Earning Yancy (22 page)

As the movie started up, he pulled my feet up and set them on the couch, arranging me so I was lying on the couch, then he squeezed in behind me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, holding back a laugh.

“Getting comfortable. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to stretch out and relax.”

He was right. I let the tension flow out of my muscles as he spooned up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. It was nice and it felt perfect.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, I realized there was no way I could concentrate on the film. I had no clue what was going on because my entire being was focused on the sensation of Charles’ body pressed against my back from shoulder to knee and the occasional brush of his fingers on the skin of my stomach where my shirt had ridden up slightly. The knowledge that we were alone in the house and the unopened box of condoms in my bedroom made me unable to think of anything but his hands on my body.

I looked over my shoulder at Charles. He smiled, more a quirk of his mouth than anything else. I turned over to face him and lifted a hand to trace his bottom lip with my finger.

His arms tightened around me as I focused my gaze on his lips.

“Kiss me,” I murmured.

I didn’t have to say it twice.

His mouth lowered to mine, coaxing my lips open for his tongue. I fell into the heady thrill I hadn’t experienced for a long, long time and I knew that this wasn’t a mistake. There was nothing but this moment.

We kissed, slowly, languorously, until my entire body felt hot. I moved closer and felt the length of his erection press against my stomach. Suddenly, my blood felt like lava in my veins, rushing quickly through my body and incinerating everything in its path.

Charles cupped my ass with one hand as the other skimmed up my ribs, brushing the side of my breast, before coming to rest on my neck. My own hands dove under the hem of his shirt, moving up his back. Growing desperate for more contact, I shoved the soft cotton higher and trailed my fingers down his spine.

He seemed as though he would be content to keep kissing me all night, but I wanted more. Unable to hold myself back, I wanted everything. I grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head.

Charles stared at me, confusion and desire in his eyes. “Yancy, what are you doing?”

“I need you,” I said, my voice breaking over the words.

He seemed to understand exactly what I meant. “Are you sure?” His eyes were the color of the deepest part of the ocean, dark and mysterious.

I swallowed and replied firmly, “Absolutely.”

He lowered his face to mine once again, kissing me even harder and deeper than before. I felt as though I was melting into the cushions of the sofa. He seemed unsure as he trailed his hand from my neck and lightly over my breast. When I inhaled sharply, he paused and I understood that he was giving me a chance to pull away, to change my mind. Instead I arched my back so that my breast pushed more fully into his palm. I wasn’t sure where my brazenness originated. With the few partners I’d had, I was always shy the first few times we made love.

Charles smoothed his hand from my breast, down my torso, to the hem of my shirt. Quickly, he gathered the fabric in his hand and lifted if over my head. I gasped in surprise, but still didn’t stop him. I forgot to exhale as he traced the shape of my bra where it cupped my breasts. My head grew light when his mouth followed the same path.

“Breathe, Yancy.”

Shivers ran along my skin and the air left my lungs in a rush. While I’d had good sex before, even great a time or two, nothing compared to what I was feeling now. I needed his hands and mouth on my skin as much as I needed oxygen.

I clutched his shoulders as he lowered his head to my chest again. As he moved his lips, tongue, and even the edge of his teeth across my sensitive skin, his hand framing the bottom curve of my breast as his thumb dragged across my nipple. The caress shot straight from my breast to the area between my thighs.

I threw my head back, panting, as he tugged the cup of my bra down and closed his mouth around the tip of my breast. “Oh, God.”

I tangled my fingers in the short strands of his hair and tugged. He lifted his head to kiss me again, his fingers tugging lightly on my nipple. My hands couldn’t stay still. I laid my palm flat on his chest. His skin was hot and the hair on his chest felt slightly rough.

As his mouth moved against mine and our tongues tangled, Charles placed his hand over mine, moving it down his body exactly where I wanted to touch him but was too shy to do it on my own.

He released my mouth, our lips barely touching. “Please touch me.”

I understood what he was asking but he didn’t move my hand the last few inches. He was letting me decide, something that made my heart pound harder and faster than it already was. If I wanted him to make love to me, I was going to have to show him.

Hesitantly, I cupped his erection through the denim of his jeans. Charles groaned softly, his mouth crashing down on mine again as I squeezed him gently before pressing my palm more firmly against his length.

I grew bolder as I felt him grow harder under my touch. My hands shaking, I dealt with the zipper and button on his jeans and slid my hand inside. As my fingertips met the velvety smooth head, Charles shuddered against me.

As I grew more avid in my exploration of his body, he seemed to loosen his hold on his control. My bra came off under the swift, economical motions of his hands and he used his mouth and hands on my breasts as he pushed his erection deeper into my grasp.

I stroked him slowly, reveling in his gasps and obvious enjoyment of my touch. Suddenly, he rolled over me to stand by the sofa. He removed his shoes and socks and shucked his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. My eyes devoured him. He was lean and athletic, his muscles defined but not bulky. His shoulders were broad, but tapered into a taut waist, the tight muscles of his abdomen flexing slightly as though he could feel my eyes like a physical touch. My gaze skimmed over his groin and I felt heat rise in my cheeks. While I knew I was staring, I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

My eyes finally lifted to his and there was no green left in his irises. Only vibrant blue that shimmered like gems. I couldn’t speak as Charles leaned over and unbuttoned my jeans. When he slid down the zipper, I could barely hear it over the pounding of my heart. I wanted his hands and his mouth on me again, but a wave of shyness crashed over me.

I grabbed his hands as they hooked into the waist of my pants. “Wait.”

His eyes met mine and he immediately seemed to understand that I was nervous. Charles leaned forward and laid his lips on mine. The kiss was sweet, gentle, comforting.

“It’s just you and me and we have plenty of time,” he murmured when he lifted his head.

I felt my eyes burn at his words. Somehow he knew exactly what I needed to hear. “It’s been a….long time for me,” I whispered. “I haven’t, uh, been with anyone since before my divorce.”

He ran his fingers through the hair at my temple. “Just kiss me. We’ll get to the rest.”

Naked, he knelt next to the sofa, kissing me as if we really did have all the time in the world and he was content to spend it touching me, tasting me. His hands moved over my body slowly, surely, but without urgency.

I broke the kiss as the throbbing between my thighs increased until it felt like a drum beat. “Okay, I’m ready now.”

He smiled at me and, together, we peeled my jeans down my legs. He pulled them off and they landed on the floor next to the couch. His hand flattened on my stomach just above the waistband of my navy satin panties. The muscles trembled beneath his touch.

Using only the tips of his fingers, he slowly trailed his hand from my belly button, across the satin that covered me, to my thighs. Once again, I sucked in a deep breath and forgot to exhale. When was the last time a man had touched me with such care? As if he couldn’t stop himself from caressing every part of me? Honestly, I couldn’t remember a single incident.

“Breathe,” he commanded in a soft voice. “Just breathe, Yancy. Let me touch you.” His other hand lifted until he cupped the tops of my thighs just above my knees. He moved my legs apart slightly, using his thumbs to massage my inner thighs as his hands inched upward until this thumbs met on the satin that covered me.

I knew the fabric was damp as he gently slid his thumb over my clitoris. I gasped at the contact on my throbbing flesh. It felt electric. My hips jerked as he continued to move his thumb in small, firm circles.

Too distracted by the sensations cascading through my body, I didn’t even hesitate to lift my lower body when his hands began to tug my panties down. Before I could freak out about being naked in front of a man for the first time in over a year, he lowered his body onto mine. His skin was incredibly hot and his delicious scent made me light-headed. I wanted to rub myself against him like a cat and enjoy the contrast of my skin against the erotically rough texture of the hair on his chest and thighs.

He kissed me passionately, his hands more insistent than before. He levered his body up slightly and slid his fingers over my entrance, swirling over my clit before moving lower to press inside of me. I gasped, my thighs jerking apart slightly, as he moved one finger, then two, inside, pressing upward slightly. My nipples tightened and I moaned.

I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him slowly at first before tightening my grip slightly and moving more quickly. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of my body, but he used his thumb to torture my clit and I felt my muscles tightening as my orgasm gathered within me.

Suddenly, he stopped and sat up. I tried to reach for him, to pull him back down. For one wild second I thought that he changed his mind, which was ridiculous at this stage, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. He dug around in the pile of his clothes and came up with a condom in his hand. I realized he didn’t want to stop and relaxed back into the sofa. I watched as he tore open the condom and rolled it over his cock.

I spread my thighs further for him, my shyness destroyed by the need that swamped my body. I whimpered as he stretched over me, sliding his erection through the wet between my legs. His head came up at the sound, but I clutched his hips and undulated beneath him, telling him without words that I was fine. Slowly, he pressed inside me. Even though I was wet, my body resisted. Charles wasn’t rough or impatient. Instead, he lifted my thigh, opening me further, and he entered me completely. While it didn’t hurt, I gasped because I felt full.

He didn’t move for a few moments, allowing my body to adjust. Charles looked down at me, his eyes glittering brightly. “Okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “More than okay.”

His mouth quirked before it came down on mine. As he kissed me, he began to move, slowly at first but then faster and deeper as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I whimpered again, my nails digging into his back. The orgasm that simmered within me swelled. I felt the crest approaching yet I couldn’t go over. I hovered on the edge of release, the exquisite pleasure so intense it became agony. I gasped and felt my lower body tighten around Charles.

“You’re close,” Charles stated. It wasn’t a question, yet I still answered.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I couldn’t believe how quickly I felt the orgasm building from just his body inside mine. I’d never experienced this kind of overwhelming pleasure before. Charles rose on his knees, resting one hand on the arm of the sofa over my head. His other hand moved between us so that his thumb circled my clit. He slowed his thrusts. Now he seemed to be deeper within me, his cock pressing upward and rubbing against a place inside me that seemed to send fire through all my extremities.

With a sharp gasp, my entire body tightened before I exploded into an orgasm so intense that my vision filled with white light.

When I was able to see again, I realized that I had both arms and legs wrapped around Charles, my mouth locked on his neck, as he crashed into me. His arms came beneath me, one hand fisting in my hair and the other beneath my lower back, lifting my hips to his. A few moments later, he groaned and shuddered as he climaxed. He continued to thrust into me gently for a few moments, his face buried in my neck as mine was pressed against his.

Finally, he pulled out of me, causing a shiver to run up my spine. He lifted his head to look into my eyes. His hair was messy, spiked in several directions from my hands, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.

He didn’t speak, merely touched my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. Then he kissed me. I felt the same shifting inside me as before, only this time it felt enormous, as though the walls I used to protect my heart were shaken to their very foundation.

Charles reached over my head to the side table and grabbed a tissue from the box I kept there. He wrapped the used condom in it and set it on the floor next to his pants. Then he rolled off of me, against the back of the sofa. I followed so that we were lying face to face.

Even though we weren’t speaking, the silence didn’t feel awkward. Instead, I felt as though his actions said more than he could with words alone. Charles used his hand to tuck my face against his chest and slid a leg between mine.

When he did finally speak, I felt the vibrations of his words against my ear.

“Let me stay tonight,” he said.

Again, though he hadn’t phrased it as a question, I knew he was asking rather than commanding.

I laid a kiss on the center of his chest and said, “Yes.”