Smokin' Hot

by Lynn LaFleur

A groan formed in his throat. She ran her hands into his hair, held his head while she took control of their kiss. Her tongue swiped across his lips before darting into his mouth. Their tongues met, danced together, before she withdrew. Tilting her head the other direction, she gave him another kiss that caused him to stop thinking and simply absorb all the sensations of their mouths touching.

  Stephen laid his hands on her thighs on top of her dress. He longed to feel the bare skin of her legs, yet knew if he touched them he wouldn’t stop until he stripped her naked.

  “Make love to me, Stephen,” she whispered against his lips.

  Her husky plea traveled straight to his cock, making it surge in his briefs. How easy it would be to unfasten her dress so he could get to her flesh with his hands and mouth. If he did that, going slow would be impossible. Pleasing Julia meant everything to him. He wanted her to be so sated, she wouldn’t be able to move even a finger for the rest of the night.

  He clasped her wrists, tugged her hands out of his hair. “Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you?”

  Her eyes burned with desire. “I want that, too.”

  He kissed each of her palms. “Let me give you pleasure first.”

  A soft whimper flowed past her lips. “Only if I can do the same for you.”

  Stephen thought of her hands coasting over his body, followed by her lips. Pushing the erotic images from his brain, he released her hands and stood. “Lie down.”

  Once she did as he said, Stephen toed off his shoes and reclined beside her. Julia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her for another kiss. Stephen slid one leg between both of hers. His action caused her dress to slide upward, giving him a clear path to glide his hand up her smooth leg to mid-thigh. He wanted to keep going, to touch the warm, silky place between her thighs, but ignored his desire to concentrate on hers.

  Although from the way she tugged at the back of his shirt, he could change his mind in a hurry.

  “Off, please.” She nipped the side of his neck. “I want to touch you.”

  Stephen had to taste her mouth once more before he moved away from her. Rising to his knees, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Julia propped up on one elbow. As he loosened each button, her hand followed his path. When he released the last button, she spread the lapels wide and watched her hand as it traveled over his chest. He hissed when her fingertips skated over his nipple.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, caressing his nipple again.

  “Yeah.” His voice came out sounding rough, guttural. He swallowed.

  Her fingers drifted to his stomach, circled his navel twice before venturing along his fly. Stephen spread his knees farther apart so she could touch him however she wanted to. Her fingertips outlined his cock, grazed his tight balls. When she made the journey a second time, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

  “Time for you to take off something.”

  She gave his balls one more gentle squeeze before she rose to her knees in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, she unfastened the button at her waist. The left side of her dress fell away from her body. Stephen clenched his fists at his sides to keep from helping her. She released a second button on the other side of her waist, letting the right side part to expose the center of her body. Instead of letting the dress slide away, she pushed off his shirt. It fell to the bed behind him.

  “You didn’t specify what I should remove.”

  “No, I didn’t.” Stephen pushed back the sides of her dress so he could see more of her. A lacy bra a shade lighter than her skin barely held her lush breasts. Panties in the same shade rode high on her hips and skimmed her stomach beneath her navel. He laid his hands on her waist, ran them up and down her sides. “Take off your dress.”

  She held his gaze as she followed his order. She now wore nothing but the sexy bits of lingerie. Although beautiful, it had to go, too. He motioned toward her breasts. “Bra off, too.”

  She obeyed him without hesitation. Her bra joined her dress on the bed.

  “Damn,” he breathed.

  Large, round, with big pink nipples made for him to suck. Stephen’s mouth watered with the need to do exactly that. Unable to resist the lure of her succulent flesh, he cradled both breasts in his palms. Julia inhaled sharply. Her eyes slid closed, her head fell back.

  “Do you like this?” he asked as he kneaded her breasts.

  “Yesssss.”

  Stephen lifted both her breasts, leaned over, and pulled one nipple between his lips. Julia arched her back and moaned softly. That sound of pleasure urged him to suckle harder. He moved from one tip to the other, treating each to his tongue, his teeth, his lips.

  Julia buried her hands in his hair again. “That feels so good, Stephen. More.”

  Only too happy to do as she requested, Stephen alternated between sucking on her nipples and licking around the pebbled areolae. The sucking and slurping sounds he made, along with his and Julia’s heavy breathing, filled the room. She gripped his hair in both fists, apparently unwilling to let him stop his worship of her breasts.

  He had no intention of stopping something he enjoyed so much.

  Julia’s breathing became more erratic, choppy. Her hold on his hair became almost painful, but Stephen accepted the discomfort and suckled harder. Suddenly she gasped. Her body trembled before she sagged against him. He had the feeling she would’ve melted to the bed if he hadn’t slipped an arm around her waist to hold her upright. Surely she hadn’t …

  “Did you come?” he asked.

  “Mmm, yes.” She lifted her head from his shoulder, gave him a sleepy-eyed smile. “My breasts are very sensitive.”

  His cock jerked at her declaration. He loved a woman’s breasts. Knowing Julia could come from his sucking made him even more eager to spend a lot of time paying attention to them. He squeezed the firm globes while rasping his thumbs over the tips. “So what other ways can you come?”

  Her smile turned mischievous. “Maybe you’ll have to experiment and find out. But first …” She unfastened his belt. “I need to do some exploring.”

  He didn’t stop her before she unbuttoned his pants, but did catch her hands before she lowered the zipper. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “Why did you stop me?”

  “Because if you touch my cock, it’ll go off in your hand.”

  Her smile returned, even more mischievous and wicked. “Maybe I’d like that.”

  “I’m not nearly done playing with you yet.” He reluctantly released her breasts. “Lie down again.”

  “Only if you take off your clothes. All of them.”

  If his lady wanted him naked, he’d get that way in a hurry. Climbing off the bed, he finished unfastening his pants and let them fall to his feet. Julia lay back as he tugged them over his feet, along with his socks. Clad in only his briefs, he dug the two condoms from his pants pocket that he’d brought in hopes he’d need them. After placing them on the nightstand, he removed the last item covering his body.

  Julia’s soft moan proved she liked what she saw.

  Stephen wrapped his hand around his dick and gave it a couple of slow pumps. Julia’s lips parted as her gaze snapped to his hand. She shifted her hips on the bed, as if her pussy felt empty and desperately needed something to fill it.

  He had the perfect “something” in his hand.

  “Take off your panties.”

  Julia lifted her ass, slid the panties past her hips, her thighs, and down her legs. She tossed them to the floor. Stephen’s gaze wandered to the blond tuft of hair covering her mound. She didn’t shave or wax her pussy. He liked that. He enjoyed running his fingers through the soft hair on a woman’s cunt.

  He enjoyed running his tongue along her slit even more.

  Stephen climbed on the bed and crawled to Julia on his hands and knees. He straddled her body, stared down at the perfection beneath him. He couldn’t clearly see her eyes in the dim light from the desk’s lamp, but he could hear her heavier breathing, feel the touch of h
er hands on his arms, smell the flowery cologne she wore. “You’re beautiful, Julia,” he said, looking into her eyes.

  He lowered his head so he could kiss her. The bite of her fingernails into his shoulders caused his cock to surge and his balls to draw up closer to his groin. Every hormone in his body screamed at him to take her.

  Ignoring his own body’s needs, Stephen concentrated on Julia’s pleasure. He kissed her again, then began the leisurely journey down her body. He nibbled the pounding pulse in her neck, stroked his tongue across her collarbone. He dropped kisses down the center of her chest until he came to her breasts. Each nipple received a swipe with his tongue, a long suckle with his lips.

  Julia arched her back, gripped his shoulders tighter. Those two actions, plus the way she writhed on the bed, gave him the encouragement to continue. More kisses fell on her soft skin as he moved farther down her body. He circled her navel with the tip of his tongue, gave her one long lick from the small indentation to the top of her pubic hair.

  “Stephen,” she rasped in a husky tone.

  He lifted his eyes so he could see her face, but didn’t stop licking or kissing her. This close to her pussy, he could smell the musky scent of her desire. He nipped the top of each thigh. “What?”

  “I need you inside me.”

  His dick liked that idea, but he knew he’d come way too quickly if he entered her now. “In a little bit.”

  “No, now.”

  Ah, a tigress lurked inside his lady. He liked that, too. Gently, he pushed on the inside of her thighs until she spread her legs wider apart. “I think you need to come again first.”

  Although Julia left the natural bush on her mound, Stephen discovered smooth, hairless skin below her clit. He caressed the swollen labia and wet folds with his thumb, causing Julia to moan loudly.

  Needing to be closer to that pretty pussy, Stephen stretched out on his stomach and placed her legs on his shoulders. They fell farther apart, giving him a better whiff of the delicious aroma of her cunt.

  He had to taste her.

  Spreading her labia with his thumbs, Stephen licked the entire length of her slit from anus to clit. Julia’s body jerked and she moaned again. “Mmm, yes.”

  Her obvious pleasure along with his desire to taste her again spurred him to repeat his action. He gave her a few more long, slow swipes with his tongue before he settled in to feast.

  Stephen decided he could easily become addicted to her sweet, salty taste. And her scent. And the sexy little sounds coming from her throat that she probably didn’t realize she made.

  Stephen concentrated on her clit while he pushed a finger into her channel. Her internal walls surrounded the digit in hot silk. He pressed up in search of her G-spot. Her sharp gasp signaled when he found it. Adding a second finger, he palpated the sensitive area while his tongue flashed over her clit again and again.

  “God, Stephen, I’m going to come.”

  Oh, yeah, that’s what he wanted. He wanted the walls of her pussy to clamp around his fingers as the pleasure flowed through her body. Mere seconds passed before she started to tremble. Stephen pushed his fingers as far into her as he could, and smiled to himself when he felt the pulsing deep inside.

  Stephen gave her clit one more gentle lick before he rose to his knees. He kept his fingers in her pussy, wanting the intimate connection between them. Julia’s chest heaved from her heavy breathing. Perspiration dotted her skin. He laid his other hand over her heart and felt it pounding. “You okay?” he asked.

  “No.” She opened her eyes barely a slit. “You killed me.”

  Her words stroked his ego. He loved that he’d made her come so strongly. “Does that mean you’re through for the night?”

  She lifted her head from the pillow, pointedly looked at his hard cock jutting out from his groin. “You obviously aren’t done.”

  “No, but if you’re too tired, I can just … you know.”

  Heat filled her eyes when her gaze met his again. “I think I’d like watching you … you know.”

  “Would you?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. The thought of her watching him get himself off sent a fresh wave of desire through his veins.

  “Yes.” Rising to one elbow, she held out her hand to him. “But not now. Now, I want you inside me.”

  6

  She tasted herself on his lips when she kissed him. Julia tugged on his hand until he reclined on the bed beside her. With a gentle push to his chest, he rolled to his back and she loomed over him. His body lay before her and she very much wanted to devour it.

  The need to have his cock pounding into her pussy overwhelmed her. In two seconds, she could straddle his hips and take him inside her body where he should be. But Stephen had taken his time driving up her desire, so she wanted to do the same for him.

  She kissed his mouth again as she slowly ran her hand over the smooth skin and firm muscles of his chest and stomach. She dipped down to caress his cock and balls, but then moved her hand back up his body. His hands also remained busy, one traveling up and down her back and ass, one cradling her breast and thumbing her nipple. Despite two shattering orgasms, each pass over the hard tip sent a zing to her clit.

  Remembering how he’d reacted the first time she’d touched his nipple, Julia slid down until her mouth hovered over the small brown peak. Her movement caused him to release her breast and cradle her nape instead. He didn’t guide her head, but held her neck while he caressed the sensitive spot behind her ear with his thumb.

  Julia touched his nipple with the tip of her tongue. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt him slowly exhale. She circled the peak several times, laved it with the flat of her tongue. “You’re sensitive here, too.”

  “Yeah.”

  His voice came out as a choked whisper. Julia switched to his other nipple, giving it the same loving attention as the first. His hand tightened on her nape while he lifted his hips. He didn’t say the words, but his actions told her he wanted her mouth on another part of his anatomy.

  Stephen sucked in a quick breath when she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pulled it straight up, and squeezed. “You’re big,” she whispered. Her hand milked him once, twice. “And so hard.” She inched farther down his body, blew on the weeping slit in the center of his crown before gathering the liquid with her tongue. Needing more of his essence, she squeezed his shaft again and lapped up the salty pre-cum that formed on the tip. “And you taste so good.”

  His hand tightened on her head. “God, Julia, you’re killing me.” He slipped his hands beneath her chin and gently pulled her mouth away from him. “I’ve got to get inside you.”

  “Not yet. I’m not through.”

  He barked out a laugh. “I’ll be through if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

  She licked all the way around the crown. “Are you telling me you’re only good for once a night?”

  His eyebrows lowered, his eyes narrowed in a scowl. “Hardly.”

  Julia pressed her lips together to keep from grinning. She’d hit him right in the ego. “Then let me play.”

  Frustration and lust crossed his face. Julia had a feeling the lust would win out. She made sure by licking around the crown again, then opening her mouth over it and sucking.

  “Jesus!”

  Stephen’s hips jerked. His action pushed half of his shaft into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, Julia took as much of him as she could before moving her lips back to the head. She thoroughly laved the tip, the sensitive area beneath it, and ran her tongue down the heavy veins. By the time she’d licked over every part of his balls, Stephen’s breathing sounded as if he’d just completed a marathon.

  He touched the top of her head. “Let me inside you. Please.”

  Julia slithered back up his body, making sure to rub her breasts across his chest while she kissed him. Stephen gripped her butt, ground his cock against her mound.

  “Now,” he growled. “Ride me now.”

  Julia reached over to the
nightstand, grabbed one of the condom packets. She sat on his thighs while she opened it and slid the latex down his hard length. Holding the base, she raised her hips, then slowly impaled herself.

  She didn’t know who moaned louder—her or Stephen. Julia closed her eyes and leaned her head back to better savor the sensation of fullness. She dug her fingers into his abs, clenched her internal muscles to grip his cock. Stephen arched his hips, driving his shaft even farther inside her.

  “Mmmm.” Opening her eyes, she looked into his heat-filled ones. “Feels good.”

  “Yeah.”

  She loved the guttural sound of his voice, a sure sign that he felt desire as strongly as she. Bracing her hands on his firm chest, she lifted her hips until his cock almost slipped out of her, then lowered them again.

  “That’s the way, darlin’,” he murmured. “Ride me.”

  The sweet endearment pleased her, even though she had no idea if Stephen knew he’d used it. With his help in guiding her, Julia soon established a rhythm with him. She moved slowly at first, but picked up speed as her lust grew stronger. Stephen clasped her hips firmer, pumped into her faster. The aroma of sex strengthened with every thrust.

  Stephen released one of her hips, slid his thumb between her legs to caress her clit. “Come for me again.”

  The extra stimulation to her clit along with his sexy command sent her over the edge. Julia grabbed her breasts as every nerve in her body caught fire. She bucked on Stephen’s cock, milked it with the walls of her pussy as he kept fucking her.

  “You are so hot,” he said in the tone that turned more raspy with each word. “Yeah. Yeah!”

  He looked gorgeous with his head thrown back and his muscles taut as pleasure swept through his body. Julia tried to remain upright, to keep watching him, but the third orgasm drained her. She wilted on top of him.

  Their combined breathing sounded loud in the quiet room. Julia snuggled her head beneath his chin, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His softening shaft remained in her pussy.

  Time passed while she tried to recuperate. Stephen caressed her hip, the only movement he made. She began to wonder if he would fall asleep when he kissed the top of her head.