by Lynn LaFleur
She chewed, and groaned in pleasure. “Oh, that’s wonderful. I love fish.”
“What kind is it?”
“May I have another bite?”
“Sure.”
Brett drained his wineglass while waiting for her to chew the second piece of fish. He added more wine to both of theirs. “No stalling. Guess now.”
“It’s a white fish.”
“What kind of white fish?”
“Ocean perch?”
“No.”
“Well shoot.”
He set his glass on the table. “Grouper. That means I get to take something else off you.”
Brett slid his hands up one of Abby’s legs until he reached the top of her stocking. He tugged it down an inch. The smooth flesh he uncovered deserved to be kissed. He nipped it with his teeth, then licked it.
Abby inhaled sharply. Her fingers tunneled into his hair. He nipped her leg again, right above her knee. He alternated between biting and kissing as he made his way down her leg. By the time he pulled off her stocking, she was panting.
“What kind of sauce covered the fish?”
“What?” She sounded breathless.
“The sauce.” He kissed her deeply, driving his tongue into her mouth over and over. “On the grouper. What kind was it?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer.”
He took even longer to remove the second stocking…kissing, nipping, licking her skin until Abby writhed on the cushions. Every time she moved her hips, he caught a whiff of her arousal. She had to be dripping wet by now. He wanted to bury his tongue inside her more than he wanted his next breath.
She clutched at his shoulders. “Mushroom! White wine, butter and mushrooms.”
Damn, she was good. He’d thought he had her with that one. He tossed her silk stocking to the floor with the other one. “You’re right.”
She sat up, still trying to catch her breath. He loved the way her breasts moved in the deep V of her dress. That would go soon.
“Fair is fair. What do you want me to take off next?”
“I want to feel your skin. Take off your shirt.”
He did as she requested, and tossed in on the quickly growing pile of clothing.
Brett gritted his teeth when Abby laid her soft, warm hands on his chest. Her fingertips glided across his skin, leaving heat in their path. She traveled across his chest, up to his shoulders, down the center of his stomach. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, he held her wrists to stop her. One touch from her and his cock would explode like it had last night. Coming in his pants a second time wasn’t in his plans tonight.
“What kind of mushrooms?” he asked. He needed some time to get his body back under control.
It took her several seconds to answer him. “What?”
“The sauce. What kind of mushrooms are in it?”
“I don’t care.” She moved her hands, trying to loosen his grip. “I want to touch you.”
“Answer my question first.”
She huffed out a quick breath. “Portabella.”
“Wrong. They’re morels.” Still gripping her wrists, he leaned forward and whispered directly into her ear. “Time to lose your dress, Ms. Horton.”
Chapter Ten
Blinded to total darkness by the mask, Abby’s other senses sprang to life. She heard Brett’s rapid breathing, felt his warm breath against her ear. She smelled a hint of his cologne, a woodsy scent that made her insides flutter every time she inhaled. She still tasted the flavor of the morels on her tongue.
She’d much rather taste Brett.
Cool air brushed her right shoulder. His lips and tongue moved down her arm as he dragged her sleeve lower. He nibbled on the inside of her elbow, licked the tender skin. Abby had never realized that area of her body was so sensitive.
He pulled the sleeve past her hand. Holding her wrist, he lifted her hand to his mouth. One by one, he pulled each finger into his mouth and sucked on it. She felt the sucking deep inside her pussy.
“Brett.” She could barely speak for the tightness in her throat.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you? From the first moment I saw you in Rose’s shop, I wanted you.”
No man had ever spoken to her with so much emotion in his voice…not even Pierce. Brett started with her thumb again, licking and sucking each finger. What a difference total darkness made. Her clit throbbed with every tug of his lips.
He released her hand. Abby knew he stayed near. She heard him breathe, but he didn’t touch her. A gentle kiss on her lips surprised her. It took her a moment to relax into the kiss and return it. She placed her hands on Brett’s waist, let them slide down to squeeze his buttocks. One hand drifted around to caress his cock through his trousers. He groaned, but didn’t back off. He was so long, so thick. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thrusting inside her.
She continued to caress his firm flesh but she could tell from his ragged breathing that her touch was driving him as mad as it was her. Still, he slowly dragged the other sleeve down her left arm and over her hand. He pushed the dress down to her waist. Abby knew he was looking at her small breasts, her hard nipples.
He cradled her breasts, ran his thumbs over the tips. “These are beautiful.”
“They’re too—“
“Shhh.” He kissed her before she could finish her statement. “Don’t you dare say they’re too small again. They’re perfect.”
“Men like big breasts.”
“Not all men.”
Abby gasped when Brett closed his lips over her nipple. The sensation seemed so much more intense since she couldn’t see what he did, couldn’t guess what he’d do next.
She arched her back, pressed her breast closer to his mouth. He sucked harder, drew more of her breast into his mouth. Left, right, left again, he moved between her breasts…suckling one while kneading the other. Pleasure built, starting at her toes and rushing to her head. If she could have seen anything, she knew she’d see the room spin, just like her body was spinning out of control. She’d had lovers who’d sucked her breasts, but none of them had taken her to this point. She clutched at Brett’s hair and moaned loudly as an orgasm galloped through her body.
Brett held Abby in his arms, slowly licking her nipples while she recovered from her climax. He loved that her breasts were so sensitive he could make her come from sucking and caressing them.
He wondered how many other ways he could make her come. Tonight, he’d do his damnedest to make that number soar.
Reaching behind her head, he removed the silver clip from her hair. It fell in auburn waves to her shoulders. “Lift your hips,” he uttered against her mouth.
Once she obeyed him, Brett drew her dress past her hips and down her legs to fall to the floor. “Lie back,” he instructed again before kissing her deeply.
Brett ended the kiss and rose to his knees between her legs. Abby lay before him, wearing nothing but the bright red thong and necklace he’d given her. He gazed at the triangle that barely covered her mound. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her.
“Lift your hips again,” he whispered.
He clasped the tiny straps over her hips and tugged down the thong. When he saw her bare pussy, he almost swallowed his tongue.
“Damn.” He tossed the thong aside, parted the swollen folds to see her sleek flesh. Her pussy lips were dark pink and slick with her cream, her clit visible beneath the hood. “Your pussy’s so beautiful, all swollen and pink and wet.” He whisked his thumb across her clit, and smiled when she drew a startled breath and arched her hips. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she answered, breathless.
She’d had one orgasm, but her reaction to his touch proved one wouldn’t be enough. One wouldn’t be nearly enough for him either. Brett planned to give her so many, she’d lose count.
He remembered she liked her clit rubbed in slow circles. He caressed it with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside
her silky channel. Abby clenched her fists and arched her hips even higher.
“I want to make you come again.” He nipped the inside of her thigh, close to her mound. “That’s what tonight’s all about. This time with my tongue.” Her other thigh received the same gentle bite. “Spread your legs wider.”
Abby placed her feet on the cushion and let her knees fall open. Her body felt as tight as a bow string.
“Just relax, baby.” He slid another finger inside her.
“How can I relax when you’re…you’re… Oh…my…god!”
He’d mined for the hidden treasure, her G-spot, and from the way she trembled, he knew he’d found it. “You like?”
Like? She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. Shock waves were rolling through her, building, building. She’d only read about the elusive G-spot, never really believed it existed. In less time than it took to say “morel mushroom”, Brett had not only found hers, he was massaging it with soft, measured strokes. A few moments longer, she’d not only come again, she’d likely explode right out of her skin.
Gooseflesh stood on her arms and legs, shivers rushed through her, while her legs and knees trembled. Then she felt the blissful swipe of his tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh, yes!”
Abby grabbed Brett’s head and raised her pussy closer to his mouth. He licked her clit, flicked it with the tip of his tongue. The entire time he concentrated on her clit, he also caressed her G-spot. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her heart pounded. She struggled to breathe as the pleasure grew inside her.
It crested when Brett suckled her clit.
Abby bucked against his mouth and released a long, keening moan. Her first orgasm had been intense. This one was staggering.
Had it lasted five seconds or five hours? She didn’t know except her body had obviously been stolen and replaced by some sort of wanton love machine who could not get enough of Brett Kincade. She slowly became aware of her surroundings. Brett continued to lick her…long, slow strokes up and down her labia and over her anus. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop, despite the fact that he’d yet to have an orgasm and she’d had two.
She loosened her grip and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “That was amazing.”
He kissed her mound, her navel, between her breasts, her lips. He stretched out on top of her, pressed his hard cock against her pussy. Abby was surprised to discover he still wore his trousers.
“Why aren’t you naked?”
Brett kissed her again. “Because I wanted to satisfy you first.”
He raised the mask and gently removed it. Although only candlelight lit the room, the sudden light after darkness made Abby blink. She looked into Brett’s blue eyes, saw the tenderness and caring. Her heart swelled with love.
He kissed her once more before he stood and picked up his jacket. He dug through a pocket until he found the key Raoul had given him earlier…the key to the “treasure chest”. He gripped it in his fist.
“What does that unlock?”
A wicked smile crossed his lips. “You’ll see.”
Excitement and desire coursed through her. Two intense orgasms and she still wanted more. Her gaze passed over his wide chest with the light sprinkling of blond hair and down to the large bulge in his trousers. It appeared he was definitely ready to give her more.
Brett scooped Abby up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a fluff of angel’s hair and headed toward the middle playroom. The door handle turned easily. He pushed the door open with his foot.
Abby did a double take when they crossed the threshold. Brett savored her reaction and her delighted expression. Raoul and his minions had done well. A huge four-poster bed occupied the center of the room. Gauzy sheers draped from one post to the other and covered the top like a canopy. Large pillar candles in brass holders blazed in every corner of the room, casting their golden glow over the bed.
The comforter had been pulled to the end of the bed, exposing dark silk sheets. Brett laid Abby in the middle of the bed and rested her head on a pillow. He lay with her, covering her body with his while he kissed her. She clutched at his shoulders, ran her hands down his spine to his buttocks. Brett groaned at the touch of her fingernails digging into his ass.
“Brett, please take off your pants.”
Her warm breath in his ear sent shivers through him. He’d purposely left his trousers on so he wouldn’t be tempted to ravish her. But watching her experience two orgasms, and with his hormones screaming at him to take her, Brett could wait no longer. After giving her one more heated kiss, he stood, raked his fly open and shucked his trousers, exposing bare skin.
Abby kept her eyes glued to his cock. “Had I known you’d gone commando, I’d have gotten in your pants an hour ago.”
Brett palmed his cock, slowly running his hand up and down the length while she watched. She rose to one elbow and licked her lips. “I’ve waited long enough, Brett. I want to taste you.” She crooked her finger, inviting him to come to her.
He shook his head. “If you touch me now, I’ll come all over your hand.”
A devilish gleam filled her eyes. “I’m told cum is good for the skin. Keeps your hands soft.”
“Maybe in round two, sweetness. Right now, I need to come inside you.”
With the key Raoul had given him, he opened a small wooden chest on a table near the bed. An array of sex toys and lubricants lined up neatly for his selection. He didn’t need any lube—yet—so he bypassed it and chose a foil-wrapped condom.
Abby took the package from him and tore it open. “Let me do that.”
Brett nibbled on her neck, then her shoulder while she slid the condom over his shaft. He inhaled a sharp breath and closed his eyes. He loved the way she caressed his cock and balls, taking more time than she needed to put the condom on him. Brett had no complaints about that. He’d wait an hour as long as he felt her hands, her soft fingertips, a dusting of playful touching. Breathe, he told himself. For both of them, he wanted to make this last.
Finally, with his control slipping, Brett lowered Abby to the bed, spread her legs and slid inside her in one long glide.
He moaned at the same time she did. Her channel was so tight, so wet, so hot. How long had it been since she’d been with a man?
“Oh baby, this feels good. So right.” He forced his eyes to stay open. He had to see what she was feeling. Words weren’t enough.
Her look didn’t disappoint.
“If I died this minute, I’d never forget how good you feel inside me.”
He slowed his strokes. He knew she needed time to build her desire again. He cradled one breast and thumbed her nipple in time with his thrusts, felt her heart pounding beneath his palm, heard her soft sighs while she moved with him.
He’d kept it up to the edge of insanity. Not a moment too soon, she clasped his ass and cried, “Faster, Brett. Move faster.”
Brett kissed her over and over while he pumped. Her breathing became irregular. She dug her fingernails into his buttocks and threw her head back.
“Brett! God!”
The walls of her pussy contracted around his cock. Brett tried to hold back his own release, but it would’ve been easier to hold back the high tide. He growled low in his throat as pleasure rushed through his body.
He’d dreamed of coming with her. His dream came true. He saw skyrockets, stars bursting, and rainbows forming with overflowing pots of gold. Abby was his gold. She was all he’d ever need to feel rich and satisfied.
“You okay, baby?” he managed after his pulse slowed and their breathing quieted.
“I’m fine,” she said. “No, don’t move. I want you to stay inside me.”
“I don’t want to smother you.”
They both shifted, enough that they had room to breathe and still keep his cock nestled inside her.
“Brett Kincade, you are absolutely an incredible lover.”
Her whispered words gave him the strength to lift his head. He smiled at the satisf
ied look on her face, and brushed strands of hair from her eyes. “I could say the same for you.”
She ran her hands up and down his spine. “It’s been a long time for me. I worried I wouldn’t be able to please you like the—“
“I don’t sleep around anymore, Abby. I’m not looking for quick sex. I’m looking for someone who’ll love me as much as I love her.”
She lightly caressed his lips with her fingertips. Brett nipped at them.
She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair fanned out around her head, light against the dark pillowcase. Her skin appeared golden in the candlelight. Her lips looked soft and swollen from his kisses.
But her honesty struck him even more. He planned to pursue that later, not now while those luscious lips beckoned him. He slid his mouth over hers, touched her lips with the tip of his tongue. Her low moan urged him to deepen the kiss. His body responded, his cock grew longer and thicker inside her.
She clutched at him when he started to pull away from her. “Where are you going?”
“We need a fresh condom.”
Raoul had placed a small covered box on the table next to the chest for exactly that purpose. Brett used one of the moist towelettes to cleanse himself and dropped it in the box with the used condom. He turned back to Abby. Once again his rod jerked at the sight of her shaved pussy. He’d just had a staggering orgasm, his first inside Abby but definitely not his last.
He caressed her wet slit with one thumb. “I think you need my tongue again.”
She fluttered her fingertip along his sheathed rod. “I think I need your cock again.”
He licked her leg from her knee to the top of her thigh. “How about tongue first, then cock?”
“Unless you can find a way to do both.”
He laughed even as he parted her folds with thumb and forefinger. Still smiling, he tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked up and down her labia, darted his tongue inside her…first her pussy, then her ass.
Abby’s breathing turned short and choppy again. She writhed on the bed, pumping her hips in time to the strokes of his tongue. Her breath caught when he pushed his tongue into her ass, yet she didn’t pull away from him. She lifted her hips higher. He saw she wanted more.
