“What’s that smell?” she asked, striding into the kitchen. He stuck a pot under her nose and she pulled her hair back and stuck her nose into the saucepan while he continued to stir. She sighed in appreciation, “Mmmm, now that smells really good.”
“Homemade teriyaki sauce. I’ve got this covered, but do you mind helping me with the rest of this?”
“Sure. What do you want me to do?” she replied with a smile.
The twinkle in his eyes should have told her it was a setup. She gladly accepted the task to wash a head of lettuce and cut a few tomatoes for a salad. It took her forever to do those two simple things. And it was all his fault.
While Delaine washed the lettuce, Justin came up behind her to rinse green onions for the stir-fry. Then he needed to rinse the carrots and bell peppers, one at a time. Then he filled a pot with water and rinsed off the rice before setting it on the stove to steam. And each time he needed to use the sink, he came up behind her, pressed his chest against her back and reached underneath her arms to get to the spigot. The crook of his elbow teased the sides of her breasts as he moved whatever he was rinsing back and forth under the flow of water. Before he moved away to his side of the counter, he took a moment to breathe in the scent of her hair while pressing his stone-hard erection into the curve of her butt. Oh lord, she should have expired from his teasing at least twice over.
Her pulse pounded and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over her brow. Her fingers trembled and her hands were damp, and not from rinsing the stupid lettuce. By the time she was done with her small task, her breasts tingled unbearably, and she was uncomfortably wet between her legs. Here she was in an industrial-sized kitchen, with gourmet everything and more counter space than every display at Home Depot combined. But it was too small for just the two of them. She was so hot and bothered she could have skipped dinner and just had Justin for dessert.
Even with her arousal at a constant hum just beneath her skin, Delaine actually enjoyed their meal of chicken teriyaki stir-fry and fresh tossed salad with fresh balsamic vinegar dressing. Afterward, she led him into the living room where he left her sitting while he ran to the garage and hauled in a few logs for a fire. With a blaze in the hearth, they sat on the floor in front of the couch. Delaine paid no attention as one of her favorite classic action movies played on the flat screen plasma TV mounted over the mantle. She’d smiled when Justin pulled the DVD out earlier, but now she couldn’t care less that James Bond was in the middle of laying some whoop-ass on a nasty bad guy.
Delaine sat sideways in Justin’s lap, toes curled into the carpet as she snuggled into his big body. Her shoulder leaned lazily against his chest as he reclined against the couch. His masculine scent filled her lungs, enticing her to nuzzle into the crook of his neck while his fingers traced tiny circles up and down her arms.
Justin pressed light kisses on the top of her crown then dipped his head to plant light kisses over her forehead, her temples, her cheek. Her stomach flipped over when his soft lips traced the shell of her ear, blowing lightly. His fingers strayed to her shoulders and massaged the tense muscles there. Her breathing deepened at the insistence of his hard cock pushing up against her butt through his jeans.
His touch was tender and often, as if he savored caressing and arousing her. She took delight in the affection he lavished on her, even as her body heated and her blood simmered. His touch was magic. A deep, needy groan traveled up her throat when one of his large, strong hands traced the line of her neck, teasing each individual vertebrate as he worked his way down. His free hand slid across the quivering planes of her stomach and around to her waist to hold her tightly to him.
His growing erection told her how much he enjoyed touching her. It royally turned her on to feel him harden and stretch underneath her. Slowly, so slowly, her hips began to writhe, seeking more of the hardness pressing against her. Her eyelids drooped closed as body and mind accepted his sweet attention on a sigh.
Her breasts swelled and ached, the tips so tender she gasped with an erotic shiver when Justin’s forearm accidentally scraped against them on the way to wrap around her body.
Oh please, please touch my breasts, she willed him silently with each tormented breath pulled from her chest. As her body reached out for him, Delaine felt Sapa slip completely away from her. On the verge of panic at the sudden emptiness in her mind, the bond vibrated softly. Sapa was giving her privacy. Privacy to mate.
Delaine lifted her head from beneath his chin. Her tongue flicked out and tasted the sweet muskiness of his skin, salty from the sweat she hadn’t realized was there. His skin felt hot against her lips. She opened her mouth against his throat and allowed her tongue free reign. Licked and tasted with wild, carnal slides of her tongue along the column of his throat, smiling against the taut muscles of his neck when he leaned his head back with a moan and ground his hips up against her ass.
Justin leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You feel so good in my arms, Delaine. You’re driving me crazy, baby. I can smell your heat and I’m trying really hard to keep my hands to myself.” His breathing deepened with each word.
She stretched sensuously against him and said, “I don’t want you to keep them to yourself.” Delaine reached for his hand splayed across her hip and placed it boldly on her breasts. She closed her eyes on a swift intake of breath as Justin proved he could more than take it from there.
Chapter Eight
Delaine was a starving woman, arching wildly into Justin’s hands as they closed firmly around her aching, tender breasts. She wanted him to wrap his fingers around them and knead them like fresh bread dough. She couldn’t hold back a long, needy moan as he found her nipples through her bra. He tweaked them, then smoothed insistent fingers over the stiff peaks. It didn’t take long before she needed more.
Her back against his chest, she wiggled down between his legs until she was on the floor between his thighs. Delaine reached back and slipped her arms around his neck, stretching into him like the sleek cat who shared her conscience. Her oversized tee shirt rode up to expose the smooth milk chocolate skin of her belly and she quivered as Justin slipped his hands underneath the fabric, his rough hands seeking, moving up her body to explore the ridges of her washboard stomach. Long, warm fingers skimmed over the goose bumps around her waist and teased the top of her pants. Her hips swiveled all on their own, seeking the thick ridge of his cock through his jeans. He nibbled and kissed his way around the back of her neck, making her hungrier. She felt the clasp on the front of her bra snap loose. The second her breasts spilled free, he lavished them with attention.
“Mmmm, your hands feel so good. Oh yes, touch me, Justin,” Delaine moaned.
Justin grabbed her underneath her arms and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, turning her around to face him. Settled her on her knees, her thighs straddled his and her hot channel came down directly on top of his straining erection. He took her mouth almost brutally, tasting her, pulling her into himself. He lifted her up again and his head disappeared under her tee shirt. The way she cried out when he took a delicious, dark nipple into his mouth made him want to wring that sound from her over and over again. Made him want to suck, feast and ravage her flesh until she trembled uncontrollably.
Every desperate sound she made evoked powerful feelings of possessiveness in him. When her cries became desperate, the need to be inside her right then and there raged through his blood without restraint. He released her breasts and wrapped his arms around her in a sensuous cocoon. He kissed her neck and along her jaw, grinding the steel bulge in his pants hard against her clit. Delaine held onto his neck as if she was drowning and he understood exactly how she felt. Leaning her back a bit, he buried his face between her breasts long enough to get his breath.
“Justin.” It was a whisper so heavy with passion, it made him feel so untamed he wanted to rip off all her clothes and take her right there on the carpet.
“I have to make love to you, baby,” he rasped through gritted te
eth. “Tell me you want me.”
“Justin, please.” Delaine ground her hips against his hardness, needing to satisfy the throbbing between her legs. Oh, she wanted him, all right.
“Then tell me,” he hissed, sliding his large hands over her ass, fingers pressing up against her weeping slit from behind. She almost came on the spot.
“Oooh, Justin,” she wailed, “yes! I want you!”
“Stand up for me, baby.”
She rose on wobbly legs and reached for the waistband of her pants. She jumped when, quick as lightning, Justin’s hand shot out and pushed hers away.
“Don’t…move.”
His voice was hard, desperate. Delaine dropped her hands to her sides. He began to undress her. It was torture. Sheer, unadulterated, bliss-filled torture. His lips traveled over every inch of skin as he exposed it. Inching her shirt up, his mouth kissed its way up her stomach, gobbled up a breast on the way, then nibbled and licked a path up her neck, around her nape and down the other side. He found a sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder muscles. He bit down gently and made her squirm and gasp as the knee-buckling sensations shimmied down her spine. Her shirt and bra hit the floor and he moved on to her pants.
Justin slowly moved the waistband of her shorts down a bit and kissed his way around her waist. Her stomach rippled when he licked her navel, so he did it again and again, worshipping her body.
He moved around behind her, nipped and licked the cheeks of her ass as he lowered her bottoms. Delaine shuddered when he gently raked his short nails over the sensitive globes. His teeth lightly grazed her flesh. Mmm, he’s a biter. Oh lord, that feels so good. The grazing of his teeth was replaced by the sweet suction of his full lips as his mouth settled on her left ass cheek. Next came hard, intense sucking. Her pussy clenched violently. Justin caught her when her knees buckled. He kicked her shorts out of the way, swept her up in his arms and headed for the stairs.
* * * * *
He set Delaine’s feet on the floor long enough to push the covers back. He picked her up again, laid her on the edge of her bed and leaned over her to tease and torment her with his lips and tongue. Nudging her thighs apart, he slid his fingers between her legs. He gave her a lopsided grin when he withdrew his hand and licked off the evidence of her arousal while gently easing the fingers of his other hand inside her slick flesh. She was a quivering mass of muscle and bone, but he was nowhere close to finished with her. He wanted to hear her scream. See her scratch the sheets off the bed. He wanted her so far gone, she would give him anything and everything he wanted.
He stood up to remove his clothes and Delaine bolted up in the bed.
“Don’t leave me!” she cried, her eyes full of longing while her body trembled uncontrollably.
For a second he wondered at the panic in her voice and was even more determined she would never have to worry or wonder about his need for her. Before the night was over she would feel beyond cherished. Then again, maybe he’d tell her that he needed her so badly he wanted to lay a hurtin’ on her pussy that would have her begging him to leave her alone. Instead he simply said, “I won’t leave you, baby, but I can’t wait another minute to feel my skin sliding against yours.”
Justin’s gaze never left hers as he peeled his shirt off over his head, exposing the wide planes of his body to Delaine’s hungry gaze. With each movement, her eyes followed the ripple of taut muscle. He’d never been stuck on his physique before, but now he felt a strong sense of pride and prowess as he watched Delaine admire the power of his honed body. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her palms over his large biceps, then across broad sculpted pecs, savoring the feel of the downy soft, reddish-blond hair sprinkled there. Her eyes traveled down his chest to a chiseled, ripped stomach.
He stepped back, made short work of his pants then stood and let Delaine look her fill. He watched her tongue travel across her lush, full lips as she took him in. Her eyes traveled down past his hips and grew wide as she stared at his cock in wonder. It jutted out from his body, huge, jerking with a life of its own. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this hard. The thick mushroom head was moist and weeping. If he wasn’t beyond ready, his cock certainly was.
“Oh lord,” she gasped, breaking out of the sexual stupor she’d been floating in. “You’re going to kill me with that thing!” Survival instinct kicked in, propelling her body backward so she could scoot away across the bed. Her lust evaporated into uncertainty and more than a bit of fear.
Justin chuckled, but his need didn’t diminish one whit. He grasped his wide base and stroked his length as he stalked toward the bed.
“Don’t worry, beauty. I know what to do with it.” But first he had to get her mind off the size of his cock. He reached out, grabbed her by an ankle and pulled her forward until she sat with her legs spread on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he licked her across the mouth and silently smiled to himself when her eyes fluttered closed and some of the tension leached from her body. His teeth captured her bottom lip and worried it a little before pulling it into his mouth like a ripe piece of juicy fruit. Her arms wrapped around him, breasts writhing flush against his chest.
“Just lie still for me, baby. Close your eyes and let me taste you,” he whispered against her lush mouth.
Delaine looked like she wasn’t sure of what he was talking about, but she let him rearrange her on the bed. Her lashes fluttered closed as he stroked her thighs, encouraging her to ease back on the bed to give him room to kneel on the edge. Pushing her thighs farther apart, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. Then came the hot swipe of his tongue up her swollen cunt.
“Oh lord!” she cried and almost shot straight up off the bed, more than a little self-conscious and obviously glad she’d shaved down there this morning.
He lifted his head long enough to ask, “Hasn’t anyone ever loved you like this, beauty?”
She shook her head dumbly, her breathing sharp as his fingers played with the smooth skin just above her clit. His thumb dipped down and pressed up against the swollen bundle of nerves and her hips jerked forward, eyes closed on a strangled cry.
“Lie back. Relax,” he ordered gently and then dipped his nose into her sex and inhaled. The delicious scent of her tender folds called to his blood until the need to please her as no one else ever had overrode all other desire.
“God, Delaine, you smell so good. Like cinnamon and spice. I need to taste your sweet, pretty pussy.”
He then licked her from the top of her slit to the bottom, smoothing his hands up and down her quivering thighs as he dove headlong. Whipped his tongue across, up, down and inside her until she writhed and cried out in a frenzy of need. He moaned against her and deliberately sent a titillating humming against her clit. But when he sucked the sensitive knot roughly, as deep as he could get it into his mouth, she yelled to the rafters. Delaine grabbed his head between her thighs and bucked wildly, coming long and hard. But Justin didn’t stop lashing her with his tongue, just kept at her until she exploded again.
“See how good you taste, baby,” he whispered, sliding up her body to cover her mouth with his. The taste of herself on his tongue was such a turn-on, she latched onto the talented pink organ, sank her fingers into his hair and sucked his tongue like a piece of candy.
Justin broke the kiss, sat back on his knees and pulled her hips up his thighs to position himself at her entrance. He needed to feel her wrapped around his cock, needed to feel the slick walls of her pussy holding him tight. But first, he needed to hear the words.
“I need to be inside you right now,” he ground out, teasing the head of his throbbing dick against her swollen, slick flesh. “I want to fuck you, Delaine. Now, tell me what you want.”
Instead, she tried to shimmy herself up his legs and impale herself on his hard length.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” his request was a tight-lipped command, barely in check.
“I-I want you.”
“You want me to what?” Her eyes were wide w
ith need, but Justin could see her starting to think. But he didn’t want her to think, he wanted her to feel. Still rubbing himself against her slick heat, he made it very plain what he was after.
“Listen to me, baby. I’m nasty as hell. A total freak. I want to lick, suck and fuck you all night, but I want you right there with me. Hot, creaming and screaming for me. So tell me what you want. I won’t take you until you do.”
Delaine wasn’t sure she liked this kind of control. But maybe it was because her ex had never exerted it? With Justin, it felt right. It blew her mind that she actually wanted to be dominated in the bedroom. She wanted to be ridden hard, taken. By him. But she had to be woman enough, bold enough, to tell him what she wanted.
“I want you to fuck me, Justin. Please, honey,” she whispered. A little unsure but determined, her palm reached out and stroked what she wanted. Her fingers wrapped around his dripping, hard cock. When he moaned and bucked against her hand, she grew a bit more bold. “I want you hard and deep. Fuck me until I’m so hot, my hair is on fire.”
“Guide me in.” Eyes closed, he let her guide him into her hot, soaking wet channel. When the thick, almost purple head of his cock was positioned at her entrance, he flexed his hips and slowly inched his way in. He knew he was big and tried to take his time so he wouldn’t hurt her. His eyes flew open when Delaine raised up on her elbows, put one foot on his chest, the other flat on the bed and pushed forward with all her strength. He slammed home and bumped against the entrance to her womb. They threw their heads back on a unified yell. At this rate, they’d both be hoarse by morning.
He leaned forward until he lay on top of her and then gathered her into his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, he slowly stroked into her as he whispered how beautifully sexy she was. How much he loved being inside her warmth. She moaned non-stop, but he wanted more. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his. He’d never felt this primal with a woman. Tried to rein it in, but after a few moments of gritting his teeth against the urges, he gave up the fight.
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