by LS Anders
It was sweet ecstasy when her flesh finally gave way, and he pushed halfway inside her. Her hips jerking of their own accord at the incredible feeling of extreme fullness. He held himself still allowing her a moment to become accustomed to his size while his tongue danced with hers, loving the taste of him.
Impatient for a release, she reached between them, fondling her clit. It only took her fingers a couple of passes over that bundle of nerves before her intimate flesh was convulsing around his thick shaft.
Groaning into her mouth, Tegan pushed deeper inside as her slippery tunnel rhythmically gripped his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, you are so incredibly tight,” he swore, languidly pulling out of her and slowly inching his way back inside.
His breathing became ragged from holding himself back while she sought her pleasure. Her orgasm made it easy for his cock to slip in and out of her. Her inner muscles totally relaxed, he was able to bury himself fully inside her soaking wet heat.
His hips seem to come unhinged as his pelvis swung free, nailing her in a perfect rhythm that was luring her closer and closer to the edge of another deep orgasm. Filling her up only to retreat and fill her again. Creating a beautiful friction against every surface of her female flesh.
Enjoying every thrust, she moaned, letting her legs fall wide apart allowing him to plunge into her, letting him set the pace. Soon she felt that burn building inside. Leaning her head back against the wall cabinet, she panted her way towards another orgasm.
Tegan came on a shuddered curse. His hot seed filling her up. Rayna was right behind him, thrusting her pelvis forward as the world shattered around them.
He had ruined her for other men. She knew she would never cum like this for anyone else. Not this all-consuming, lose herself in the moment, full-bodied orgasm.
Tegan shifted his weight as his spent cock slipped free and gathered her close, nuzzling her neck before laying gentle kisses on her face and lips. Damn him, but her heart sighed at the feeling of being held with such care.
“Show me your new bed?”
Rayna giggled, “Alright. It’s all pink, you’ll love it.”
“I told you pink was my favorite color.” He nailed her with a naughty look, slipping a finger inside her wetness as to make sure she knew which pink he was referring.
Gasping, she rolled her hips into his palm. “Tegan, if you don’t stop, we’ll be at this all night.”
“Promise?”
“You’re insatiable,” she said, swatting playfully at his chest.
Lifting herself off the counter, her feet made contact with the floor, and that’s when she noticed the puddle. “Ewww, we made a mess.”
“No, there’s no we. That’s all you. My cum is all happily nestled deep inside your belly.”
Her eyes widened at the wetness on her kitchen floor. “There’s no way all that came out of me.”
“Oh, yes there is. I’ve seen you do it firsthand.”
“How is that possible?” she puzzled, heat lighting up her cheeks.
His wicked grin had her belly curling in that luscious way only Tegan could manage. Suddenly, she felt very naked under the intensity of his gaze.
Awareness that she was wearing only her shoes had her entire body tinting pink. Raking her eyes over him standing there with his pants down around his ankles had her cheeks flaming red.
“We just had sex in my kitchen. On the counter,” she announced.
“Yes, we did. In my own defense, you attacked me. For someone so soft-spoken and shy, you really go after what you want.”
“Sorry,” she said, looking down at the pink polish on her toe nails peeking out of her open toed sandals.
“Don’t apologize, it’s one of the many things I like about you.”
That had her eyes snapping back up to his face. “What else do you like?”
“Lots of things,” he answered her vaguely, stepping out of his boots and pants. “Mind if I stay the night?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Let’s grab a shower and test drive your new bed.” The man really had a way of putting things that could make her entire body flush with instant desire.
Later as they snuggled together, Tegan arranged her limbs and pulled her back tight against his chest. Tegan spooning was amazing and so was the shower they’d shared. She’d never experienced having a man wash her hair before. It was heaven, to say the least. He was such an enigma, always with the gruff expression that seemed to soften when his attention was locked onto her.
It wasn’t long before her eyes grew too heavy to hold open. Struggling to stay awake, she wanted to savor this moment with him. It seemed monumental in some way, an important turning point.
“Do you like blueberry pancakes?” she sleepily inquired.
“Yes.” He kissed the back of her neck, punctuating his answer before she fell asleep wrapped in his clean, male scent, and the warm strength of his embrace.
The enticing aromas of a home cooked breakfast lured him awake, taking him back to the past. Back to the first morning he had spent at the Mathieu’s.
Cracking open his eyes, he found himself alone in Rayna’s bed, reluctant to move out of the too comfortable position, but he was craving the coffee that was drilling its delicious scent into his nose.
Rayna had fallen asleep long before he had. His brain keeping him awake as it sorted through all the new feelings he was trying to process for this lovely blonde woman.
He was afraid of no man, but this girl had him scared shitless. She had whispered the words “I love you” in her sleep. He had wanted those words to be for him and not her dead husband.
It was another work day and even though he loved his job at the studio, he was dreading it. All he wanted to do was stay in this bed all day with his lovely Rayna. Not thinking about any life issues, only focusing on giving her pleasure.
Soft footsteps were drawing closer to the bedroom door. Tegan closed his eyes, leaving them opened just enough to peek at the woman that had robbed him of a full night’s sleep. She was wearing a lacy camisole and boy shorts. As soon as he caught a glimpse of her nipples and tight slit through the netted fabric, his cock came fully awake.
Setting a steamy cup down on the bedside table, she sat on the edge of the mattress and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
Tegan surprised her when he tossed back the covers, rolling her underneath his naked body. Settling between her thighs, he ground his morning erection into her heat.
“Why are you so damn sexy, woman?”
“I d—,” he cut her off kissing her roughly before flipping her onto her stomach and whipping off her shorts.
Pushing her legs wide apart, he rubbed the head of his cock through her glistening wetness before pushing his way inside. Her flesh tensed before giving way, and she arched her back lifting her butt into the air. It was a frantic coupling, her pushing back to meet his thrusts as he pumped into her.
Fuck, she felt so good, so tight and satiny slick around him. Her intimate heat scorching a trail through his heart into his soul, claiming him as her own.
It wasn’t long before his balls began to tighten. Reaching his hand around to rub her clit, she bucked against him, her feminine muscles convulsing around his hardness as his thrusts turned erratic. His abs tightened, curling his body hard into her. Gently biting down on her shoulder as he emptied himself into her pulsating tunnel. Bearing his weight on his bent arms, he continued to kiss her neck as they both caught their breath.
Clearing her throat, Rayna undulated beneath him. “Well… a good morning to you, too. This time, you attacked me, so we’re even. Oh, and I brought you coffee, and breakfast is ready. I hope you’re hungry.”
“Pfft,” Tegan chuckled. “I’m starving. Did you really make pancakes?”
“Yep. Blueberry to be exact.”
“I thought that was just sweet pillow talk.” Rolling her over, he captured her lips, taking his time to explore her.
She moaned, tunneling her
fingers through his long hair, holding him in place as she returned his kiss. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, kissing the tip of her nose. He would never get tired of looking at her.
“Let’s go eat,” she squirmed under his admiring eye.
“Why does it make you uncomfortable when I look at you?”
“Um… I don’t know. I’ve never really had a man stare at me as much as you do. It’s not that I don’t like the attention, I’m just not used to it.”
“Well, get used to it, because I can’t help myself.” Fuck, had he just admitted that?
Rayna seemed to stop breathing at his confession, blushing in that innocent way that made her unique.
“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”
“Really? No, I didn’t know. What did I say?”
His heart fell, disappointed he glanced away unable to hold her gaze. “I couldn’t really make it out, just some jumbled words.”
“Hey.” Rayna smoothed her hand over his stubbly cheek. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
Ok. Those words have never been in his vocabulary. He didn’t even know if he had the ability to share feelings with anyone else. He could barely share with Vehn, and he had known him for over half his life. He wanted to ask her if it was him she was dreaming of, but what if it wasn’t and wouldn’t that just fucking suck.
Having to remind himself that he was an emotionless motherfucker, and that’s the way he liked it. You couldn’t get hurt if you didn’t feel. With the exception of Vehn and his family, he never let anybody in, but before he had realized what was happening, Rayna had breached his defenses and waltzed her demure way right into his heart through the back-fucking-door. He hadn’t even seen her coming.
The first time he’d met her, she had stopped by his room at the studio and introduced herself, rendering him speechless. He had a niggling feeling he had fallen a little in love with her that day, because he hadn’t been the same emotionless bastard since. Always looking in her direction, watching her every move when he thought she wasn’t looking. This woman was making him feel way more than what he was comfortable with.
Roaming his eyes over her face, he decided to keep his trap shut. This was not the time to be talking about love, having yet to figure out what was going on inside his own head.
“Nothing,” he lied, leaning down to stop any more questions with a kiss. “Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold.”
“Stay there and I’ll grab your clothes out of the dryer,” she said, scrambling out from under him and slipping into her discarded boy shorts, before leaving him alone to sit on the edge of the bed.
The coffee was calling to him. Taking a tentative sip, it could stand a warm up, but the flavor was amazing. He could get used to being waited on like this, but he needed to get ahold of himself and stop with the fanciful daydreaming. Nothing good ever lasted. It was just a matter of time before this bubble of happiness ruptured. Besides, he had a divorce to get through first and foremost.
Rayna appeared in the doorway, placing his folded clothes next to him on the bed with a smile on her lips.
Pfft, Tracy who? He thought to himself as he watched her sashay out of the room.
His clothes were still warm from the dryer as he dressed quickly and made up the bed before joining her in the small kitchen. She smiled at him again motioning for him to sit at the little table for two.
The woman was clearly not joking about the pancakes. Holy fuck! His stomach fell in love with her when she set a plate full of fluffy deliciousness in front of him… with a side of bacon... and a ham and cheese omelet.
“Fuckin’ A, Kitten. If you keep feeding me like this, I’ll never leave.”
“Well, that would be lovely,” she said, sitting across from him with the same setup only a lot less. “I hope you like it.”
“I like it already, because you were sweet enough to make it for me.”
“Tegan, you are the nicest man I’ve ever known.”
“Pfft, let me remind you to keep that yourself,” he commented, before moaning around a fork full of homemade blueberry pancakes. “Oh my lord, woman! These are amazing.”
“Really? You like them that much?” When he could only nod his head in answer after stuffing in another bite, she went on to admit. “Brent never liked my cooking. He was funny about ingredients, so I never cooked much, but I love to cook for other people every chance I get.”
“Well, feel free. I love to eat,” and I love you, was said only inside his head.
He must be losing his mind to have fallen so fast for her. She was definitely attracted to him, but she’d never hinted at anything more.
Here he was ass deep in wishful thinking that her whispered “I love you” may have been meant for him. She had been married to Brent for something like eight or nine years. Clearly, it had been him she was dreaming of.
“What do you mean, ‘funny about ingredients’?” he asked as jealousy burned through him.
“You know, he was one of those wishy-washy people that would go through spells where he would stop eating meat, then go gluten free, that kind of thing. He was always worried about eating healthy and clean living. You know, that sort of thing.”
“Pfft, a lot of good it did him.”
“Yeah.” Rayna stopped eating, picking at her food with her fork.
Fuck. That was a dick thing to say, but jealousy was not an emotion he was accustomed to. That fuck nugget husband of hers had no idea what an amazing wife he had, and he hadn’t deserved her. So, what the fuck made him think he did? He rushed to apologize, “Fu—. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you say what you want. Don’t censor your thoughts around me, Tegan. It’s hard enough trying to decipher what you’re thinking as it is with that frown you always wear.”
“I’m a grumpy bastard, I admit.”
That earned him a smile.
“So, you’re going to Vehn’s cook-out,” he stated.
“That sounded rather demanding. Telling me what to do now?” she accused, tilting her head to the side.
“Nope, just planting the idea in your head, so you’ll be sure and come.”
“I was already planning to,” she sassed him.
“Good. Bring-an-overnight-bag,” he waved his fork slowly back and forth.
“Yes master,” she jested, staring straight ahead, unblinking as if hypnotized.
“Pfft.” A hint of a smile touched his features. “If that really worked, I would have you doing all kinds of naughty shit.”
“You don’t need to hypnotize me for that, T. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll be your willing slave.” Blushing profusely, she dropped her head refocusing on her food.
He had been just as surprised as her at the unexpected boldness. It seemed the more they were together, the more he let down his guard, and the more familiar and comfortable she was becoming around him.
He liked this Rayna.
This naughty side of her that only he was privilege to. Her shyness was slowly melting away before his eyes and a sexy temptress was emerging. Why did he feel as if his heart, body, and soul were destined to belong to her?
The last bite of food on his plate was difficult to swallow. He was completely stuffed, but there was no way he was going to waste one tiny morsel of the food she had so painstakingly prepared for him.
She made to collect the dishes, but he stayed her hand on one of his empty plates. “You go ahead and get ready for work, I can do the dishes.”
“I… um. Really?” She crinkled her nose at him.
“You cooked, I’ll clean. Go on now, I got this,” he said, reassuring her.
“Um… alright. Thanks.”
“Thank you for cooking.”
“Sure. Anytime.” The dumbfounded look remained on her face as she slowly padded down the hall, looking back over her shoulder one last time before turning the corner.
It wasn’t long before she came rushing back into the kitchen, eyebrows merging with her
hairline. She pointed down the hallway, practically yelling at him, “You made the bed!”
“Yeah, so?”
“You’re perfect.” She came at him, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Pfft, hardly.” Her declaration had his chest swelling. Pulling her arms away, he turned her, swatting her on the bottom to get her moving. “Go get ready or you’re gonna be late.”
The warmth in her eyes made his entire body tingle as she kept her eyes on him, walking blindly back down the hall until she disappeared into the bathroom.
The feeling of being wanted, admired… hell, revered by a woman was freaking him out.
Dishes and bed making were typical chores that came second nature to him. Tracy was never in any kind of mental state to be doing much of anything, so he’d always taken care of everything himself. If he’d known making a bed or doing Rayna’s dishes was going to earn him serious brownie points, he would have done it a long time ago.
He was going to have to tread carefully or he was going to completely fall in love with her.
Pfft, going to? Already happened, he chided himself. Something he sure as fuck wasn’t ready to admit to anyone else, not even to her.
Sunday was finally here!
Exotic Ink was always closed that day, but it happened to be Easter and the day of the cook-out Vehn had been planning with every last ounce of exuberance he could muster. It was delightful how that man would get so excited over having a group of people over so he could cook and entertain them.
That’s not what all the ear to ear smiling was about as she packed her overnight bag. Rayna was so looking forward to spending another night in the arms of her new lover.
He’d finished up her tattoo that had turned out spectacularly wicked, but no more overnights on the third floor above the studio or hot after dinner sex on her kitchen counter since she attacked him two weeks ago. They had been seeing a lot of each other though, just with no sex involved.
