Without Prather realizing what they were doing, of course.
Her expression turned to one of hurt and she nodded without a word, climbing off of the couch and leaving him aroused and frustrated. She had no idea why he was and clearly she thought it was her fault. His sexual frustration with the status quo was his own impatience.
“Sure. Okay. I’ll guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
Head hanging, Aubrey walked toward her bedroom door and the pressure in Travis’s gut suddenly seemed too much to bear.
“I want you, okay?” Shit, he needed to shut the hell up. The words had come out desperate, which he had never in his life been until this woman. “I’ll wait forever for you, sweetheart, but you need to know that sometimes it’s not easy and tonight is one of those times.”
Aubrey whirled around and her mouth had fallen open in surprise, a blush staining her cheeks. Her cute little chin lifted and she walked back to him, placing her hands on his chest.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.”
And just that fast he was harder than a fence post.
“Baby, we don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait. Hell, it’s probably good for me. It’ll build character or something.”
He tried to give her a gentle, reassuring smile while at the same time he fought his caveman instincts to throw her on the bed and take her now.
“I don’t want to wait.” She paused as if she wasn’t sure how to convince him but he was more than willing to be persuaded. “I want you.”
Yes, ma’am. He was all hers.
* * *
Aubrey thought Travis might rip her clothes off or throw her over his shoulder fireman style, but he did neither. Despite the wild look in his eye he carefully and slowly leaned down to capture her lips with his own. Her mouth blossomed under his as his tongue sought entry. He explored, tickled, and rubbed the cavern of her mouth until she was breathless and her panties damp.
“Travis,” she breathed, trying to catch her breath. “Take me.”
“I intend to do just that. I’m going to make you mine until you can’t remember a time before we made love, before I was deep inside you.”
A rush of moisture flooded her panties and her heart thumped painfully against her ribcage. The deep, dark timbre of his voice promised all manner of pleasure and any doubts that remained in her troublesome brain were shushed into silence. Tonight was about reclaiming what she’d lost so long ago. With the man she adored. The man she trusted more than anyone.
He reached down and swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, his gaze never straying from her own. Setting her gently down on the bed, he crawled up her body until he was hovering above her own, his wide shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he growled, leaning down to brush butterfly kisses across her lips, forehead, cheekbones, and finally the hollow below her ear. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you fantasize about and I’ll make it come true. I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Mouth hanging open, Aubrey had no idea what to say. She’d never expected anyone to ask the question. “I–I’m not sure. I don’t know.”
“Do you like it hard and fast or soft and slow? Do you want me to say dirty things in your ear? Do you like to come right away or do you like to wait until you can’t hold back anymore?”
Holy Mary, Mother of God. It all sounded good. Every bit of it. There was no way she could choose.
“Yes.” The word came out as a whisper so she said it again. “Yes.”
His brow knitted but then he smiled. “All of it? I guess we have all night. Just so you know I like a little dirty talk in my ear as well. If you’re taking suggestions.”
Was she? She’d spoken rarely during sex and usually only answered direct questions. She wasn’t sure she could keep up some filthy dialogue about an act she hadn’t done in years. She really didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing and she doubted she could fool him. He had too much experience.
His fingers tangled in her hair and his lips trailed over her jaw and down her neck to where her pulse beat frantically under her skin. He nipped at the sensitive flesh before soothing it with his tongue, and a frantic moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. A rush of arousal ran through her and her body shook with its pure power. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Travis.
Skilled hands slid under her tank top, leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched. She expected him to pull it over her head and toss it away but he froze, a frown taking the place of the smile that had been there only moments before.
“Kitten? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
Aubrey didn’t know why he was asking at first, but then she felt the pads of his fingers tenderly brush her cheeks before holding them up for her inspection.
Wet.
She was crying and she’d had no idea.
So overwhelmed with emotions and sensation, she’d handled it the only way she knew how. Now he was going to think she was a blubbering mess. She had to explain or he was going to think she’d lost what was left of her sanity.
“I’m okay. I don’t want to stop.”
“You’re crying,” he whispered, his expression bordering on tortured. It was her fault he felt this way. “Am I hurting you?”
She swallowed the lump that had taken up residence in her throat and shook her head. “It’s just been a long time for me and I guess all the emotions became too much. But it’s all good. Really.”
Travis sat back on his haunches, still not looking convinced. “When you say a long time, what does that mean exactly?”
Her fingers worried at the silky sheets, hoping she could find an elegant way to verbalize her pathetic situation.
“It means…it means that I haven’t had sex in a very long time. Like…years.”
“Years,” he repeated carefully. “How many years are we talking about here? A couple?”
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she screwed up her courage one more time. “Almost ten years. Since I was seventeen.” His eyes widened at her confession. “I just haven’t met anyone that I really wanted until now. And well…honestly, I didn’t think I was missing much anyway. If you must know, I don’t think I’m very good at this.”
He knew everything now. She only hoped he wouldn’t turn and leave.
Chapter Fifteen
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Nine years.
Aubrey hadn’t had sex in nine years.
Travis kept repeating the words inside his head but he was having trouble truly understanding their meaning. The warm armful of woman currently lying on his bed and underneath him was the sexiest female he’d ever seen. There was no way in hell she’d kept what had to be droves of horny males at arm’s length for that long.
It was impossible.
Yet she was looking up at him with the most earnest expression. She appeared to be serious.
If she was…why?
Why deny herself the pleasure of lovemaking? It didn’t make any sense.
Was she punishing herself for what she considered poor behavior when she was in high school?
He ran her words through his befuddled mind one more time and finally came up with a possibility, remembering what she’d said when she’d told him about her past.
“Why do you think you’re no good at this?”
Aubrey squirmed as if trying to slide away, but he placed his hands on either side of her head so he could look into her eyes.
“I’ve never…you know…with a man. Ever. So I figure it must be me. Even though Gigi says it’s not.”
It took him a moment but realization flashed and he leaned forward so they were almost nose to nose.
“I can guarantee you, baby, that it isn’t you.” He all but growled the words, anger at the selfish boys she’d been with that had taken what they wanted without giving anything in return. “You had sex with boys. I’ve left those years lo
ng behind. Things are going to go a hell of a lot different here tonight. Trust me when I say that you can and you will feel pleasure. I won’t stop until you do. More than once. That’s a promise.”
Pink suffused her skin from her chest to her turned-up nose. “I’m nervous. Really, really nervous. Honest to God, I think I might pass out kind of nervous.”
Her sweet uncensored confession made his heart constrict so tightly it hurt to take a breath.
“I have an idea. Why don’t you just lie back and relax and let me take the reins. When, or if, you feel comfortable then you can touch and kiss me, but until then this show is all about you. How does that sound?”
“Like an impossible dream.”
Clearly his Aubrey didn’t think she was capable of great passion, but he’d already seen the signs in her long ago when he’d kissed her for the first time. Her body had responded immediately, no hesitation, pure and honest. She didn’t play the games he’d been subjected to by the women who were looking to “land a rich husband”. She wanted what he was and he wanted every bit of her.
Reaching under her tank top he slowly lifted it, giving her ample time to stop him if she wanted to. He tossed it to the floor, revealing round, firm breasts with petal pink nipples that begged for his fingers and tongue. He had to steel himself not to fall on her like a starving dog on a bone. Instead he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her pajama pants, gliding them down her legs until all that covered her gorgeous body was a lacy strip of pink panties that were doing dangerous things to his blood pressure.
He could hear his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he pressed his lips to her quivering abdomen. Her skin was soft, silky, and warm to the touch and he trailed wet kisses from her belly button, up through the valley between her breasts, and then back down until his tongue ran along the edge of her panties. Her body trembled under his touch, leaving him in no doubt she was as affected as he was by what was taking place between the two of them.
His hands slid up her torso, cupping her generous breasts in his palms and teasing the already hard nipples with this thumbs. His groin tightened painfully, tenting the soft material of his sweatpants, reminding him that he had to control his arousal or this evening would come to a much earlier conclusion than he wanted. He hoped that at his age he’d managed to garner a little more control than when he was an impatient youth, but at the moment he felt about eighteen.
“Do you like this, kitten? Do you want more?”
Aubrey moved restlessly under him, her body pressing closer to his own as he leaned down to capture a straining nipple into his mouth, lapping at the hard tip before scraping it gently with his teeth. Her body arching, her fingers slid into his hair and dug into his scalp, the nails erotically scratching the skin.
He switched his attention to her other breast, then back and forth until she was mewling with pleasure under his eager attentions. Sliding his mouth in a southerly direction, he swirled his tongue at the sensitive juncture where hip met thigh, drawing a breathy moan from her lips before tugging the final silky barrier down her tanned legs. He tossed them onto the pile of clothes on the floor and pressed kisses to her inner thigh, nipping a path to her wet and waiting slit.
He lowered his mouth to her, anticipation building in his lower back and balls. She sent his senses into overdrive, her scent, her taste, her feel, the way she moaned as his tongue teased her, and the way she arched her back up off of the mattress in sheer unadulterated ecstasy.
He pursed his lips around her clit and gently sucked, and she responded with a half-scream, her thighs pressing on each side of his face. He braced his hands against them, forcing them apart again as he rolled his tongue in a circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Travis…” she whimpered, her fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, her body bowed with pleasure. He refused to give her respite, savoring every second of her impending climax as he pushed two fingers into her, curling them to stroke at the sweet spot deep inside.
She was close. Very soon she’d know that there wasn’t a thing in this world she’d done wrong.
* * *
Travis hadn’t lied when he’d promised her she’d find heaven in his arms tonight. But this heaven wasn’t soft and peaceful. No, this involved sweaty bodies, tongues, fingers, and thighs sticky with her own honey. She writhed and moaned as her orgasm built relentlessly, painful in its intensity. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life and she wanted it to go on and on forever, and yet at the same time she wanted to let it shatter her into a million pieces so she could start all over again.
Finally the pressure coiled in her abdomen was too much and it sprang free as her breath stuttered out of her lungs and her body shook with the force of her release. Her lids fluttered shut and colored lights danced in front of her eyes as the universe swirled until she was dizzy and out of breath.
Aubrey dragged air into her starved lungs as Travis placed a tender kiss on her hip and sat back on his heels again, sliding his sweatpants down his legs and tossing them to the floor. His t-shirt was the next to go, revealing his tanned, muscular chest. Feeling particularly bold she reached up and ran her hands over the smooth flesh, tracing his ridged abs and tickling his hipbones, eliciting a low groan that seemed pulled from the depths of his soul. Her fingers brushed the tented fabric of his boxers and he threw back his head and moaned, giving her the courage to explore him more fully.
Impatiently he tugged at his boxers, throwing them on the floor, his length springing free and slapping his belly. Long and hard, he was larger than anything she’d seen before and she knew a moment of fear that she couldn’t take him. He seemed to recognize her reticence and he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, running up and down a few times as if to show her he was harmless.
“It might not fit.”
The words had simply tumbled out of her mouth but now that she’d said them she was kind of relieved. Spatial relationships weren’t her strong suit, but he had to see that this simply might not be possible no matter how much she wanted it to.
Grinning, Travis rubbed his palms up and down her thighs in a comforting motion but all it did was send sparks straight to her sex. This man was turning her into a puddle of need.
“I’ll fit just fine, baby. We’ll take it nice and slow. There’s no hurry. If anything hurts you stop me and we’ll find another position that might work better. Are you ready for me?”
She’d been ready since practically the moment she’d met him but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t scared too. They were crossing a line in their relationship and there was no going back afterward. They could only move forward into the unknown.
And the unknown was terrifying as hell.
Aubrey felt him nudge her and instinct made her widen her thighs even as he pushed forward, gently but firmly, stretching her walls and drawing a gasp from her lips.
“Breathe, baby.” Travis’s hoarse words barely penetrated her befuddled mind, but she somehow managed a few ragged breaths as he continued to impale her until he was finally in to the hilt.
He didn’t move a muscle, clearly waiting for her to give a signal that she was ready. His face a tight mask of control, his jaw rigid from the sheer will to hold back, he balanced above her on his palms watching her face for even the slightest whisper of discomfort.
But that wasn’t what was happening. Heat was beginning to spread from her slit, through her abdomen, and down to her toes and fingertips. The strong urge to move couldn’t be denied any longer and she experimentally swiveled her hips and a rush of pleasure suffused her entire body. Travis immediately picked up on the signal and slowly pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, his hips snapping against her own.
They set up a pace that was faster than slow but not frantic in its intensity. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders before sliding down his sweat-covered back to dig into his lean hips. Travis’s head dipped down to capture a nipple with his lips and his thrusts took on a sli
ghtly different angle that had her seeing stars, moons, and asteroid showers.
“Like that, kitten?” he whispered into her ear, his voice a feral growl. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
It was indeed. A spot no one had ever found when inside of her before and she couldn’t get enough of him stroking it, over and over until she was clinging to him, mindless with ecstasy and teetering on the brink of…something dangerous. Falling over the edge with him…letting herself go like that… Self-control at all times was what she’d depended on all these years, and if she wanted the glittery pleasure that was held just out of her reach she was going to have to let go and reach for it.
Travis didn’t give her a choice this time any more than he had the first. He reached between their bodies to press his fingers against her swollen clit and her climax exploded, her entire body going taut and her toes curling. She heard herself call his name and then liquid heat ran through her veins until she was on fire from the inside out, barely cognizant of the world outside of the two of them.
She forced her lids open to watch as Travis reached his own peak, his head thrown back, his teeth snapped together. His incredible male beauty seemed more profound at an intimate moment such as this and she counted herself lucky to be able to see him – at the mercy of his pleasure.
He rolled off of her, taking her with him and tucking her into his side, one leg thrown over hers as they caught their breath. Aubrey’s heart galloped in her chest as she came down from the most amazing high of her life. An addicting rush she already wanted to repeat again and again until she didn’t know her own name.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Travis’s hands slid up and down her back and legs as if looking for some imaginary injury and she could only giggle in response. He worried way too much.
“I’m fine. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better in my life.”
Where she’d found the courage – and the energy – to tease him she had no idea but he stayed still for a moment and then he pulled her more tightly to him, almost crushing the air from her lungs.
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