by Brice, Dee
When she stood, one of them moved and her breasts brushed his chest. Even through her robe she could feel his heat. Curling her fingers around his cock, she felt like his rigid flesh might burn her palm. Glancing down, she saw a drop of pre-cum on its tip. She caught the drop on one fingertip then licked it off. His breath hitched and the heat in his eyes flared. Her lips closed on the tip of her tongue and his cock jumped.
He swore. “You do that tongue thing just to drive me nuts.”
“Don’t.” She took a quick peek to locate the couch, then gently tugged on his shaft. Groaning, he followed her. “Sit.” She pushed on his chest and he plopped down.
“Poor planning, Great Dane. When you invite a woman to dine, you need to provide really plump floor pillows for her comfort.”
He pulled a cushion from the couch, his haste making them both laugh.
“I should have remembered that this particular woman is always hungry.”
Humming, Jen knelt on the cushions between his legs. Slathering yogurt over his balls and his throbbing cock, she poked her tongue between her teeth.
“You’re too far away,” he said as he curled his hands over her shoulders.
She swatted away his hands. “Sit back, close your eyes and shut up.” His eyes stayed open. Knowing he watched her kind of embarrassed her, but she found it exciting too—like seeing her own face in that mirror upstairs. She could gauge his pleasure. His eyes especially would reveal what he liked most.
“Someday,” she murmured, nuzzling his inner thigh, “you’ll have to explain…” His cock kissed her cheek, distracting her. She licked its head.
“Explain…ummm…what?”
“How come your hair here—” she slid her fingers into the curls surrounding his sex— “is so soft.” Shifting to his balls, she added, “While here it’s so coarse.”
“Dunno,” he groaned as she stroked up and down.
She sat back on her heels, but continued to explore him. “And I don’t understand why—when your friend here is at rest—the veins sort of disappear. When he’s fully extended—”
“Like now?” Dane suggested through gritted teeth.
“Uh-huh. The veins stand out and I can feel your blood pumping in them. Oh, well.” Squishing ripe banana between her hands, she added yogurt, then stuck the concoction to his penis. Lapping his length, licking all around his head, she took him into her mouth.
His fingers tangled in her hair. His hips rose and fell as if he knew she might choke on his length and width. His refusal to shove at her, told her he would let her control him, do with him what she would. When she cupped his balls, he jerked away. Pulling her up, he impaled her. He pushed her breasts together and nipped and sucked and lapped her nipples while their hips pounded and their breaths mingled in cries of delight.
They climaxed together. Jen collapsed against his chest, but managed to say, “I wanted to taste more of you.”
“I wanted that, too. But I wanted in you more.” He tilted her chin, urging her to look at him. “I love you, Jen, and I want this exorcism to last for the rest of our lives.”
“Th-that’s your friend talking. When your cock’s not buried in me, you’ll change your mind.”
Growling, Dane dumped her on the couch, then went to retrieve his robe. He drove his hand into one pocket and produced a small velvet case. “My cock didn’t buy you this engagement ring, Jen. My friend didn’t build this house for you any more than your pussy told me you love me.”
He thumbed the case open, grabbed her left hand, then shoved a marquise-cut diamond ring on her finger. Her breath caught—not because the ring was exquisite, but because his love for her blazed in his wolf-blue eyes.
He huffed a sigh, raked his fingers through his hair and then plopped on the couch. “I imagined proposing to you over candlelight and champagne. I intended to take you to Nepenthe where we can hold hands and hear the ocean. I wanted to give you all the things I couldn’t give you ten years ago.”
Linking her fingers through his, she murmured, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here.” Her free hand stroked his cheek. He looked at her and the anger faded from his eyes. She felt like she was seeing the sunrise, turning the sky so blue it almost hurt to see it. “I’m not good at engagements, Dane.”
“Don’t worry, Jen. Third time’s the charm.”
About the Author
Dee believes she was born with a pen in one hand and a writing pad in the other. Determined not to work in an office, this wannabe actress never learned to type well. She still composes with pen and pad, then transcribes her manuscripts onto her computer. Sometimes Dee and her dictation program are best friends, more often they are mortal enemies.
Dee lives in northern California with her inspiration, best friend and husband. She loves to read and, of course, write. Passion’s Four Towers, her first published novel, was nominated for a Psyche Award in 2008. His Virtual Assassin finaled in Passionate Ink’s 2008 Passionate Plume contest. When asked about her contract for Saving Ryan’s Privates with eXtasy Books, Dee said, “I’m so glad Ryan and Carna have found a home.”
