Sultry

by Lexi Buchanan

  She chuckles and starts talking, “My blog hmm. I love what I have with Mara’s Thoughts. It isn’t a very original name, but no one else in my family has any interest in art so it isn’t likely they’d find it. When I started writing my reviews for the art books, I never in a million years expected to have such a huge following. Sometimes, I just sit staring at the numbers thinking next time I blink I won’t have any and that I’ll wake up only to find it’s all been a dream. I’ve always had my nose stuck in books—fiction—non-fiction—about art.”

  “I remember in the summers you’d be lying in your mom’s hammock on the back porch with a book under your nose.”

  “That was the best. I still do that. Robin insists I’d spend my life lying out back either reading or watching the sky. Out of all my sisters, I think she really gets me. Amanda just stays silent and goes along with everyone. Jessie is too hung up on being a silly teenager and she is too busy going after boys with her friends to notice anything at home. And well, Sarah, you know we don’t really get on all that well.” She shrugs. “But my blog is all mine and the contacts I’ve made through it will be approachable for after I’ve finished my art degree. I’m not a hundred percent sure where I want to specialize yet, which is frustrating—not just for me but my art tutor as well.”

  “You’ll be amazing no matter what direction you choose to follow.”

  I kiss her on the head and continue to look out at sea, following a yacht on the horizon before it disappears from sight.

  I love Orange Beach at this time of year. The kids are still in school, students are still in college, which leaves the beach for visitors or locals. During the height of summer, some cool parties are held here, which I’ve been to in the past with the guys. But nothing has ever felt so right than being here with Mara—having her in my arms. My Sweet Mara.

  “Why don’t you put all your college work to use?” She squeezes my arms. “Not that you working at the bar doesn’t mean anything, but all that studying and good grades.”

  Sighing, I admit, “After my parents died I lost interest in so many things, that being one of them. My law degree is still there, but now I’ve had lots of time to think about it, and my life, I’m not sure that’s what I want to do anymore. In fact, I know it isn’t. It’s just hard admitting that. My father wanted me to follow in his footsteps, and he was beside himself when I told him that I wanted to study law at college. What I didn’t admit was that I was choosing that because Phoenix was. He probably worked it out, but he let it lie because it’s what he wanted.”

  “What did you want to do?”

  “Play ball.”

  She starts laughing.

  “Hey! Isn’t that what every boy wants to do? Play ball.”

  “I guess,” she agrees still chuckling.

  “Okay, seriously, I’ve always been interested in architecture, but more to do with the exterior than the interior. I’ve been sketching for years so it’s not as though I’m new to it all, but there’s a lot to learn.”

  Going still in my arms, her gaze searches the horizon and I can’t help but search it as well as though the answers to the future are on it. She squeezes my arm in a hug and then murmurs, “Let’s go back in, I’m getting thirsty.”

  Without another thought, I head back toward the beach with Mara still in my arms.

  “You’re back to studying again?” she asks.

  I’d thought our conversation was over. In fact, I hoped that would be the end of it. It isn’t something I’ve talked about with anyone before. So it feels weird as I answer her, “Yeah, I am—only this past month though. I signed on for some online courses so I can to see what they’re like—if I can handle them with work…so far so good.”

  Out of the ocean, I let her slip out of my arms and take hold of her hand, entwining our fingers together. No matter what my body is telling me, I’m not ready to take this, whatever it is, any further. Keeping her close and holding her hand should satisfy me for now. I hope!

  Chapter Eleven

  Mara

  “Mara, are you asleep?”

  “Nearly.” I pry my eyes open and watch as Donovan walks closer to where I’m lying in his hammock. On arriving back at his place, we hauled it out from his basement and put it together, which we finished about five minutes ago.

  “Are you going to let me share it with you?” he asks with a slight smile on his lips.

  “Since it’s yours I can hardly refuse,” I smile, “but even if it wasn’t I’d still move over.”

  “Okay. Hold on.”

  I grip part of the hammock and hope Donovan doesn’t send me to the floor, but with one quick move it’s all sorted and he’s tight against me.

  “Turn slowly and let me hold you,” he offers.

  Whom I to refuse a husky request or an excuse to be close to this man? Doing as he asked, I turn and end up half on top of him with his arm around my shoulders holding me tight. My left leg is bent at the knee, resting close to his groin, but he doesn’t seem bothered. Snuggling deeper into him, I wrap my arm around his waist and sigh. I want to stay like this forever.

  “Hey, you really are tired. Do you want me to take you home?”

  “Nope. I’m staying here with you,” I slur with sleep pulling me under.

  Donovan sighs, “I’d like that, Mara,” he starts to weave his fingers through my hair, “but—”

  “I can’t,” I finish his sentence for him.

  “Mara.” He turns on his side so we’re now lying chest-to-chest, hips-to-hips. I slip my knee between his legs and move closer to him, watching him gulp as I do.

  “Please kiss me.”

  He looks like he wants to do nothing more, but he closes his eyes and inhales.

  I know he’s told me why he won’t; that he’s frightened he won’t be able to stop, but surely we can control our urges while in the hammock. I mean one false move and we’ll both topple to the floor.

  “Just a small kiss,” I whisper waiting for his eyes to open, but they stay shut and he still doesn’t make any move towards me.

  Feeling hurt, I bury my face back into his chest as the tears I’ve been trying to hold at bay trickle from my eyes and on to his tee shirt. I’m not usually so emotional, but around him I obviously am.

  “Babe?” he questions, putting me slightly away from him and taking my face in his hands. “Please don’t cry. We shouldn’t have spent the day together. We shouldn’t be lying here together not wanting to leave the other…but we have and we are.”

  Finally!

  He leans in and kisses along the trail of tears on my face before he kisses each eye in turn. The kisses don’t stop, he moves back down my cheeks and starts to kiss the side of my neck as my hands come up and slide into his hair to hold his head in position. As he starts to nibble along my jaw, I tilt my head slightly and find his lips hovering above mine.

  “I can’t ask again,” I say in a broken voice.

  “You don’t need to. This was inevitable.” He breathes the statement like it’s a love poem before gently caressing back and forth against my waiting lips with his. All the while his eyes stay locked on mine. “I’m going to deepen the kiss.”

  I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want his lips on me right now. All day we’ve been teasing each other and now it’s about to become a reality.

  His lips are warm and smooth as they finally make contact with mine. My heart is pounding in my chest as he takes his time, placing small kisses along my lips before I feel his tongue pushing between them. Opening my mouth to him, he groans and finally seals his lips with mine. At first his tongue strokes mine in a light, teasing caress then when I press harder against his groin—his dick hard and swollen with his arousal—he deepens the kiss. Our tongues tangle, tasting the other. I’ll never get enough of this man.

  My hips are grinding against the solid length of him while he ravishes me with his mouth. My hand slips from the back of his head to his waist before dipping over his butt, which I squeeze,
pulling him against me.

  The ache between my legs intensifies. The more he kisses me—the more I grind against him. I need him to touch me there to ease me, but then he cups my breast and rubs his thumb over my hardened nipple causing a shudder to run through my body. I break from the kiss and moan, pushing more into his hand. “Don’t stop…that feels good.”

  “God Mara, you’d make a saint lose control.”

  I chuckle, but gasp when he bends his head and gentle bites down on my nipple.

  I’m not going to stop him because I want this. He wants this between us just as much. I move my hand to the front of his jeans and push up and down against him. He growls and rolls us out of the hammock. I land on top of him on the floor, but before I can catch my breath he has me up from the floor and in his arms as he strides toward his bedroom.

  “I’m not making love to you tonight. You need slow and romantic for your first time. Not only do I need to buy some condoms, but I’m not going to last long enough to prepare you. We’re going to get naked though. I hope that’s okay.”

  Is he for real? “Um, yeah that’s okay. I’ve wanted to see you naked for a long time.”

  “Fuck.”

  He tosses me on to his bed, following me down before I get a chance to check out his package.

  He unfastens my jeans and shoves them down my legs with my panties, dropping them to the floor. I have no shame and open my legs to give him a teasing look between my thighs. Donovan doesn’t move as he stares at my sex, his breathing heavy. Taking hold of my tee shirt, I pull it off over my head and toss it somewhere on the floor, following it with my bra. I’m now completely naked for the only man who makes my heart wild.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I huskily tell him.

  Quickly jumping from the bed, he shucks his clothes in record time and stands before me in his naked glory; he’s beautiful. All hardened muscle, not an inch of fat to him. My eyes wander all over him, but they keep straying back to his manhood, which is standing proudly from a light sprinkling of hair.

  Not too sure what to do as I’ve never been naked with anyone before, I move to sit in front of him on the bed. Reaching out, I stroke his shaft with a finger and feel him jerk as he leaks at the tip. I lick my lips. Needing to taste him in the most erotic way a woman can taste a man, I lean closer. Wrapping my hand around him, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and hear him cuss above me.

  Knowing I affect him as badly as he does me, I move my hand up and down his shaft getting the feel of Donovan’s smooth silken length. Dipping my head over him again, I take the head slightly in my mouth and massage him with my tongue. His taste explodes on my tongue, and I can’t help feel that bit of rejection that he won’t make love to me.

  “Mara…fuck…you have to stop.”

  He pulls free of my mouth, and before my disappointment can really take hold, he has me on my back on the bed with him between my spread thighs. He rests his elbows on either side of my chest to keep his weight, which I want, from me. His dick rests against my hip.

  “You are so beautiful, Mara. I can’t believe it’s me you want.”

  I smile. “I’ve always wanted you. So believe it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  He kisses me on the nose before grinning and sliding down my body. With a suck and nibble to each of my breasts, he moves further south and starts to kiss his way down past my navel to the strip of hair I have on my pussy. But he doesn’t stop there and using his fingers, he spreads me open before dipping his tongue in.

  The pleasure that shoots through my body has me throwing my head back as I grip the covers beneath me, arching my hips into his mouth. Whatever he’s doing to me is driving my body higher and higher. My pussy keeps clenching and releasing around his finger, but I want—need—more. I need him. Over me. Inside me.

  “Donovan,” I moan. “Come here…please.”

  He stops and looks up from between my legs, his mouth wet.

  “You taste good, baby.” He licks his lips.

  Reaching out with my arms, he realizes that I want him to come up to me. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight with his balls wedged against me.

  I wrap my legs around his thighs, and moving against him, I feel an orgasm starting to build.

  My breathing is uneven as I dig my fingers into his butt to push him down on me. I need something…I need Donovan…

  He takes my mouth in a bruising kiss as he pushes hard against where I need him…and I lose all control of my body as I start to convulse in a mind-numbing climax—flooding his balls with my release. I can’t stop. My climax is going on and on. I vaguely hear Donovan groan before I feel his dick twitching between us before a new wetness follows.

  Eventually we both slow down and come to a stop, breathing heavily against the other. Donovan lifts his head and places a sweet kiss to my lips. “I need to clean you up.” He raises himself off me and kneels between my spread thighs. “I’m sorry.”

  What the hell!

  I can’t stop the tears that gather in my eyes at his apology for…for…this.

  “Shit, Mara. Don’t cry. I’m apologizing for coming all over you,” he says sheepishly. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted this to be about you, not me. It’s just…I’ve wanted you for so damn long. You had me really worked up, and then when you came all over my balls, I lost it.”

  “So you’re not sorry for having me naked and beneath you?”

  “Fuck, no!”

  He looms over me. “I should be bothered about this whole situation, but I’m not going there right now because you’re with me so I’m happy. I hope you are as well.”

  “I am.”

  “Good. I think the quickest way to get cleaned up is a shower, although I’m not sure I’m going to survive seeing your naked body covered in shower gel.”

  He leans down and scoops me up in his arms.

  “Maybe I could rub the shower gel on you. I mean to make sure you’re clean and all,” I say, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Donovan

  Making breakfast for the girl in my bed is a first. I’d slept all night with my girl wrapped up in my arms. It had felt like the most natural thing in the world to have her with me. Despite my history as a player, she is the only girl to have stepped foot in my bedroom. Hell, she’s the first girl I’ve ever brought to this house. Usually I’d go to their place so I could leave as soon as the deed was done. Quick escape. But last night after we’d showered and given each other another orgasm, I’d asked her to stay the night. The smile I’d received in response to those words had made me feel on top of the world.

  Who knew that having the girl of my dreams come all over my balls could be so damn satisfying. From the moment she touched my cock with a tentative stroke I’d been ready to explode with excitement. If I had the chance to slide into her virgin sheath I’d probably come before hitting her barrier.

  Groaning, I reach out to the counter with my hands and rest against it, breathing heavily. As I look down, my arousal is tenting my sweat pants.

  Lost in my thoughts and lust, I don’t hear Mara sneak up on me, but I sure as hell feel her as she presses her naked front against my back and wraps her arms around my waist. Her hand wanders down and finds me hard and ready for round three.

  “Mmm, someone is excited to see me.”

  Laughing, which turns into a groan as she wraps her hand around me, I admit, “I’m always happy to see you, and I don’t just mean what’s going on in my sweats.”

  I feel her smile against me. “I know.”

  She kisses me on the back before quickly getting on her knees between me and the kitchen cabinets. Before my brain can catch up she has my sweats around my ankles and her hand around my cock. I don’t even get a chance to catch my breath before she’s sucking me into her wet mouth—her hot, tight mouth. Fuck.

  My legs quiver so I grip the counter even harder t
o try and keep myself upright as she starts to massage my balls while creating a delicious, toe curling suction along my length. My cock swells as she sucks and licks at me.

  God, nothing has ever felt as good. I’ve been blown before, too many times to count, but it has never felt like an all-consuming volcano is ready to detonate from my balls out of my dick.

  Then the warmth has gone, but she wraps her mouth around me and licks down to my balls before sucking each one, in turn into her mouth for a quick massage. Wrapping her hand around the base of me, she licks back up to my leaking tip, and swirls her tongue around, lapping at all the pre-cum running out of me. I can’t control it.

  “I’m going to come…soon…oh God, Mara.”

  She sucks me straight back into her mouth at the same time as she massages my balls, and then I feel it—the spark at the base of my spine—the fire in my balls. I ignite and come as she continues to swallow and suck around me. Heaven!

  Lapping me up, she licks all around my shrinking cock before releasing me, and I do what any guy would do after such a mind-numbing blow, and slide to the floor with sweats still around my ankles.

  She giggles and climbs astride me, wrapping her arms around my neck. My arms go around her, pulling her tight against my chest.

  Kissing her messy locks, I say the only words that come to mind, “Thank you.” Then add, “Let me rest a few more minutes then I’m going to return the favor.”

  “No, you’re not. That was all for you. If you return the favor then it takes away from the gift I’ve just given you.”

  “Um…wow.” She blows my mind, and I will be returning the favor, just not this morning. Although I’d love to taste her again, I’m not a dick and don’t want to spoil what she’s just done for me so unselfishly.

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  “That was…I’ve never. Fuck,” I laugh, “I can’t even string a sentence together.”

  “That good, huh?”