by Alisha Rai
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. And one more thing…”
“What?”
“Don’t treat me like some breakable little doll. I want you really badly. I want you to show me how badly you want me.” She licked her lips. “You can use dirty words.”
He grinned, slow and confident. He suddenly looked younger than he had in the entire past month, the same carefree Sasha she had fallen in love with. “Can I?”
“Yes.”
“And can I…” he put his lips next to her ear, “…do dirty things to you?”
Graphic images ran through her brain. “Oh my, yes.”
“Good.” His hands went to the buttons of her shirt. “I love all your buttons. Whenever I see them, I just think about ripping them off.”
“Okay.”
He laughed at her eagerness and spread her shirt open. “Next time.” With a reverent touch, he traced over the wide scalloped strap of the bra. The undergarment felt almost too tight against her flesh. Particularly when he idly tugged at the material so her nipples popped free and then arranged it so her breasts were propped up. Already hard, they rested over the confining fabric as if they were being offered to him.
He dropped his hand and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
He glanced up, his eyes hot. “I thought you wanted to get dirty?”
She licked her lips. “Here will do.” For dirty, she’d gladly sacrifice a bed.
She was like a goddess come to life. A really hot goddess.
The shirt hung open on either side of her. Her perfect breasts were framed by simple, serviceable white cotton. He’d always thought of himself as a black satin kind of man, but Maira wore mundane really well. Especially when her little brown nipples rested on the shelf of her bra, as if they were in the middle of a particularly tasty confection.
Dirty. He could do dirty. He could also do crazy with lust over her.
How could he have misread his woman so badly?
Sasha pushed those thoughts to the side. Later would be soon enough to castigate himself. Right now, he just wanted to make Maira’s first time as dirty and raunchy and…well, loving, as she deserved.
The panties she wore were as plain and simple as the bra, a white bikini. His gaze kept ping-ponging between the three triangles that kept her from his touch. He couldn’t decide which he liked more, the intriguing delta between her thighs or the nipples that were so lewdly popped out of her bra, waiting for his mouth.
“You’re not touching me.”
Somehow he managed to glance up at her purring voice. Hell, who knew Maira could even sound like that. He left his shirt hanging open. If he undressed, he wouldn’t be able to keep from bending her over the couch and fucking her right here. “I’m trying to figure out what I want to touch first.”
“Start somewhere.” Her tone was impatient. She traced a finger along the strap of her bra.
Utilitarian cotton and seductive gestures. His lady was a study in contrasts. “Being dirty doesn’t mean we have to rush.”
She frowned, clearly more than ready to dive into bed. He was equally aroused and flattered. “C’mere.” He caught her hand and turned her so she was backed up against the couch. He had no plan in mind anymore. He simply wanted her as ready for him as he could make her.
While he did that, he could have a little bit of fun.
He caught the sides of her shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “I haven’t been with a woman for a while.” Gently, as if he were unveiling something precious, he pushed the shirt off her shoulders. “About three years.”
Her body went still.
He continued on, as if he didn’t notice, tossing her shirt to the side. “I know that’s not a very macho thing to admit. But it seemed like everyone around me was finding their soul mates and I kind of lost my desire for sleeping with anyone.” He ran his thumb along the edge of the bra, stopping just a hairsbreadth away from her nipple. He looked into her dark eyes. “And then I met you. I don’t think I realized it, but I think, all this time, I was waiting for you.”
A shimmer rose in her eyes. “I think we’ve both been waiting long enough, don’t you?”
Hell yes. Something broke inside of him. His voice didn’t sound very much like him at all. “I’d planned on being gentle.”
“I just want you. However I can get you.”
The beast within him howled in happiness. The time for talk was done.
Chapter Eleven
She gasped into his mouth when he captured her lips. He sent his tongue deep inside her, not bothering to temper his passion. He only separated their lips when he felt the tight points of her breasts poking him in the chest.
Supporting her back with his arm, he arched her so her nipples taunted him. The brown morsels were mouthwateringly gorgeous, and he wasted no time in enveloping the right one in his mouth. Dimly, he heard her utter a ragged cry when he flexed his cheeks, sucking on her as if he could consume her if he tried hard enough.
He switched breasts, stimulating the wet nipple he’d abandoned. He couldn’t think in coherent sentences anymore. With the blood pounding in his cock where it was imprisoned in his jeans, all he could do was respond to the cues given to him by her hands in his hair and the writhing of her body.
Tug. He pinched her left nipple harder.
Moan. He scraped his teeth against her right again.
When her motions against him became more impatient, he let the nipple he was sucking pop out of his mouth, and slid down her body. She stilled, looking down at where he knelt at her feet.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent. God, she smelled so good, exactly like a woman should.
With his teeth, he caught the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down until they cleared her pussy, and looked.
She was…gorgeous. Surprisingly enough, her pussy was free of all but a small tuft of hair. He looked up at her, trying to put words together. The pink folds of her labia were thick and fleshy. He had absolute and complete access to her, and it was a heady thought. “You wax?”
Her face and chest were red. She nodded.
Sasha turned his attention back to the treasure between her legs. He leaned in closer to investigate, pinching the slippery folds apart so her pretty clit poked out for him, as if it were just asking to be sucked. Her inner thighs were slick and soft. His fingers were already covered with her need. God, he had underestimated how lusty she was.
Unable to resist, he leaned in and swiped his tongue through the folds of her pussy. Her taste exploded in his mouth, and his cock throbbed. All he could think about was eating his woman out. He sank deep, barely aware of the slight sting of pain as her grip on his hair tightened and she cried out above him.
He cradled her bottom in his hands, squeezing the cheeks as he thrust into her pussy with his tongue like he wanted to do with his cock. He ate at her, inhaled her, ’til he was half crazy with needing her. When the frantic jerking of her hips dislodged his face, he snarled, and without thinking, raised his hand and brought it down on the curve of her ass in a light spank.
She froze and some of the lust dissipated from his brain to wonder if he had gone too far.
But, no. Instead of pushing him away, Maira hooked one of her long, luscious legs over his shoulder, opening herself up even more to him. “Do that again,” she breathed.
He grinned and instead of obliging her, nudged her clit with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth for a strong, healthy suck. Oh yes. She was perfect for him.
He alternated that for a while, sucking on her clit, fucking her deep with his tongue. When he knew she was about to combust, he drew back and laid a light smack—right on the hard bud of her clit. Then again. And again. From his vantage point, he had a front-seat view of her climax. His Maira didn’t do anything as girly as scream. Her leg tightened around his neck, she tipped her head back, and moaned low and long. Wanting to feel more, he slid his forefinger i
nside of her pussy. Instead of just feeling the tail end of her orgasm, she ground down against him and whimpered as a fresh set of pulsations massaged his finger.
It was…wow. There were no words to describe how good he felt. Like Conan the Barbarian and Don Juan all rolled into one.
When she finally relaxed against the back of the sofa, he removed his hand from her juicy flesh. She kept her eyes open at half mast and studied him. Deliberately, he drew his forefinger into his mouth and sucked her juices clean.
She breathed deeply. “Sasha, that was… I may make you do that. A lot.”
Laughter and passion had never mixed for him before, but they did with her. “Yum.”
She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing into the couch. Sweet thing. She couldn’t possibly think he was done, could she?
For a moment, Maira thought Sasha’s talented tongue had wrecked her equilibrium. But when she opened her eyes, she realized he had simply hoisted her into his arms, Gone With the Wind style.
You are definitely not Scarlett. Particularly when she was a boneless dead weight after the best orgasm over. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sasha, I’m too big for this.”
“Says you.” He kissed her, a quick, hard peck meant to shut her up. “Now hush and let me enjoy this.”
He knew where her bedroom was, and he carried her upstairs unerringly. As her naked skin brushed up against his still-clothed body, she forgot about her concern over the strain in his back and legs. All she could think about was how small and feminine he made her feel.
Not to mention all the things you haven’t even done yet. Technically, they had yet to have sex. Well, perhaps cunnilingus was a form of sex, but he had used it more as foreplay, so it didn’t count. She thought. It was an interesting rationalization…
Her thoughts about sex classification flew out of her mind when her back hit the soft mattress of her bed. “I have condoms,” she blurted out, simply because it seemed like pertinent information.
He blinked and looked as if he were being jolted out of a dream. “That’s…great. Where?”
She leaned over and removed a box from her nightstand. Trying to force a confident and self-assured tone, she opened it and withdrew a strip. “I thought we should be prepared.”
“Smart girl.” He ripped one off and tossed the rest of the strip on the nightstand. “We’ll keep those handy.”
Gulp. She moved to get up and pull the covers back, but was stopped by the low growl of Sasha’s voice. My, but that sound did funny things to her stomach. “Don’t bother. The only thing covering you is going to be me.”
Oh. Sexy, sexy. Mute from sensory overload, she watched as he divested himself of his clothes quickly, kicking his shoes and socks off, his pants and shirt following suit.
And then he was naked. The thick length of his penis was deliciously long and curved, his large hand slowly stroking down the length of it as he donned the condom. The fading sunset from outside her window cast streaks of orange and red and yellow across his ripped abdomen, thick thighs and wide chest, as if he were a fertility God coming to life.
No, not a God. A warrior. He had muscles on top of muscles, the strength underscored by the various scars he’d accumulated over the years. The one on his thigh was the most obvious, though it had nicely healed, but there were others as well.
He didn’t give her nearly enough time to appreciate the picture he made before his shoulders blocked out the light and he was covering her.
Oh, wow. Feeling his naked body against hers was…hmm. There were no words. She ran her leg up the length of his, the wiry hairs scraping her skin. He grunted and reached down to haul her leg up so it wrapped around his waist. She didn’t require any prompting to twine her arms around his neck. He seemed to like it when she scraped her nails against his shoulders.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he muttered. She didn’t answer, because she couldn’t wait either. Instead, she just gave a slight arch of her hips. The smooth head of his penis burrowed into her wetness. Reaching down, he used his hand to guide the broad tip inside. And pushed.
With just the first inch buried inside of her, she flinched. Attuned to her body, he stopped and cradled her face in his hands. “Okay?”
Only when she nodded did he push a little deeper. He coaxed her into accepting him, pulling out, pushing more in. The motion was so hypnotic and compelling, she was stunned when he stopped, his head dropping next to hers on the pillow. That was when she realized he was as deep inside of her as he could physically go.
She turned her head and kissed his cheek. Oh yes, she really did love Sasha’s scent, even when he was sweaty. Especially when he was sweaty because of her. “Why did you stop?”
“Does it hurt?”
She considered the question carefully. She was full, a fullness she’d never experienced before in her life. It verged on uncomfortable. But hurting? Nah. She shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. It feels a bit strange, but no pain. I don’t think I still had my hymen. That’s not a surprise, since I rode horses as a teenager—”
He cut her off with a swift kiss. His laughter warmed her lips. “Babe, let’s talk about your hymen later, okay?”
She was about to say something in response when he shifted his hips and tiny fireworks went off inside her. Instead, she moaned and sank her fingers into his shoulders.
That seemed to be all that he needed. He pushed up on his elbows and stared down at her. His hips picked up speed, hammering into hers.
The uncomfortably full feeling vanished, particularly when he reached down and spread her open so his body rubbed against her clit with every thrust. It was an inspired move, and she showed him how much she appreciated it by arching her hips up into his.
He groaned when she wrapped both legs around his hips, tightening her grip on him, if it was even possible. He placed a hand under her bottom to steady her as he let loose with whatever remnants of restraint he’d employed, rutting against her.
When her orgasm rolled through her, it made the climax she’d had downstairs feel like a puny, insignificant little thing. She clenched down over the foreign hardness inside of her, and then imploded around it. Dimly, she heard his shout of pleasure. The heat of his semen, muted by the condom, warmed her.
When she came back to her senses, he was lying on his back next to her, his chest moving up and down like a bellows. She reached out and patted his sweat-damp stomach. “Sex is awesome.”
He gave a wheezy chuckle. “Agreed.”
“Totally worth waiting for.”
He brought her fingers to his lips. “Absolutely.”
They lay like that for a long while, on their backs, trying to catch their breaths. When he felt as though muscle tone had returned to his body, he rolled out of the bed and padded to her small attached bath to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he found his bedmate standing just to the side of the window, closing the blinds.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, not even batting an eye at his nudity or blushing over hers. It felt natural they be together like this.
He crossed the room and took her in his arms. “Sore? Want a bath?”
“Not really.” Her brow wrinkled. “Should I be cringing in pain?”
He shrugged. His experience with virgins was nil.
“I think I’m an unusual virgin.”
“Or I really am a blessed man.” His cock wasn’t huge by any means, but he was a big man all over. Then again, Maira wasn’t petite. Her strong body could, apparently, more than handle his, even fresh out of the gate. The channel of her pussy had been narrow and untried, but still she had taken him deep. When she had come, the tight pulsations all around his cock had almost blown the top of his head off. His dick, already semi-hard, perked up. He knew it had been a long time since he’d had sex, but he didn’t think it was an exaggeration for him to say that he had never had sex like that.
But then, he’d never loved a woman lik
e Maira.
He exhaled, overcome by the thought, and leaned in to nuzzle his nose against hers. Yeah, he loved her, had for a long time. It had been one of those sneaky loves, silently growing without him even realizing it was there.
Hell, if Maira hadn’t made the first move, would he have ever acknowledged it? Or would he have let life pass them by?
Scary thought.
He stroked his hands down her flanks until he could clench his hands over her hips, luxuriating in the strength and curves of her statuesque body. Man, he had really lucked out. He kissed her. With her naked body rubbing all over him, his cock didn’t take long to harden.
Regretfully, he withdrew. “I don’t want you to hurt tomorrow.”
She stared up at him, her lips shiny and wet. She smelled like him. It was driving him crazy. “We can only have sex once tonight?”
“What?”
“Is that in the virgin handbook?”
He chuckled, unable to help himself. “Well, no. But I don’t want you to…”
It was a good thing his reflexes were sound. He caught her instinctively when she leaped into his arms, her mile-long legs wrapping around his hips. “I told you, I don’t think I’m a good virgin. Let’s go for round two.”
Sasha woke to the best feeling in the world, a warm wet suction on his cock. He’d dreamed of this before, particularly in one vivid fantasy involving a race of alien women who kidnapped and demanded sex from their abductees, but it had never felt quite so real.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes, took in the still-dark room, and looked down to find the covers thrown back and Maira curled up between his legs.
Oh. This was better than sex-starved alien women.
She gave an especially hungry suck on the sensitive head of his cock, and he tipped his head back and groaned. Much better.
At his noise she looked up at him and let his dick pop free of her mouth. “You’re awake. I was running an experiment.”
He didn’t care what she was running as long as she kept stroking his balls with that feather-light touch. “Yeah?”
