‘Yes.’
‘I see.’
Did she? Did she really? Jess clamped down on something inside her that was trying to protest.
‘So … that’s it for me. I don’t do anything longer than a few weeks. Four or five, tops,’ he said more briskly, smiling a tricky, charlatan smile that Jess knew was another mask. ‘How would that be for you, Jess? If it’s no good, just say so, and we’ll part as friends.’ His expression became more seductive, even trickier, but in a different way. ‘But we could be good for each other during our “liaison”, Jess. You’re a smart, beautiful and intelligent woman. One of the most interesting and intriguing I’ve ever met.’
Oh, you sweet-talking bastard, you!
‘Thank you … I think.’ The warmth from his fingers was doing dangerous things to her. That, and the nurturing feeling he evoked too. It was a fatal combination. ‘But why would I want to have a liaison or whatever with you? I know you’re handsome and rich, and you’re good at … very good at sex.’ She looked away. Those sea-blue eyes of his were hypnotic, and added to the touch of his fingers, and what she could only describe as his aura. She’d thought such a thing was the province of fiction, but it was real and it was turning her head. ‘But I’m not sure I’m a liaison type girl. Now I’ve … well … Now that I’m not a virgin any more, and I know I can enjoy sex, I think I probably want to look for a proper relationship now, not a temporary “thing”, you know?’
‘You are a sensual woman, Jess. But you barely know anything yet … I could help you change that.’ His voice was low and velvety, subtly cajoling. ‘Spend a few weeks with me, and I could teach you everything you need to know … So that when your proper relationship with Mr Right comes along, you’ll be able to blow his mind and have the best time in bed together right out of the gate, without a lot of fumbling and shyness and false starts.’
Oh, he was such an infuriating man. One minute beguiling her with his charm and his genuine kindness; the next arrogantly assuming all men wanted what he wanted, as if he were the last word on the preferences of his gender.
‘If a man really cared for me, he’d accept a bit of fumbling and shyness at first. He might like it, because it takes the pressure off him to be a superstar in bed,’ she countered.
‘A woman who’s a good lover helps a man to be a better lover. The days of men prizing virginity and scoring maidenheads like trophies are long past, Jess.’ He was sticking to his theme, which spoke to his desire for a nice little interlude of sex with her. But one with a solid get-out clause when he’d had enough.
‘So you didn’t really enjoy what we just did at all, very much, then? You’d have preferred it if I’d had certificates in the Kama Sutra. With honours.’
‘No! I didn’t say that! You were gorgeous … Very little fumbling at all, and not too much shyness.’ He winked at her outrageously and she suddenly wanted to punch him. ‘But with a sensual nature like yours, and the looks and body … and brain … to match, you could be out of this world, Jess, really.’
Jess glared at him. Or tried to. He was somehow sexier than ever when he was being obnoxious. ‘I don’t know whether to tell you to sod off, or take you up on your offer. Just to take advantage of you.’
‘I wish you would.’
‘No … I don’t think so. I think I’d prefer to muddle through in my own way.’ He was too confusing. She just wanted him out of the way. Nobody had ever made her feel so jumbled up. In any way, never mind sexually. She was safer with him far, far away from her.
Ellis shrugged. Even that slight movement was so erotic she almost gasped. ‘Very well,’ he said, rising to his feet, ‘I accept that. Not everyone’s way is my way.’ The devil, he was backing down now. She watched, expecting him to slip on his jacket and head for the door, but instead, he came around to her side of the table, and crouched down beside her, taking her hands in his again. ‘Just tell me you don’t regret what we did? At least not too much?’
‘No, I don’t.’ It was the truth. And now, with him so close, more than ever. He was beautiful.
‘One last kiss?’ With utter grace, he was suddenly on his knees.
Oh Ellis, you beast. You’re irresistible. A kiss, but don’t ask for more.
She nodded and leant forward. He cradled her head in the very lightest of holds and dusted a kiss like thistledown on her lips. It was so delicate it barely happened; so seductive it sent molten fire rampaging through her. Deep in her belly, desire gouged at her, effortlessly reignited. Not stopping to think, she dug her fingers into his thick, silky hair, and drew his mouth to hers again. This time, his tongue quested, asking for entrance; which she granted.
Without her knowing quite how he’d achieved it, he drew her down, out of the chair, and onto the kitchen rug, still kissing her. She wound her arms around him, her tongue jabbing at his, fighting back. The line of his back was strong and lithe beneath her hands as she ran her them up and down, caressing him through his waistcoat and trousers.
He broke the kiss, heaving for breath. ‘Jess, I know you don’t want much of anything more to do with me, but please, let me love you one more time. Let me show you how it can be. Just the once. I won’t bother you again. I owe you this!’
His mouth came down hard on hers again, the kiss devouring. Even if she’d been able to speak, Jess knew that she wouldn’t have had to tell him the answer was yes.
She knew that he knew. How could she say no? His mouth, his body, his hands, they were like forces of nature that swept her onwards, brushing aside all qualms. A born again wanton, she swirled her hips against him as he kissed her, loving the jut of his erection and the way her shimmy-dance made him moan like a wild thing.
It was only when his hand slid inside her robe, pushing it open, that she snapped open her eyes and saw the weird stain on the kitchen ceiling that looked like Australia, that she remembered exactly where they were.
‘For God’s sake, Ellis,’ she hissed, pushing him off her and clutching at her robe, ‘we’re in the kitchen. We can’t do it here. Cathy might hear us and come down any minute.’
Ellis sprang to his feet, reaching down to draw her up too. Plucking at the revers of her robe, he set it aright and tugged her sash back into place. ‘Come on then,’ he said, taking her hand, ‘we’ll have to go back to your room.’
‘I don’t know …’
‘Oh yes, you do. You’re right on the same page as me, Jess.’ She was already moving, compelled by his eyes as much as the way he urged her forward. ‘Give me one chance to show you a better time.’
‘Okay.’
She followed him up the stairs, grimacing at how loud their footsteps sounded. They’d crept down, but they were thundering up, and predictably, a voice rang out.
‘Jess! Is everything all right?’
Ah, Cathy!
‘Yes, everything’s fine. Go back to sleep. Sorry about the noise.’
‘Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s about bloody time. Have fun!’
‘Oh bollocks,’ whispered Jess.
‘Don’t worry,’ said Ellis, low and almost laughing. ‘Sounds like she’s on our side.’ He pushed open the bedroom door and drew Jess inside.
‘But she might hear us!’
‘We’ll have to try and be quiet. You’ll have to contain your screams of ecstasy.’ Ellis’s hands slid under her robe, cupping her buttocks as his mouth came down on hers again.
‘What about your screams of ecstasy?’ Jess countered, in between kisses.
‘I’ll just have to bite my lip, won’t I?’ His hands tightened on her bottom, squeezing and manipulating her cheeks. The sensation made her blush. It was so exciting, so naughty, especially when he rubbed his crotch against her belly at the same time.
They kissed for a few moments, rocking against each other until Jess was gasping. It was like a spring winding inside her again, sensation gathering and gathering. Her pussy ached. The desire to be touched was like a madness in her blood and she grabbed at Ellis’s hand a
nd drew it between her legs, hitching her thighs apart a little at the same time so she could jam his fingers against her.
‘Oh yes … oh yes …’ he crooned, ‘that’s right, beautiful Jess. Take what you want. Demand it. It’s your right.’ Nimble fingertips worked their way through her pubic hair and found her centre, making her squeak at the contact, she was so primed for it. Ellis’s other hand shot to her lips, silencing her with a touch of his forefinger. ‘Hush … keep it inside. It’ll feel better … I promise you.’
His fingertips rocked and circled, just as her hips rocked and circled. She was wet already, in the zone, so quickly her mind couldn’t keep up.
‘Good … oh sweetheart. Are you there yet? I bet you are. Just relax and let it happen. It’s so easy, so easy.’
His voice and hand made it easy. It’d never been this way before. Even in her fantasies with Dream Lover she’d had to work for it.
You are Dream Lover, you bastard!
Burying her face in his shoulder, clamping her teeth together, she came hard, her pussy pulsing and fluttering against his touch. Her knees lost all strength but he flung his free hand around her waist and kept her upright.
‘Right … let’s get down on the rug. Less noisy than bedsprings.’
While she was still reeling from the sensations, he manhandled her to the bedside rug, settling her down with beautiful gentleness, and then dragging the pillows off the bed so she could rest her head on them.
‘Have you got a thing about doing it on the floor?’
‘I’ve got a thing about doing it.’ Ellis grinned, settling himself beside her. ‘Anywhere would be paradise with you, gorgeous.’ He reached down and quickly cupped her sex, the gesture tender, almost companionable. ‘But I want to take you to paradise too … while I’m in you.’
Kicking off his shoes, he unzipped his trousers and shimmied out of them, then dragged his underwear off over his feet too. Jess’s eyes widened when he shoved his shirttails out of the way and his cock bounced up, looking bigger and harder than ever, if that were possible.
‘I hope you’ve got another condom for that thing,’ Jess said, watching the rigid flesh sway, primitive yet elegant.
‘Don’t worry, I’m always ready.’ From the pocket of his waistcoat, he flipped out a familiar package.
I’ll bet you are. Always prepared for the next panting woman who falls at your feet.
But why be irked by that? She knew the score. He wasn’t making any promises, just offering her no-strings ‘educational’ sex.
Ellis tossed the condom to her, but flustered, she dropped it on her belly.
‘You should put it on me this time. That’s another thing you need to be able to do for Mr Right when he appears.’ He lounged back on the rug, a male odalisque.
‘All right, but you’ll have to keep it still.’
‘Haven’t you practised on a banana?’
She spluttered with laughter. ‘No! Of course I haven’t! I’ve got better things to do with bananas.’
‘Of course you have.’ He grasped his cock, as if offering it to her. ‘And it’s much better to practise on the real thing anyway … But be gentle with me, eh?’
She had a good mind to grab him and give him a good shake, but even she knew that that mighty male staff needed very mindful handling.
Gingerly, she tore open the packet. The thing would be useless if she ripped it, and it felt very slithery in her fingers. Odd, but not unpleasant to the touch, very slick. Instinctively, she pinched the teat, then set the contraceptive over the broad tip of Ellis’s cock.
‘Good, now roll it down. That’s right. I won’t break, actually … you’re doing great.’
The fine latex rolled down his length with ease. A piece of cake! Admiring her handiwork, she started to lie down on the rug, in readiness.
‘No, I think you should be on top this time, Jess. You should ride me.’
12
Uh oh … Dream Lover had always seemed to be on top. Always the one to take charge. Getting astride your lover was probably second nature to most women, but she wasn’t most women. Not by a long chalk.
‘What’s wrong, Jess? Don’t you fancy taking the upper hand?’ His eyes sparkled. ‘You’ll enjoy it. You’ll be a goddess looking down upon your humble minion, whose flesh exists only to service you.’
Oh, men did talk nonsense sometimes, and obviously they talked the most nonsense of all when they wanted sex.
‘If you say so.’
‘Don’t worry, it’ll be good for you. You can control things better this way … ensure you get the pleasure you deserve.’ He took her by the wrist, urging her towards him, towards the mighty structure towering up from his groin.
Still in two minds, Jess got astride his thighs, loving his hot skin against hers. She tugged at the sash of her robe, but somehow it’d got tangled. With a growl, she wrenched it aside, the thin strip of satin still around her waist.
‘Divine.’ He half sat up, reaching for a breast and cradling it. Jess arched her back, loving that too. How was it that the way she curved fitted exactly into his palm? As if they’d been constructed to fit each other. Perhaps it was the same down below? She glanced again at his erection, jutting up so close to her, sturdy and ruddy through the thin latex.
‘I still don’t know how that goes in me. It’s such a monster.’
‘Why thank you, ma’am, every man likes to hear words like those.’ He squeezed her nipple, a little harder than he’d done thus far, and a bolt of fierce sensation assailed her clitoris. ‘Do you like that? A little spice with the sugar?’
‘I don’t know … I don’t not like it.’ She gasped when he did it again.
His grin was wicked. ‘Ooh, we’re going to have so much fun when we know each other a little better.’
But they probably weren’t ever going to do that. This was supposed to be one last shag. And if that was the case, what the hell was she waiting for?
Jess came up a bit on her knees, hovering over him, putting her hands on his chest to steady herself. As she did so, Ellis slid his hands beneath her thighs, in a cupping hold, fingers in, thumbs out. ‘Don’t worry about me getting in too deep. I’ll support you. Just take as much as you want. As much as you feel comfortable with.’ His hold on her was firm. He was supporting her. She’d no doubt that if her thighs began to ache with the effort of keeping her aloft, she could relax and he’d take her weight in his strong, sure grip. ‘Now guide me into you, and relax, baby, relax, relax, relax.’
Leaning forward, resting on one hand, Jess reached down. Ellis’s glans was hot and hard to the touch. The surface of the condom was pleasantly silky. Manipulating him carefully, she guided his tip to her entrance, trying not to tense up, trying to forget the discomfort of his first thrust.
‘That’s it, Jess. I’ve got you. Sink down a little.’
Gulping in a great breath, she did just that.
Ooh, there was a little twinge. But somehow being above, and in control after a fashion, made it feel entirely different. It was still a stretch to get him in, but easier, so much easier than before. The twinge faded, enveloped in a greater and much more delicious feeling. Gorgeous fullness.
‘More?’
‘Oh yes … more …’
She pressed down as he let her descend. Inch by inch, inch by inch.
‘Oh my God …’
‘Oh my God …’
They spoke as one, then laughed together, the sensations of that making Jess gasp.
‘I can hardly breathe. This feels amazing. You feel huge.’
Ellis groaned, shifting his hips. Jess’s eyes nearly crossed and she felt as if the top of her head might lift off, but the gentle hold of his cupped hands under her haunches kept her grounded. ‘I’m not hurting you, am I?’ His voice was tight, and she could see the cords of his neck taut with the effort of self-control. He was fighting not to thrust up, and jam in deeper.
She wanted him to. She wanted all of him. She wanted more … an
d perhaps not simply his body.
No, don’t go there. Just enjoy the moment. How many women in this world get one quite like this? There can’t be all that many godlike hunks as handsome as him around. And if they are, they’re still not him. Not my Dream Lover.
Pitching forward, she attacked the buttons of his waistcoat, then his shirt, parting them. The skin of his chest was super-smooth. Did he wax, or was he just naturally sleek that way? His body was tanned, but lightly so, creamy-golden. On a whim, she plucked at his nipple the way he’d tweaked hers, and inside her, his cock jumped and twitched.
‘You like that?’ She leant close, aware of his cock moving within her as she echoed his words.
‘Mm … yes. Strong sensations. I’m not a masochist though. I’m not a sub. Quite the reverse.’
More unknown territory here. She knew the words. She’d read stories. But the reality of that subject matter was a new world beyond the one she was already exploring. Curiosity stirred.
‘Oh,’ she said, wondering … wondering …
It was better that they part after this, but what would it be like to take up his offer, and explore those worlds with him? Could she keep her emotions safe, and still be educated? Was it worth the risk?
‘What are you thinking about, beautiful Jess? You’re frowning? Are you sure you’re okay?’
‘I’m fine … I’m more than fine … Just mad thoughts.’
‘I’ll bet they’re no madder than mine.’ He winked at her, and lifted his hips, pushing in deeper. It was hard to think at all now … but one tiny, detached little bit of her wondered if he’d sensed the direction of her thoughts. She closed her eyes, just in case, concentrating on the gathering knot of pleasure that circled around the juncture of their bodies. ‘Feeling good?’ Ellis asked, the words husky.
‘Yes … oh yes …’
‘Why don’t you touch yourself? Stroke your clit. I’d love to see you do that.’
New heat sluiced through Jess again, but almost immediately she laughed at herself, inwardly, for being an idiot. How could she be embarrassed about pleasuring herself when here she was sitting astride a man’s loins with his cock high inside her? She snapped her eyes open, to find Ellis studying her face, rather than her body, his own expression a beautiful amalgam of sultry and intense, wound up.
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