“Off.” She slid her hands under the soft fabric, reveling in the hard lines of his abdomen. “Please.”
He smiled and grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. Liselle licked her lips and stared. He looked as strong as he felt, though she winced when she saw the scars that twisted up and over his right shoulder. She touched the one that started on his bicep gently.
“Does it hurt?”
He shrugged, rolling his shoulder under her palm. “Sometimes the joint bothers me. I have nerve damage on the skin and inside, so parts of it are numb. But I can’t complain, not really. I didn’t lose my arm. And I’m alive.” a shadow passed over his face so fast she wasn’t sure she really saw it or if she was imagining things.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, when she bit her lip. “I’m okay.” He kissed her fingers.
Liselle smiled at him and let her hands roam over his skin again, enjoying the heat he exuded. She traced all of his scars, then moved down to his stomach, smiling when he squirmed.
“Ticklish?” she asked.
He laughed and she moved her hand down. He inhaled sharply when her wrist bumped his erection. It tented the front of his sweats.
That must be uncomfortable, she thought as she froze, looking up at his face. He watched her, visibly restraining himself. She could tell he wanted to touch her, but was letting her have her way with him first, maybe to reassure her? She didn’t understand him. Liselle lifted her hands away, suddenly having second thoughts. What was she doing? She’d just met this man and sweet as he was, he was still stronger than her. And men can be unpredictable when you let your guard down, she thought.
“Oh no, don’t get shy now. I like your hands all over me,” he murmured, reaching down and capturing her right arm. He drew her up, deliberately placing her palm on his cock. She gasped as he sucked in a breath, erection leaping into her fingers. She let herself touch him, running her hand up and down his length through his sweats. He trembled, looking suddenly vulnerable, and that was so surprising that she pushed her misgivings down.
This man won’t hurt me, she told herself, desperately wanting it to be true. She remembered how protective he’d been with Beth. She curved her fingers around him.
He touched her hand then used it to jack himself. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen even with the fabric in the way: their fingers tangled together, his dick surging up between.
“God, Liselle.” His breathing was ragged.
“Off,” she said again, this time tugging at his sweats before she could have second thoughts.
He looked at her, eyes dark with arousal, then slid a hand under his pants, shoving them off in one graceful motion. His cock jutted out, a deep red and wet at the tip. Damn, he was huge. Liselle didn’t think she’d ever seen a man so beautiful.
Or so well-endowed, she thought with trepidation. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside her, at least not without a lot of coaxing. She closed her legs, a sudden burst of insecurity racing through her.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you. Here, scoot forward,” he said, seeming to understand her hesitation.
She frowned, wondering what he had in mind. When he slid back onto the couch behind her, cocooning her between his legs again, she breathed a sigh of relief. This felt safe, despite the heat of his erection pressing into her spine. He pulled the blanket back up.
“Okay?” he whispered into her ear.
She nodded.
“Good. Let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice low and raspy.
She shivered, but not with cold. He ran his fingers down her arms, then wriggled his hand behind her back.
“Can I undo this?” He slid a finger under her bra strap.
She had to clear her throat to speak. “Yeah, okay.”
He undid her bra and tossed it in front of the fireplace.
“You smell wonderful. And you feel gorgeous,” he said, immediately sliding his hands over her breasts.
She squirmed, simultaneously comforted and aroused. His fingers were playing with her nipples again and the arousal that had faded with her worry came back with a vengeance.
“I can tell you really like this.” His thumbs flicked her nipples into aching points.
She nodded, gripping his thighs. She felt dizzy, like she was in a plane going a thousand miles an hour. Adrenaline rushed through her and she had to hold on tightly, trusting that he would be there to catch her if she fell.
“Shhh. Relax,” he said, kissing under her ear. “I have a feeling most of the men in your life were jerks, am I right?”
She snorted, still jumpy. “Yeah. You could say that.” She felt him smile against her skin.
“I don’t want to be like them. I’m not like them. Let me take care of you for a little while.” His hands slowly caressed her breasts, then moved down her abdomen, warm and gentle.
“I can take care of myself,” she said, fully aware of how ridiculous she was being. She was sprawled on top of him. They were both naked, or nearly so, in her case. The time for second thoughts was past.
He chuckled. “I know you can. But right now, right here, tonight, you don’t have to.” He put a hand right on her mound, fingers slowly rubbing against the silken fabric of her panties.
She arched her spine, the pleasure making her cry out.
“Yeah, you like that,” he said. “I can feel how wet you are.”
She nodded, letting her legs fall open. He scraped a nail along the fabric, right over her sensitive clit. She dug her fingers into his thigh, the pleasure shooting through her like a falling star. She’d made so many wishes for exactly this, for a man who would treat her as though she mattered, and now that it was happening she couldn’t believe it.
“Are you on any birth control?” he asked, kissing her ear.
She froze for a moment, then had to laugh. She hadn’t been expecting him to ask that, though it made sense. Guys who weren’t jerks actually cared about that kind of thing. “I had my tubes tied a few years ago. I don’t want kids.”
His hand stopped, then resumed its slow movements. “Yeah. I can understand that,” he said wryly.
She craned her head around, trying to see his face. “You don’t want kids?”
He shook his head. “No. My sisters have more than enough kids to go around. I like being an uncle.” He kissed her then, his mouth hot and skilled.
She let herself melt into him, panting when he tucked her head into his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.
“I won’t,” he promised, slipping his hands back down her body. He put a finger in her panties and tugged them down. She lifted her hips, helping him slide them off. His hands went under her ass, spreading her open beneath the blanket. She could smell herself. A trickle of moisture ran from her pussy down to her butt. His fingers were brushing against her asshole, gently teasing the sensitive nerves. She writhed, desperate for him to touch her harder, faster, something … as long as it was more.
“You smell fucking fantastic,” he muttered, hands slipping up and around until he had her by the thighs. He opened her up, hooking her legs around his so that she didn’t have to hold herself up anywhere.
Liselle moaned as the position pressed his cock against her back like a brand. “I’m not hurting you?” she asked, worried she was too heavy for him.
He laughed as he shook his head. “Not at all,” he said, nibbling at the tendon in her shoulder. “You’re warm and soft and sexy. And you’re tiny. You’re not hurting me at all. Now, stop worrying.”
She shuddered as he bit down, then soothed her skin with his tongue. One of his hands moved up to her breasts, the other back to her pussy where he spread her arousal all over, fingers sliding in and out sensuously. Her hips jerked, trying to get his hand exactly where she wanted it.
“Please,” she begged again.
“Please what?” he asked huskily. She tossed her head at the sound of his voice, feeling hi
gh on strong, aroused male. Clearly this was as much a torture for him as it was for her.
“Touch me. God—” she broke off, throwing her head back when his clever fingers slid the hood of her clit back and forth. “More. John, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, fingers circling, circling.
Her hips moved restlessly. He held her tightly under her ribs and opened his legs more, forcing her thighs wider. When his finger delicately tapped the tip of her clit, she keened, so close she couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Mmm, that’s it,” he said, finger tapping. Just as she was about to come, he stopped and dipped inside her again. She groaned in protest and he kissed her neck, fingers circling her labia as he eased her off the edge.
“What are you doing?” she managed, breathing heavy.
“I want you to stop thinking so much. Let me make you feel good,” he said.
“You’re killing me,” she complained, hands tracing frustrated patterns on his thighs.
“I’ll get you there, I promise. Patience,” he said, lifting her up his torso. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he swiveled his hips, slipping his dick between her legs.
“Oh God,” she said as his cock lodged up between her pussy. “You’re so hot.” She waited a moment, trying to catch her breath. “And big.”
“You’re hot too,” he muttered, hips moving lazily. “And I’m not so big this won’t work, trust me.” His erection slid back and forth over her most sensitive spots, her slick arousal coating both of them. He wrapped his right arm beneath her thigh, holding her tight.
Liselle couldn’t move at all. She was completely at his mercy. She shivered. She’d never been so turned on in her entire life.
“You still okay?” he asked, using his cock to tease at her clit.
She nodded frantically. She was so close…
“Good. Hang on,” he said, then he slowed down, butting his dick up against her erratically. He did this a few times before he stopped, panting into her ear. Then he did it all over again. And again, bringing her right to the edge and then back down. She couldn’t predict when he was going to move, couldn’t force him to go faster or slower or do anything except hold onto his legs and take it.
“John—” she begged, no longer knowing exactly what she was saying. He shifted beneath her, cock sliding against her leg as he tossed the blanket to the floor. She looked down, shocked at the way her legs spread wantonly over his. He dug his feet into the sofa, the wide cushions giving him just enough room to lift her up entirely. He thrust again, breathing hard into her neck.
“You ready?” he asked after another of those hard jerks. His arm around her ribs was like hot steel, holding her close.
“Yes, yes,” she cried, tears pricking at her eyes. She glanced down again just in time to see him touch himself, angling his cock down. His hips gave a little twitch and suddenly the head of his cock was just inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” he gasped, body trembling.
She had to agree with him. She’d never been so aroused in her entire life, and certainly not with another person. She’d never even managed to orgasm during sex before. She couldn’t believe John had managed to reduce her to this trembling, desperate wreck.
“John, come on,” she begged, writhing, trying to shove more of him inside. “Please…” She no longer worried about his size. She wanted him inside, right now.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking close. I can feel you fluttering around me. Jesus, Liselle,” he muttered, biting down on her shoulder.
She shuddered violently and his cock slid in a little further. He flexed his hips, working his way inside. She moaned as he pressed into her clit, so large that the sheer mass of his dick made everything feel more intense. She tried to shove herself down on him, but he stopped her with a strong hand on her thigh.
“Hold still,” he admonished when she protested. He chuckled, then rubbed a single finger over her clit.
Her spine arched and abruptly, shockingly, he slid the rest of the way in, so deep the head of his cock pushed against her womb. His finger circled again, and he pulled out and thrust once, twice, breathing harshly into her ear.
Liselle’s back bowed and she cried out, voice going hoarse as pleasure ripped through her. Her fingers and toes tingled and she had to close her eyes as he pumped into her, his cock thick and gorgeous and exactly what she needed to climax again and then again. She shivered, clutching at his legs, and then he grunted, arm around her ribs going rock hard as his hips pushed hard into her ass. His cock leaped inside her. The wave of heat that spread through her pussy felt like comfort and arousal and everything she didn’t know she wanted. When she finally collapsed on top of him, panting and trembling, he kissed her head and held her tight. His cock slowly softened and slipped out, but he simply closed his legs and cuddled her until she thought she could breathe again.
“Liselle,” he murmured finally, kissing behind her ear.
“John,” she said thickly, tear tracks drying on her cheeks.
He traced a gentle hand up and over her hip, over her breasts, to cup at her cheek. He kissed her jaw, then turned her head to touch his mouth to hers, a meeting more poignant than she expected.
“You okay?” he asked, kissing her again and then again.
She smiled into his skin. “Yeah.”
Her sudden yawn had him chuckling.
“Hang on,” he said, leaning over the side of the couch.
She protested the loss of his warmth, then settled down again as he spread the blanket over the two of them.
“Sleep,” he said, hand soothing the wrinkles out of the fleece.
She swallowed, still completely stunned at what had just happened. Her thoughts ran over each other—what was she thinking, letting him make love to her like that? How had he made her feel so protected, yet so vulnerable at the same time? What was she going to do now?—until exhaustion caught up with her and she finally dropped off to sleep, strong arms holding her tight.
Chapter Five
Liselle swam up out of the warm, sweet dark to the sound of someone whimpering. She frowned, blinking her eyes open. She was naked. Someone was holding her closely and she felt both relaxed and tired, her muscles tingling with the feeling she got after a good workout. She yawned and all at once the events of earlier rushed in on her. John! She’d made love with a near stranger after he rescued her from the snow. Oh God, she thought, what the hell was I thinking? She shifted and his arms tightened around her, a low, tortured moan making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Wait, something was wrong. What was happening?
He trembled, legs jerking. She turned in his arms, wondering what was going on. When she got a look at his face, the dim flickers of the fire showed a grimace. He whimpered again. She frowned, disturbed to see such a strong, self-sufficient man so vulnerable. Clearly he was having a nightmare.
A bad one, too, from the looks of it, she thought. She flicked a glance at the scars on his shoulder and winced. Yeah, not surprising. She ran a hand down his chest soothingly. He settled a bit under her touch, then abruptly he groaned, back arching, the tendons in his neck standing out. Liselle grabbed on, almost falling off the sofa.
“John?” she tried again, cupping his jaw. His stubble scraped against her fingers. She traced over his mouth, breathing a sigh of relief when he relaxed. His eyes opened and he frowned, confused. She hoped he remembered her.
“Liselle?” he said, voice still thick from dreaming. “Are you okay?”
She smiled wryly. “I should be asking you that.”
He blinked, waking up more. “Hmm. A bad dream. It’s nothing.”
“It didn’t look like nothing,” she argued, running her hand over his cheek again.
He tensed, looking away. “It comes with the territory.”
She waited a beat, then nodded, leaning down to kiss his jaw. She understood. She had enough bad dreams of her own to outrun. Her mind shied away from the specific horrors she’d e
ndured, wanting instead to soothe away John’s unhappiness.
That’s more productive than dwelling on shit I can’t change, she thought. She kissed him again, trying to put all of her empathy into it. She wanted him to know she understood. She knew how it felt.
“You don’t have to stay,” he muttered, hands automatically cupping her hips.
She shook her head. He wasn’t getting it, even though she could feel his cock lengthening against her thigh.
“Shh. Don’t talk,” she said instead of trying to explain. She put a finger over his lips, trying to reassure him with her touch. He gazed at her, eyes dark. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter. She smiled, then shimmied down until she was between his legs, blanket crumpled under her ass.
“What—” he began. She touched her tongue to the tip of him and his words choked off. He tasted sweet. And hot. She smiled against the soft skin then took him in, sucking on the head. He tasted a bit like her. He was so large she couldn’t fit much of him inside her mouth. Instead, she wrapped her hands around the shaft, leaning her weight on his thighs. He trembled, hands going to her hair.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said softly.
She pulled off with a pop, pleased when it made him jerk. “I know.”
His nostrils flared when she licked her lips, and he groaned. She smiled, enjoying his reaction to her teasing, and took him back in. His hips made tiny, abortive movements, and she appreciated the control he exerted. Everything about him was controlled: his strength, his intelligence, his interaction with others. She closed her eyes and sucked harder, wanting to give him the pleasure she’d felt earlier. She traced her tongue over the crown, flicking at his circumcision scar until he shuddered. She kissed down the shaft, sucking tiny bites into the delicate skin. She licked over his balls, urging his legs wider until she could explore down behind them. He liked that, so she pressed a finger there while she sucked his cock in again. When he tugged on her hair, lifting her up, she moaned a protest.
“Come here,” he said.
She frowned at him, but let him draw her up over his body. He kissed her deeply, wet and dirty, and she groaned. His thigh wedged up between her legs and she ground down on him, clit swollen and sensitive. The hair on his leg scraped over her labia perfectly.
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