Authors: Marie Force
Tugging on the sash to her robe, he nudged it open and took a long measuring look at what he’d uncovered. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”
Even though she was wildly aroused, Tiffany couldn’t let that statement go unchallenged. “You make it sound like you have some sort of claim on me. One orgasm doesn’t give you the right—”
His lips came down hard and fast, his tongue surging into her mouth at the same instant his fingers slipped between her legs and into her slick channel.
Tiffany gasped from the dual assault and gripped his biceps with both hands.
“Do two orgasms give me any rights?” he whispered against her lips as his fingers slid in and out of her in a suggestive rhythm that had her on the brink of climax faster than she’d ever gotten there before.
“I’ll let you know after the second one. It might not be as good as I remembered.”
His sexy grin lit up his face. “It’ll be as good.” He shifted his fingers to focus on the spot that burned for him. “It might even be better.”
Having no doubt about that, Tiffany let her head fall to his shoulder as he used his feet to slide her legs farther apart. If he hadn’t been pressing her so tightly against the counter, her legs would’ve buckled under her.
“Mmm,” he said. “So wet, so hot.”
A tremble began in her thighs and worked its way through her entire body.
“I love that you always smell like strawberries.” Cupping her breast, he bent his head to suckle on her nipple as he once again drove his fingers deep inside her. “And taste like heaven.”
Tiffany cried out when the orgasm slammed into her. Her head fell back, and she was vaguely aware of his teeth closing around her nipple and his hair brushing against her neck. Wave after wave of exquisite pleasure pounded through her. He kept up the movement of his fingers and sucked hard on her nipple, making her come again.
That
had never happened before, and it left Tiffany feeling boneless and sated in a way that was new to her. Before she’d begun to recover her senses, he bent and scooped her into his arms. Her robe fell open as he strode with purpose toward the stairs. She didn’t have the energy to care about covering herself.
“Tell me there’s at least a bed up there.”
“That and not much else.”
“That’s all we need.”
Tiffany directed him to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.
Blaine kicked the door open and deposited her gently in the middle of the king-size bed.
The silk robe pooled beneath her ultrasensitive skin as his eyes took a leisurely journey from her face to her breasts to her belly and below. Heat rushed through her, stealing her breath as she watched him peel off his uniform shirt, exposing a most excellent chest. He was lean and muscular but not bulky. His chest was covered by the perfect amount of golden hair that made a tantalizing trail into brown uniform pants, where an impressive bulge marked the front. Tiffany stared at that bulge, desperate to see all of him.
“Raise your knees,” he said as he reached for his belt buckle.
Tentatively, Tiffany did as he’d asked.
“Now slide your feet apart.” He watched her every move while unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “More.”
Tiffany moved her feet until her legs were as far apart as she could get them. Her thighs quivered with anticipation as she waited to see what he’d do next. The breeze from the ceiling fan fluttered against her heated flesh, and she fought for every breath. She felt exposed and vulnerable but completely safe.
Leaving his pants open and hanging from narrow hips, he propped a knee on the bed and bent to press his face to her sex. He took a long sniff and exhaled with what sounded like sheer pleasure.
“Strawberry fields forever,” he said as he licked her.
Tiffany fought to stay still as he took another long lick before twirling his talented tongue in circles around her clit. She reached for his hair and buried her fingers in the coarse strands. He had her on the verge of another explosive release with a few more sweeps of his tongue. Her legs closed around his head, and she rode his tongue with total abandon.
He pushed two fingers into her and took her right off the cliff, shrieking like the shameless hussy she became in his presence.
“Mmm,” he said, his lips vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “That’s four. Do I have any rights yet?”
Even though she was gasping for air, she laughed as she said, “Still haven’t decided.”
Kissing his way to her breasts, he looked up at her. “Need more convincing?”
Tiffany nodded and curled one of her legs around him. Using her foot, she pushed his pants down and then went back for his boxers.
Blaine rolled off her. “Let me help you with that.” He pushed off his shorts to expose his erection.
“Oh,” Tiffany said as she took a good look at his long, thick penis. It reminded her of some of the larger dildos she’d stocked in the store, and for a brief, paralyzing moment, she wondered if it would fit inside her.
“See something you like?”
“Maybe.” When he would’ve returned to his position on top of her, she stopped him and rose to her knees, shedding the robe as she went. Bending over him, she peppered his chest with kisses. His soft chest hair brushed against her face as she paid homage to both nipples before dragging her tongue over the defined ridges of his belly. She felt his fingers in her hair, and when he tightened his grip, she could tell she was having the same effect on him that he’d had on her.
Her hair slid through his fingers as she traveled down his long body. She dragged the loose strands over his erection, which drew a moan from him. After she’d teased him with her hair for a few minutes, she ran her hands over his legs, pushing them apart as she went. He watched her every move as she learned the muscular contours and planes of his body. When she had him spread open the way she wanted him, she bent to run her tongue over his balls, back and forth several times before traveling up to his weeping cock. She kept her hands on his thighs and felt each reaction as it traveled through him.
“If you keep that up,” he said through gritted teeth, “we’ll be done before we start.”
“I’ll take my chances.” She looked up at him as she slid her lips over the head and sent her tongue into the salty slit.
“Oh
God
, Tiff,” he said, his eyes fluttering closed. “That feels so good.”
Emboldened by his surrender and heartened by his use of her nickname, she closed her hand around the base and took him deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue explore as her hand worked him.
His fingers guided her head, and his hips surged, urging her to take him deeper.
Tiffany tried to take as much of him as she could, but he was so big and so thick. Her sex clenched in anticipation.
“
Tiffany
,” he said, the warning loud and clear.
Despite frequent pleading, Tiffany had only let Jim come in her mouth once, and she’d hated the taste. So she debated about whether to allow it now. For some reason, she felt freer and more uninhibited with this man she barely knew than she ever had with the man she’d married. So when Blaine uttered one more dire warning, Tiffany went for broke, driving him to an explosive finish that filled her mouth and throat with his essence. She swallowed every drop and then licked him clean as he twitched beneath her. Everything about him was different than what she’d known in the past, even his taste.
Like he’d done to her, she kissed her way up his chest until she was stretched out on top of him. His arms closed around her, and his lips skimmed her forehead. “That was incredible,” he said, eyes closed, breathing ragged.
His heart hammered under her ear. “Really?”
“Mmm. The best ever.”
Tiffany smiled against his chest. Even if that wasn’t true, it felt good to be the best at something.
His hands moved slowly over her back, massaging as they went. He cupped her bottom and squeezed. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
Tiffany raised her head to kiss him and laughed when she realized they’d had five orgasms between them but had barely kissed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his hands kneading her cheeks.
“This turned out to be a pretty good day after all.”
He smiled, and Tiffany was struck by how it softened his normally austere expression. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” he asked.
“At noon. You?”
“Three. Your daughter?”
“With her father for the weekend.”
The implication lingered in the heavy, humid air. They had hours and hours of sensual pleasure ahead. His reawakened erection made its presence known by pressing against her belly.
“That was fast,” Tiffany said.
“All depends on the incentive package.”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “And I’m a good incentive package?”
“The best.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip as she recalled his size. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
Under her, Blaine quaked with laughter. “It’ll fit.”
“Are you always so confident?”
“About some things.” He shifted her so she was under him. “About the important things.” Kissing her nose and then her lips, he said, “Hold that thought.” He got up to find his pants and sat on the edge of the bed to put on a condom. “Come here,” he said, crooking his finger.
Every nerve ending in Tiffany’s body was on full alert as she crawled across the bed to him. He arranged her so her legs were once again spread far apart with her feet and bottom at the edge of the mattress. His fingers tested her readiness and found her slippery wet. Blaine brought his moist fingers to his mouth and licked them clean while watching her face to gauge every reaction. Tiffany had never been the focus of such intense concentration, and she quite liked it—until he pressed his hardness against her opening, making her burn as he stretched already-sensitive tissue.
“Relax, honey,” he whispered, bending to lick her nipple as he worked his way slowly inside her. “Let me in.”
Tiffany broke out in a fine sheen of sweat, struggling to relax and grant him entry.
He pushed again, and she cried out. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, concern etched into his handsome face.
With her hands on his back, she kept him right where he was. “No, don’t stop.” She gritted her teeth and lifted her hips to encourage him to continue, despite the pinch of pain.
Reaching between them, he ran a finger over her core, which sent a gush of liquid heat to help ease his entry. “That’s it,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s my girl.” He kept up a steady rhythm of small movements in and out until she began to yield to him. “So,
so
tight.”
“Is that good?” she asked, her voice squeaking.
“It’s amazing.”
His hands shifted to her bottom, lifting her higher. The new position put him in contact with a spot deep inside her that she’d never known was there.
Tiffany screamed from the sheer pleasure that shot through her entire body, which caused him to freeze. “Don’t stop!
Please
, don’t stop.” She curled her legs around him and began to move her hips, which seemed to spark something in him. He gave up the slow entry and pounded into her.
In the throes of the most incredible passion she’d ever experienced, Tiffany had the presence of mind to realize he was changing her life as he clutched her bottom and pumped relentlessly into her, striking that elusive spot with every stroke. He drove her up, up,
up
until she broke with a sudden desperate intensity that shattered her into a million pieces that could never, ever be put back together the same way they’d been before.
Chapter 4
As a rule, Blaine never spent the night with a woman anymore. Since the catastrophe with Eden, he’d gone to great lengths to avoid getting too involved. The minute he’d walked through Tiffany’s front door, however, he’d blown all his own rules to smithereens. Holding her warm, naked body close to him, Blaine couldn’t believe he’d thought he’d been having good sex all these years. He’d been having mediocre sex at best. What he’d had with Tiffany could only be called extraordinary. Never before had he felt so connected to a woman during the act, which was exactly why he should get out of her bed right now and go home while he still could.
Before he could make the move to get up, Tiffany turned over and pressed her lips to his chest, which started the fire burning all over again. Who was he fooling? After months of thinking about her and fantasizing about her, he wasn’t going anywhere as long as she wanted to be naked in bed with him.
Blaine rolled to his back and brought her with him, settling her on top of him.
She uttered a sleepy sigh of contentment. Her fragrant hair brushed against his face, and Blaine inhaled the fruity scent that would remind him always of her. How was it possible that he already wanted her again? He reached for the condom he’d put on the bedside table and maneuvered between them to roll it on.