Just One Look (Women of Substance) (7 page)

Leaning against him, I reached a hand back to palm his cock. “I like a man with a plan.”

He turned me in his arms, sliding his hands down to cup my ass. “Pack your bag and let’s go before my self-control vanishes.”

“I love a man who wants me so much he can’t control himself,” I teased.

“Let’s go already.”

I nodded.

He slapped my ass and released me. “I’ll wait in the living room. Five minutes.”

I tossed my sexiest underwear in my case, along with my hose, two casual silk-cotton blend summer pantsuits, two dresses, both of my bathing suits, one of my sports jerseys, my toiletries, and other accessories.

Anderson took my case from me when I appeared in the living room door and we left.

At his place, he tossed his key fob and my case aside, pressed me against the wall by the door and quickly removed my clothes.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“Too far away,” he said.

Seconds later, he was naked with his big body pressed against mine.

I closed my eyes as he rubbed his bare cock against my body before sucking my right nipple between his lips and into his mouth.

“Hmm.” I curled my fingers in his hair and pressed his head closer.

He nipped and tongued my nipple, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure through me and making me ache to feel his bare cock sliding inside me.

Licking his way across to my other breast, he reached between our bodies to rub the head of his shaft along my slit.

My pussy flooded and I moaned softly, eager to enjoy the first inches of his cock into me.

He fingered my slit and pressed himself against my thigh.

I could feel him hardening along my body. Oh Lord. Trembling with the need to have him buried in me, I clutched at his shoulders. “Anderson…”

Dragging his mouth from my nipple, he thrust his cock against my belly and pressed his lips to mine. Urging my mouth open, he licked my lips.

I sucked his tongue into my mouth and rotated my hips slowly, allowing myself to enjoy the wonderful sensation of his cock slowly swelling against my body.

I stroked my hands down his back to clutch his hard, tight ass.

We kissed and rubbed my pussy and his cock together until I was flooded. When I reached down to palm his cock, I felt his pre-cum against my fingers.

He was warm, hard and so deliciously thick, I was wild to feel his girth pushing deep into me. Greedily sharing his kisses, I pumped his cock with one hand while massaging his big, heavy balls with the other.

He suddenly groaned and pushed his fully erect cock against me.

I felt the big head slip between the lips of my slit and came to my senses.

Pushing against his shoulders, I dragged my pussy away from his cock. “Condom,” I whispered.

He rubbed his cheek against mine. “It’ll feel better without one.”

I turned my head and bit his bottom lip. “I know it will but we’ll have to make do with great instead of off the charts.” I balled a hand into a fist and hit his shoulder. “Condom, Anderson—now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Damn you! Put it on now or stop!”

He pulled away from me and fumbled in his pants.

I leaned against the wall, rubbing myself and licking my lips as I watched him quickly roll the condom over himself.

“Better?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He stepped in front of me, placing a hand on either side of my body. “I wanted to be gentle and slow with you our first time but I’m burning too much for that,” he said and shoved his hips forward.

I gasped and shook as I felt his thick cock slip between my folds.

He paused and lifted my chin.

I looked up at him and wiggled my hips, eager to be fucked senseless.

“Forgive me if this gets a little rough,” he said, his voice brusque.

Oh for the love of God! Stop talking and fuck me already!
I inched my hips forward and then closed my eyes as I felt my pussy slowly stretching to accommodate his lovely width.

He slid his hands down my back to cup my ass. Easing out of me, he pushed slowly back inside me. Then he withdrew again. And then back in with a slow and measured movement that I felt in every inch of my body.

Oh God I wanted more. “Fuck me,” I urged.

Tightening his hands on my ass, he pulled me onto his cock.

Oh…yes! Yes!
“Fuck me,” I said,

He bent his head and fastened his lips on my breast. And moved his thick, hard cock in and out of me.

Waves of pleasure washed over me. It was good but I wanted so much more. “Faster,” I said, squeezing his ass.

He tore his lips from my breast to speak against my ear. “If I go faster, I’m going to come faster.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, tightening myself around his cock.

“That might happen before you’re ready,” he warned.

“Even it does, I’ll get off on knowing I made you come quicker. Faster. Harder.”

“No,” he responded. “I don’t want my first time inside you to be all about me.”

And damn him, he continued with his slow, measured strokes that sent chills of lust all through me.

Although I did my best to make him fuck me, he made love to me at a pace that allowed the fire he set off in my stretched pussy to slowly spread through my entire body until with a sudden series of hard, rapid thrusts and a relentless rubbing of my clit, he blew my world and my pussy apart.

Only as I sobbed with pleasure and clung weakly to him did he grip my hips and pounded my pussy until he groaned, shuddered, and then came.

I held him in my arms, kissing his face as he finally ejaculated. To my surprise, I found myself wishing and wondering how it would have felt to know he was coming inside my pussy instead of the lucky condom.

Lucky condom? Oh, girl, get a grip! Granted you’ve never been fucked by a harder or thicker cock, but that’s no reason to lose your mind. It’s just a cock; attached to a very sexy man but still just a cock.

He eased out my pussy and pulled me into his arms.

Feeling the condom covered with my release pressed against my body, I shivered. Damn I wanted to feel his bare girth widening my already swollen pussy lips as he tunneled back inside me and rode me like I was his exclusive, private and personal sex slave.

He kissed my ear. “Oh, fuck, that was good.”

Smiling, I leaned against him.

He drew away to tip up my chin. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t rush and leave you unsatisfied?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

He caressed my cheek. “You’re too pretty and sexy to have to settle for a man who thinks only of his own satisfaction.”

His words touched me—even while I realized they weren’t realistic. He’d pleased me earlier without coming himself. Since he’d already demonstrated a high regard for my sexual pleasure, I’d be okay with his sometimes coming when I hadn’t.

“That happens sometimes in a relationship and I’m okay with that.”

I watched a slow smile spread across his handsome face. “You are one hell of a woman. Why the hell hasn’t some lucky man branded you as his already?”

I shrugged. “There’s no accounting for the male populations’ lack of good taste.”

He laughed.

I stroked a hand over his chest. “And for the rest of the weekend, I’m all yours.”

“I have a feeling this is going to be the shortest weekend on record.”

I’ve never considered myself one of those women who had to be constantly flattered to be happy but damned if I didn’t love the way he went out of his way to make me feel special and attractive.

“Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” he said.

“Together or separately?”

He tightened his grip around me, drawing me closer. “There’s not much I intend to allow you to do alone while you’re here. That includes showering.”

I’d always valued my independence and usually avoided men too fond of full control in a relationship. But I liked everything I knew about Anderson Prescott from the way he looked at me as if I were beautiful to the confident way he assumed once he’d fucked me I wouldn’t want any other man. And I had a sinking feeling he might be right.

I slipped my arm around his neck. “So are you going to talk or are we going to shower together?”

He slapped my ass. “I like a sassy woman with a big, round ass.”

And I loved feeling his hand on and slapping my ass. “You’re still talking,” I pointed out.

He laughed and taking my hand in his, led me to the bathroom.

I quickly braided my hair and pinned it up before joining him in the shower.

He bent to kiss me quickly before reaching behind me to close the door. “How do you feel about sex in the shower?” he asked.

I glanced around. “I don’t see a condom.”

“That’s because there isn’t one in here.”

I stroked my hands over his shoulders. “Then you probably already know my answer.”

He nodded. “Yes, but there was no harm in asking. Was there?”

“No,” I admitted. Especially since having him raw inside me was a fantasy we both apparently shared. “But it’s not going to happen.”

“Too bad.” He kissed me again and reached a hand down to finger my pussy.

I shivered but drew away from his hand. “Anderson.”

He backed me against the shower wall and nibbled at my ear while slipping a finger inside me. “I love the huskiness in your voice when you say my name.”

I curled my hands into fists at my side in an effort to resist the urge to grip his cock. “And I love having your finger inside me but it’s not exactly conducive to showering,” I pointed out.

He licked my neck. “So you want me to take my finger out?”

“No, but do it anyway.”

He nipped my neck before reaching above us to turn on the water.

The moment the water began cascading over our bodies, he cupped my breasts.

“Pass the soap and keep your big, hot hands to yourself or we’re never going to actually get showered.”

He squeezed my nipples before he stepped away and handed me the soap.

We took a quick shower and dried each other off. Then we went to the bedroom.

He tossed his towel aside and slipped into bed. “Come join me,” he invited.

“You sleep in the nude?”

“I do when I’m sharing my bed with a beautiful woman of substance.”

Eager for another fuck, I removed my towel and slipped into bed beside him.

He trailed his fingers down my body to my stomach where he placed his palm. “Damn you’re pretty.”

“And you’re handsome
and
smart.”

He smiled.

He then disappointed me by rolling onto his back.

What was up with that? My most disinterested lovers at least tossed an arm or a leg across me after sex. Apparently his sexual consideration didn’t extend beyond the actual act. I turned on my side, filled with disappointment. One day I’d be fortunate enough to meet a lover discerning enough to know that a woman sometimes liked to be held after sex. Too bad Anderson wasn’t that man.

Long after I heard his deep, even breathing, I lay awake. I didn’t like the emotions I felt. Anderson had given me a great fuck and showed he was interested enough to follow me and ruin my chances of spending the night with Rick. Despite his earlier selfless consideration of my pleasure, he didn’t care enough to hold me.

So it wouldn’t do for me to forget that it was still just sex. Or I just might find myself in far too deep for a brief fling from which I expected to emerge with my heart intact.

With that warning firmly imprinted in my mind, I finally fell asleep.

Chapter Four

Narena

I woke later on my side with his body pressed against my back and his arm tossed across my waist.

That’s what I’m talking about!
I glanced out the window. It was still dark. Good. I had time to just lie there and enjoy having him hold me.

He pushed the light cover draped over our bodies aside. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked, caressing my belly before sliding his hand down my body to slip his fingers into my pussy.

“Tell me what you like most about me,” I invited, reaching down to push his fingers further inside me.

“You have an incredibly tight pussy,” he whispered and started to finger fuck me.

Although I wasn’t sure why, his answer disappointed me.

“But you must know that’s far from your only attraction.” He licked my neck. “You have the most amazing color skin. You’re pretty and I find I particularly like that there’s so much more of you than I’m used to having in a lover.”

I smiled. “Have I turned you on to the joys of sex with a woman of substance?”

“Hell yeah. I love your big ass, your natural breasts, and I even like that your stomach isn’t flat.”

As I eagerly absorbed every word, I felt his cock hardening against my ass. “Tell me more,” I said humping against his fingers.

“Just one look is all it took.”

“To what?”

“To totally enchant me,” he said. “I want you—all of you.”

“You have all of me,” I said.

“With no restrictions or barriers.”

“What?”

“I want you raw.”

I felt him fumbling between our bodies and stiffened when I felt his bare cock slipping between my ass cheeks to press against my slit. He was already thick and hard. And ready to fuck. As was I. “Condom,” I insisted.

“Raw,” he countered.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Oh yes we should.”

“We can’t.”

“We’re going to. Right now,” he said, gripped my hip, and jerked my body back towards his.

I gasped in wonder as I felt his cock shoot between my slit and a few inches into my pussy. Even as my channel flooded, I elbowed him and rolled onto my belly.

He rolled with me, trapping me between his big body and the mattress. Then, he rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed his hips against mine, sending his shaft tunneling down into me.

I knew I should have fought to push him off me and his cock out of my body but my stomach muscles rippled and I shook with lust and pleasure at the feel of his hard, naked girth buried deep inside me.

For a moment, we were both motionless. I think he was probably as shocked by his actions as I was. But only for a moment because within seconds he had lifted his weight onto his arms, and started to fuck me. Raw. Oh Lord what an incredible feeling.