by Desiree Holt
Taylor felt the streaks of desire race from her womb throughout her body and all the little pulses begin to throb. She thrust her hips at him, urging him to suck harder and deeper but he lifted his head instead and moved up on her body.
“Such pretty nipples,” he whispered, taking them between thumb and forefinger and rubbing them gently. “They’re like ripe berries, just there for the eating.” He captured one with his lips, teasing the tip with his tongue before swirling around every inch of it and drawing it deeper into his mouth. As he suckled on the one, his fingers were busy tormenting the other one, pinching and tugging and squeezing until Taylor was sure she would come just from his attention to her breasts.
When he had teased one puffy nipple until it was thoroughly swollen he turned his mouth to the other, giving it the same treatment.
Taylor gripped his arms and pressed her open pussy to his chest, silently pleading for his mouth again but he was relentless in his attention to her nipples.
“Please,” she begged, rubbing her naked cunt against the crisp hairs on his chest.
“Please what?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
“Please fuck me, Noah. Please let me feel your mouth on me again, feel your fingers inside me.”
He sat back on his heels and draped her legs over his thighs. With great care he opened her pussy so he could see it all—the inner and outer lips, the glistening hole just begging for his cock, the juices running down into the cleft of her buttocks. When he slid one finger inside her she bucked at the touch. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. With a sensual grin he slipped one then two more fingers inside her and began to stroke them in and out, curling them to rasp the sensitive flesh.
When he lifted her hips higher his fingers penetrated deeper and the pulsating picked up in intensity. She began riding his hand, feeling the spasms begin slowly in her womb. He moved his hand so one finger could scrape gently against the area between her vagina and her anus. The streaks of electricity jolted her body and she felt her body release another flood of cream.
“You’re so ready to come for me, aren’t you.”
She nodded, unable to speak, only wanting to reach that elusive peak dancing just beyond her reach.
“Then come. Now.”
He moved his hand slightly and jammed his pinkie into the tight ring of her anus.
Her orgasm exploded over her and her body jerked and convulsed. Her vaginal walls gripped his fingers, her ass pushed against the intrusion and she poured into his hand, a long, undulating wail escaping from her throat. He wouldn’t let her come down, using this other hand to massage and tug at her clit, taking her over the edge of one cliff to another.
She thrashed and her hands gripped the sheet, her hips still pushing, pushing, pushing.
At last he removed his hand but the aftershocks still claimed her. She felt the walls of her pussy rippling with need.
He started to move away from her and she gripped his arms with a fierceness she didn’t know she had.
“No.”
“Taylor, I have to get a condom. If I don’t get inside you in the next thirty seconds I’m going to come all over your body and that’s not what I want.”
She was drawing in great gulps of air, trying to find her voice. “Are… Are you clean?”
He frowned for a moment, trying to decipher what she meant. Then he nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone but you in months and I get tested regularly.” He grimaced. “When you play in as many playpens as I do, it’s a necessity.”
“I am too. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you in three years. Please. I don’t want anything between us. I need to feel your naked cock inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
I’m sure, I’m sure. Hurry up.
“Yes. Just hurry.”
She had no more time to think because with a powerful thrust he was inside her, filling every inch of her quivering vagina. He held himself motionless for a moment, pinning her with his eyes.
“Say it, Taylor. I need to hear you say it and know you mean it.”
“I love you, Noah. I truly love you. Please, please, please fuck me. Now.”
And the last wall cracked and fell. “I love you too. God help us both.”
Then he was moving, stroking in and out, leaning forward so he could capture one nipple in his teeth, pushing them both toward fulfillment. She moved with him in a rhythm so natural she wondered why he ever doubted it. Her ankles locked at the base of his spine, pulling him tighter, holding him inside her, hips thrusting to meet every motion of his.
She wanted him to hurry, the need to come with him so great it was consuming her but he wasn’t to be rushed. He bit and nipped at her nipples and the soft skin of her breasts, then moved one hand down between them to capture her clit, rubbing the tip maddeningly as her body clenched and pulled inside her, demanding release.
Just at the moment she was sure she’d lose her mind he shoved two fingers into the hot darkness of her ass and she came. She felt his release at the same time, his seed splashing against her womb and she screamed his name.
“Noah!”
Endless spasms gripped them both until he collapsed on top of her, his sweat-slicked skin pressing into hers, his breath fanning her cheek. She wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life, afraid if she let go the whole thing would be a dream and vanish like a cloud.
At last he rolled to the side, taking her with him, his cock still inside her. She could feel his heart pounding against her in rhythm with her own. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then her cheeks, her nose, even her chin.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he said. “Do with you. God, Taylor, I’ve been out of my mind with wanting you.”
She swallowed back the tears of relief that clogged her throat. “I know you’ll still feel the pain of Teresa’s betrayal and the loss of the child for a long time. But we’ll make our own babies and build a good life together.”
For an instant his voice hardened. “And what of the people who work for you, socialize with you, see you as Taylor Scott, Arroyo’s CEO.”
“Actually, I’m hoping to change it soon to Taylor Cantrell,” she teased. “And anyone who’s foolish enough to disdain you won’t be around for very long.” She ran her fingers through the black silk of his hair. “I can’t do this without you, Noah. We do it together or not at all. Let it go, Noah. It’s time.”
“I’ve lived with this a long time,” he said.
“Long enough to get past it now.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
She swatted at his arm. “If you ask me once more I’ll shoot you instead of marrying you.
“I’m not an easy ride,” he warned.
“Good,” she laughed. “Because easy rides aren’t worth taking.”
“And I won’t be Mr. Taylor Scott,” he warned.
She smiled at him. “I don’t think there’s anyone who will ever doubt just who’s in charge in this relationship. So how soon can I convince you to marry me? I won’t take a chance on having you walk away again.”
“If you’re absolutely sure, how about this weekend? We just have to arrange to get the blood tests and a license.”
“And some clothes. I came here with nothing.”
“Excellent.” He held her tighter. “I plan to keep you naked for the next day or two. Maybe then I’ll let you out of bed.”
She laughed with the joy of it and felt him hardening inside her again. She looked into his eyes and knew for both of them, this was right. This was good. This was perfect.
This was home.
About the Author
I always wonder what readers really want to know when I write one of these things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting journey. I've managed rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only female on the sports staff of a university newspaper. Immersed myself in Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived in five different states. Married
two very interesting but totally different men.
I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because the minute I set foot on Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill Country gives me inspiration for more stories than I’ll probably ever be able to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who surround me and the gorgeous scenery that provides a great setting.
Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to life on the pages of my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive about it when I’m writing and thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such a terrific husband who encourages my writing and puts up with my obsession. As a multi-published author, I love to hear from my readers. Their input keeps my mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.
Desiree welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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