Passionate Premiere

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

  Guy swiped a hand across his brow. “Whew! You had me nervous for a minute, woman.”

  Laughing, Dahlia leaned back and closed her eyes, wiggling her toes beneath his palms. Guy resumed his massage, determined to ease every ounce of tension from her body. Dahlia reveled in the sensations.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.

  Guy chuckled under his breath as he continued his ministrations, his attention focused on each individual toe, then the arch, the instep, the sole, the heel. He was slow and methodic, his touch outrageously delicious as currents of pleasure shot from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.

  The sensuous feeling was suddenly distracting, and Dahlia opened her eyes to stare at him, trembling from the arousal he was inciting. She felt herself tremble with pleasure.

  “We should go eat,” she said, pulling her limbs from his touch. “You are probably burning my spaghetti.”

  Guy bristled slightly. “Why do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Pull away from me when it starts to feel good to you. Why don’t you like me to touch you, Dahlia?”

  Dahlia took a deep breath. “Because when you touch me, Guy, it feels too, too good. Too good to be right for anyone,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “It’s supposed to feel good, Dahlia. It should feel so good that all you want is more.”

  “More isn’t always a good idea.”

  “Says you.” Guy shifted her legs back to the floor as he moved his body closer to hers. He wrapped his arms around her torso. “I think more is definitely a good idea.” He nuzzled his face into her neck. He murmured his words against her skin. “I want more, Dahlia. I want more of you. But you have to want it, too.”

  Dahlia closed her eyes as she leaned into the path of the damp kisses he trailed across her jawline. He paused to suckle the spot beneath her chin. So lost in the sensations, Dahlia stuttered, her thoughts a mush of incoherent words. “I...don’t... I...never... We...shouldn’t...”

  Guy moved from her neck to her lips and kissed her hungrily, the weight of his body pushing her back against the sofa as he eased his body above hers. He stalled her words as he kissed her mouth, his tongue eagerly searching for her consent.

  Without giving it a thought, Dahlia wrapped her arms around his waist, clasping her hands together at the curve of his buttocks. She felt her legs fall open and Guy drop himself between them. She felt the rigidness of his erection pressing through her clothes, resting just below her stomach; the resulting sensations swept like a firestorm through her.

  Dahlia muttered again, her palms against his broad chest. “Guy...I...” she started, but then she was too breathless to even think straight. She suddenly didn’t want to resist anymore; her wanting Guy was consuming. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and pulled him closer.

  Guy continued to kiss her mouth, his tongue eagerly searching hers. Nothing about her body had been in agreement with the words coming from her mouth. Everything about Dahlia’s body language was saying that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he wanted her, so much so that he imagined that if she told him no, he would explode from the frustration.

  But he knew that if she did resist, and if she did tell him no, he would readily comply. Their being together wouldn’t mean anything if Dahlia didn’t want it as much as he did. He also knew that it would take every ounce of fortitude within him if it became necessary to stop.

  As she curved her body against his, his blood surged, and Dahlia seemed to follow where he intended to lead her. His hands glided with ease across her lower back and onto her bottom; she didn’t resist her legs wrapping around his waist. She purred softly, the sound like a sweet melody to his ears. He moaned in response, whispering her name into her hair. He suddenly needed to be free of his clothes, and hers. All he was focused on was wanting to bring Dahlia nothing but pleasure.

  Chapter 14

  Moving to his feet, Guy slowly pulled his black silk T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His hands grazed his broad chest and her eyes followed as he slid them to his waistband. In an impromptu striptease, he undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper, all the while gyrating his hips in a slow, erotic rotation. As he stepped out of his leather loafers, his eyes were locked on Dahlia, who was eyeing him feverishly. She gasped loudly as he pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of the garments as he kicked them aside, standing naked before her. Dahlia’s eyes widened in wonder. Her gaze skated over the lines of his tight chest and stomach muscles, down to the rigid, well-proportioned length of manhood that was pointed straight in her direction.

  Having never seen a man so up close and personal before, Dahlia’s eyes took in his entire body. Then her stare locked on the length and fullness of the dark chocolate marvel. Everything about the man was intoxicatingly beautiful and unnerving. A wry smile filled Guy’s face as his hand clamped between his legs. He met her intense stare as he boldly stroked himself.

  Her breath catching in her chest, Dahlia’s face flushed a deep, dark shade of crimson red. Overwhelmed, she suddenly bolted from her seat, almost racing to the office door. Guy quickly called after her in surprise.

  “Dahlia, baby, what’s wrong?”

  Pausing in the entranceway Dahlia bit down against her bottom lip. Her knees were shaking so much that she couldn’t grasp how she was still able to stand. Her eyes misted with salty tears. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” she said, turning abruptly.

  With his hands on his hips Guy stared after her curiously. He sensed that something about the moment was off-kilter and it shouldn’t have been. Maybe Dahlia wasn’t feeling him the same way he was feeling her. He couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d misread her cues. Taking a deep breath, he cupped his palm between his legs, stalling the wave of heat that had washed over his loins. He reached for his pants, lifting them from the floor. Just as he moved to step back into them he heard Dahlia calling his name. Calling him to her. He took another deep breath.

  “Guy? Are you coming?” Dahlia called again.

  Then, Guy reconsidered, maybe he had read her cues just right. Tossing his pants back to the floor, he exited the space, racing to catch up with the woman, his naked frame eager for her attention.

  Inside her bedroom Dahlia stood in front of a large, ornate mirror with a lavish gold frame. She stared at her reflection, her hands clutching her shirt beneath her chin. The room was large, beautifully decorated and dimly lit.

  Moving behind her, Guy dropped his palms to her shoulders, then moved them down her sides. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head as he wrapped her in a deep embrace, pulling her against his chest.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, concern flooding his tone. “I mean...if you don’t want this...” He paused.

  The edges of Dahlia’s mouth eased into a slight smile. “I’m just nervous,” she whispered. “Doesn’t the first time with someone make you nervous?”

  “I’m excited,” he said softly. “I’m excited for us to be intimate with each other. I’m excited about wanting to make love to you.”

  Dahlia’s smiled widened slightly. She closed her eyes in an attempt to halt the wave of anxiety that was threatening to consume her. As she did Guy blew kisses against her neck and shoulders. She opened her eyes to stare at the reflection of the two of them together.

  “Put your arms up,” he said softly, meeting her gaze in the reflection.

  After taking another deep breath, Dahlia did as she was told. Guy reached around her and undid the loose knot that held her top in place. He guided it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Moving closer against her, he put his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her stomach. He continued to eye her in the mirror as he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

  “You are so beautiful,” h
e said softly. “I’m going to take all your clothes off. I want to see you nude.”

  Dahlia nodded, still staring at him in the mirror.

  Guy slid his hands up her stomach and under her bra cups. Then he pulled it up and over her head instead of unsnapping it from behind. He smiled as he watched her watching him. His fingers found her nipples, and she watched him play with her, rubbing his palms against the lush tissue, then pinching and rolling the nubs between his fingers. He traced his nails lightly around her breasts.

  “These are gorgeous,” he whispered as he grasped two handfuls firmly in both palms, juggling them like melons being weighed. It made Dahlia smile, and Guy smiled with her.

  Dahlia could feel her excitement rising, dampness beginning to puddle between her legs. Guy nibbled the back of her neck, kissing her shoulders as he continued to play with her nipples.

  “My girl likes this, doesn’t she?” he whispered, his breathy tone searing.

  Dahlia moaned. “Yes... Oh, yes,” she said, her head falling back against his chest, her eyes open wide.

  “Will you do anything I ask, Dahlia? Will you?”

  Dahlia moaned again. “Yes...anything...”

  Guy moved around in front of her, his hands never leaving her body. He pulled her tight against him, her bare breasts kissing his chest. He leaned in to kiss her, his hands sliding to the back of her head, and he pulled her into him. The kiss was soft and gentle, increasing in urgency. Dahlia wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as she pushed her tongue past his lips. She kissed him intensely, her hands dropping to the curve of his buttocks.

  Guy suddenly swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms. He moved to the bed, snatching the bedclothes away with one hand before lowering her to the sheet-covered mattress. Standing above her, he pulled at her shorts, then her bikini-cut panties, pulling them both down to her ankles and off with ease. Seeing her lying splayed before him, Guy couldn’t imagine himself loving any other woman as much as he knew that he loved Dahlia. His heartbeat quickened, beating like a steel drum in his chest. His manhood throbbed, protruding from his body with a need that was indomitable. It was almost too much for Guy to bear. He fought to keep himself from exploding.

  More exposed than ever before, Dahlia couldn’t begin to imagine the pleasure getting any better. Everything about Guy’s touch had her convulsing. No man had ever gotten her to the point of no return, and she sensed that Guy was about to take her right over the edge.

  Hovering over her, he kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, harder, the passion rising with a vengeance between them. Guy pressed his tongue against her lips and they parted slowly, welcoming him in. He felt himself throb at the sensation.

  Dahlia clasped her hands around his bottom and pulled him hard against her. He felt the bump of her mound pressing against him. He felt himself harden even more, the sweetness of it almost painful.

  Guy slowly kissed his way down to her neck. He continued a slow crawl down her body, his lips pressing damp kisses over her breasts, across the tight abdominal muscles, pausing to lick the core of her belly button. Dahlia’s body tensed slightly at the prospect of where his leisurely stroll was about to take him. She pressed her knees tightly together, stalling the wave of heat that felt like a volcanic eruption between her thighs. Guy gripped her by the hips and pulled her toward him until her center was inches from his face.

  He smiled up at her, winking an eye. “Don’t look so nervous. This is my favorite part!”

  Dahlia gasped loudly, words catching deep in her throat. She could only imagine the expression on her face, picturing herself looking like a deer caught in headlights.

  Guy slid his hand down and back up the sides of her legs, his fingers tickling the backs of her knees. His hands caressed her bare behind, and then he pressed his mouth against her slit, kissing her intimately. Dahlia felt as if she’d stopped breathing; the sensations were so intense. Her hands dropped against the back of his head as he nibbled her labia, flicked his tongue against her clit and pressed his tongue deeply into her. Dahlia could feel how wet she was, moisture dripping from her center. Never before had she felt anything so consuming. Not one of her favorite romance novels had prepared her for the intense sensations sweeping through her body.

  Pushing and pulling at her legs, Guy licked and tongued her, murmuring and whispering sweet, dirty things against her secret box. Every time Dahlia felt herself about to explode he stopped, his gaze lifting to meet hers. She had never been so turned on. It was too much, and when Dahlia felt herself completely at the edge, ready to free-fall into ecstasy, Guy pressed his hand firmly against her core, somehow stopping her orgasm.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded as her hips moved involuntarily, lifting to meet his palm. He stood up and reached for a condom he’d placed on the nightstand. After tearing at the wrapper with his teeth, he sheathed himself quickly.

  Dahlia bit down against her bottom lip, staring at him intently. With her legs spread so unabashedly, she suddenly felt vulnerable and began to slowly close her knees.

  Guy shook his head, both of his hands pressing against the insides of her thighs. “I said don’t move. I want to see you. Don’t close your legs to me,” he commanded a second time.

  Dahlia took a deep breath and held it, allowing her legs to fall open as Guy stared down at her. He dropped back between her thighs, kissing up the inside of one and then the other. He parted her with his fingers, his tongue wildly flicking her clitoris a second time as his tongue trailed through the silky hair. Her juices flowed like water from a faucet. Dahlia moaned loudly. “Oh, yes, oh, oh, yes.” She was suddenly clutching her hands to her chest.

  Her orgasm was crushing as she seemed to come again and again and again. Her hips flexed forward and her bottom clenched tightly. Guy did not let up, continuing to lick her private place until she was spent, quivering from the convulsions.

  Gasping for breath, Dahlia opened her eyes as Guy lifted her legs, bending her knees back toward the mattress as he lifted her hips and buttocks off the bed. He pulled her closer, crawling on his knees until his own pelvis was pressed tightly against her. Dahlia felt herself tense as Guy pressed himself against her garden door, the length of him tapping for admittance.

  Pushing forward, he penetrated the virginal cavity, his body falling against hers as he braced himself on his forearms. There was a brief moment of resistance that gave him pause, and Guy suddenly stopped in midstroke.

  Concern cracked his voice as he called her name. “Dahlia?”

  He was staring at her intently, confusion washing over his expression. Shaking her head, Dahlia wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. She took a deep breath and held it, then lifted her hips upward to meet him. The motion was swift and the sharp pain was over with before she could so much as blink. She suddenly felt warm and full as her warm breath escaped past her lips.

  Guy lay cradled deep inside her, his body tight to hers. Understanding suddenly swept through his spirit; the knowledge that this was her first time and he was truly her first was almost too much for him to absorb. Tears misted her eyes, and he gently wiped at the moisture with the backs of his fingers.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered as he drew his hands through the length of her hair, his mouth pressed against her ear.

  She shook her head a second time. “It’s not important. Just make love to me,” Dahlia whispered back, breathing heavily.

  Guy hugged her tightly, melding his body tightly against hers. His first strokes were long and slow and he watched as she shivered with each one, her face contorting with pleasure at the gentle friction of flesh against flesh. Neither could imagine anything sweeter. Their lust was intense as Guy continued to push and pull at her slowly. His lips went back to the tasty flesh of her right breast and then the left, suckling her easily. Shifting back upward, he nuzzled his face against
her neck. He heard the soft moan in her throat rising steadily until she was chanting his name over and over again.

  With his own arousal increasing at a steady pace, rising with a mind of its own, Guy’s strokes increased, the rhythmic push and pull of his body inside hers augmented by its own beat. The two danced together like no two before them, the connection intoxicating. She was velvet around his steel, silk stroking his rigid hardness. He felt her tremors, convulsive ripples that gripped him hard. Then Dahlia screamed out loud, Guy’s name spinning off her tongue. She clutched him tightly, unable to imagine them any closer or anything so intimate being so extraordinarily beautiful, and then they exploded simultaneously. Dahlia’s eruption had triggered Guy’s.

  An eternity passed as Dahlia lay panting heavily beneath him. Guy struggled to catch his own breath, taking deep gulps of air as he waited for his heart to stop racing. He could feel her heartbeat tapping in time to his, and he would have given anything to have stayed there forever.

  He finally rolled from above her, sprawling out across the empty space beside her. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Reaching for her hand, Guy entwined her fingers beneath his and held on tightly.

  “Are you okay?” Guy asked softly, turning his head to stare at her.

  Dahlia nodded, not meeting his gaze.

  He leaned up on his elbow to stare down at her. “Don’t do that, Dahlia,” he said. “Talk to me, baby. I need to know that you aren’t traumatized or something.”

  Dahlia laughed heartily. “Why would I be traumatized?” she asked, finally opening her eyes to his. “Are you doubting your skills, sir?”

  “My skills aren’t in question. You not telling me that you were a virgin is the issue on the table right now.”

  “Would it have made a difference? Would you not have made love to me?” She slid her body closer to his, curling up against him.

  Guy shook his head. “I might have held off,” he said.