by Lea Kinkade
They couldn’t get close enough to assuage the need.
Rolling so that she was on top of him, he pulled her in tighter against his body. One arm moved up around her shoulders while the other arm caressed her back from her shoulders to her ass. Already wet at his first touch, Samantha’s panties grew soaked as he angled in for a deeper kiss that went on and on, getting hotter and hotter. Her nipples were poking into his chest like diamonds and she was panting. She was actually panting! Lord have mercy, this man was potent. They were going to have sex on the love seat in her family room! On that thought, she came back to her senses and gently pulled herself away from his hard, hot body. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed slightly. He gentled his touch immediately.
Reaching up he swept her hair out of her face and breathed in deeply. “Are you wearing a new perfume, darlin’? You smell delectable.”
Panting, she leaned her forehead against his. “It’s Midnight Pomegranate. I found it at Body Boutique.”
Giving her another quick kiss on the mouth, Ryan wrapped his arms tightly around her body, crushing her to him so she could feel how hard he was. “I want to stay,” he murmured in her ear.
When she looked into his eyes, she saw barely restrained hunger in his intent gaze. She had already decided to let this night go wherever it took them. However, she’d never taken the lead in seduction before and had no idea what to do. Not knowing where she found the courage, she took one of his hands in both of hers as she rolled off his body and slowly stood up from the love seat. As she drew him back toward her bedroom, he asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. “Yes. I want you to stay, too.”
* * * *
His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he gently pulled her to one side of the bed and turned on one of the lamps. He looked at her hungrily in the soft light and pulled her into his arms for a steamy kiss. His mouth made love to hers, his tongue imitating the motion that his cock would be making in her pussy in just a few minutes. Surprising him, Samantha stroked his tongue and mouth with her own as she boldly pressed her body closer into his.
Ryan’s hands were shaking as they went to her waist, reaching for the hem of her shirt. He gently caressed the material of her blouse, just above the waist of her skirt, causing her to shiver. Without breaking the kiss, he angled his body away from hers as he started tugging her blouse up her body. Breaking the kiss long enough to pull the blouse across her tight nipples and over her head, he threw it to the floor.
With his hard, hot hands back on her body, Ryan reached for the waistband on her skirt, slowly working his hands between the material of the skirt and her bare ass. He felt the single string of her G-string as his fingers moved lower. Hands finally where he wanted them, he pulled her closer to his straining erection as he slid his mouth to her neck and gently nipped at her earlobe.
Samantha’s hands had been busy, too, as she had frantically worked to undo the buttons on Ryan’s dress shirt. He pulled her tighter to him and she moaned in frustration. She worked her hands up to his shoulders and pushed him back. Confused, Ryan let her push him away but began reaching for her again almost immediately.
“You take care of yours and I’ll take care of mine,” Samantha said breathlessly.
“Meet you in the middle of the bed,” Ryan rasped back.
Quickly, they finished undressing themselves. Naked, they came together on their knees in the middle of the bed, where they both gasped at the sensation of skin touching skin. Ryan could feel her nipples biting into his chest and could feel the heat from her weeping pussy. His cock was standing at attention against his abdomen. Pulling her into his arms, he eased them down on the bed so they were lying on their sides, facing each other, skin to skin.
Rolling, he quickly moved so that he was propped up over her. Kissing her lips, he glided his mouth down across her cheek, down her neck and over her collarbone to the turgid peak of one nipple. He took it into his mouth as he licked and sucked. As his hand found her other nipple, he began to squeeze that nipple between his thumb and index finger, bringing a moan of pleasure from Samantha.
“Your tits are amazing, darlin’. A perfect fit for my hands. Your body is off the charts.”
* * * *
Samantha’s hands were roving over Ryan’s muscled back and ass. He had muscles everywhere. His ass was a work of art. She’d known it was spectacular when he’d been bent over to pick up his trash from their lunch earlier in the week. It was even better experienced this way, skin on skin. She wanted to take a bite out of it. Samantha was stunned at herself. She didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on before. She wanted him closer to her. She wanted him inside her.
“Yours isn’t half bad either, handsome,” she moaned.
Ryan moved his attention away from her breasts, past her ribs and down past her stomach. Samantha moaned in ecstasy when the fingers of one hand held her nether lips open as his tongue stabbed into her pussy. His tongue dipped playfully through the folds of her flesh even as one long finger found its way deep inside of her. When that finger hit a certain spot inside of her pussy, Samantha nearly came off the bed, crying out in pleasure.
He licked ravenously through the folds of her pussy, pushing two long fingers inside her, once again locating that sweet spot of pleasure. Samantha cried out again and arched into his fingers. As Ryan continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy, Samantha felt a tightening sensation in her back and the spot where his fingers entered her. The feeling was like a coiled spring, coiling tighter and tighter, almost painful. When his tongue found her clit, she shattered around his fingers and tongue, crying out her fulfillment.
Moving back up her body, Ryan brought his mouth back to Samantha’s and gave her a gentle kiss. She could taste another flavor on his lips and tongue and realized it was herself. Returning the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his waist and gently rubbed his back. She could feel his rock-hard erection against her stomach and knew he must be in agony. Moving gently against him, she spread her thighs wide, cradling him with her body. His hands and mouth found her breasts again, bringing the nipples back to diamond-like hardness within a matter of seconds.
Rising to his knees, he tested her readiness to take him. He knew from when he had used his fingers earlier that she was amazingly tight. Finding her juices flowing and her pussy ready for him, he reached for his pants and jerked out the three condoms from his back pocket, quickly unrolling one over his iron-hard cock. Holding his cock with one hand, he lowered his body to enter her pussy.
* * * *
As Ryan sheathed himself with the condom, Samantha saw the size of his enormous cock. To say that he was well endowed was an understatement. Her imaginations from feeling his hardness through his jeans hadn’t done him justice. As his cock began to enter her hot, wet pussy, Samantha was surprised by how her soaking-wet lips parted to ease his way into her body. She watched, entranced, as his hard length entered her. Once he was fully seated, she could feel the tip of his erection nudging her cervix. It felt so right.
“God, darlin’. You’re so tight.”
As he pulled his steely length back out of her, his cock hit that same sweet spot that his fingers had hit earlier. Samantha moaned in delight. Lifting her legs so her feet were flat on the bed and her knees were slightly bent, Ryan began thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, hitting that sweet spot every time he retreated. The tip of his cock hit her cervix every time he pushed in to the hilt.
His rhythm became faster as he pistoned in and out of her weeping pussy. Samantha could feel the tension building again in her lower back as the sensation spread to her pussy. She held on tight to his biceps, her fingernails digging into his hard muscle, as he thrust again and again. Her orgasm exploded over her as she melted like a puddle against the bed. Ryan thrust into her once, then twice, as he groaned out his own release. She could feel his cock jetting his release into the condom inside of her.
* * * *
Ryan collapsed against her and r
olled her onto her side so that he wasn’t crushing her with his weight. After a few moments, he gently pulled out of her body and got off the bed to take care of the condom. When he came back into the bedroom, Samantha was asleep. Not even pausing to think, he pulled the quilt up from the bottom of the bed to cover her. As he spread the quilt out, he crawled onto the bed beside her and fit his body to hers so his chest was touching her back and her sweet ass was snuggled against his groin. Adjusting the covers, he put his arms around her and drifted off into sleep.
Chapter 7
The morning light filtering around the window shades woke him up. He usually woke up around dawn, but instinctively he knew it was much later than that. At the same time, he realized his body was curled around Samantha, and her delectable ass was pressed against his raging hard-on. She was still deeply asleep, breathing slowly in and out. Stealthily moving his fingers where his hand cupped her breast, he teased the peak into pebble-like hardness, intending to wake her up with some morning loving.
Grumbling softly, she turned away from him onto her back. Slowly, he moved down her body, gently parting her legs and kissing her mound softly. A gush of wetness his only sign, he lightly stroked her pussy lips from back to front with his tongue. Moaning softly, Samantha opened her thighs more fully, inviting him in. He could tell she was still asleep, and he moved his lips down for another lick. Over and over again, he lapped through the folds of her pussy, avoiding her clit. She grew wetter and wetter as he continued, her sweet cream covering his tongue. Her moans grew louder and her body movements signaled her slow return to consciousness. He brought his tongue to her clit and lifted it up as he gently sucked on it with his lips. She awoke with a scream of pleasure, moaning as she slowly came down from her shattering orgasm. Appearing disoriented, she looked around blankly and spotted Ryan between her thighs.
As she watched him through sleepy eyes, Ryan moved purposefully up her body. His thick erection moved against her legs and stopped right over her drenched pussy. She gave him a sweet smile and spread her legs apart farther, inviting him in. She placed her feet flat on the bed and slightly bent her knees, assuming the same position as she had last night. Ryan held himself over her and brought their lips together in a sweet, openmouthed kiss. As her arms closed around him, he pulled his fingers through her pussy to test her readiness. Finding her wet and ready, he got to his knees on the bed and reached for a condom, pulling it down his rock-hard shaft. He put his hands under her ass to raise her pussy to him. Reaching out, she took his cock gently into her hand and placed it against her swollen lips, silently begging him to take her. With one strong thrust he pushed his cock past her outer lips and slid home. Each of them moaned at the sensations.
His hands held her ass close to his body as he found his rhythm, and he began a gentle glide in and out of her slick pussy. Excitement rising, he began to pound into her deeply. He could tell she was close to another orgasm as her inner muscles started to milk his cock. With a startled cry, Samantha reached her climax. Thrusting into her pussy once more, he let his orgasm settle in the base of his spine and tingle up his back as it spread throughout his body. He could feel his cock releasing his seed into the condom as it jerked over and over inside her body.
Moving his hands from her ass to the mattress beside her body, Ryan continued to lean over her as he breathed in panting gasps through his mouth. Samantha’s hands were caressing his biceps as she gasped for breath, her orgasm slowly eddying from her body. Rolling to his back beside her, Ryan gathered her into his arms and she rested her head on his heaving chest. Her breasts were smashed against the side of his chest and he squeezed her more tightly against him.
“Good morning, darlin’.” He grinned at her as his breathing began to return to normal.
“Good morning.” Her smile told him she wasn’t regretting last night’s activities. They luxuriated in each other’s arms for several minutes while their heartbeats returned to normal.
* * * *
Lying quietly in Ryan’s arms, Samantha began to think about the ramifications of last night and, she reminded herself, this morning. Oh, Lord. What had she done? She’d just had sex with a rich playboy who would probably leave her now that he had gotten what he wanted. Shouldn’t she know better than to get involved with a man like Ryan Chisholm after the fiascos with both Brandon and J.T.?
She’d loved both Brandon and J.T. Their defections, once they had found out about her family, had nearly destroyed her. She’d only known Ryan for two weeks, but the thought of him moving on to another woman, when whatever they had between them ended, caused her more pain than those two breakups combined. How could that be?
Holy shit! She loved Ryan. Instead of just having casual sex with a playboy cowboy, she’d made love with a playboy cowboy. When had her heart gotten involved? She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the guy. Hell, the guy in question would run a thousand miles if he had any idea she was in love with him. He’d leave skid marks in an effort to get away from her. What was she going to do? Should she stop seeing him? Would it make a difference to her heart whether she broke off the relationship or he did? She didn’t think so. Her heart was already involved. Would it make a difference if it got broken today or two weeks from now when Ryan’s interest in her waned and he moved onto his next conquest?
No, her mind railed at her. She refused to believe that she could have fallen in love with Ryan so quickly. She’d dated each of her previous lovers for months before she had fallen in love with them. After her breakup with Brandon, J.T. had had a longer row to hoe because she was afraid of being hurt again. J.T.’s defection had felt like it would destroy her, but she knew in her heart that Ryan could do so much more damage than either Brandon or J.T. had done.
No. This was just an infatuation. That’s all it was. Sexual attraction. Strong sexual attraction to be sure, but not love. She just needed to ride this thing out with Ryan. Once it burned out, she’d be able to find someone more suitable for a lasting relationship. Yes, she could do this. She could have a no-strings affair with Ryan Chisholm. Ryan could be Mr. Right Now. When it was over, she would take some time for herself, then move on to finding Mr. Right.
* * * *
Ryan couldn’t believe what he was feeling right now. The sex with Samantha had been the best he’d ever had. It had touched his soul. Thinking about it now, he realized that love was what made the difference. He was in love with Samantha Michaels! Head over fucking heels in love. His chest hurt with the feelings coursing through his body. He wanted to cherish her and protect her. He felt a heaviness on his shoulders with the added responsibility of Samantha’s happiness, but he’d also never felt lighter.
He’d never made love before last night. He’d had a lot of sex, but he’d never made love. He was awed by the difference. Levi and Xander had tried to tell him, but he hadn’t understood. He hadn’t really believed their bullshit lines about how loving the woman you were having sex with made all the difference. He was going to have to eat a lot of crow over this. Hell, what did he care? He was in love. Now all he had to do was make sure a certain gorgeous blonde fell in love with him.
As he lay there with Samantha in his arms, he’d never felt so content. Knowing it must be around ten in the morning, he remembered that today was Sunday and that he was expected for lunch at his parents. Nuzzling against her neck, he said softly, “If we showered and dressed fast, we could still make it out to my parents’ house for Sunday lunch, darlin’.”
Samantha had been lying cuddled up against his hard body, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, while he gently nuzzled her neck. She stiffened at his soft words. “Your parents’ house? What are you talking about? I’m not going to your parents’ house for lunch.” Gingerly extricating herself from his arms, she jumped out of bed and went to her dresser. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties. They were fuchsia. Quickly pulling them onto her body, she strode over to the closet where she pulled out a pink T-shirt and an old pair of jeans
, quickly donning them as well.
Ryan stayed in bed, watching mournfully as she covered up her delectable body. “Why can’t you come to my parents’ house for lunch?” He leaned back on the pillows utterly relaxed and smiled at her.
“Look, you may take all your girlfriends out to Sunday lunch with your parents, but I’m not going. Honestly, I can’t go have ‘lunch with the folks’ like the rest of your harem. They’d know we’re having sex. It would be too embarrassing.”
Her agitation finally getting through to him, he sat up in the bed, stark naked. “What are you talking about? I don’t take all my girlfriends out to my parents’ for Sunday lunch.”
“Then why are you asking me?” Samantha looked exasperated with him.
“I want to be with you. What’s wrong with that? Why are you getting so defensive?” Realizing this discussion was quickly deteriorating, he got up from the bed and started pulling on his clothes from last night.
“When’s the last time you took a woman you weren’t sleeping with to your folks’ for Sunday lunch?” Samantha looked at him derisively.
Dumbfounded that she seemed to be comparing last night to his usual short affairs, Ryan answered honestly, “Never.” He was being totally honest. He had never taken a girlfriend with him to Sunday lunch at his parents’ house. None of the Chisholm children had ever brought a date with them. Sunday lunch was sort of sacred. It was understood that you didn’t bring a casual date to family gatherings. Jordan and Taylor hadn’t been invited by Xander and Levi until they’d known they were “the ones.”
“See.” She smiled at him smugly. “They’d all know we’re sleeping together, and I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”
