It’s Sunday,’ works as well.”
“Brock, it is after eleven on Sunday!”
“K, on top of the most amazing sex I have ever had, l also slept longer than I ever have in my entire life, so you’re gonna have to caffeinate me before I’m able to decipher what you’re freaking out about.”
He watched her race to her dresser. She halted abruptly as her body twinged. Quickly crawling out of bed, he wrapped her up in his arms. This, he had been expecting. “How about that bath, darlin’? I know I stretched you last night. I was too rough. Let me take care of you. I know you’re tender.”
“I’m okay, but believe me, I wish I could get in the tub with you, that sounds heavenly. But I have to pick up my aunt from church in approximately twenty minutes and take her to the Lobster Shack for brunch so I can be forced to sit through the weekly assessment on everything I’m doing wrong in my life.”
