The One (The Only One Book 1)

by Belle Ami

  If someone had asked him to choose between living this one night or the rest of his life he felt certain that he would have chosen to have this one night of loving her. He laid her down on the carpet and poured some oil on his hands. “I haven’t massaged the front of you.” His voice was hoarse with desire. He began to massage her stomach and her breasts with the oil. His powerful hands were gentle yet firm and she swooned, arcing into them. Unable to resist, he lay on top of her, needing her to feel what she had done to him.

  Through his jeans, she could feel his rock hard desire throbbing against her pubic bone. As he kissed her, their tongues mingling together, her fingers wafting through his curls, she wrapped her legs around his waist causing him to moan with need. He rolled onto his back, his breath ragged and his heart palpitating. Every part of him seized with aching for her. She straddled him and slowly as he watched, mesmerized, she undid the button on his jeans and then ever so slowly she unzipped them. She stood, and his eyes feverishly followed her as she slipped out of her jeans and then her lace panties. She stood before him naked, like the goddess Venus emerging from the sea. She pulled at his trouser legs and slipped his jeans off. His penis pressed, bent and swollen with excitement, against his briefs. Quickly she removed his shorts, and his cock jumped up stiff and engorged.

  “Wow!” she exclaimed. Every muscle in his body flexed when she ran her hand down from the sensitive tip to the base, caressing his balls.

  “Oh, God, Adelia…I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” he breathed. “When you touch me, I can hardly hold back.”

  Enjoying the power she yielded, she lay on top of him with every part of her compressed against him. She pressed her lips to his ear. “David, your cock is beautiful. I want you to make love to me. I want you as much as you want me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  It was as if she had freed him. He rolled her over. His desire for her was a pain that only she could cure. “I’m falling apart, I’ve dreamed of this for so long.” His fingers brushed across her clitoris, igniting her. Inserting his finger in her he groaned, “You’re on fire, baby, and completely wet…I have to be inside of you.”

  Her throaty response: “I’m on fire for you, David. Show me you’re on fire for me.” She threaded her fingers through his curls, pulling his mouth to hers. They melted into one another.

  He had never known another woman like her. He could take no more. Spreading her thighs apart, his cock pressed against her fountainhead, he prodded her with his staff. A cry of longing escaped her lips. He paused. She was tight and he didn’t want to hurt her. She cried out, “Keep going, David—it’s just been so long since anyone’s loved me… really… ah… it feels so good.”

  Slowly, holding his breath, inch by inch, he sank in until the walls of her core surrounded him. Steadily, he opened her until she had taken all of him deep inside.

  “Oh,” she sighed. “No one has loved me in… I didn’t know if I could—” She bit her lips barely breathing as she held herself still so she could feel every delicious movement from him.

  He was on his elbows watching every nuance that crossed her face as he slowly rocked her with deep, penetrating thrusts. With each thrust he took possession of her. He breathed, “I want you to feel my love fill you, baby…I’ve waited so long for this.”

  “David, your hard cock feels so good inside me…” Her words and breath were stolen from her by a particularly penetrating plunge that her sexy words elicited.

  He kissed her as he continued to rock their bodies with a steady rhythm.

  She could feel each time he sank within her the friction on her vaginal lips and her clitoris bursting with stimulation. She wrapped her legs around his waist; he moaned as she drew him deeper within her. She could feel herself begin to climb to the top of the mountain. Seeing her pupils dilate and hearing her moans of pleasure, he increased his rhythm. Watching her cum for him, and feeling her passion rain upon him, was dizzying.

  “Oh, yes, yes…” She dug her fingers into his back, which was slick from his efforts. In ecstasy she launched across the sky like a shooting star, her vagina clenching in spasms of delight; he fucked her faster and deeper, increasing her tremors. Every part of her body arched into him as she shuddered uncontrollably in climax. When her tremors ceased, she relaxed in complete satiation.

  It took all of his control not to cum with her, but he wanted it to go on as long as he could. Seeing her pleasured from what he was doing to her made him love her more. His lips sought hers and his tongue reached deep inside her, his cock driving emphatically into her, searching for his own release. He felt her reignite—she could barely catch her breath as she began to respond, her back bowing as she met his thrusts, her pelvis rising. His hands curved around her ass, holding her as he dove deeper.

  “Oh, Adelia,” he moaned. “Cum with me, baby.” Now, his need for her was insistent, it inflamed her. She could feel the heat of him buried within her womb. She cried out as her orgasm took hold of her, “Oh, David…now…now.”

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned and stiffened as his ejaculation exploded within her, mingling with her gush of sweet honey. He buried his lips in her neck, collapsing into her, undulating with release as he spilled his semen into her.

  They lay together in bliss satiated, listening to the wood crackle and hiss as it turned to embers in the hearth.

  In the morning, she woke with a start, her heart beating in panic. The same old nightmare of being pursued and running without direction had intruded, startling her from sleep. David slept with his arms wrapped securely around her, his slumber tranquil and pure as an innocent child. She turned toward him, observing his dark curled eyelashes and the stubble that had appeared overnight on his face. His peaceful repose calmed her and she smiled, remembering the passion of last night. Definitely no regrets, she admitted to herself. Carefully, she eased out of his arms, dreaming of a hot shower.

  As she dressed in riding clothes, she could smell the aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs. She followed the scent to the kitchen and found David humming to himself as he cooked. Looking up, he said, “I hope you don’t mind. I’m starving so I made us breakfast. Come and sit down.”

  “It smells great.” She sat and spread a napkin over her lap. “Thanks for the massage last night, it really helped.”

  His eyes twinkled. “Yeah, I can’t wait to give you another one.” He brought two plates piled with eggs and bacon, and set one before her. They began to eat as he watched her, waiting for some mention of what had transpired between them.

  She was ravenous and ignoring his blatant stare, she began to eat. “Yum,” was all she managed between bites.

  He shrugged, smiling, and dove into his food.

  Once they were done, she gathered the plates and took them to the sink with the rest of the dishes from last night. As she rinsed them, she felt his arms encircle her and his lips on her neck. He whispered, “Adelia, I think it’s time that we talk—about us.”

  She turned in his arms, facing him. His closeness disconcerted her, and when he bent to kiss her lips, her body responded of its own accord. She knew if he continued to kiss her like this it would end with her pulling him into the bedroom. When they finally came up for air, she broke from his arms and put a few feet between them.

  “David, you’re right, we do need to talk, but I think I should go first.”

  He smiled and nodded. “Ladies first.”

  “Last night was…well, it was wonderful, just what the doctor ordered. You know how much your friendship means to me. I wouldn’t have my children if it wasn’t for you. You’ve been right all along. Nothing about the murder investigation will ever bring me peace. But, as much as it tears me up, this search for the truth, I know—my parents—the car crash—it was no accident. Deep in my heart, I know it. If it wasn’t Miles, then who? David, we still have a case to solve. It’s all so overwhelming. I’m just not ready for a relation
ship. I was so burned by my marriage to Miles—I trusted him with my heart and soul. I’m not ready to trust even you with that.” Her eyes beseeched him to understand.

  David could feel his gut constrict, “What are you saying, Adelia? You want us to pretend that last night never happened? Is that what you want?”

  “No, David, what I want is for us to enjoy each other—when it happens it, no commitments.”

  “Ah, I see. You want a friend with benefits. Someone to satisfy your needs with no strings attached.”

  “David, it’s not like that and you know it.”

  “Wrong, Adelia. What I know is that I am in love with you. I can’t do this. You and I have two entirely different visions of what happened between us last night. I saw it as the beginning of something and you saw it…I don’t know what you saw it as.” He stormed through the door, slamming it behind him.

  She ran after him, opening the door and calling, “David, please don’t leave like this?”

  He opened his car door and turned to her, his eyes burning with fury. “Be sure to call me, Mrs. Bremen, next time you’re in town. I’ll be happy to offer my stud services, or maybe you can hire me to just service you. It would be my pleasure.”

  She stood helpless, her eyes brimmed with tears; his words scalded her. The wheels of his Dodge Charger spun and kicked up the gravel as he tore down the access road in a cloud of dust.