by Ward, Susan
Somewhere she’d lost her sunglasses and scarf, and as she pulled off her shirt, I won’t lie, I nearly came then. Too much anticipation was a humiliating thing for a guy, but seeing a body like that I was a goner. The problem was I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. She owned me completely from that moment on and I hadn’t even made love to her yet.
She was unimaginably beautiful. It was amazing what a few extra years on a girl could do to her figure. Lush, generous breasts in a lacy black bra, small waist, smooth, flat stomach, and long, graceful limbs. Just the right amount of curve and slope everywhere. And the thought that I was going to see her, all of her, as I imagined it, lying beneath me wearing only those pearls—
Damn.
I closed my eyes.
There were just enough beads leaking from my dick that—
I heard a soft purring laugh, but I didn’t open my eyes, even though she let me know she thought my tightly closed lids were amusing. But I couldn’t open them. One glimpse at her would finish what I was battling to stop.
The bed shimmied beneath me as she stretched out beside me, and her mouth crashed into mine as her fingers trailed down my chest to my waist.
She got my belt unfastened, the fly opened, and the zipper down without ever missing a beat with her kiss. Her cinnamon spice tongue darted into my mouth, twirling and stroking mine in a way I felt all the way down to my erection.
I needed to get out of my pants. Now.
I needed to open my eyes.
I needed…
Groaning into her mouth, my hips flexed upward when her fingers closed around my cock, and while the strokes were glorious, I’d hoped for something better than a hand job. The problem was I could barely move to change any of it.
I was overly aroused, tensing every muscle not to come too soon, wanting her never to stop, wishing she would stop so I could sink my rod deeply into her. I wanted to be buried inside her in a way I’d never known with a girl. To possess her as completely as she was doing effortlessly with only her fingers.
Fuck, Jack. Pull it together.
It was far from my first hand job…but, oh God…even in my vast experience with girls I had nothing to compare to this.
I was there, swollen and about to shoot into her palm, when her fingers relaxed and, with one slow stroke upward, lifted from my erection before it was too late.
I took in several full chest loads of oxygen to steady myself, though the urge to turn her on the bed made me wonder what the fuck was my problem this time.
She was naked.
She was kissing me and touching me everywhere, in an unmistakable, silent supplication to get on with it.
I was certainly hard.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.
I just had to…
“Oh fuck.” I groaned loudly, and awash with shivers, I lifted up my head enough to see if what I was feeling really was what she was doing.
Slowly my cock disappeared between her lips and her tongue started dancing against my flesh.
Watching this was definitely not a good call, but I’d never had a girl give me a blowjob before. It was on the list of what all guys wanted, but no matter how much I suggested it, all the girls I knew, good Catholic girls, just wouldn’t do it.
Hand job—no effort to get.
Oh, their legs opened the moment I wanted them to.
Cock in mouth—never.
Even loose Catholic girls had things they wouldn’t do. Sucking a guy’s dick, top of the list.
Her tongue ran my full length, teased the crown, knowing exactly that spot beneath the head, and then she sank me deep inside her wet tunnel, again causing me to fall back against the bed. The movement of her mouth became more insistent, and she was altering the flow with her fingers at the base and sometimes teasing my balls.
I wasn’t sure what I could do with her in this. I had lots of wants, and one by one I just gave in to them. My fingers played in her hair. My hips flexed into her mouth. As long as she stroked me with her tongue and lips, I wasn’t about to stop any of this.
I wanted it all.
Every glorious suck and tease.
In her mouth.
From her fingers.
The building climb tightened every muscle in my body. The heated want ran my flesh like a burn. I wasn’t sure if coming now would be taking it beyond what she offered, but my cock went rock hard.
My hips turned in to her, my fingers tightened in her hair, moving her more quickly on me, and I came in her mouth, pumping vigorously, not wanting it to end.
I collapsed back against the bed as she softened her lips and stroked me once, twice, before her head lifted. Thus far, I’d done nothing for Lena, but I was shivering from the pleasure she’d given me, unable to quiet my limbs even after she lay against me, her head on my chest.
I was lying there, bliss-numb and embarrassed, lost in the pleasure that wouldn’t quiet in my flesh.
I needed to do something. Say something.
I couldn’t do either.
I felt her above me, her face close to my cheek.
Then a touch of her lips against my jaw.
I opened my eyes and Lena’s beautiful face blocked out the world around me. My momentary embarrassment died with the look she gave me.
“Now that we’ve taken care of that, Jack, I want you to make love to me. I want this to be a night you remember and one that makes me forget.”
Ten
We lay on our sides, heads on pillows, facing each other. We hadn’t moved or talked in a very long time. We hadn’t made love yet either.
“What are you thinking, Jack? You have the most interesting expression on your face.”
I was pretty sure I was grinning stupidly.
“Thinking? Just staring at you, doll. What man could think looking at you? You’re so perfect, there are times you almost don’t look real.”
“Always the fast, charming answer to everything.” Then her gaze clouded over. “I’m not perfect and I’m very real. I think too real for you.”
I knew why she said that, but I didn’t care about any of that; Gustavo, her scandal, or even her age.
“Nope, you’re perfect. And perfect for me.”
Her hand cupped my cheek, her fingers spread wide. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a man more beautiful than you. I’ve been lost in your eyes since the first moment I saw them.”
Man—that she finally called me that made me feel like she was starting to think of me as something more than a brief flirtation.
I leaned in, kissing her the way I longed to, glorifying her melding into me. Her lush slopes teased every inch of my body as she answered the seeking want of my flesh, and making love to her, making this incredible connection I felt to her at last complete, was as necessary as breathing. A connection I would have thought romantic fallacy before her. My want for her existed from a place in my body I’d never known before.
I was hers for the taking, and all she had to do was take me. It was that much a foregone conclusion, and I was pretty sure she knew it, but it didn’t matter.
I roamed her neck with my kisses, teeth, and touches of lips as she liked to do to me. She shivered and pushed into me more eagerly, her hands running my back as she made little breathy moans.
She bowed her neck as she stretch out beside me on the bed. That was all the encouragement I needed. My mouth lowered to her breasts, tasting and running their slopes as my hand slid up her thigh toward her clit.
My body went into rapid overdrive, enflaming to each taste of her and the unabashed pleasure that shone on her face with each of my touches there. Each lick and stroke she savored like a greedy goddess desperate for more. Her hands moved mine to where she wanted me to touch her. She guided my mouth back to her hard rose-colored tips. But the vision of her teasing her bud and fingering her slit—Jesus Christ, I’d never seen a girl touch herself before and the way she did it was beyond sexy—a
nd to watch both of us stroking her there to get her slick for me was more than I could take.
Ripping my eyes from the seductive dance of our fingers, I rolled in to her, between her legs, fighting to contain the excitement in my cock now covered with her juices. She was so warm, wet and ready, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of my erection pushing in on her dainty folds.
I buried myself deeply, letting out a growl with the feeling of being tightly held within her, and I lost myself in the rapid pump of my cock. A moan sighed through her lips, and I closed my mouth over hers, my kisses devouring. I couldn’t get enough of her—taste, touch, feel, or even deepness within her. I was in her, the most I could be, and it was still not enough.
As her inner walls tightened and her hips raised to meet my thrusts, the mounting heat inside me quickened my pace.
Her husky whimpers penetrated my ragged breaths.
“Slowly, Jack. Slowly. I’m a meal not a pastry.”
I vaguely knew what she meant by that silly comment, but the problem was I was too far gone.
I could only manage a groan in response because I was shaking with want of release. I was racing toward an orgasm I knew would feel unlike any I’d had before.
I couldn’t quiet my body, not even for Lena. And as if she sensed it, she reached up, encircling me with her arms and pulling me close, as she pressed her heel into my ass, urging me onward.
I was lost in the ecstasy of being buried deep within Lena at last, surrounded by the scent of her and the lushness of her body. I couldn’t contain the eager demand of my cock as I moved into her hard and as deeply as I could go, in a well-practiced rhythm, even though through my hazy senses I was vaguely aware that her delicate hands glided my flesh with the barest of contact and that her lips touched with a plea for me to slow down.
I couldn’t change any of it, how my body moved in her, not that first time I was with her. I was lost in a world of sensation and want. All I wanted was to please and possess her, but I didn’t know that I was doing neither and the gentle woman inside her wouldn’t tell me.
“Oh, Jack…”
My mind went blank after that, and as I plunged into her, it felt so good. We felt so good. She was everything I had never imagined before her.
“Oh God,” I groaned loudly, spilling myself deeply inside her as she continued to hold me and use her hips to stroke me until every last drop of me was in her.
~~~
Later, I was lying there with her in my arms, savoring the bliss of knowing her completely, when Lena said quietly in her melodic voice, “You make love like a virgin.”
She didn’t say it like a criticism, but it landed like a sharp jab and wounded me in a manner unlike anything I’d known before because for me, for the first time, being with a girl had been all that it should be. And yet for her—
Fighting to maintain some level of composure, I eased away from her onto my back, and my arm moved on its own, though I willed it not to, to cover my eyes. “I’ve been with lots of girls,” I responded awkwardly, and definitely inappropriately.
“Of course you have. Did you think I couldn’t tell that?” Her fingers moved in a gentle caress on my chest. “Virgin of heart. Not virgin of body. There’s a difference. You’d know that if you’d ever been in love before. You’ve never been in love.”
It was the truth. I hadn’t been love before, but that she knew it bothered me, and that I was already in love with her and she couldn’t see it bothered me even more.
She kissed my chest and I lifted my arm to look at her.
She peeked up at me. “Why no special girl before?”
“Special girls are rare. Miraculous girls even rarer.”
Damn, I amused her again.
“And for a boy like you, only miraculous will do?”
I frowned. “What do you mean, like me?”
My entire body was taut as I waited for her reply, wondering what she’d see in me this time and how it would hit me.
She snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around me. “A boy afraid to be vulnerable and open his heart. What happened to you, Jack, that you are afraid to open your heart to a girl?”
It was my turn to be amused by her. “I’m not. The heart doesn’t work that way. It opens when it’s ready to, when it’s right. If it’s the right girl, the heart has no choice and there’s nothing a guy can do to stop it.”
Those enormous brown eyes locked on mine, lids wide. “Is it open now?”
My response was lost in the rapidly heating blood in my veins, and she moved above me, her mouth touching the way down my chest and then lower.
I turned her on the bed, ready to bury myself deeply within her.
Her hands moved in quieting strokes on my flesh.
“Slowly, Jack. Slowly. We have all night.”
Eleven
I woke alone my first morning in Lena’s bed and for a moment I panicked, fearing she was gone. It seemed something she would do; disappear again. Just as she had said, she’d make the night one I’d always remember, and I was pretty darn sure it was one I’d never forget.
Her disappearing on me again would definitely make that a certainty. A man would never escape the memory of a woman who made love the way she did and then vanished.
The room was quiet enough to make my alarm bells tick up. I climbed from the bed, put on my boxers, and dread curled in my gut as I entered the sitting room.
Empty.
Shit, had she left me?
It was barely dawn.
She couldn’t have departed for the east coast without saying goodbye. She wouldn’t. Not even Lena, in her most unpredictable moments, would leave a guy that way after the night we’d just shared. She had to still be here somewhere. Our tiny municipal airport wouldn’t even be open yet.
I was about to get dressed and go in search of her when my gaze locked on her sunglasses and scarf lying on a table. Then the open terrace doors.
I hurried toward the glass. Near crippling relief shot through my veins. Lena was sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, black curls bed-mussed, with her face tilted upward to the sun.
There was a smile on her lips that shot straight to my heart. She hadn’t left. She was here and—though, yes, an arrogant thought—how she looked made me positive she was thinking of me.
That smile had to be for me.
It couldn’t be there for any other reason.
Not after the things we’d done.
A flush ran my body.
We’d done a lot of things; things I’d dreamed of doing with a girl and others I hadn’t even known to want.
Sensation spread from my heart to my groin.
Thank God she was here.
I stepped out onto the terrace. “Nope, I don’t like it. Not at all.”
She tensed, her mouth changing into a tight line as she turned to look at me. She lifted her chin. “What don’t you like?”
Fuck.
I could tell then she’d taken the comment the wrong way for some reason, though I wasn’t sure why.
I crouched down in front of her chair. “You leaving me. I wanted to see your face first thing and you left me.”
The taut arrangement of her features softened and her hand moved to my face. “I never miss sunrise, and it’s magnificent here with a view of the Pacific. I’m so glad I asked for an ocean-facing room.”
I frowned, though I was teasing. “More magnificent than waking up in my arms?”
“Never,” she whispered slowly, leaning in for a kiss.
Her mouth spread wide, her tongue tickling my lips before she eased back. She was smiling again.
“Foolish boy. A woman would never walk away from you.”
She was just stroking my ego. I knew that, since I was soon off to Harvard and her off to New York, but I wanted it to be true. In the worst way.
I stood up and held my hands out for her.
“Then come back to bed.”
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br /> She laughed. “Oh. Both obvious and greedy this morning.”
I flushed, trying to hide it behind a grin. “I don’t care, Lena. Not about being obvious or that you think me greedy. Come back to bed and let me be both.”
She stayed curled in the chair, laughing her exasperated purr. “What have I done to you, Jack?”
“What have we done to each other?”
She shook her head. “Always fast on your feet. Even in the morning”—she brushed her thumb across my erection straining against my boxers toward her—“even preoccupied with this. Don’t you have to go home? Somewhere you need to be? I don’t want to complicate your life any more than I already have.”
I shook my head, though we both knew it was a lie. I appreciated she didn’t mention my parents, making me sound like a boy again when I felt anything but that with her.
Though not mentioning Gloria and the senator didn’t change a thing in my circumstance or what being with Lena potentially could mean to me. I didn’t doubt Gloria had burned up the phones lines to my father by now, and that there would be hell to pay for having taken off without a word to anyone. There would definitely be hell to pay with the senator if he ever learned it was Lena I’d been with. I still wasn’t sure what we were together. Trying to label it was an impossible thing.
But none of that mattered.
Not now. Here. With her.
And I was too young—or maybe too much in love—to worry about the more life-altering consequences of have gone to bed with her.
Slowly, she pushed off the blanket and stood. She was naked underneath and the early rays of sun teased her silky skin, making my ache for her painful.
“I’m yours for the day if you want me,” I whispered, trailing light kisses and nips down her neck.
She moved her head back and those mysterious brown eyes stared up at me. “I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I lifted her in to me, and she surrounded me with her arms and legs, bringing her lips back to mine. I cupped her ass as I pressed her against my erection, grinding into her as I carried her back to the bedroom.
