He forced a smile as he searched his mind for something witty to say. Her bare feet padded even closer. Suddenly she encompassed him, encircling his head with a pair of velvet arms, pressing two firm breasts to his face. Her robe parted and he inhaled the sweet succulence of her body, wondering what he’d done to deserve this.
“Can you read my thoughts?” she purred.
“I can,” Jacob moaned. “But I’m not sure I’m up to the task.”
She backed up a step, breaking their link. He followed her gaze, as she glanced at his lap and the tented towel, then giggled.
“Well, you’re up already, so what’s the problem?”
He squirmed. He recognized the hungry look. Sighing deeply, he pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her waist, and explained an unavoidable dilemma.
“I can’t put any weight on this knee. A lot of time has passed since I made love to a woman, but I know I need both knees to do the deed, so to speak.”
A wink of understanding sparkled in her eyes. She nodded, stepped back, and let her robe slip from her shoulders. Caught off guard, he gasped at her fully displayed nakedness. The tight confines of her shower had made it impossible to see most of her glorious curves. The low light of her cozy bedroom’s lamp cast a soft orange glow, causing shadows to sculpt her body.
She was magnificent, all curves and dark valleys. A low growl marred the silence before he realized it came from his throat. He locked his gaze on her face, but his attention refused to stay there. The moisture dotting her breasts sparkled like tiny diamonds, while his heart spun dangerously out of control.
When she knelt in front of him, the air surrounding them grew warm, as did his body. She pushed away his towel without taking her eyes from his face. Mesmerized by those blue eyes, Jacob missed the meaning of her next sentence.
“We will work it out somehow.”
He suddenly realized her intentions. “No!”
She tilted her head to the side, staring up at him, her lips moist and parted.
“I appreciate the thought,” he moaned. She had nearly filled her mouth with his cock, but he had other plans. “I want to do this with you. Together. On the bed.”
“But your injury is—”
“I’ve come up with a way around that, but…”
“But, what?” She slowly stood then waited for direction.
His cheeks burned when another problem came to mind. “I’m mortified to admit I don’t have protection with me.” The words choked in his throat. “I never planned to be doing anything so wonderful today. Forgive me?”
***
Destiny’s lips curved in a smile of relief. “Oh…I have condoms in my drawer. So, what can I do to help?” Would he think her loose, or just prepared? Before she could contemplate this further, he spoke.
“Help me swing both legs up onto the bed.”
She did as he ordered and cradled him with gentle pressure. Completing the task, she then pushed him so he lay back. ”Rest your head on my pillow.”
It felt odd to issue instructions to a teacher. The man searched her face for something, as she shoved another pillow under his injured knee. She couldn’t help but notice his thick cock straining toward his belly. As she stared, it twitched.
“Comfy? I want you to relax and let me do everything.” Destiny opened the drawer of her nightstand, pushed aside several items, and came up with a package of condoms.
“Ta da!” She nearly laughed at Jacob’s wide-eyed stare. And when she sat beside him and ripped open the package, his gaze followed her fingers. She unrolled the thin sleeve onto his rigid erection. He groaned and clutched his bruised knee. As he relaxed and breathed through what must be horrible pain, she refused to meet his gaze just yet.
The steely softness of his cock, locked in her hand, trembled. She stroked it several times, feeling it stiffen, then moved to join him on the bed. She straddled him, careful not to nudge his injured leg.
Leaning forward, she brushed his lips with her mouth. Denied one pleasure, she meant to savor another. Loose locks of her hair fell over her shoulders, cocooning them in a cavern of gold. Heat pulsed off his chest. Her breasts hung down and his chest hair teased her nipples into rigid points. Kissing him, her tongue delved inside, swirling in his mouth. He leaned up to meet her, but she released his mouth, and pushed his shoulders down. Pulling back, she leaned down and licked his right nipple.
Jacob came alive. He reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, and Destiny sunk close enough to kiss his mouth once more. Then she made him groan louder, as she teased him, pulling back again. She locked her gaze on eyes nearly hidden by afternoon shadows.
“You taste of fresh mint and smell of vanilla beans,” he moaned. “Delicious.”
A shiver raced through her. Losing herself in the pleasure, she returned her lips to his and let him deepen their kiss. She allowed him to force his tongue between her lips, letting both dance. When she murmured her pleasure with sounds of deep content, he took it further and plundered her mouth.
He captured her alive, and she loved it.
Throaty growls erupted from Jacob. He pushed aside her loose hair to slide hungry kisses down her neck. While he nipped the flesh all the way down her throat, she rode above his cock. Hard and pulsing, it twitched with obvious anticipation.
When his lips returned to her mouth, she accepted his tongue’s sensual caress again. She relished the warmth of his hands, as they massaged her breasts. Heat spread down her chest to her belly.
His sweat’s musky scent filled her nostrils, jolting Destiny’s heart into beating faster and faster. Her pulse thundered in her ears, ratcheted to a crescendo by Jacob’s moans, while her own anticipation grew. She moved over him, rubbing her pulsing nub along his hard shaft.
“I’m going to take your mind off your knee, Jacob. Forget the pain. Close your eyes and fill me.” Destiny slipped one hand between her thighs and guided him home, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction, as he filled her to the hilt.
Sitting straight and still as a Greek statue, Destiny watched him squeeze his eyes shut. Full to bursting, she caught her breath and reveled in the sweet sensation of his throbbing cock inside her. These feelings surprised her, and her belly tingled in response.
That’s a first.
No man had ever given her anything as sweet and hot as Jacob. With his large hands still massaging her breasts, she took the initiative and rode him.
“Go slowly, my sweet. I want to make this last. Ahh,” he groaned, “but, you feel so good. Ride me. Use me to summon your own pleasure, but do it before I explode.”
She didn’t understand.
Pleasure myself?
Too embarrassed to admit she’d never ridden a man before, she kept quiet.
“I love having you on top.”
“It makes sense for me to be on top.” Worried about his injuries, she still wondered what he expected to happen. The few times she’d let a man make love to her, nothing came of it. Oh, the man left satisfied, but she came away wondering what all the fuss was about.
Within moments, Destiny’s body began to experience strange sensations—ones even more pleasant than when she’d slid down his shaft or when he cupped her breast in the shower.
“Jacob, I’m new at this.” These unusual feelings threatened to make her moan embarrassingly. She might be doing it right, after all.
Jacob opened his eyes at her statement. Had her candor surprised him? Did her inexperience surprise him? His body trembled below her, and then he smiled.
“You are perfect. Keep doing what you’re doing,” he gasped.
Destiny sighed.
Next time I’ll take him in my mouth…
As if reading her mind, a decadent smile crossed his face. Her blood heated, and she rode him faster and faster. Her body melded with his, while heat and flame built higher and higher.
She gazed down at him again. A sudden yearning made her search his face for clues. Was he experiencing a man’s pleasure?
Could she be the reason for his sly smile? She marveled at his slightly parted lips and shuttered eyes. His thick brown lashes quivered with each rapid intake of his breath.
A light dusting of whiskers shadowed his high cheekbones. The formerly pale skin beneath flared red, while tiny drops of sweat pooled in the shallow cleft of his chin. His pulse beat rapidly along the taut muscles of his neck, the same time his chest heaved with each thrust.
He’s impaling me each time I move. Hot Damn!
Slick with sweat, the rest of him glowed with healthy color. His long, brown hair lay damp and unruly against her pillow. Contentment now mingled with rapture, glowing bright as he neared his climax.
Her own body had never fluttered with such lovely stimulation.
“Ah, love, you sense it, too? I’m holding on best I can. I want you to come. Let go, and pump my cock with your orgasm.”
The words rang foreign to her ears. Former lovers grunted, ejaculated, and left her bed in short order. Confused, but highly aroused, she focused on the here and now. She focused on having a handsome, naked, man under her. She focused on sliding up and down his thick cock.
Perspiration dripped down her back, and she shoved at strands of hair, plastered to her neck. The scent of their sweat filled the air, as a fascinating tremor built. Forming down deep inside, it pulsed through her body, and she craved more. Her partner’s face reflected her shudder, and a myriad of exciting changes poured more color into his cheeks.
Filled with the knowledge she might be the cause of the rapture-filled expression, her own pleasure built. The unfamiliar intensity caused her to hesitate. He must have noticed her sudden lack of movement, because his hands slid from her breasts and grabbed her hips.
“Don’t stop,” he demanded. “Let the joy take over.”
His teeth clenched, as if attempting to delay his own gratification, and his words made her heart do a crazy flip-flop. His massive hands pushed her to continue her motion and forced her to ride him even faster.
“That’s it, that’s the way!”
Her breath caught, as inner muscles clamped around his engorged flesh. His body stiffened the moment her climax pulsed around his cock. A surprised cry burst from her lips, and Jacob rose to capture her mouth, embracing her within his muscular arms moments before she felt him explode.
CHAPTER 7
Jacob awoke to the tantalizing smell of fresh brewed coffee. He cursed under his breath, and chided his carelessness.
“I left the coffeemaker on last night.” As he rose from bed, pain shot across his left knee. Breathless, shocked into a frozen position half-on and half-off the bed, he realized it hadn’t been a dream.
“Dear God! My hike up a mountain trail, the naked woman under a waterfall, and the trek to this cabin really happened?” He sat perfectly still, trying to catch his breath. When he’d gained better control of the pain, he glanced around the room.
I am definitely not in my bedroom.
Beams of soft light shone through the slats of wooden shutters. Whitewashed walls reflected the light, and flowered curtains framed the windows.
His eyes lifted. Colorful silk butterflies hung from the ceiling, making him laugh. Sobering, he recalled the woman who slept in this fairyland, and how he’d tasted her deep, dark valleys.
I am damned to die a slow death.
A fluffy wool rug, the color of green apples, warmed the floor. The radio on her nightstand lay quiet, but he remembered when soft tunes had emanated from the speakers, as they made love all afternoon…and night.
And what a night.
Jacob swallowed hard. Destiny was so pliable, and handled him with tenderness due to his injury. The hours they’d spent together were the most sensual and pleasurable he’d ever experienced. When she’d risen above his face and insisted he lick her until she climaxed again, his heart and mind had flown with her, as she gripped the headboard. He relished how she’d moaned, while his tongue ventured into her moist hidden spaces. He’d joined her in rapture so intense he found it hard to believe she hadn’t laid a hand on his body.
When has that ever happened?
“Never,” he sighed.
His attempt to get out of bed had worsened the dull ache in his injured knee. Her clock showed how late he’d slept. But, he had no place to go and no commitments on Sundays. Of course, she might want him out of her way. She’d had time to think more about what they’d done. Did she regret their lovemaking?
He assumed Destiny was a young college student, and he held a rank of authority. Hadn’t she mentioned seeing him at the dining hall? What must she think of him? How could he take advantage of someone so young, and how could he get out of this mess?
“Time to get up,” he sighed. He sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and planted both feet on the floor. He sighed again at the memory of why he felt physically drained—what they’d done all night. The long hike had absolutely nothing to do with how he felt right now.
“God!” He ran a trembling hand down his face. “Last night actually happened.” Heat swept his face at the realization that he sat naked on the dainty bed of a young woman he barely knew. The bedroom door opened.
“Good morning, Professor Oliver.” She padded across the floor in bare feet, cradling a steaming mug of coffee between her hands, with the scent of apples and cinnamon trailing behind. An uneasy smile slid across her face, as she glanced from his assuredly flushed face to his naked groin.
Then, she smiled.
“How’s the knee this morning?” She bent to set the mug down, then turned on a bedside lamp.
He forced his eyes from the center crease of her loosely tied robe while he formulated how to get out of his predicament.
“Bad,” he moaned. “I guess I’ll need my crutch to get home, and to the doctor. Don’t want to fall on my face.” Jacob loathed doctors. He pushed back memories of months of rehabilitation as he rubbed both palms up and down his face. He needed a shave, but he had more immediate things to think of.
“You’re to stay put, because I called my friend Josie. She’s a paramedic on the Fairfield Fire Department ambulance squad, and—”
“I don’t need help from—”
“Don’t argue. You’re to keep your entire leg immobilized. I’m to wrap you up mummy-style with this ace bandage,” she said, pointing to a beige roll of cloth sitting beside the radio.
With a smirk, she added, “just the knee, of course.”
“Fine. Is that my coffee?”
She shifted her gaze away from his groin.
“I like mine black,” he added.
As if she hadn’t heard him, she turned and tuned the radio to a station playing soft music, and let her robe drop to the rug. She stared straight at him as she knelt between his legs.
His heart went thump. Staring down at her, he lost himself in her sky-blue eyes. Not another word passed through his suddenly dry lips. To take his mind off her loveliness, he asked, “Are you baking an apple pie?”
“Coffee and apple crisp can wait, but I can’t,” she purred.
Before he could think of any words to deter her from her intentions, hot, moist lips encircled his half-erection. A few quick strokes of her hand along its length made it swell and pulse. When her other hand cupped his sac, he arched back, nearly falling across the bed.
He shoved his hands behind him to keep his body upright, and peered down at her golden head and listened as she explored his length. The sight was worth the feelings of guilt hovering over his heart.
No way am I missing a single moment of this.
***
Much later, Destiny reheated his coffee, and brought him a plate of what she called quick apple crisp. Returning the mug to him as he lay blissfully content on her bed. While he sniffed the plate, her slim fingers wrapped his knee with the bandage while her silky lips kissed him from toe to thigh.
“What exactly is this?”
“Josie and I went apple picking last weekend. All I did was peel, core, and sl
ice the apples, then dotted them with a mixture of flour, brown sugar and spices. Try it?”
“He shoveled a forkful into his mouth, and moaned. Tart apples and sweet brown sugar teased his taste buds, but he nearly choked when Destiny’s hand slid higher up his thigh.
“Sorry,” she said, but he didn’t miss her sly smile.
Watching her, Jacob finished the apple crisp and sipped his coffee. Suddenly exhausted, he set the plate and mug on her nightstand then relaxed back into her pillow. Even from there, her hair smelled sweet as it cascaded over her shoulders and between the lovely breasts visible inside her robe.
When she finished, Destiny stood with her hands on her hips. “Your only mission today is to rest. I washed and dried your clothes. I’ll drive you home whenever you wish. I also called the police.”
Jacob’s body stiffened suddenly.
“Relax. I told them what happened in case you were missed and let them know your car is parked at the trailhead.”
“Thanks. I never thought to call them.”
“I didn’t know your license plate, and you didn’t tell me the color, but I suppose there aren’t too many Land Rovers around here.”
“It’s a bit ostentatious, but I used to take trips into the mountains and—”
“And?”
“Long story.” Why bring up painful memories now? He saw no need to dwell on things long dead, like his perfect life—before my accident.
“If you want, we can call a tow-truck, but the police don’t plan to ticket you. Besides, I understand, now.”
“Understand what?”
“I had an orgasm. While making love on top of you.” She hesitated.
“I don’t understand,” he said. She’d changed the subject, but surely she didn’t mean to say this had been her first. My God! How young is this woman?
“I’ve never made love in that position before. I’m sure the newness of the situation might have something to do with the outcome. I’m curious to know if it could happen again. Another way. Will you teach me something else, Professor?”
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