by Yvette Hines
The first two buttons at his throat had been undone since he’d arrived at her door, so she began at the third one. Watching her fingers work one button after another she could feel the heat of his skin behind the material caressing the back of her hands. When all of the buttons were loosen to his waist, she undid the fastening of his pants.
“This just got even more interesting.” He pressed his lips against her ear. “You don’t have to stop with the button.”
“Very tempting.” She tugged his shirt from his pants and released the remaining buttons. Gripping the halves she pulled it off his shoulders. “Good Lord…”
She didn’t mean for the words to come out, but she couldn’t help it as she beheld the delicious sculptured frame of his torso. The man was cut like a Greek god. Well-defined pecs were accompanied by ripping abs and thick, muscled arms decorated by cord-like veins.
“You know if you take off your top I wouldn’t feel so vulnerable.” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a cheeky smile.
“Not the same. I’d only be left in my panties and bra.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t try to hide her grin. “Bed. On your stomach, please.”
He took a moment to pull off his socks and stuffed them in his shoes then crossed to the bed. At the foot, he moved up the center until his head rested on the pillow. “What, no chocolate candies made into a cute design?”
“This is my house, so I pick and choose what things of the resort I want.”
Going to the side of the bed, she stepped out of her heels. Kicking the shoes to the side, she pulled open the top drawer of her nightstand and removed the sensual oil that was a combination of almond oil, sandalwood, ginger and other stimulating herbs.
As she climbed on the bed with him, she straddled his hips.
“I can turn over so you are more comfortable.”
“Shh, Mr. Rayner. It’s your job to just relax and enjoy.”
When he fell silent, she uncapped the bottle and dripped the light oil onto his back. Closing the top, she dropped it on the bed and began working his muscles.
He groaned and sighed as her hands pressed firmly into him. The muscles of his back felt tight. She wondered if it was just sexual tension or job stress.
She enjoyed the sight of the candle light illuminating his skin, making it appear more bronze. Unlike most people who were pale in the winter around the city, his skin held a tan.
“How is it that you’re still walking around with a tan in February?”
“Occupational perk,” he said. “I was in Tucson last and two weeks ago I was in San Diego.”
“Ahh, warm sunshine. I’m jealous.” The room became quiet again as Trenton relaxed against her mattress and she relished in touching him.
Moments later, once she felt the tension release from the lower part of his back, she instructed him to move down from the pillow. Once he was in place, it gave her room to settle above his head. Spreading her knees wide toward his broad shoulders with his head resting extremely close to the apex of her thighs, she couldn’t help but note the erotic appeal of their position. She was supposed to be the one in control, showing Trenton the pleasure of intimacy. However, the more she worked to release the tension from his body the more wound up she became.
She liberated a silent breath then began drizzling oil on the upper part of his body. She marveled how his back was just as impressive as his chest. The scent of the enticing oil was adding fuel to the fire blazing within her. A fire already started by Trenton’s kiss.
On and on, she kneaded the strong muscles of his shoulders and slid her fingers through the warm oil along his back. Touching his skin caused her breasts to feel heavy with need. Her nipples tightened and a trembling began in her core and poured heat throughout her body. Leaning over him, she took her hands up from the small of his back to his sides and up to the center of his shoulder blades. She didn’t know at what point Trenton had moved his hands from underneath the pillow to her thighs.
The feel of his hands caressing the tops and center of her thighs made her breathing kick up. However, she didn’t stop touching him and stroking his body.
She realized the moment the power of the session shifted when his head turned and he began to place light kisses and gentle licks across the center of her right thigh.
Staring down at him, she watched him bunch the hem of her dress at her waist revealing the thin swatch of her lacy black panties. The view was so wickedly delicious, desire saturated her veins like a drug to an addict, making her intoxicated with lust. Her clit began to beat with a tempo of need.
Trenton rested both of his thumbs at the sides of her lace-covered labia and she wanted to beg him to touch her. When he turned his face directly before her sex and buried his nose against her, she almost came at the contact. Using the narrow, straight nose to bump and circle her clit, she couldn’t help angling her hips toward him, needing more.
Taking the hint, he covered her sex with his hot open mouth. Licking and nibbling, he teased her through the material. It wasn’t enough.
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he sucked at her clit, pulling it against the fabric.
Jolie wanted to scream in frustration as she pressed her head back against the wall. She couldn’t move, imprisoned in desire, she was trapped between a headboard and a lust-hungry man.
****
Fuck. The spicy scent of her pussy was driving him out of his mind. The feel of her hands on him had already pushed his restraint to the edge and nothing but sheer will kept him still for as long as he could manage it.
The delicate lace of her panties was an annoying barrier to the treasure he most wanted, craved more than anything. Leaning his mouth away from her, he looked up into her rapturous face. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted, she was a beautiful sight.
“I owe you,” he said, her only warning before he slipped his hand beneath the crotch of panties and ripped them. The flimsy material fell away and revealed his sexy prize.
“Ahh!” She squeaked in shock as she brought her head forward and looked down at him.
Pressing her knees wider, he spread her thighs and gave himself room to take his full pleasure. He could clearly see the smooth, wet lips of her pussy peeled back and displaying the swollen flesh of her clit. Her brown lips a perfect frame to the pink delights of her creamy center.
Leaning in, he licked her from the opening of her sex to her clit, collecting her rich essence on his way. The nectar coating her sex was a blend of sweet and spicy. She brought to mind the taste of the finest of rum and it was making him just as drunk.
He groaned in satisfaction as he buried his face against her pussy. He partook from her like a starving man. Which was exactly how he felt. Nothing tasted as delicious as Jolie. Dipping his tongue inside of her, he reached deeper along her channel and flicked his tongue against the sensitive wall.
“Mmm, ahh…” Jolie grabbed fistfuls of his hair and thrust her pussy against his mouth.
Loving her response, he withdrew, entered again and teased her more. Once her thighs began to tremble in his hands, he moved away. Licking along her slit between her folds he stroked toward her clit but refrained from touching it, tempting her with the orgasm soon to come. He drew one labia into his mouth and then the other and enjoyed the slick flesh covered with her clear cream.
When her body calmed to soft moans of pleasure, he focused all of his attention on her clit. Circling it with his tongue, he stroked the extra sensitive area beside the hood and she bucked against him, rewarding him. He reveled in her responsiveness. He began to flick the receptive peak.
It only took a few times for him to touch her before Jolie was arching against him and crying out her pleasure.
Damn, he loved the sound of her passion. He lapped up the extra cream flooding her sex. The only thought that went through his mind was that he wanted more. Hooking his hands under her ass
, he moved further down the bed and dragged her with him until she was laying flat against the covers.
Ignoring the surprised look on her face as her body still worked to recover from the first orgasm, he started in on her again. Pressing two of his fingers into her pussy, he located the ridged area along her upper walls and manipulated it as he suckled her clit.
“Please… please… ohmygod,” she pleaded and begged as she worked her sex against him.
Trenton gave her no ease and no way to escape the second round of pleasure he was determined to give her. He used his shoulders to keep her thighs wide and his free hand on her ass to keep her against mouth. His fingers and mouth worked in tandem. He licked, nibbled, circled her and drew on her clit as he finger fucked her pussy.
The second climax had Jolie thrashing around and gripping the sheets as she cried out.
While her body quieted this time, he pulled away from her. Working her dress up her body, he helped her remove the light garment. As the dress floated to the floor he leaned back on his haunches and demanded, “Show me those breasts, sweetheart.”
The strapless bra was the only thing blocking his view and he wanted it gone.
As she reached behind her back and unhooked her covering, he pulled a condom out of his pocket. Placing the foiled package between his teeth, he lowered his zipper and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to his knees.
He didn’t miss the widening of her eyes as she gazed at his shaft. Not a shy bone in his body, he fisted his hand around his dick and moved it along his length letting her see the full of him. He was hard and ready for her.
Jolie’s body was as lovely as he had imagined. The soft, medium brown tone appeared golden in the candle light. Her breasts were perfect size to fill a man’s hand with their plump nipples as dark and puckered as large raisins. She had a narrow waist that flared out to hips that were full and thighs displayed wide, availing, without coyness. This was his fantasy and once he buried himself inside her it would be a dream come true.
“You are beautiful.” He rested his body on his forearms, wanting to extend the anticipation a moment longer.
“You’re not too shabby, either.” She reached up and caressed his cheek with delicate hands.
Turning his head he kissed her palm as he held his cock and angled his hips upward. Using the head he stroked through her wetness, coating himself with her. He ground the tip against her clit and felt the shiver race through her and he groaned.
He was aroused to the point of insanity. He needed her. Needed to get inside of her more than his lungs wanted another breath.
Gliding down her slit he paused at the opening of her sex, staring at her, he slowly entered her.
The gasp that came from her was music to his ears. It called to him to press deeper. As he worked his shaft through her tight walls he felt delirious with pleasure. It took him several times to withdraw and push back into her in order seat himself fully inside of her. Jolie wasn’t idle. She thrust her hips up to meet him, assisting in making a place for him in her warm sex.
She wasn’t a virgin, however, with as many strokes as it took to fully sit within her pussy he could tell it had been a while for her.
“Are you okay?” Her nipples poked at his chest as he lay against her.
“Perfect.” She leaned up and kissed him.
Losing himself for a moment, he just held her as their mouths feasted on each other.
When the kiss ended, he slipped his hands beneath her ass. He filled his palms with the firm, round globes and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. “I cannot promise you gentleness, Jolie.”
“I never asked for it, Trenton.” She took hold of his shoulders and gave him a wicked smile.
He kissed her again as he pulled out and thrust forward, not holding anything back.
She moaned, arched her back and spread her thighs wider, accommodating herself for more.
My kind of woman.
On and on, the two of them thrashed among the sheets, giving and taking from each other. Trenton couldn’t get enough of her. He found himself holding off his climax several times, not wanting it all to end.
Sooner than he wanted he couldn’t restrain the need any longer, sliding his hands under her back, he wrapped his fingers around the top of her shoulders and slammed into her tight pussy with all his might. His release came out of him with such force he felt as if fire was coming up his shaft, his balls tight to the point of pain. The feeling stole his breath, then in an instant, a sensation of euphoric pleasure filled his body as if he were taking his first breath, pure and sweet.
Long moments passed before he could open his eyes. Checking to ensure he had not been too rough and Jolie was all right, everything appeared hazy and shadowed for a second. He almost expected to hear the angelic choir, an indication he had died and gone to heaven. When everything cleared he was glad that wasn’t the case, he wanted more time with Jolie. A lot more time.
“Wow.” She was running her fingers through his hair, her voice a low whisper.
“You said it perfectly.” He smiled down at her. Pulling out, he moved up a little higher on the bed. Bringing, her along with him, he rolled to his back and settled her against his side. He cradled her head on his shoulder as his fingers made lazy designs on her hip.
As they lay there in silence for a moment staring at the flickering lights as the candles cast odd shapes around the room, he began to feel relaxed and at peace. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to after sex with a woman. Normally, when it was over they both went their separate ways quickly. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d even stayed the night at a lover’s place and he never gave the invitation to his executive-style apartment in one of the city’s affluent high-rises.
Feeling so comfortable with Jolie could be dangerous. Emotions weren’t something he handled very well outside of anger, disappointment and pride in his job. Needing to break up the intimate moment, he asked, “What’s next on your night of romance schedule.”
Leaning up and staring down at him. “How about a bath, then we can go down for dinner.”
“Great idea.” Using the gap in their bodies as an opportunity to move away, giving his back to her and pushed up from the bed. There was a small receptacle beside her nightstand and he tossed his condom and the foil wrapper that had ended up on the floor into the bin. Pretending he was concentrating on getting out of his pants and underwear, he kept his distance and was happy when she rolled the other direction and got out of bed.
Chapter 4
Jolie tried not to feel hurt at the wall Trenton seemed to be erecting between them. If she were honest with herself it had probably never really been down since he arrived, even though the intimacy between them had seemed real, tangible.
In the bathroom, she went to the tub and turned the handle to fill it. Going to the basket that resembled the one in the condos with soaps, oils, lubes and other lover’s essentials, she removed the chocolate bath salts and dumped the contents from the packet into the rising water. Dipping her hand under the stream she tested it. Content it was warm, she grabbed her robe and went into the room. Trenton had placed all of his things on the chair and was in the process of hanging up her dress.
“I’m going to get something from downstairs, I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here…waiting…naked.” The smile on his face made him look like a little boy expecting a treat for being good.
Damn good. She laughed in spite of the warring emotions going on inside of her. Allowing her gaze to travel the length of his body, she admired his nakedness. The man was built well in every area of his body. The size of his penis had been impressive, making her slightly nervous about taking all of it inside of her, but it had been a wonderful, filling experience. Even now the tenderness of her sex didn’t stop her from aching for more of him, looking forward to the next time she’d have him inside of her.
She sighed in satisfaction that all of that manliness was hers, even if only for one night. S
he’d ensure she made the most of her time with him. “I promise not to take long.”
He winked at her and she rushed out of the room.
When she returned, Trenton had already turned the faucet off and he was easing in the water. His arms were spread out as he held onto the cream colored porcelain sides. “What is it with women and making the water so damn hot it takes the skin off a man’s arse and bollocks?” he roared, his accent thick.
She covered her mouth, not attempted to laugh at his apparent distress. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to add cold water to it?” Jolie moved closer to him.
Allowing himself to fully submerge in the bath, he said, “No, what I want is for you to get your sexy ass out of that robe and into the boiling pot with me.”
“That I can do.” She set the platter of chocolate dipped raspberries and champagne on the wide, flat edge on the side of the large tub then untied the sash around her waist. She allowed the terrycloth covering to drop slowly down her arms, revealing her body to him one inch at a time.
“Now, add a little wiggle to it so I can see those adorable breasts of yours bounce.” He was lounging back and watching her with a heated gaze.
“Like this?” Complying she shimmied her shoulders and even rocked her hips seductively from left to right as she licked her lips slowly.
“Oh, yes,” he said dragging out the S.
Her own behavior shocked her. She had never acted the enchantress with any other man, but Trenton made her want to be naughty and daring. She was a big romantic, but had always constrained her adventures. It didn’t stop her from dreaming about being the occasional freak, but she always firmly maintained her limits. Trenton made her desire to push her own boundaries, become a man’s fantasy.
“Come here, darling Jolie.” He beckoned her with a finger.
Crossing the cool tiled floor, she got into the hot water with him. She sighed loving the intense heat.
“You signaled, Mr. Rayner?” Reaching out, she caressed his chest, loving the mixture of his robust masculine scent mingling with the sweet chocolate steam.
