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Shimmying her shoulders, she made a sound like a kitten. “My skin aches. Could you untie the laces of my bustier?”
Hunger clawing at his belly and groin, Dylan’s hands shook while he plucked the silk laces at her back to loosen the corset. Finally, it fell to the floor, leaving her creamy back bare. He smoothed his hands around her shoulders and down her spine, achingly aware of her fragile body and the warm, fragrant blood just beneath her skin.
“I must be crazy,” she said, rubbing against the glass. “I met you two seconds ago, but already I’m so tight inside. I’m hot and quivery.” She moaned and pushed her velvet-covered bottom against his cock. “The button,” she blurted. “There’s a button and a zipper. Open them.”
Dylan found them easily and pushed the skirt past her hips to the floor. He’d been right about her ass. Lush and round—he gave it a little slap and watched its delicious jiggle. His body screamed with the primal need to take her.
Now, the only thing between his cock and her luscious flesh were red silk panties. He shoved them down her legs then knelt to pull them off, lifting one foot at a time. When he rose, he licked the back of her thigh, the crease where her legs and buttocks met, then the dimples above her heart-shaped bottom. He skimmed his hands over her body from her lush shoulders to her round buttocks and squeezed.
She shuddered. “Dylan, I’m feeling things.”
He smiled and dipped his head to kiss her shoulder and the tender corner of her neck. “You bloody well better be.”
“Strange things,” she said, her voice ending on a whimper when his hands circled her hips to play with her pussy. “It’s not like I’m a virgin, but…I’ve never felt like this.”
“Tell me what you feel,” he said, and deliberately licked away Nicky’s scent from her neck.
“Tingly, hot—like something’s going to explode. I’m scared.”
Telling himself to go slowly, he scraped his teeth against her neck and groaned. The blood was just beneath the surface. Not yet. “Sounds like the buildup to an orgasm, love. Haven’t you ever had one?” To remove himself from temptation, he knelt behind her and nudged her legs apart with his hands.
She scooted back from the glass and bent at the middle to lift her bottom. “I thought so,” she said, her voice tight and small. “At least, my heart raced and I felt wet…down there.” A tremor ran down her legs.
Her answer made it apparent she’d never experienced an orgasm. He pressed a kiss against her bottom and vowed silently to make amends for the lousy loving her previous beaus had given.
With both hands, he parted her buttocks and leaned forward to lap at her down-covered pussy. Her seam oozed a fragrant gift of excitement. “You’re certainly wet now.” Dylan licked between her labia, tasting the salty-sweet cream.
She jerked, and then pushed her hips back and higher, giving him greater access to her soaking cunt. “Oh! Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing. Don’t stop. Holy fuck, don’t stop.”
Two fingers parted her outer lips, and he fluttered his tongue against the thin, tender folds. He drew them between his teeth and sucked.
Instantly, Emmy moaned and bucked. “Ohmygod, that’s good.”
Her body shook with her ragged breaths, but Dylan didn’t stop. He slid his tongue inside her juicy cunt and speared in and out while his thumb rubbed circles over her hooded clit. When he heard her breath coming in rhythmic pants, and her thighs stiffened against his cheeks, he sensed she hurtled toward her climax.
Fangs slid from the roof of his mouth a moment before he turned his head and sank his incisors into her quivering pussy, piercing her clit and inner lips.
Emmy screamed a long ragged howl. Her cunt throbbed with pleasure.
Small capillaries burst and spilled a trickle of blood into Dylan’s mouth. As he sucked, he mouthed her tender flesh—until long after the pulses tightening her vagina slowed. Retracting his teeth, he healed the tiny wounds he’d made with the lazy lap of his tongue. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh.
“Did you just bite me?” she asked, her tone incredulous.
“Yes.” He leaned away. “Did you like it?”
“I didn’t know you could do such a thing. And it hurt! But…” Still pressed to the glass, she glanced over her shoulder. “…is that what an orgasm’s really like?”
Not knowing which issue he should address first, Dylan rose painfully to his feet. One need had been partially slaked, but by now, his cock had to be turning blue from constriction. He unbuttoned his vest and shrugged it off, not caring where it landed on the floor. Gritting his teeth, he willed his shaft to relax, and then he reached for his zipper.
“Good lord! You’re not wearing underwear. Should you be doing that?”
He hesitated, hoping she wasn’t asking him to end their interlude.
Emmy had stopped hugging the window and now stared at his groin.
From the front, she was proving lethal to his self-control. He’d always been partial to blondes—and she was the real thing. “Should I be doing what, Emmy? Do you want me to keep on my pants?” He grimaced against the pain. “I’ll stop now, if that’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I meant. But your zipper.” She pointed at his groin and blushed a deeper rose. “Won’t you hurt yourself with the zipper?”
“Stop talking about it, and I might be able to get him down a bit.” He closed his eyes against the sight of her and took a deep breath, willing his body to relax.
“Oh. Can I help?”
“No!” Taking another deep breath, he eased down the zipper slowly, wincing as the metal teeth scraped his cock.
He heard her gasp. “Holy eff! Now I’m not sure which will hurt worse, your bite or…that.”
Dylan jerked, and the zipper pinched his cock. “For fuck’s sake!” He ripped down the zipper the rest of the way, and then doubled over in pain. Air left his lungs in a single strangled gust.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Emmy’s hand patted his head. “What can I do? Can I help?”
Still clutching his groin, he raised his head and stared.
Her eyes were wide with concern. “Your face is bright red. Are you all right? Can you breathe? I know the Heimlich.”
He shook his head in confusion. “Just sit!”
Seeing her sink onto the edge of the leather sofa, Dylan felt it safe enough to turn his back. He reached for the edge of his desk to steady himself. Gradually, the pain ebbed, and he straightened.
Nervous laughter bubbled. “Oh! I meant CPR, not the Heimlich. No wonder you looked at me like I’d grown two heads.”
Dylan shook his head, and then surprised himself with a single bark of laughter. He turned back to the sofa. Emmy still hugged the edge, her skin ghostly pale against the dark leather. Her expression was a lovely-funny mixture of chagrin and want.
She bit her lip and raised an arm to cover her breasts. “I suppose the mood’s gone, huh? What with you injured and all. Too bad. I’ll just get dressed.”
His gaze swept over her breasts, rounded belly, and the nest of pale hair between her legs. “If you give me a minute to recover—”
Emmy chewed on her lips, and then bounced from the sofa and walked slowly toward him.
With eyes on her breasts, he pushed his jeans down his hips and struggled to free a leg.
She halted in front of him. “I could…” Emmy’s gaze fell to his cock, and she licked her lips.
Dylan hopped on one foot and managed to pull a leg from the jeans.
“…Kiss it better.”
In the next second, he landed on the carpeted floor on his ass, and then laid back, his arms stretched wide. “You are a menace. I give up. Sex with you may be the death of me.” He felt a gentle tug on his calf and looked down the length of his body.
Emmy was pulling his pants the rest of the way down his second leg. At his stare, she blurted, “Well, you don’t think after seeing that I could just walk away.”
Chapter Three
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Emmy pulled off his pants, relieved that finally they were on equal ground. He lay flat on his back. Naked as she was. Although, equal wasn’t exactly the right word. His dick was extraordinarily above equal. Stellar and mythic were better words that came to mind.
Redder than the rest of his skin, his cock rose from a nest of straight black-brown hair. Hair that appeared the same color and texture as the fur on his chest. Something she’d noticed as soon as he’d taken off his leather vest.
On closer inspection, she noted his penis was thicker than her wrist, and long with deep veins running down the side. It was crowned by a smooth, round head and was as beautiful as the rest of the intriguing man.
While she was naked and ordinary. Only ordinary wasn’t the right word, either. Über-ordinary, maybe. No, ridiculous—that’s what she was. Her ass was enormous. Her breasts were flabby. And she hadn’t shaved her bikini line since summer. Perhaps she’d better get dressed after all before he realized she wasn’t worthy.
Her gaze fell again to his mighty appendage.
“Don’t get shy now,” he said, a dark edge to his voice. “Or are you forgetting the part about kissing it better?”
How had she ever had the nerve to say that? Of course, she was always saying the first thing that came to mind. Then again, he sounded a little worried. Like he was afraid she might not go through with it.
Well, a dick of mythic proportions didn’t come by twice in a lifetime. She bit the edge of her lip and knelt beside him. “You’ll have to show me what you like. My ex-boyfriend said I do it all wrong.”
“He was a bloody idiot.” Dylan reached for her hand and pulled it toward his cock. “Start like this.” With his hand over hers, he moved her up and down on his penis.
The skin that slid over the rigid shaft was velvety-soft and hot and felt delicious. “I’ve done this before.” She increased the speed.
His eyes closed tight. “If you use some spit, you can move faster—and squeeze while you do that.”
Seeing his eyes closed, she felt slightly less self-conscious. Ready to try something new. Cupping her free palm to her mouth, she spit, and then slid both hands around his cock. “Squeezing is good?”
“Oh yeah. A little twisting too.” His hips lifted off the floor at her first sideways caress, but his eyes stayed closed.
She must be doing it right. Relieved, she twisted her hands in opposite directions as she pushed and pulled. “What about the other thing?”
“Other thing?” He gasped and opened his eyes.
“A blow job. I’m not very good at that either.”
“God help me.” Dylan sighed and put an arm behind his head. With his head raised, he was positioned to see everything she did.
Her hands slowed, and she waited for his next instructions, determined to get the process right since he seemed okay with giving her lessons. Perhaps she’d come away from this experience with some real skills she could use with her next lover. Although the thought of doing this with someone other than Mythic Dick made her feel a little wobbly inside.
“Stop moving your hands,” he said, his face taut.
Startled, she stopped instantly and bit her lower lip. Maybe, she’d hurt him.
“You were doing it right, Emmy.” He raised his hand to comb his fingers through her hair.
Something she must be getting accustomed to because she had to fight the urge to nuzzle against his palm.
“Too right.”
She let out a relieved sigh. “Would you like me to do the other thing now?”
“Just put your mouth wherever you want,” he said, his voice gruff and low.
The wherever you want confused and excited her. Her ex had always insisted on her swallowing his cock and pumping right away.
She leaned over him and tried to decide where to start first. Head, shaft, or the sac below?
Lowering her head, she kissed his balls, smoothing her lips over them. Only, the action wasn’t enough. She stuck her tongue out and laved one, but it rolled away. Determined to hold it still for a licking, she sucked one into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue.
A deep moan and lift of his hips informed her she was on the right track. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the other into her mouth.
“Emmy,” he said, his voice strained. “Straddle my face.”
“Huh?” She let go of his balls, so surprised by his request, she didn’t murmur a single protest as he pulled her bottom quickly around, until her pussy hovered above his mouth and his penis tickled her collarbone. Not something she would have thought she’d have the nerve to do considering the up close view he’d have of her behind.
But those concerns instantly faded as the now-familiar stroke of his tongue made her back curl like a cat to press her pussy into his face. His mouth closed over her labia, and he sucked and stroked, making her forget her original purpose until his dick nudged her chin.
She tilted his penis and lowered her mouth over the silky-smooth head, taking him inside to lavish him with long strokes of her tongue. When his teeth sank into her tender flesh, she barely gasped. The sensation was too delicious—that mixture of pain and pleasure. She squirmed and moaned. Nothing had ever felt this divine—and he deserved to feel the same agonizing delight. She bit his dick.
With a single, deafening roar, he lifted her from his body and pushed her to the side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What you were doing to me.” Tears filled her eyes. She’d done it all wrong. Again. With her chin dipping toward her chest, she covered her breasts with her hands.
With his hand fisted around his cock, Dylan cursed. “Son of a—” His gaze met hers, and he grew still, his face tightening in a grimace. “It’s my fault. I should have explained. There’s a difference between you and me.”
“Right. The man-woman thing.” She sniffed.
“No.” He let go of his dick and leaned toward her, reaching out to comb his fingers through her hair again.
By now, his petting instantly calmed her. She turned to his hand like a cat seeking an ear rub. “I just did it wrong. Maybe you can show me the proper way to go about it?”
His mouth quirked up on one side. “No, dear. I can bite—you can’t. At least, not hard.”
She glanced down. Angry red teeth marks marred the shaft. “I’m sorry.” Then she realized he was still engorged, still magnificently, fully erect. “Does it hurt much? Can I try it again?”
“No.”
Deflated, she let her shoulders sink, and her heart slowed to a dismal thump.
His finger lifted her chin. “Emmy, I don’t want your mouth on me at this precise moment because I’m ready to blow. I’ve other places I want to sink my dick inside.”
Emmy took no offense at his straight talk. After all, she’d already used the F word. She searched his eyes for any sign of pity for her inept performance, but saw only raw desire. Once again encouraged, she said eagerly, “Show me what you want. Contrary to my previous error—I really am a quick learner.”
Kneeling in front of her, he helped her into position with her thighs spread over his lap. “Sweetheart, you’re in charge. I know you had some concern over my size,” he said, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “Take as much of me as you want.”
“Don’t we need a condom?” she asked, although the last thing she wanted to do was stop to search for one.
“I’m clean. I assume you are, too.”
“Because I’m terrible at this? Is it obvious I haven’t done this much?”
His darkening gaze held her still. “I’m clean—and sterile. You needn’t worry about pregnancy. Any more concerns?”
She knew she shouldn’t trust him. They’d only just met, but hormones were overruling good sense. “No more concerns.”
Accustomed to being commanded every step of the way, Emmy awkwardly planted her knees on either side of his legs and rose just high enough for him to place his cock against the opening of her vagina. With her
hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself a few inches, letting gravity pull her down his shaft.
“That’s it,” he said, and then his hands on her ass helped her rise.
Slowly, she sank again, making sure she savored every sensation as his cock drove upward, past her labia, into her channel, stretching her wider than she’d ever experienced before, and then up she rose again. The next downward glide was faster, and the one after that faster still.
Soon her breath came in little pants; sweat broke over her skin. When she noticed moisture collecting on Dylan’s upper lip, she stopped worrying about it. Instead, she slid her breasts against his chest, swirling her nipples in his hair.
Up and down. Down and grinding—seeking friction against her swollen clit from the hair covering his groin. Her ears roared with the sound of her pounding heartbeat. She needed him deeper and harder. She wanted another orgasm. “Oh, please! Oh, please! Now, now, now!” Her voice rose as she bounced faster.
Dylan’s strong arms closed around her, stopping her movement.
She slapped his shoulders. “I’m losing it. Let me move.”
His arms tightened. “You’re not losing it. Sometimes pausing, restoking the fire, makes your orgasm more powerful.”
“Really?” She stopped struggling and found her face was level with his. Staring into his eyes, she noted flecks of brown and gold, the colors of the forest at the start of Autumn. His irises weren’t entirely green.
Dylan blinked and pulled back his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m just catching my breath.” Then something occurred to her. “Do you realize we’ve never kissed? Here you are, all the way up inside me, and we haven’t kissed. Doesn’t that strike you as—” Slutty! Thank God, she bit her lip before she said it.
“I beg your pardon.” His eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Maybe we’ve rushed things a bit, but I kissed you. Remember? Downstairs, in front of Nicky.”
