Five Hearts Anthology

by Sandy Sullivan

  “Do you want this?” he asked with a few deft movements of his hand. Seth held his breath, he needed this, he needed her. She gave him a quiet acceptance few people ever had, and he loved the way that felt.

  “Yes.” Riley didn’t mince her words. But he did see she was thinking, considering, and what she said next floored him. “Are you sure you want me? You’re not teasing me, are you? This isn’t a joke like what Scott would pull?” Her big eyes filled with tears and almost brought him to his knees. “If you undressed me and then laughed at how I looked, it would kill me.”

  Seth did the only thing that seemed right. He went to his knees at her feet, picked up both of her hands in his and kissed them. Letting them go, he began to sign. “Baby, I can tell people have been cruel to you. I am so sorry.” He feathered a touch down her face with one finger, caressing her cheek. “I wish you could see what I see, a gorgeous face with big eyes and the sexiest lips I’ve ever kissed. And your body, Riley, you look like what a woman is supposed to look like, round in all the right places, I can’t wait to see all of you.” When the tip of a pink tongue darted out to moisten her upper lip, he couldn’t resist. She tasted so good, he fit his mouth to hers and just sucked at her sweetness. When he pulled back, she followed him, obviously wanting more. He was happy to oblige, his lips slid over hers in a long, slow tease. And when she whimpered, he chuckled.

  “Don’t laugh.” She stiffened.

  “Awww,” he whispered right against her ear. “I’m not laughing at you, baby. I’m just happy. You make me happy.” And she did, she was totally open, there wasn’t a trace of judgment in the way she treated him. “I can’t keep my hands off you. Can I have your breasts now?” Seth sat back and waited to see what she would do.

  Riley didn’t disappoint, she held his gaze and picked up the bottom of her lace camisole pulling it over her head.

  Swear to God, Seth held his breath. “Damn,” he murmured.

  “My bra isn’t fancy. I wish I had sexier underwear.”

  Her hands fell to her side and she kept her eyes downcast. That was just as well, she didn’t need to see him drool. Holy fuck! His hands actually shook as he reached around her to unhook her bra. Trying to convey how privileged he felt, he kissed her shoulder, inhaling the sweet peaches and cream fragrance of her skin. Pulling the cups down, his mouth began to water. He had to say it—it had to be said—pushing out the word, he declared. “Per–perfect.” Round, high, full. Riley had luscious, creamy tits with big puffy pink nipples that visibly hardened as he traced them with a finger. A whimper of pure need slipped through her lips and Seth had to fight for control.

  Vowing to take it slow, he kissed the pulse that fluttered at her throat. Sliding his lips across skin softer than any silk, he finally allowed himself to pay homage to the generous mounds. It was all he could do not to immediately latch onto a nipple, but he wanted her to realize how precious she was. Instead he took it slow, twirling his tongue around a puffy aureole, moaning as he rubbed his bristled jaw against the velvet tit.

  She gasped and sighed, pushing her breast toward his lips. “Kiss me, Seth. I need you, so.” She didn’t need to beg, there was nothing he wanted more in the world. Opening his mouth wide over one nipple, he began to suckle hard. Riley cried out his name as he pulled with his lips and kneaded and milked with his hands. “God,” she screamed. Her excitement and joy almost pushed him over the edge. Seth had never been hungrier for a woman. He feasted on one pink berry and then the other, going back and forth, until he finally pushed them together and teased them both at the same time.

  * * * *

  Riley needed to come, bad. Seth was subjecting her to the sweetest torture she could imagine. “Please.” What was she begging for? Her hips wanted to lift, as if they wanted to buck. She wanted to be naked and she wanted Seth on top of her, in her. “Can we…do more?”

  “Hmmmm,” Seth growled as he began unsnapping her jeans. He pushed her back on the bed and stood watching as she began to slip them off, shedding her panties at the same time. Tremulously, Riley waited to see how he would react to the rest of her body. Her hips were wider than was fashionable and her bottom was round and full. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to, his eyes said it all. They were hooded, heated and she felt like she was drowning in their blue depths. All she could think was, what a way to go.

  When he pulled off his shirt, she lost all ability to think. Damn! His muscles had muscles. She held her hands out, needing to touch. He shed his pants and lowered his body so she could satisfy her hunger and her curiosity. Seth groaned when she ran her palms over his chest, and as she began to trace the ripples and ridges with her tongue, he grabbed her hands and held them over her head.

  “Lu–Lu–losing control,” he ground out the words. He licked a trail from the tip of her nose, down the valley of her cleavage, over the roundness of her tummy, to the top of her mound.

  Riley was so lost in passion that she didn’t even think, she did something she could have never imagined being bold enough to do, she opened her legs wide, and offered Seth her pussy. Would he think her too brazen? Was she asking for something he didn’t want to give?

  Riley held her breath as Seth stared at her sex. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, because he licked his lips and fell to his knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed. With tiny kisses, he drew out her agony, kissing the inside of her trembling thigh. Never had she dreamed a man would go down on her, on Riley Jacobs! She didn’t know whether to bolt and run or lay back and enjoy it. But when Seth gave her slit one quick lick that made her arch, she made up her mind, laying back and enjoying was the only sane thing to do.

  Big hands spread her wide and when he nuzzled his face in her pussy and began kissing and sucking, she moaned and he shuddered. Shuddered? For a moment she doubted he was as into it as she was. Was she disgusting? Did she taste bad? But when she rose up and looked at his face, that notion flew out the window. Seth was obviously aroused. Riley had never known how mind-blowing it would be to see a man like Seth with his face in her pussy, enjoying it and pushing her toward a climax so fast it was like riding a runaway mine train.

  * * * *

  Seth was mad with desire. He wanted to fuck! God, his cock was so full of cum he was humping the side of the bed. The only thing that held him back was Riley. She was special and he would deny himself in favor of tasting her climax on his tongue first, even if it killed him. He made himself at home in her molten core, kissing softly between her plump lips. Riley’s pussy quivered against his face, she liked what he was doing and that pleased him. Spearing his tongue deep in her channel, Seth fucked her, finding satisfaction when she keened loudly, her whole body jerking with delight. He anchored her with one hand pressing on her stomach, and for a few moments, he was lost in the wonder of this woman’s pleasure.

  There was nothing fake about Riley, she responded like a firebrand to his touch and he loved it. Flicking his tongue against her hot button, he pushed two fingers deep into her sex and sought out the spongy spot that would make her scream. It didn’t take long, her snug little cunt clamped down tight and a few laves and licks with his tongue on her clit was all it took to make her explode, “Seth, My God, Seth!”

  Watching her come, and feeling her pussy pulse against him was almost too much. He had to have relief and he had to have it now. Taking his cock, he rubbed it up and down her slit, bathing in her cream. He was just about to ram home, when she came to her knees and closed her palm around him.

  “Let me, please. I want to do this for you. I love the way you look, you’re so big.” He started to protest, but when she enclosed the tip of his dick in her hot little mouth, he was lost. She sucked him. God, she was voracious. It was as if she were pouring a lifetime of want and need into the act of loving him. She took him deep, licking and laving, and he was undone. Grasping the back of her head, he encouraged her with grunts and growls. No words were necessary, he showed his appreciation by pulling at her nipples and massa
ging her tits.

  Seth couldn’t remember enjoying a woman more. Her little fingers found his sac and she rubbed and caressed and as he exploded, she wouldn’t be pushed away. Instead she swallowed every drop and the look of absolute bliss on her face was almost as good as the rush of ecstasy that sent his seed shooting from his loins. And when she rubbed her face against his cock, kissing the shaft, an odd feeling of warmth flooded through him.

  “Riley, baby,” he whispered. He could feel himself hardening again and making love to her now seemed like the most important thing in his world. So, when his cell phone went off and the ring was the emergency signal from the factory, Seth was bitterly disappointed.

  He grabbed the phone and after a few terse words, he learned one of the main pumps had blown a gasket and his presence was required. The foreman was on vacation and he knew how he handled this situation would set the tone for his tenure as boss.

  “You have to go?” Riley asked with her heart in her eyes.

  “Y-Y-Yea.” He began to dress, pausing to answer her in sign. “There’s a malfunction with some of the equipment. I’m sorry.” Even in his satisfied state, he hungered for her. She had the most beautiful body, and she was sweet and kind. Seth wanted more. “How about if I give you a call tomorrow and we can make plans? It’ll be Valentine’s Day and we can do something special.”

  He watched her sit back on her heels and try to look okay with this abrupt change in plans. “Sure, I understand.”

  Seth couldn’t help it, he went to her, rubbing his hands down her arms, across her breasts and lastly cupping her face as he kissed her deeply and passionately. “This isn’t over, Riley. I will call, I promise.”

  * * * *

  Last night had been fun. Riley tried to count her blessings. Seth had been sweet and kind and had given her the very best orgasm of her life. She was still a virgin, but he had said he would call. After he had left, she had lain in her lonely bed and rubbed herself on the sheets, inhaling his scent and dreaming he was there with her. As the hours had past, the whole thing seemed like a dream. If it hadn’t been for the marks he had left on her body, the nips and sucks on her neck and on her thighs, Riley could have convinced herself it had all been a fantasy.

  Would he call? She prayed that he would, but she prepared herself for the let-down. It was just her nature. Today was Saturday, Valentine’s Day and she was off from work. With no special plans, she had all the time in the world to remember the bliss Seth had given her with his mouth and hands and how she had longed to learn what a man’s full possession would feel like. How was it going to be to work with him every day? Would it be awkward?

  As the hours passed, Riley baked cookies and finished the baskets, then set out to deliver them. She didn’t own a cell phone, so leaving the house was hard. What if he called? What if he didn’t? Tired of worrying and wondering, she loaded her car and set out to deliver the food offerings to the elderly and the shut-ins. Being the face of Beaucoup’s benevolence program was always a joy to her, and soon that feeling returned. Spreading love and good will was always good for the soul.

  The only sour spot in the whole day was when she ran into Scott and he had to get in one last jibe. It had been at the nursing home, she had stopped to hand out bags of lotion and handmade throws she had pieced together from quilting scraps donated by the women’s missionary union at the little Baptist church in town. Apparently, Scott had volunteered to play music for the home’s Valentine party where they crowned a king and queen from among the elderly residents. She had seen him in the cafeteria area and had hoped to avoid him, but no such luck. “I saw you leaving with Walker last night. Did you give the big boss a roll in the hay? You do realize it was a pity-fuck, don’t you?”

  Riley hadn’t answered; instead she had fled, almost slipping on the damp sidewalk outside. Rushing to the sanctuary of her car, she tried not to think about what the cruel man had said. Seth wasn’t like that, what they shared had been beautiful. She knew there wasn’t a ring and a promise in their future, but he had wanted her—her!—Riley Jacobs. She wasn’t a pity-fuck. Tears of doubt rolled down her face and when she returned home and there were no calls or messages on the answering machine, her heart fell. He wasn’t going to call. Scott was right.

  Trying to put it out of her mind, and continue on with another lonely Valentine’s Day, Riley threw herself into her newest project. The Walker family had, almost single-handedly, saved the white egret from extinction. When the makers of women’s hats and plume traders had almost killed off the last beautiful bird for their exquisite plumage, Carl Walker had took it upon himself to build a refuge for them. He had gathered up eight young egrets, raised them in captivity on the island and when fall came, he had released them to fly across the Gulf to South America for the winter. As he had hoped, when spring came, the birds had returned and brought others of their kind and raised their young in the protection of a rookery that he designed and his family maintained to this day. Riley had taken photographs of these birds in all of their glory and had designed and stitched one-of-a kind scenes that could be printed on pillows and tapestries. These could be sold and the funds used for upkeep of the birds and their habitat. As she put the finishing touches on one sample tapestry that she had planned to show the new CEO of Beaucoup, she now realized it would be Seth that she would have to sell this idea to. The realization dampened her enthusiasm.

  Staring off into space, she considered what to do. The doorbell made her start, and she put it down to see who was dropping by on a Saturday, perhaps it was Dorothy or Jackie with tales of their conquests from the night before. Instead, Riley was shocked to see a delivery boy standing there with a huge bouquet of red roses. Flowers! She never received flowers! Accepting them with a smile, she tipped the young man and went in to read the card while inhaling their heavenly fragrance. Her heart was hammering, there was only one person that would send her flowers, and that idea was just too wonderful for words. Sure enough, the card read, “Thank you for everything. I can’t wait to see you again.”

  Riley turned the card over, but that was all. It was a vague message, a sweet one, but still she couldn’t help but wish for more.

  About to go put the flowers in some water, another knock at the door caught her by surprise. Reluctant to let go of her beautiful roses, she went back to see who it was. When she opened the door, a smiling Seth stood there looking like a tomcat who had lapped up a dish of cream, and she guessed he had, if you counted the cream that had flowed from her the night before. Just being this close to him had her nipples peaking and her pussy waking up, wanting to be stroked and petted. “Seth! Thank you, so much for the flowers. Please come in?”

  Resorting to signing, he told her why he’d come. “It’s a beautiful warm day for February. Would you join me for a picnic?” He held out a basket, showing her that it was all packed and ready to go.

  Her heart leapt with excitement. “I would love to. Let me put these flowers in water, and I’ll be right with you.” She looked down at her clothes and decided they were good enough for a stroll and an outing. Blue jeans and a top weren’t fancy, but she did have on one of her favorite tops and it made her look slimmer than she usually did. She hurried as fast as she could and didn’t resist leaning into the big red blossoms for one last sniff. But her date awaited—wow, what a though—and she couldn’t wait to join him. Grabbing her purse, she almost ran back to the door. “I’m ready to go.”

  * * * *

  Seth hadn’t been able to stay away. All he could think about was Riley and how her skin had felt beneath his fingers and how sweet her kiss had been. Memories of her climax had haunted him and the rush of joy he had felt when she had sucked his cock would be a gauge by which he measured all other encounters. Funny, he couldn’t figure wanting anyone else, but he pushed that thought aside. His life was too full and in too much upheaval to get serious. But still, if he were to get serious, Riley was exactly the kind of woman he would want by his side. She was beautiful, swee
t, kind and had a heart big enough to encompass the world. Riley would make any man a wonderful wife. Just not him, yet.

  He had borrowed his dad’s old pickup that had bench seats and Riley sat close by him while they drove out to the jungle gardens. He knew just the place he wanted to take her. It wouldn’t be new to her, but it was beautiful. The park was closed today, and Seth had left strict orders for no island employee to come within a square mile of where he and Riley would be. Today, he was going to make love with this gorgeous woman on a blanket underneath the spreading live oaks where he had played as a child. Coming home was more magical than he had ever hoped for and he owed it, in large part, to the woman at his side.

  She seemed to not be bothered by their times of silence. She sat close with her hand on his leg, idly stroking his thigh. His cock was getting harder with every soft caress. With concentrated effort, Seth decided it was time to speak, as best he could. If his broken stammers turned her off, it was better to know now. Biting his tongue, he pushed the words out. “La-la-last night, won–won–wonderful.” God, he was sweating in February. Her hand tightened on his leg, encouraging him to go on. “I wa-wa-wa-want to spend ti-ti-time with you.” By the time he had struggled to say that sentence his throat was as dry as dust.

  Riley gave him her gift of trust. He felt her lay her head on his shoulder, and as she spoke all the doubts he had dissipated. “I want to spend time with you too. I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t really expect you to call, and now that you did I am beyond happy.” She kissed his arm, through his shirt. “And last night was a dream come true for me, you have to know that.”