Instructing Sarah (6 page)

He very nearly collapsed on top of her, but the thought of her soreness kept his muscles from going lax. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted her to have nothing but sweet memories of her first time with him.

Greg slid out of her boneless body and went to the master bath to dispose of the condom. He grabbed a washcloth, ran warm water over it, and brought it to Sarah. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her lips, making his body burn at the sight of having her in his bed.

As he bent down and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a startled ‘O’.

Nothing was said from either of them as he cleaned and soothed her sore flesh. Greg tossed the washcloth to the floor, beyond caring that the carpet would get soaked, and got into bed beside her, pulling her pliant body up against his heavily-muscled torso. He was practically twice her size and it was easy to wrap himself around her. Her round bottom cradled his dick and he had to bite back a groan.

Hell, he wanted her again.

As Sarah blissfully slept, unaware of the turmoil she was causing, Greg had the terrifying feeling that he’d go on wanting her for quite a long time to come. Once with Sarah was supposed to get her out of his blood for good, but all it’d done was addict him further. He’d been such an idiot to think he could have sex with Sarah Templeton and walk away unscathed. All this time he’d assumed she’d be the one to get all enamored and clingy. Instead, she was lying beside him like Sleeping Beauty, not a care in the world now that she’d done away with the pesky nuisance of her virginity. Christ, she probably thought she could go back to her cute little condo and forget he ever existed. Maybe even start dating other men now that she’d been initiated into the provocative world of sexual pleasure.

Bullshit. He’d just have to show her how wrong that assumption was because no way was another man touching her tantalizing flesh. She was his, he’d staked his claim, and she just hadn’t been alerted to the fact.

Five

Waking up against soft, warm, womanly flesh had to be at least fifty percent of the reason men got married.

Having that comfy, cozy feeling every day was just about enough to make a man say those precious words that sent women everywhere reaching for the nearest tissue

—
I do
.

Greg pried his sleepy eyes open and saw Sarah nestled atop him. Her body blanketed his, which caused his eager dick to flex anxiously. She had totally abandoned modesty in her slumber. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state nearly had him pronouncing his undying love. A damned scary thought for a guy like him.

Not

willing

to

open

that

uncomfortable can of worms, Greg took his hands on a slow, leisurely path over Sarah’s shoulders and back before they reached the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He wanted to spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped her, filling his palms with smooth flesh, and then moved her the tiniest bit to the left so that he could wriggle his cock between her thighs. He rubbed against her clit with his engorged tip, nudging and evoking a throaty little moan from her. Slowly, she started to move her lower half, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion even in her sleep.

Her cheek pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide directly over his heart.

His sweet Sarah, so innocent and trusting, and yet she’d given herself over to him, not once but twice. He would have taken her a third time, but he hadn’t wanted to cause her any pain. She was new to sex—a thought that had swirled around in his brain all night long, making him want to shout out a vicious war cry of ownership—

and she’d be tender. He wanted to bring her nothing but hot, fierce satisfaction. Still, the odd feelings off protectiveness and predatory possessiveness were new to him, and it made his gut tighten into a mass of nerves.

Greg moved the wild mane of Sarah’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the taste of her satiny skin.

Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips.

He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she realized where she was and whom she was with. When her smile came, easy and unforced, he breathed in relief.

Some part of him had been afraid she’d regret what they’d done. He was just too fucking glad she didn’t.

“Good

morning,

Greg,”

Sarah

mumbled, her voice hoarse from screaming out her climaxes.
She’s tiny, but she has a big
voice and isn’t afraid to use it
, he thought with smug pride. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant last night and, judging by the dampness that surrounded his cock, that feeling hadn’t abated one iota.

“Good morning, Sarah,” he said, and then flipped her over so that he covered her with his body. Her breath came out in a whoosh and his smile turned devilish as he descended on her already erect nipple. This morning he was beyond niceties, all he wanted was to be deep inside of her. He sucked her turgid peak into the wet cavern of his mouth, flicking back and forth with his tongue. She arched into him, giving him more, giving him whatever he craved. Greg licked and bit and then switched to her other beautiful tit. He used his hands to plump them together and he nuzzled his face into her cleavage. Languorously, Greg made his way down her body, lapping and nibbling at her rib cage until he reached her belly where he let his tongue dip into her little button. She pleaded with him, saying his name over and over and he finally gave in.

Pushing her legs wide, he dipped his tongue into her hot opening. At the first contact, Sarah’s hands were in his hair, grasping handfuls and pushing his face against her. He sucked her sweet little clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She vaulted up, coming and shouting his name in wild abandon.

Greg moved off her and stretched across the bed to grab a condom. Sarah’s eyes never once left his face. She watched with an eerie intensity and there was something in her eyes, something she wanted to say, but he couldn’t think about any of that now.

“Roll to your stomach, baby, and get up on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind this time.”

Her face colored and Greg was afraid he’d pushed his little innocent a bit too far with his request, but she surprised him and turned over, pushing up on all fours, making his cock pump madly. He moved, not even fully aware of doing so, getting behind her and using his knee to spread her legs wider for his invasion. He clutched her hips and pulled her back against his straining erection, eliciting a groan from him and a whimper from her.

“Oh God, Sarah. You have the most tempting little pussy, so pretty and soft.”

Her pink vulva and pearly clit were completely visible in the early morning light and he wanted to take the time to fill himself with the beauty of her, but his lower body had other ideas. His cock pushed into her tight entrance, and in one silky glide, he was imbedded completely inside Sarah’s heat. When she reached between her legs and grasped his balls, massaging and squeezing, he lost it. He started thrusting into her, impaling her in a mad rush for that one elusive thing that only Sarah gave him. It was as if his body already recognized the scent and sight of her and his greedy cock wanted her. Only her. Only Sarah gave him this blind, crazed feeling and he wouldn’t give that up, not for anything in the world.

Suddenly, her supple hips pushed backwards against him and she shouted,

“Please, Greg, harder! I need you so badly!”

Greg’s smile was devilish as he vowed, “Anything my lady wants, my lady gets.”

It was true, he was unable do deny her a single thing. Plunging over and over until his passion rocketed out of control, Greg lowered his body over hers, caging her in, surrounding her with his powerful strength. He bit down on her shoulder and sucked at her neck, causing blood to rush to the surface. She’d have his mark on her now. The thought gave him a predatory feeling deep in his core.

Reaching a rough, calloused hand beneath her, Greg rubbed over her distended clit and claimed, “Mmm, this is
my
hot little pussy now, Sarah.” He meant it, he’d not be letting her go. It would kill him to do so and he wasn’t much into suicide.

She arched and clenched around him then, her sex cupping his dick like a hot little fist and they both flew apart.

* * * *

They’d spent the morning luxuriating in each other’s bodies. First in the shower, where he’d washed every single inch of her with tender loving care. That had been heavenly. Then he’d dressed her in one of his t-shirts. Sarah had wanted something more to wear, but Greg had gruffly explained that she was lucky he gave her the t-shirt. Feeling gloriously female and content, she’d flounced into the kitchen to make him a huge breakfast of waffles and sausages. She’d fed him perched atop his lap. After she’d eaten, he’d lifted her to the counter and had taken her again. And so, the day went.

Now, the time had come for her to leave and she was uncertain and nervous.

He’d pleaded with her to stay; he’d explained that it was only Saturday and neither of them worked Sundays. Still, he hadn’t once said anything about wanting to see her again after their weekend was up.

She supposed it was to be expected, considering she’d given him exactly what he’d wanted on their first date—sex and lots of it. Why should he bother for a second date?

Sarah dressed in her badly wrinkled skirt and blouse, and tucked her bra in her purse. For the life of her, she couldn’t locate her panties. He’d told her not to bother with them, she only lived a few steps away and if he found them he’d bring them to her.

Seeing his point, Sarah left. He promised to call her the next day, and then kissed her. It was a light peck, and compared to all the other hot, scorching kisses he’d bestowed on her so far, the good-bye kiss seemed so final and cold. She wasn’t holding out any hope of him calling, despite his promises to the contrary, but then it wasn’t as if he’d gone into anything with the expectations of more, not the way she had.

As Sarah let herself into her condominium, she turned around and saw Greg still standing in his doorway, watching her. He’d only bothered to pull on a pair of old, stained work jeans. The fly was undone and he looked like chocolate—

good enough to eat even though you knew damn well you shouldn’t. She waved and he waved back. She just barely made out a frown on his face and she wondered about that. As she went through her nightly ritual: pajamas, face washing, hair and teeth brushing,

a

bed,

Sarah

contemplated how messed up her life had gotten in such a short amount of time.

Oh, certainly she’d convinced herself that she’d only wanted to experience pleasure. That if she wasn’t ever going to get a chance to have a husband and children and everlasting love, at least she could experience a little bit of stimulating, mind-numbing, sexual gratification at a man’s very capable hands. But she’d been lying to herself the entire time.

It was reality time now, and the dead truth was she’d been half gooey-eyed over Greg from the minute he’d moved in. He’d been unloading a pickup truck full of furniture and she’d gotten her first real glimpse of a sweaty, hunky male body.

He’d been shirtless and his torso had glistened in the hot summer sun. Now that she’d had a taste of that body up close and personal, she wasn’t sure any other male would ever compare. He’d spoiled her for sure. She was ruined, and the sick thing about it was that, if he did call her tomorrow, she’d probably pounce on the phone. She was beyond caring about dignity.

Sarah sighed and got into bed, trying very hard to read the pages of her latest thriller, but as she read the same gory knife-killing scene three times, she decided it wasn’t working. She got up and started for her kitchen, but there was a faint knock on her door, stopping her cold. Who on Earth?

She went to the door, glad she’d locked it.

In her scattered state of mind, she hadn’t remembered doing so.

“Who is it?”

“Sarah, it’s me. Open up.”

“Greg?”

She heard him groan. “You have that many midnight male callers, do you, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes at that bit of sarcastic nonsense and unlocked the door.

She wasn’t prepared for the sight of him.

He leaned his broad shoulder against the doorframe and he was still in the low-slung jeans. His dark brown hair was a bedraggled mess, and when she looked down she saw that he was barefoot. She squinted up at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

She wasn’t able to either, but she’d bet her reasons were far different from his.

“Oh, would you like to come in?”

“I’d like to have you back in my condo and in my bed where you belong.”

She was lost. “I thought we agreed you’d call me tomorrow- er- well, today I guess it is now.”