She lifted one foot out of the mound of material and then used the other one to kick the discarded pants off and over closer to the dresser. Now dressed only in a pair of bikini panties and a barely there bra, Porchia stilled, letting Darren study her.
His sapphire-blue eyes darkened with desire as his gaze rode up and down her exposed skin. She shivered under the intense stare, and at the same time felt pieces of her melt into her core.
“More?” Her voice was thick with lust.
“More,” he growled. “The bra.”
She unclasped the bra and let the straps fall down her arms. For a minute, she continued holding the loose cups over her breasts. She’d never stripped for a guy. As nerve-racking as it was, it was also highly erotic and extremely arousing for her too. She was strung as tight as a bow string. Would she simply explode the first time he touched her?
Gathering up her courage, she tossed the bra across the room to join her T-shirt.
He held out his hands. She laid her fingers on his and he gently pulled her toward him.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The gravel in his voice drove a chill down her spine.
His gaze glided slowly from her face to her breasts, which swelled and grew heavy under his intense look. Her nipples tightened and her areola puckered. His study of her body slowed at her abdomen, where she sucked in her gut as much as she could, before he again stilled on her mons covered by her thin, peach-colored silk panties. Leaning over, he put his mouth on her mons and gave her an open-mouth kiss. With a groan, he drew in a deep breath.
“I love how you smell, how aroused you are right now.”
He was right. She was so turned on, and yet he’d barely touched her. He held her hands as though holding her in place, as if she could walk away from this…from him. Impossible. Her legs were trembling. Her knees were weak. How long could she remain standing before she melted to the floor in a heap?
“Spread your legs.”
The command sent a gush of arousal fluid to her panties. He knew what he was doing to her and he was loving it. But then so was she.
As he’d ordered, she separated her legs. Her knees shook just a little. Her heart pounded so violently against her chest she was sure he could see it.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, he said, “Leave them there.” He looked at her, his eyes so filled with desire she felt an old-fashion swoon coming over her. “I am so crazy about you, Porchia. I want nothing more than to show you, make you believe in me, in us.”
And then, just when she thought she couldn’t be any more turned-on, he put his hands on the insides of her thighs, pushed her stance as wide as she would go, and put his mouth on the crotch of her panties. He sucked, pulled the silk with all her fluids into his mouth. She looked down and was so overwhelmed with the vision she had to shut her eyes. Darren between her legs, sucking on her as though she possessed the only life-sustaining fluid, had to be the most erotic view she’d ever had in her life. She moaned and arched her hips forward to give him better access.
He must have liked that, if his low growl was an indication. His reaction only spurred her on. Using his shoulders for stability, she moved her hips, grinding her aching groin into his mouth. He tongued her, shoving the silk and his tongue inside her. She swayed, her legs shaking.
Then he bit her, just a nibble through the silk, but hard enough to catch her vulva lips in his teeth.
She hissed in a breath. “Payback will be a bitch, cowboy.”
He laughed against her sex, blowing hot air on her. “Oh, honey. We’ve just begun to play.” He gave one long lick along the crotch of her panties. “Let’s get these off you.”
Pulling her legs together enough to release the tension, Porchia reached for the elastic holding the bikini panties up. He knocked her hands away and grabbed the material to jerk it down her legs. Once she’d stepped free of the material, Darren pitched them in the corner.
His gaze dropped to her feet and crept up her body, slowing when it reached her sex and again at her breasts. A thick blanket of warmth rode up her body along with his gaze. Trickles of fluid ran down her inner thighs.
“Damn, Porchia. Just damn.”
His gaze moved on up to meet hers.
“Get on the bed, on your knees. Face the headboard. In fact, hold on to the headboard.”
She climbed onto the mattress and rested on her knees. As he’d instructed, she grasped the headboard.
His broad, hot hands wrapped around her ankles. She caught her breath, waiting to see what he was going to do. At first, he made no movement, but she knew he was studying her ass, could probably see the glisten from her arousal as liquid continued to dribble down her thighs.
He traced his thick fingers along her calves to her knees, followed by the palms of his hands up her inner thighs.
“You’re so wet, so turned on.” He tongued the watery secretions from her thighs. “Honey. You taste like the sweetest honey imaginable.”
He pressed on her thighs. “Open wider for me.”
She did, moving her knees to spread her legs.
“What a beautiful sight. You’re so pink and so swollen. That I get to taste you is my best fantasy ever.”
The tip of his tongue dug between her vulva lips, separating them, licking a long path between the sides.
As suddenly as his tongue was there, it was gone. The bed shifted with Darren’s weight, and for a minute Porchia feared he’d stopped. But then something tickled her thigh. She glanced down and almost collapsed from the sheer eroticism of seeing his face sliding between her parted knees. He’d turned to lie on his back and position himself under her, his mouth below her sex.
Using the flat of his tongue, he stroked it down her center.
“Spread your knees for me, babe. Bring yourself to my mouth.”
She did. He stabbed his tongue into her vagina, as deep as it would go, moving it in circles and taking it out long enough to lick her clitoris. He moved his hands to her ass, holding each cheek in the palms. He used his hold to move her, angle her in different ways, hold her still so he could torture her again and again.
Her legs began to quiver. It was impossible for her to move her gaze from where he was licking and nibbling on her like she were ice on the sidewalk on a hot day, which was a fitting thought given she was sure everything inside her had melted and was now flowing down to her center.
He put his lips on her clit and sucked on it. She groaned and, if as of their own mind, her hips began to move and grind on his mouth. With his teeth, he bit her labial lips, licked the bite and did it again. Over and over, he would lick, stab into her canal and suck various pieces of flesh between his lips.
For her part, she couldn’t remain still. She humped, grinded and gyrated against his mouth. She was dying from all the tension inside her. Her muscles were tightened to the point of near cramping. At the headboard, her fingers were white from the pressure of her grip. The bed banged on the wall as she pulled on it for leverage.
“I can’t stand this much longer,” she said in a strained voice. “I’m going to come, Darren. And soon.”
He didn’t reply, only tongued her clit with circular swipes. He walked his fingers down her ass until both hands were between her legs, then he pulled his hands around her legs. He massaged the underside of her thighs while using his thumbs to spread her labia wide.
“What a view,” he muttered. “So pink. So swollen. So wet. Gorgeous. So mine.” He pushed one thick thumb inside her while his mouth worked her nub.
That was all she could take. Every muscle tensed and he pushed her over the edge. Her climax shook her, sent her muscles into spasms. She cried out, arching her back, banging the headboard on the wall.
As the orgasmic force began to ebb, he jerked her opening down to his mouth, drawing violently on her, sucking her flesh into his mouth.
She cried out as another, even more forceful explosive wave rolled through her. Her entire body shook from the power of
her release.
She screamed his name.
Her legs weren’t going to hold her up much longer. They were weak, shaking.
“Stay right there,” Darren ordered. “Don’t move.” He shimmied out on his back and disappeared from her view. She heard his zipper followed by the ripping of foil. And then he was back.
She adjusted her hold on the headboard, praying it would support her for whatever else the man had in mind.
“Sorry, but this is going to be fast and hard,” he warned. “I’m so fucking hard I could hit a ball for a homerun. Instead…” he grabbed her waist, “…I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to do for months.”
He thrust into her from behind, shoving himself to the hilt. Her breath rushed from her lungs in a gasp. Her vaginal walls stretched to an almost painful level to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than any of her past lovers. Longer. Thicker. Meatier.
Shoving her hips forward, he withdrew and slammed in again, pounding himself inside her. She arched her back. He angled her hips higher and rammed her again, this time hitting a spot she’d never believed existed. She gasped and cried out as he continued to beat against her G-spot.
Her orgasm stuck her with a solid punch and rolled from her head to her toes within an intensity that produced tears. Liquid ran from her eyes and from her vagina.
With her climax crescendo, Darren thrust a couple more times and then ground against her as his cock jerked his release inside her.
“Holy shit,” he said and laid his head on her back. His breathing was labored and hot on her flesh as he panted. He kissed her back and then her shoulder. “Holy shit,” he repeated.
He pulled from her and Porchia’s legs gave out. She collapsed to the mattress and rolled to her back. Darren, fully dressed with only his zipper open, his cock exposed, lay on his back, his forearm over his brow.
“What the fuck was that?” he gasped out.
She rolled to her side and caught his gaze. “The best goddamn sex I’ve ever had.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”
Porchia groaned. “Go away. It’s too early.”
Darren chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Wake up. I’ve got a surprise.”
“If it’s the same surprise you had for me at midnight and again at two, it’s not that much of a surprise.” Porchia pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at him. She frowned. “You’re dressed. Don’t I remember getting those jeans off you last night?”
“Don’t dawdle. We’ll miss it.”
She covered her mouth as she yawned. “You’re serious?”
“Yup.” He slapped her playfully on the ass. “Get a move on. Jeans, long-sleeve shirt and your boots. Hurry.”
He gave her a quick kiss before standing and leaving.
In the kitchen, he poured fresh coffee into a large thermos and set it on the counter next to the knapsack that held their breakfast.
In under five minutes, Porchia strode into the living room, dressed as he’d requested, her hair freshly brushed.
“I’m here,” she said. “What am I supposed to see? It’s still dark outside. What time is it any way?” She squinted toward the kitchen clock. “Does that clock say four, as in four in the morning?”
“It does.”
“But I’m on vacation. That means sleeping later than normal.”
“You’ll have time to nap later. I promise.” He pulled her to him for a kiss that tasted of mint toothpaste. For some reason, he found that endearing, but then again, he found everything she did endearing. “Here.” He handed her the thermos of coffee and grabbed the knapsack for him to carry. “Let’s move.”
She yawned again but followed him outside.
She looked at him. “You saddled horses?”
“The only way to travel,” he said with a grin. God, she was so cute in the morning. “And, for this trip, the only way to travel. Need help getting on?”
She stuck out her tongue at him. “Funny man. Good morning, Oreo.” She stroked the mare’s neck a couple of times before she swung into the saddle like the pro she was. “Lead on.”
Darren turned Bandit, another of Travis’s geldings, toward the road and the sunrise spot he’d found. He hoped she would enjoy seeing the day start in his arms.
“So, want to let me in on what we’re doing?” she asked, riding alongside him.
“Nope. It’s a surprise.”
“As long as the surprise involves the coffee you made me carry, I’m sure I’ll be happy. Plus…” she reached over and pulled his horse to a stop, “…if it involves you, I’m sure I’ll be elated.” She leaned over the distance separating their horses and kissed him.
His tongue sought and found her mouth. He stroked inside, loving both how she tasted like toothpaste and how she let out a low groan.
He broke the kiss and pulled back. “If you start that, we’ll never make it in time.” Pressing his calves against the horse’s sides, he set off in a trot with Porchia close behind.
“In time for what?”
“Patience, honey. You’ll see.”
“And you now know I have no patience,” she reminded him.
He glanced over at her. “I seem to have a few demanding memories from last night. Something like, now, now, now and more and harder.”
There wasn’t enough light to see a blush, but he knew her well enough to know there was one on her face.
“You are a bad man,” she said, followed by a deep chuckle.
Her chuckle sent an arrow straight to his heart. He was in deep. He knew it. What he didn’t know was if he was in this by himself or if she felt the same depth of emotions.
And shouldn’t he be more freaked out about what he was feeling?
“That’s not what you said last night.”
She laughed again. “So how far are we riding this morning?”
“A change of subject. Have I embarrassed you? I’m sorry if I did.”
“You didn’t,” she assured him, but he still wondered if it was the teasing that’d bothered her or how very much they’d done last night.
“We’ve got about a twenty-minute ride. The last part is up the side of a hill, but I think you can handle it.”
“Do you?” she teased. “I’d offer to race if I had any idea of direction.”
They rode along in a companionable silence, broken only by the sounds of their horses’ hooves and the occasional hoot from a night owl. The cool early morning air held a pine and sage scent from the vegetation around them. Light clouds of dust rose from the trail as they moved.
“Turn here,” Darren said, guiding Bandit onto the narrow path that lead to the rock overhang.
It hadn’t rained in a while. Heavier dust rose as their horses stomped toward the top. When he’d originally thought about doing this, he’d been under the impression that Porchia wouldn’t know how to ride. Now, with only a quarter moon and a few million stars overhead for lighting, he was glad he hadn’t tried this with an inexperienced rider. As it was, he kept an eye on her and Oreo to make sure they were handling the climb okay, but it only took a couple of quick checks to assure him they were having no problems.
He kept them climbing until they reached a level area to leave the horses. He climbed down, tied off Bandit and went to help Porchia. But she was already standing and tying off Oreo when he reached her.
“Are we here?” she asked.
“Almost,” he replied with a smile. “A short hike.”
“Whew,” she said. “Good thing you’re cute.”
He laughed. “Grab the thermos and let’s go.”
When the trail opened on the flat rock, Porchia sighed with relief. “This it?”
“Yup.” He spread out a blanket. “Sit.”
The night sky had begun its transition to morning. The darkness had lightened and shades of pink and purple were just beginning to paint the horizon.
“What colors!” Porchia exclaimed. As she found a seat on the rock,
she looked in different directions. “What a view.”
“I thought so,” he said as he sat. He leaned against the large boulder that acted as a chair back. Porchia’s blond hair floated in a wind that’d picked up since they’d left the trail. Up here, without the heat of the sun and with the chilling breeze, she shivered with the change in temperature. “Scoot over here and keep me warm,” he joked.
The wry twist of her lips into a smile had his heart racing. He doubted he’d ever tire of looking at her.
She moved closer. “I think I’ll use you for warmth instead.”
“That works for me.”
He pulled her between his thighs, her back leaning against his chest. Bending his knees had her completely engulfed by his body. She snuggled within his embrace.
“How about I crack that thermos?” she asked. “I’ll even share with you.”
He nuzzled his face into her hair and kissed her neck just behind her ear. “As long as it doesn’t require me letting you go.”
She held up the silver container of coffee. “Nope.” After unscrewing the top, she filled it and took a sip. She let out a long sigh. “That tastes wonderful. Want some?”
She shifted enough that she could lift the coffee to his mouth. He covered her hands holding the cup with his and brought it to his lips for a long sip. Their gazes met over the rim of the thermos cup and held. The heat from the extended stare flowed over him, warmed him to his core. It wasn’t the coffee heating him. It was Porchia.
She was the woman he was meant to be with, the only woman he’d want for the rest of his life. There remained no doubt in his mind, but she wasn’t ready to hear that. Wasn’t ready to hear how deeply he felt about her. How serious he was about making their relationship work. He feared his words would be too blunt, too candid.
No, this was a war of love he was determined to win. To lose was simply unthinkable.
He kissed her fingertips holding the cup. “Thanks. I needed that.”
She smiled. “The coffee or the nibble on my fingers?”
“Both.” He turned her until her back was once again resting against his chest. “You’re too distracting,” he complained. “We’ll miss the beautiful sunrise if I don’t make you face forward.”
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