As she brushed her teeth, she stared at herself in the mirror.
Her cheeks were as flushed with color as were her lips and her eyes were bright with anger.
Although, was it anger or arousal?
Both?
Anger, she decided, is a shade becoming of me –I’ll have to wear it more often, which should be easy, with Brian around.
She didn’t dare attribute the color in her cheeks to the passionate exchange that had occurred on the cabin’s porch. She left the bathroom and hoped that he would not speak to her.
She was not going to be that lucky...
“Got any potato chips?” He asked.
“No.”
“Any popcorn?”
“No.”
“Back to monosyllables, are we?” He continued, as she stomped up the first few stairs.
“Yes.”
“Going to bed?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a good movie on, Mortal Weapon Five – care to watch it with me?”
“No.” She slammed shut her bedroom door.
“Didn’t think so,” he called up the stairs.
How typically male, thought Miranda angrily.
Got any chips, any popcorn? How annoying he was. What was she, his grocer?
She slipped between the sheets and shut of the lamp, darkening the room with shadows. She was asleep before she realized that she had forgotten to call her Uncle Russ... and her dreams were not to be pleasant ones.
* * *
“Miranda!” She felt a weight upon her chest and she struggled to open her eyes. “Are you all right?”
“Of course I’m all right!” she snapped, though remnants of the dream were still with her.
“You had a nightmare. You called out for me in your sleep.”
Miranda stared at his naked chest for a long minute, chewing the lip that quivered between her teeth. He had turned on the lamp and as a result, was being bathed in a very flattering forty-Watt light. He smelled so good to her, so male and reassuring.
“By name?” She asked, disoriented.
“By name.”
“It was horrible.” She admitted softly, the fragments of dreamscapes clearing from her mind.
His smile was wary, full of concern. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Her hand moved of its own accord, to trace a line across his chest with the tip of one manicured finger.
She watched the gooseflesh spread across his breast from the contact and looked up at his face to see him watching her with unchecked interest.
She knew that once she began, she was not going to stop.
He was not going to stop.
“Brian...”
Her other hand sneaked up around his neck, pulling him down toward her.
“Lady, you’re asking for trouble.” He warned her on his descent.
“Brian, help me forget him. Erase the memory of him from my body, my mind. Help me remember only you, only tonight.”
“Are you saying...?”
Her voice wavered as she huskily said, “You know exactly what I’m saying... Please?”
The intent in his smoldering grey eyes floored her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He lowered his mouth to nuzzle the soft flesh of the valley between her breasts, exposed by the robe that had shifted in her restless sleep.
He raised his chin from her chest to look her right in the eye. What he saw there, in her sexy green eyes, was the assent he had been waiting for.
His mouth lowered unto hers and his weight shifted, so that he was supporting it with his arms, above her. She wasn’t nearly as tiny as some of the women he had been with but still, he was afraid to crush her with his weight.
As he kissed her he felt her complete submission there her permission for him to possess her in any way he saw fit.
And possess her he would, in all the ways he had been longing to, from the moment he had first laid eyes on her.
For already, she had possessed him, like a demoness – or perhaps a goddess – clouding his every thought, his every notion, driving him near mad with his desire.
And now, he had her permission, her anxious, ardent consent.
No cold shower in the world could have stopped him now...
As he kissed her, Miranda knew that she had made the right choice.
It was an impulsive choice but something she wanted so bad, no matter how many ways she tried to deny or rationalize her feelings. She wanted Brian and she wanted him now.
He was a man, she was a woman and that was all that truly mattered...
She worked her mouth against his, encouraging him to hurry.
Her hands crept down the length of his hard body, finding a greater hardness at his groin. Sensing her mounting need, he plundered her mouth with greater attention and then paused to tell her of his intentions.
Kissing her swollen bottom lip, he said, “I’ve dreamed about this far too many nights to have it over on a whim, love. I’m going to make love you slowly and for the rest of the night, until you’ve had your fill of me and I of you.”
The promise in his voice stirred the sensual animal inside of her.
“Promise?” She asked, with a temptress’ smile.
“Promise,” he whispered, with a smile of his own, before lowering his mouth to hers again.
From the corner of her mouth, he rained kisses down her chin, to the hollow of her throat and the sensitive crook of her neck, gaining there a small whimper from her lips.
“Yes, Miranda. Make your sweet little love noises. I want to hear them all...”
Rolling on his side, he pulled the sheets away from her body and found one breast exposed by the open robe she wore. He wasted no time in lowering his mouth to that glorious breast, tasting of the nipple with the tip of his tongue a moment before plunging it into his mouth, to be savored and sucked upon until she moaned, low and deep in her throat.
He brought his hand to her other breast, massaging it gently as he brought his mouth to it as well.
“You’ve got such perfect breasts,” he sighed, suckling the one on her left. “So round and perfect. Not too large, not too small, just right... Thirty-six C.”
“Don’t even tell me how you know that,” she said with a moan.
Smiling a secret smile, he licked the valley between her breasts, the length of her long, graceful neck and brought his mouth over her chin and down on hers and in finding the small but lively tongue there, plied it with his own.
She was so responsive to him, sucking on his tongue in one instant, only to delve into his mouth in another.
And all the while, her body squirmed beneath his, seemingly unable to contain her excitement.
Deftly, he parted the folds of her robe, exposing more of her body to his hungry eyes. He drank in the sight of her pale, nude skin with all the fervor of a man who has been denied water for too long. He noted the small navel, the small landing strip of dark hair that adorned her most intimate of folds.
He brushed his hand from the crook of one breast, to that small navel, to the small dark hairs before bringing his mouth back to hers. With touch, rather than sight, he explored the crevice of her womanhood with his gentle fingers and was pleasantly surprised to find that she was already very moist, slick with her excitement and without a doubt ready for him.
So ready…
He pried apart the lips that he found there and located her most sensitive spot. She bucked against him for a moment, as though there had been live current running through his fingers but at the insistence of his kiss, relaxed.
With adept fingers, he explored her, caressed her, until she was whimpering her delight.
Pleading with him to give her everything he had.
Miranda could contain her noises no longer, for his gentle prodding had caused the heat of her arousal to well up about her groin, only now those nebulous waters threatened to crest and overwhelm her.
She felt as though she were swimming against current, cau
ght up in a wave of heat and physical pleasure, a wave that was indeed cresting, ready to break over her...
The coil of heat in her groin exploded suddenly, surprising her with its fury and she cried out his name.
“Brian!” Though the climax had come, he did not stop but urged her ever forward, reading the signs of her body, that she would be drawn to greater and greater heights, the spasms of delight rocking her body and her world. “Oh God, God!”
And then slowly, he stopped his manipulations of her most sensitive flesh, allowing her to come down from those dizzying, mind blowing heights.
Never, ever in her whole life had she climaxed like that...
Never with any of her boyfriends, not even with Richard.
Richard.
Indeed, he was becoming a very distant memory.
“Excuse me a moment, love – I have to get the, uh, protection.”
His weight shifted upon her and was gone.
Her eyes still closed, she reveled in the afterglow of her mind numbing orgasms, wondering where her other lovers had gone wrong in the past.
Brian had read her body like a large print book, easily discerning what was needed to drive her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
She wondered what it would be like to make love to him, with him and had a most delightful feeling that it was going to surpass any intimacy she had known before.
He was back in the room after only a few moments and she opened her eyes at his presence. In his hand was an unopened box of condoms. He had come prepared.
“You know,” he began, “You sure do look lovely, with your cheeks and chest all flushed like that, your black hair mussed about. Very sexy...”
She raked her eyes up and down his long, lean body, appreciating every inch of his six foot four frame.
Then there were the inches she was most interested in, at the moment: he may as well have been standing naked before her, for all the erection that showed through his leopard print boxer shorts.
Sitting up, she removed her robe but did not take her eyes off of him. “Why don’t you come here,” she cooed, “And I’ll see what I can do about removing those shorts of yours...”
He didn’t wait for a second invitation. With his trademark slow, feline stride he approached her and tossed the box of condoms on the bed. He stood at the ready, his hands at his sides, waiting for her to do what she had insinuated.
Marveling at the play of light and shadow across his well-toned torso, she tucked her fingers under the seam of his boxer shorts and had the fleeting impression that she was unwrapping a present.
Her fingers felt clumsy at the prospect of touching his naked flesh. He was warm, oh so very warm. She wanted that warmth inside of her... With a slow sureness that agonized him, she slid the material of his boxers down over his hips, over his arousal, tormenting him with the slowness of her pace.
Inch by glorious inch of him was revealed to her hungry eyes, until finally, the shorts were around his knees and then his feet and he stepped out of them, all of his masculinity revealed.
He was the personification of male sexuality...
“Oh, my,” she whispered, taking his impressive length and width into her hand. “There isn’t a single thing about you that isn’t big, is there?”
At her touch, Brian felt himself harden more to the ready and looking down at her, he smiled.
“I have very little patience when it comes to my appetite, love.” He sank to his knees, effectively taking himself out of her hand. She was sitting before him, on the bed, her knees slightly apart but he parted them more, a grin of mischief on his lips. “And I’m hungry for you. Very, very hungry.”
It took her a moment before she fully realized what he was about to do.
His hands sought her breast and then her flat stomach, the valley between her legs, parting sensitive folds of flesh for the tongue that delved them with such enthusiasm. She gasped and was jolted now by the feel of his tongue lapping away at her most sensitive of regions, with incredible agility and prowess.
Her hips rose and fell of their own accord and his name was on her lips: “Brian, I -”
“Yes?” He mumbled, annoyed to be called away from his labors of lust. She tasted so good to him, so sweet, of so much sex.
The scent of her was driving him wild but there was plenty of time to take his pleasures.
This, he did for her.
For himself, as well but mostly, for her.
“Oh my God.” She fell back unto the bed, exposing more of herself to him.
Hungrily, he savored her until she was gasping for air, stiffening and surrendering all at once.
Miranda was struggling to keep her senses about her, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, centered in the flesh that Brian was so expertly exploring.
She had thought that the attention of his fingers were heavenly but this – this! – was out of this world!
She was soaring at heights she had never charted before, quivering with sensation, looking into the mouth of madness, when suddenly, her world exploded and with it, what was left of her sanity.
The cries of pleasure that left her mouth could have easily woken the dead.
He was upon her in an instant, kissing her. From the edge of reality, she could taste her sex on his lips and was aroused by the discovery.
“Mmph.” She said, into his kiss.
“Pardon?”
“That was amazing.” She said, finally opening her eyes, to behold his, staring down at her with softened curiosity. “I’ve never... Not like that, at least. I’m still – I can feel it. Like aftershocks.”
“Lovely.” He said, kissing her again. “Swing your legs up on the bed.”
“I’m not sure if I can...”
“I’ll help you.” And he did. He lay next to her, eyes bright with anticipation, his arousal pressing urgently into her thigh. “You know, I’ve never had a woman scream my name so loud or for so long...”
“I did?”
“You did.” He grinned and kissed her with hunger. “You were so excited.
“So satisfied,” she sighed in contentment.
He brought his hand to the V of her thighs and caressed the sensitive folds gently. “Shall we go on?”
She swallowed her nervous anticipation.
They hadn’t even made love yet and already, he had redefined her definition of orgasm.
Numerous times, too.
“Definitely,” she answered finally, kissing him back.
“We’ll take it slow, the first time.” He smiled mischievously at her. “But after that, I can’t promise restraint.”
And by slow, he meant slow.
He began by nuzzling her neck, knowing that it pleasured her. She couldn’t believe the sensation that his nuzzling evoked – it was an incredibly trusting thing, to allow another person to suckle your neck.
Erotic was the tongue that caressed her there in small circles, while the mouth suckled with firm pressure. Her breasts ached for his touch and sensing this, his hands found her breasts, kneaded them gently as his mouth moved lower, over her shoulder, her collar bone, to her right breast.
For the second time, she knew the joy of his mouth suckling her breast. She felt that if she were to die with his mouth there, suckling her, she would die content. Sensations swirled beneath her skin, remnants of her last orgasm, reactions to his current attentions. Long, luxurious minutes passed as he sucked on each nipple, kneaded and weighed each breast with his hands. Her own hands were busy exploring every inch of him, bringing her joy from the mere feeling of him...
Endearments fell from his mouth with his kisses and she glowed as a result. He worked his way lower, to her navel and she was surprised by the tongue that dipped there, tasting flesh that she had never had tasted before.
Never had she been licked there, in her navel.
It was an odd but not pleasureless feeling...one that stirred the pool of low flames that had begun again to burn in her abdomen.
> Slowly, succulently, he worked his way back up to her mouth, kissing her softly at first but then, with greater passion.
“It’s time,” he announced softly, running his hand down the insides of her soft, creamy thighs and back up again, exciting her. The hunger in his eyes disarmed her...
She reached for the box of condoms and opened it, withdrawing one.
She tore it open and withdrew the circlet of latex that lay within. “Shall I do the honor?”
He offered her a sexy smile. “Certainly.”
With a shiver of anticipation, she lowered the sheath of rubber to his arousal and rolled it down. The condom didn’t make it all the way down.
“Uhm, I think it’s a little small...”
“It’ll stay on,” he promised, which was promise enough for her. He kissed her, hard, revealing the nature of his lust. “I’m going to love you until your voice is hoarse from cries of pleasure.”
He straddled her then and slipped his knees between hers, spreading her wide for him. “What do you have to say about that, love?”
“Bring it to me.” She challenged, aroused by the sight of him between her legs.
Using his hands to guide him to her, he rubbed himself over her mound once, twice, a third time, teasing her to distraction.
“Brian, stop teasing...”
“This is what we call foreplay, love.”
She growled deep in her throat as he did it again. “Do I have to beg?”
“No, no you don’t.” She gasped as he slid his entire length into her, filling her completely. Her hands went to the strong muscles of his back, holding him close to her.
For a long moment, they stayed frozen in time, staring deep into each others eyes. She could feel him pulsing within her; he could feel her soft, surrounding warmth.
“Better?” He asked.
“Much.” She breathed, as he drew out of her, only to thrust slowly back in, causing a premature ripple of intense pleasure to course through her.
“What was that?” He asked, clearly amused by her quivering.
“I don’t know but I’ll gladly have another...”
He answered her request by thrusting slowly in and out of her soft body. He was taut muscle, above her, within her, about her and she found comfort in his body, a comfort she had never known with anyone else. It was a primitive comfort, the kind of relief that only a man and woman could share.
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