“What about you?”
Brian pulled back but kept his hands in place. “What about me, honey?” he teased.
“Uh, uh…” she stuttered.
Brian grinned, his eyes were on her breasts. “Ooh, your blush is coming back.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to make me nervous on purpose?”
He looked up from her chest, guilty. “Maybe.”
She huffed.
“I can’t help it, bunny, this blush thing you’ve got going on makes me hot.”
“Bunny?”
Brian answered as he took off his shirt, “Yeah. Bunny. You remind me of a little rabbit.”
Taylor snorted. “A rabbit?” She intended to inform him that she didn’t care for the endearment—it was a farm animal, for heaven’s sake—but the sight of his bare chest stopped the words from leaving her mouth. It was obvious he had a great body, even when he had his clothes on. But bare-chested, he was… Well, he was better than any man she’d ever laid eyes on. His skin was so dark, so brown, with thick, defined muscles, and his upper chest was covered with a light dusting of black curls.
She was jolted from her thoughts when he pulled her back into his arms. The contact of his skin on hers made her sizzle inside and she gasped, inhaling, a woodsy, masculine scent filling her senses, one that was alluring, almost thick in its sensuality. Moisture pooled in her core. She knew the wetness would be dripping if she weren’t still wearing her panties and slacks.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” he growled into her ear, nibbling at her lobe.
Her hands moved over his torso tentatively. Taylor wanted to run her fingers through his chest hair, feel its texture.
Brian’s fingers played at the waistband of her pants. Leaning back, she allowed him to unzip and tug them off. She stepped out of them and then there she was, in her white lacy thong and nothing else.
Brian stepped back. “Oh, honey,” he said, his gaze roaming over her. “You are seriously fine.”
The compliment reverberated through her, warming her, emboldening her. She looked to the floor then back up, peeking at Brian from under her lashes. Her body quivered inside at the hot look in his eyes.
“Lay down on the bed.” His voice was husky, deep.
Taylor knew she had to be blushing from head to toe. And even though Brian had said it was pretty, she knew better.
She’d never been with a man who was so direct. She’d never even been this naked with the lights on before, not even muted candlelight. But Taylor wanted to experience this night. She had decided to let down her guard and was determined to do so.
She crawled onto the bed. The sound of a belt buckle loosening filled her ears and her stomach did a little flip. She reached the row of pillows at the head of the bed and rolled over, trying to relax.
The scent from the candle had begun to fill the room. It was sultry, a mix of vanilla and spice. She inhaled the fragrance and let her breath out slowly, her muscles loosening.
Brian could not take his eyes off Taylor. God, she was gorgeous. The sight of her in nothing but a scrap of lace, lying on his bed, waiting for him, was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She had full breasts, with large, light dusty rose nipples. His hands fisted in anticipation. His cock jerked.
He knew she was still nervous. At times she looked as if she was ready to bolt. Little rabbit. But she stayed and he could sense her desire, her inner sensuality surfacing. Damn, but that was sexy.
His mouth watered. He had to touch her. He removed his pants, taking the boxers with them and crawled onto the bed, covering her with his body, his balls tightening with the action.
“God, you turn me on,” he said, taking her mouth with his. He wanted to touch her everywhere, feel her everywhere, but he knew he’d never last. Just touching her, skin-to-skin, was enough to send him over the edge. “Damn, Taylor, I want to take my time with you, but you’ve got me so hot, I don’t think I can wait. I want to be inside you. Now.”
Brian paused, poised above her, rubbing his erection over her mound in a seductive rhythm. Her feminine flesh was so soft, so hot as she watched him with glazed, passion-filled eyes.
“So don’t wait,” she whispered.
Brian groaned, the need to bury himself in her pounding in his head. He reached over to the nightstand, opened a drawer and grabbed a foil packet. He raised up on his haunches, ripped open the packet with his teeth and sheathed himself as quickly as possible. He looked up from his task to find Taylor gazing at him, her lower lip tucked under her front teeth.
He smoothed his hands up her thighs, hooked his fingers around her panties and yanked them off. He groaned at the sight. Her pussy was nearly shaven bare, with just a tiny tuft of dark blond curls above her clit. “I have to taste you.”
She jerked at his statement, but relaxed as he bent down. He spread her thighs open, the musky scent of her arousal hitting him, hardening him further. He took a long, leisurely lick upwards from her opening to her clit. She moaned and arched her back as the hot taste of her sex slid down his throat, scorching him from the inside out. Opening his mouth, he nuzzled in, kissing her inner labia, fueled by her sounds of pleasure. Ravenously he sucked in her sultry essence as a consuming lust unleashed within him. A raging urge to possess.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Brian rose over her and positioned his cock at her entrance, nudging to test her readiness. She was wet, slick with invitation. He looked into Taylor’s eyes. They were half-closed, glazed. She gave him a small smile of encouragement and wiggled her ass beneath him.
It was his undoing.
He plunged into her with a hard thrust, only managing to enter her about halfway before she squealed and tensed.
Brian froze. “Are you okay?”
Taylor released her breath, as if she had been holding it. She inhaled slowly. “It’s okay, just go slow.”
He pulled out slightly. “Can you take more of me?” She was small, but slick with arousal. He pushed back in slowly, her wetness welcoming him.
“More?” she asked as he pressed into her deeper. “You’re too big for me.”
Brian groaned. “No, honey, you can take me.” He rocked back and forth, a slow movement, easing his way inside her a bit further. “Damn, you’re tight. Does it hurt?”
Taylor squeezed her legs around his hips, as if she was determined to take him all the way inside. “Slow is better. Does it hurt you? Is it too tight?”
He groaned again. Everything she said went straight to his cock. “No, honey, tight is good for me. I want in you all of the way. Relax.”
Rocking his cock back and forth, his chest heaved at the exertion to hold back. His arms shook. No way was he going to last long. Straining, he eased back and forth, trying to hold back his release. Finally he felt his cock seat fully inside of her pussy.
“Aw, that’s it, honey, yeah,” he breathed into her mouth.
She whimpered in pleasure and he let himself go, pumping in and out of her, feeling her pussy clamp down on his shaft like a vice.
His release was fast and powerful. It seemed to go on and on and he indulged himself by thrusting hard and deep several times. He was mindless, lost in her. She was so tight, gripping his cock like nothing he had ever felt.
Finally, he came back to himself and opened his eyes to find Taylor’s eyes were squeezed shut. Shit. Not only was he certain she hadn’t had an orgasm, the expression on her face convinced him she was in pain.
He pulled out quickly and lay beside her, suddenly aware his full weight had been on her. “Taylor?” He had no idea what to say. He had always satisfied his lovers in the past. She opened her eyes and exhaled. She’d been holding her breath. Shit, shit, shit.
She turned her face towards him and gave him a little grin. She didn’t seem angry, which was surprising considering the way he’d just treated her, but he’d take it.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked simply, as if nothing intimate had occurred between them
.
He raised his eyebrows, he’d expected her to rail him over his botched, selfish attempt at lovemaking. Every other woman he’d been with would have, but Taylor just wanted the bathroom?
“There,” he answered, pointing at the closed bathroom door.
She got out of bed, grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom without another word.
Brian got up and disposed of the condom. “Listen, honey, I’m sorry about that,” Brian said through the door as he hopped into his boxers.
Taylor didn’t answer. Shit. “Taylor?” Water was running. Maybe she hadn’t heard him.
When the door opened, she was fully dressed. Taylor flashed him a weak smile, but kept her gaze on the floor.
“Taylor, honey, I’m sorry.”
Looking up, she asked, “Sorry for what?” Sounding a little confused, Taylor headed for the door.
“Wait—are you leaving?” Damn. That was worse than her being pissed. He was so lousy in bed, she was blowing him off completely. Panic rose in his chest.
“Oh…um…Yeah. I think I should go. It’s getting late.”
He followed her into the living room in his boxers, his panic increasing. “Taylor—shit—I’m sorry. Please stay.”
She grabbed her purse off of the couch and opened it, looking for her car keys. “Brian, I don’t think so, but thanks, it was…nice.” Taylor glanced up at him then, and her eyes looked watery.
Shit.
He took her into his arms “Aw, honey, damn. I am so sorry. Please stay.” He stiffened, full comprehension creeping in. “Taylor, did I hurt you?” Brian pulled back but left his hands on her upper arms, holding her lightly.
She looked up from the floor. “No, not really.”
“Not really?” Shit.
“We just don’t fit together very well, that’s all.”
Brian released her and took a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair. He was such an ass. A monumental, freak-of-nature-sized ass. He had gotten off, oh sure. It had felt better to him than he could ever remember sex feeling. And he had been so lost in pleasure that he had been completely oblivious to the fact that not only was his partner not enjoying the experience, she was in physical pain.
He took another deep breath. “Taylor, I am so sorry. Please, stay.” Cupping her chin, he brought her eyes up to his. “Let me make it up to you, honey. Look, this will sound monumentally stupid, because it is, but I was so into you, so turned on, I didn’t realize you were uncomfortable. And when you got up so quick after, I thought you were pissed because you didn’t come.”
“Oh, no. I don’t care about that.”
“I do.” He moved into her, caressing her shoulders.
“It’s okay, Brian, really. I’m not angry at all.”
“You should be. I was such an ass, Taylor. Let me make it up to you.” Moving closer, he rubbed her cheek with his knuckles, back and forth in a gentle caress. “Let me make it up to you, honey. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“I don’t think so.” Taylor snapped her purse closed, turned and left.
Brian stood, staring at the closed door, still in his boxers. He was such an idiot.
Chapter Four
Taylor poured herself a steaming cup of hot water from a stainless teapot on the stovetop and dropped in a teabag. She opened the fridge, grabbed a lemon and sliced it into fat wedges on a plastic cutting board. Tea always made her feel better when she was sick. And even though she wasn’t actually sick—unless the soreness between her legs counted as an illness—she still felt awful.
Last night had been a disaster.
The dinner had been fun, but the sex... Well, why had she expected it to be good? She’d only had a handful of sexual experiences. Masturbation didn’t count, not that she was any good at that anyway.
She certainly had never been with a man Brian’s size before. He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen. It was huge—had to be way above average. She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right and felt an ache in her pussy.
No doubt about it, she wasn’t made for sex. Maybe there was something anatomically wrong with her that kept her from climaxing and made it difficult to accommodate a man. Obviously her previous lovers had been on the small side.
She stared out the kitchen window and squeezed a lemon wedge into her tea. She inhaled the citrusy scent, contemplating a visit to her doctor. It would be embarrassing, but maybe it was necessary. No, she’d research the problem first, maybe visit the library at UC Medical School.
She was jolted from her thoughts by the phone ringing. Probably her mother’s Saturday morning check-in phone call. “Hello?”
“Taylor.”
Crap, it was Brian. Why did she never check the caller ID? “Hi.”
“Do you have plans today?”
“Today? Oh, yeah, today I’m really busy.”
“That so?”
His voice sounded deep, sexy, just as she remembered. “Yes.”
“Come with me to the basketball game today.”
Taylor felt her pussy awaken, and knew she was wet, just from the sound of his voice.
Too bad she was anatomically incorrect.
“Taylor? Please, come with me.”
She sighed. There was such a pleading note in his voice, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It wasn’t his fault she was incompetent in bed. He’d probably never experienced such a lacking lover.
No doubt, the man was a prime specimen.
He probably left satisfied women in his wake wherever he went. And she felt guilty because she knew he’d felt bad about hurting her last night. “Okay, but just the game. I’m busy later.”
He let out what sounded like a relieved sigh. “Great. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes. I know where your condo complex is. Just give me the number.”
“Twenty minutes? I’m still in my pajamas.”
“Aw, honey, don’t say things like that. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
Taylor laughed softly. “Good. I like gentlemen.”
“Bunny, I promise, from now on I will be nothing but gentle with you.”
Taylor experienced a surge of wetness in her panties in spite of the soreness and her nipples peaked.
This man was sex personified.
“See you in twenty minutes.” Taylor pushed the off button on the phone, wishing she could have thought of a sexy come-back, but why try? She wasn’t a sexpot. Sure, she could get aroused, but as soon as the actual sex act began, she lost the feeling. She’d go to the game with Brian and maybe try to explain, so he didn’t feel inadequate.
Brian tossed the phone on the coach and let out a harsh gust of air. He rolled his head around on his shoulders, trying to relax. He was tense everywhere. He hadn’t slept last night after Taylor left, just laid there and stared at the ceiling replaying every second from their evening together over and over in his mind.
He was such a jackass.
He should have seen the signs, been more in tune with her, his new lover. His new lover—he liked the sound of that thought. She would be his new lover.
She would.
He’d been so attracted to Taylor’s sweet innocent manner, but it never occurred to him the innocence might actually be genuine—that she could truly be sexually inexperienced, not just shy. He knew she hadn’t been a virgin. He wasn’t that oblivious. But in retrospect, her shyness in the bedroom seemed more than just a simple bashfulness with a new lover.
Especially when he thought about how tight her pussy had been.
His cock jerked to life in his shorts. Damn, but the squeeze of her cunt had been the best thing he’d ever felt. It was tight, but he had slid right in, nice and sweet.
He reached into his shorts and palmed his cock, gripping it hard and imagining it was Taylor’s pussy.
Sweet Taylor, moaning, with her beautiful tits in his mouth. He gripped himself harder, jerking up and down.
Taylor, wet for him, her juices soaking his cock and balls. He groa
ned with his head back, his release coming hard and fast, the image of her never leaving his mind.
He opened his eyes. Damn, he had it bad for her.
Showering super-speed, he changed into fresh clothes, grabbed his coaching bag, and was out the door in ten minutes flat. He found he was surprisingly nervous on the drive to her condo. No doubt she wanted to bolt right after the game and probably had no intention of continuing a relationship with him.
Relationship? Where the hell had that thought come from? Sexual relationship. Yes, he had meant sexual relationship. Well, Taylor was going to change her mind on that score because he had every intention of developing a very sexual relationship with her.
Today.
The size issue puzzled him. It had been a tight squeeze, but she had taken all of him. He was such a complete jackass. He’d heard her whimpers and thought she was enjoying the experience. Hell, those sounds had set him off and had him finishing long before he should have. But her whimpers had been out of pain. Was he so totally self-absorbed that he couldn’t tell the difference?
Today would be different.
His little bunny would try and scamper away, but he was determined she’d scamper right back into his bed.
Maybe he should ask his brother if he’d ever had a size issue with a woman before. God knew Anthony had been with enough women. He was a major player, so surely he’d experienced something like this before. His brother would be at the game today. He helped Brian train the boys, but it would be tough to get a private moment with him to talk about it.
Pulling into Taylor’s condo complex, he spotted her waiting on the curb. She looked adorable. Short white shorts showed off her shapely legs, a pink tank top showcased her creamy shoulders, and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
He loved her hair, wanted to fist his hands into those blond waves while she sucked on his cock.
Whoa. His mind could not go there or his cock would surely follow. Fast.
Stopping his SUV in front of Taylor, he pushed the unlock button, and reached over to open the passenger side door.
“Hi,” Taylor said breathlessly as she climbed in and buckled her seatbelt.
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