by Tara Nina
“No,” she gasped as her eyes rolled back and she let the sensations rule her soul, “don’t stop.”
He set a steady pace, alternating between cock and dildo. Temair clutched his shoulders with her ankles for support and relished the new experience taking over her body. In, out, over and over, he fucked her with both magnificent pieces, one of solid flesh, the other a vibrating gift of pleasure. When he pushed the vibrator in to its deepest point, Temair shivered from head to toe, every ounce of her levitated on the verge of orgasm, tipping back and forth. She just needed something. As the vibrator glided backward, his cock filled her pussy, then what she wanted just hit her.
Opening her eyes, she saw a man struggling to maintain control. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. Strained concentration filled his expression. His eyes were closed but she knew the heat and desire that lived within them. Carefully she maneuvered, reaching for the dildo. The moment her hand touched his, his eyes sprang open. Wicked intent darkened his gaze and slammed into her, renewing her desire to please him as well as herself. She guided his hand forward, inserting the dildo to its maximum point.
His nostrils flared the second she arched, causing his cock to glide deeper into her pussy. He clutched her hip with one hand and covered her hand holding the dildo in place as he increased his pace, fucking her hard and fast. This was the fullest she’d ever been. Vibrations spread from her ass to her pussy and up her spine. Each time his cock was in balls-deep, she felt it pulse to the rhythm set by the dildo. His cock vibrated as well. It was all she could do to concentrate on keeping the dildo in place when the tidal wave hit.
Her head thrashed from side to side as he fucked her harder and harder. She knew the moment he couldn’t refrain any longer. Her name rolled from his lips on a harsh growl in a thicker than normal accent. It was enough to shove her over the brink and into the abyss. The dildo vibrated on high in her ass causing his cock to shimmy to the beat as he came. Nothing could have been any sweeter. Temair let go of the vibrator and simply lay nestled in his arms.
Damn, the man was a master at sexual pleasure.
Chapter Nine
Monday morning came too soon. Temair sat at her workbench, thinking of the man she’d left a few hours before. Outside the hotel, he’d hailed her a cab only after she’d promised to meet him for lunch. The rain had stopped, leaving a fresh scent on an otherwise musky-smelling city.
She sighed openly. Yesterday had been the best Sunday of her life. They never got dressed. They lounged around in fluffy white robes, ordered room service and watched old movies on TV. Dinner became a feast eaten off one another followed by hot sex on the couch and a long soak in the tub.
She couldn’t stop the smile at the memory of seeing the imprint of her ass cheeks on the windows. There was no denying the shape on the glass was someone’s butt. She’d damn near snorted coffee through her nose when she saw it. Evan’s gentlemanly nature stepped up and he removed the image with a towel, but his devilish smile let her know he relived the incident as he cleaned.
Closing her eyes, she could still feel him wrapped around her as they slept. A shiver raced across her flesh and skid to a halt between her thighs, leaving her moist and damp just at the thought of him. The door to her workshop opened. Temair sat straight, pretending to focus on the piece in her hand.
The aroma of coffee filled the room as Lisanne walked toward her workbench. She set the cup in front of Temair then pulled up a stool next to her and stated cheerfully, “Dish, girlfriend. How’d your date go with your younger man? You’ve been keeping secrets and I’m feeling left out.”
Temair put down the gemstone watchband and lifted the coffee as she leaned back in her comfortable high-back swivel chair. Where should she begin? Emotions swirled inside her chest that even she hadn’t taken the time to sort out. She met Lisanne’s beautiful brown eyes and knew there was no way out of this conversation. They’d been friends for far too long to try to hide things from her.
“I’m sort of seeing Evan Lyndsay.” She took a sip of her coffee.
“Duh.” Lisanne snorted. “I’d say you’re seeing all of the man. But…” She softly tilted Temair’s face to meet her gaze when she tried to look away. “Something’s got your panties in a wad over this relationship. Don’t tell me you’re still worried about the age crap. I thought we decided to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted and to hell with everything else.”
Temair fidgeted and leaned out of Lisanne’s reach. Maybe talking this out with her best friend would help. “That’s part of it. I’ve never had a relationship like this with a younger man. I don’t know how to handle it. Hell,” she huffed loudly then said, “I’m a mess of nerves right now. I can’t think. Whenever I try to concentrate, he fills my brain with—” She stopped short, biting her lip before she spilled too much.
Lisanne burst out laughing, which became infectious and caused Temair to laugh as well. It eased the knot in her chest.
“Damn, girl. You’ve got it bad.”
When she sobered, Temair managed to ask, “Got what bad?”
“You’re falling in love with him.”
“Am not,” Temair snapped defensively, sitting straight in her chair. Even though she knew Lisanne spoke the truth. No matter how she tried to deny it, her heart had become involved and that scared the shit out of her.
“Honey,” Lisanne’s tone switched from friendly teasing to one of deep devotion and caring as she took Temair’s hand. “Listen, there’s nothing wrong with loving a younger man. And from what I’ve seen, that man’s got it bad for you as well.”
“No, he doesn’t. It’s just—” Temair shook her head adamantly.
“Sex,” Lisanne interjected. “Keep telling yourself that, babe. If that’s what you want to believe. In my opinion, it’s time you let the past go. There’s a hot young stud in your future. And believe me, if he were after me, I’d ride that bad boy until his dick fell off, giving him the most fantastic sexual memories of a lifetime.”
Temair chuckled nervously. With as much sex as they had in the past twenty-four hours, she was lucky she could walk. Instantly, her nipples pebbled and her pussy moistened thinking of sex with Evan. God, what had he done to her? He’d tapped into a vein of sensual woman, that’s what. Temair met Lisanne’s loving, sisterly gaze.
“I’m not sure I can handle this.”
Lisanne stood and made Temair stand as well, turning her to face the mirror on the wall. Lisanne’s hands were on her shoulders as her best friend stood behind her. “Temair, in that mirror I see a beautiful, strong woman. I just wish you could see her as well. You deserve a man like Evan. No one can predict the future. Just once, you should live in the moment and not worry about tomorrow or what anyone thinks. Take it one day at a time and who knows, twenty years from now you just might still be fucking him on a daily basis.”
Temair burst out laughing. Leave it to Lisanne to turn a serious speech into a dead-on form of reasoning with humor. She leaned into Lisanne. Lisanne hugged her and she squeezed Lisanne’s hands lovingly. “You are the best friend anyone could ask for.”
They heard the bell above the store’s front door ring and knew someone had entered the store, but lingered for a moment in the friendly hug. At the sound of someone clearing their throat, they turned without letting each other go. Evan stood in the doorway, holding a cardboard tray with three large coffees and a brown paper bag of goodies.
“Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?” He shot them a sexy smile, complete with those hot little dimples that Temair loved so much. Even with Lisanne in the room, Temair noted his eyes were only on her. Heat simmered to life in her core. Damn, he had to have some sort of magic in his soul to be able to reach across a room and jump-start her sex drive without so much as a touch.
Lisanne released her and sauntered directly toward him. She lifted a cup from the tray. “I was just warming her up. She’s all yours, big boy.” She grabbed the doorknob and right before she closed it, she leaned her
head in and added, “Thanks for the coffee.” Then shut the door.
Evan’s eyes widened and his expression was priceless. “Just as I suspected,” Temair said teasingly, closing the distance between them. “You’re no different than every other man out there. Your deepest fantasy is two women at once.”
Before he could reply, she took her coffee, turned and began walking to her workbench. Instantly he closed the gap and wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her tightly against him. The heat of his lips near her ear sent rivers of need rolling through her core.
“I have to admit, the idea of pleasing two sets of sexy legs is intriguing. But that’s not my deepest fantasy. You are.” He pressed his hard cock against the small of her back.
“You mean to tell me that a woman my age is your deepest fantasy.” Temair knew she was digging for an answer that plagued her. But she hoped her insecurity over their age gap didn’t show in the playful tone she tried to use when she spoke.
His lips brushed her neck as he reached over her shoulder to tilt her chin with his fingertips. When their eyes met, pure honesty shone in his gaze as he answered. “Temair, you are aged to perfection and the object of my desire. No woman has ever turned me on the way you do. As far as I’m concerned, age has no relevance in our relationship.”
Evan kissed and nipped along her jaw, before hovering near the corner of her mouth. The warmth of his lips teased hers as he continued. “Please don’t let a number stand between us. Let’s test the boundaries. Explore the possibilities. Let’s see where this takes us as we learn each other’s likes, dislikes and desires. My only wish is to please you mentally, physically and sexually for as long as you will let me.”
His words took root, convincing her of one thing. He wanted her and to him the age gap didn’t matter. Temair breathed in deep and made the decision not to let it hamper their sexual adventure. If it didn’t bother him, then she refused to let it upset her any longer. The hottest, sexiest man ever to have entered her life stood with a stiff cock poking her in the back and she had no intentions of letting him suffer any longer.
She swallowed and had to set the coffee down before she dropped it. Turning in the grip of his arm, she cupped his clothed cock with one hand while relieving him of the tray and bag, setting them alongside her cup on the workbench. She leaned in close to his lips and whispered huskily, “I have a fantasy and you’re going to let me fulfill it right now.”
Temair slid down his body until she was situated on her knees. Staring up at him, she unzipped his pants and released his cock. Gently she caressed his length, massaging him from the glorious plump head to his solid base. But she wanted to touch all of him. She reached for his belt.
“Last night,” she said, then blew a heated breath along his cock and watched his gaze narrow and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I wanted to suck your cock, but never got the chance.” She gave him a heated look of warning as she slid his clothing from around his waist. “This morning your cock is mine to do with as I please.”
The moment he stood in her office with his pants and boxers around his ankles she was in heaven. Pure power sizzled through her veins as she took him into her mouth. Slowly she suckled him, inch by inch, while cupping and rolling his balls gently with her fingertips. His groan and shift in stance as he grabbed the workbench with one hand for support and laced the fingers of his other hand in her hair, fueled her need to taste him. She liked the fact he didn’t try to guide her motions. Instead he simply massaged her scalp as she explored and loved his cock.
Alternating between licking him from tip to balls and sucking him, she was enjoying her morning snack. His scent filled her senses. The salt of his skin enticed her hunger. At her own pace, she took him deeper and deeper until she’d mastered the skill and tasted all of his cock in one long, hard suckle from base to head. She thought his knees would buckle when she did it, which made her grin around his cock as she teased his length with her tongue. Over and over, she swallowed his cock, sucking and sampling his magnificent essence.
Never before had she wanted to please a man in this manner as much as she wanted to please Evan. His hand tightened in her hair and she knew from the tremble of his cock in her mouth that his orgasm was imminent. Harder and harder she sucked, drawing him deep, squeezing his balls lovingly, until he lost control. Evan pumped roughly in and out of her mouth for several seconds before he came. His gasps were music to her ears as his cock filled her mouth with his cum. She liked his flavor as she drank and sucked until his cock relaxed.
Her legs shook as she stood. Evan’s arms were around her waist in an instant as he clutched her close and kissed her passionately. When his hand tried to gain access inside her jeans, she broke from the kiss, grabbed his wrist and grinned.
“Nuhuhuh, this morning was all about you fulfilling my fantasy.” She licked her lips and slid a wanton gaze down his body to his cock then met his eyes once again. “That’s a tasty fantasy. Mind if I revisit it again later?”
He grinned and with a shake of his head replied, “What man in his right mind would say no?” He cupped her chin and leaned in close. “You’ve got the most talented mouth I’ve ever met.” Then he kissed her lightly before releasing her to pull up his pants.
Temair sat at her bench and took a sip of the coffee he’d brought her. “Mmm, perfect.”
“The coffee or me?” he quipped teasingly as he lifted his cup from the tray.
“Both.” Temair couldn’t help but grin.
Evan moved to stand behind her and looked over her shoulder. “Your designs are beautiful. I like the use of the multiple colors of gemstones in this watchband.”
“Thank you.” His closeness caused her nipples to pearl and her insides to tighten with need. Concentration on her work screeched to a halt and she had a deadline to meet. She turned in her seat to face him.
“Evan, I really need to finish this. With you near, I can’t think straight.”
“I know how you feel. You have the same effect on me.” Temair’s heart seemed to swell from his innocent admission. Did he mean it? His arms wrapped around her in a hug and he placed a kiss to her brow. “I’ll make you a deal. Work gets you for the mornings and I get you every day from noon until you have to return to work for the rest of my holiday. Deal?”
Sexual hunger lingered in his gaze. The gentle brush of his pelvis against her pussy as he stood between her legs made her realize he had a semi-erection, which reinforced his words, letting Temair know he meant them. She obviously had the same effect on him.
“How can I refuse when you look at me like that?” She hooked her ankles around the back of his knees and tugged him closer. Capturing his mouth, she kissed him, battling his tongue for dominance. When they pulled apart, she was breathless. Damn, the man could kiss.
“I’ll be back to pick you up for lunch.” He turned, grabbed his coffee and stopped at the door. “Oh, put your walking shoes on. I’ve got plans for us.”
* * * * *
Every day that week he dropped off coffee and a breakfast snack for her and Lisanne. At lunch, he brought some sort of takeout to Lisanne then left with Temair for the rest of the day. Temair was beginning to think the food was his way of bribing Lisanne for taking her away.
She couldn’t remember ever being so happy. The more time they spent together, the less the age thing bothered her until it was no longer a spot on their relationship. Evan made sure of it by keeping her busy acting like a tourist with him. They lunched in diners or quiet bistros then he took her to a multitude of museums. Each day they visited a different one. She never realized how many existed in New York City. Monday was the Museum of Natural History. Tuesday landed them at the Met, which secretly she’d always wanted to visit, but had never taken the time. Wednesday they toured the Guggenheim. Thursday they spent the day at the Bronx Zoo.
At night, they ate in different nationality restaurants, trying a wide range of foods. According to Evan, he liked sampling flavors from around the worl
d and in New York there was a never-ending supply of choices. Each night when they dressed for dinner, he gave her a new pair of silk stockings and sexy undergarments, which she wore for him. And somehow he even managed to buy her a pair of comfortable stilettos.
On Friday, when he dropped off the morning coffee, he gave her a large shopping bag containing several wrapped boxes. He kissed her cheek and made one simple request before he left.
“Please wear this when I pick you up for lunch.” Then he was gone.
Temair sat staring at the bag, itching to open it. Though she enjoyed the time spent with him during their afternoon jaunts and hadn’t found a food she didn’t like at any of the restaurants they’d visited, it was the hours spent in his hotel room that burned brightest. It seemed he never tired of pleasing her, or she him. A sly smile upturned her lips at the memory of fucking him while dressed in nothing but a garter, silk stockings and those sexy stilettos he’d given her.
She’d never forget his expression when she ran the spiked heel up along his rock-hard cock right before he’d lost control and fucked her wildly. Her pussy moistened just thinking about it. Her fingers shook as she placed the last of the order for the watch company in the safe. With that completed, her schedule was finally cleared to relax with Evan before he had to return to London on Sunday.
Biting her lower lip, it saddened her to think how fast the week had flown. There were just a few short days left. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. Live for the now, she reminded herself.
Temair pulled the boxes from the bag and set them on the desk. She opened the smallest box first. Black silk stockings, black leather garter and a leather and lace bra lay neatly folded inside. She lifted the stockings and loved the delicate lace around the top, which had a pink ribbon woven through it that culminated in a tiny bow in the front. The garter belt and bra were made from the softest leather she’d ever felt. The garter’s stays were black lace with pink ribbon and bows. The bra had lace across the tops of each cup and the straps were lace with pink ribbon and a pair of pink bows sat where the strap met the cup. The perfect matching set.
