However, for today at least, it surely was the most important.
A combination of terror and euphoria flooded her senses and paralyzed her muscles. She felt the now familiar sensation of her nipples hardening and her pussy clenching as moisture ever so slightly dampened her panties.
Michelle felt the heat of Joe’s body moments before his hands came to rest on her shoulders.
“Do you want something to drink, sweetheart?”
Despite the fact her throat felt as if she’d just swallowed a mouth full of sawdust, she shook her head. Then, because she didn’t want to be a complete wimp about things, said, “No, thank you.” She’d felt so brazen in the car after that atomic kiss, and now she knew Joe could feel the trembles shimmying through her body.
Michelle understood there could be no help for that. Even a woman who’d grown up in Lusty, Texas, and had heard all the lore, one who had married friends who felt quite free with personal information, would be nervous at a time like this.
Maybe she was being a bit of a coward, but she thought it might be easier to tell him while he remained behind her, lightly stroking her arms. She felt nervous and was almost afraid of what he might say about the confession she was about to make.
“I need to tell you something. I’ve…well, I’ve never done this before.”
Joe’s hands left her arms, but she had no time to worry because he slid his arms around her and hugged her tight.
“Thank you for waiting for me.” He kissed her just below her right ear, and she shivered. Then he sighed. “I need to tell you something, too.”
He eased her around so that she faced him. He met her gaze and held it. “I love you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever said that to.”
Her heart filled with joy, and she opened her mouth to give him his words right back. His finger brushed her lips, and even though the serious expression in his eyes nearly made her heart clutch in fear she nodded, and waited.
“I love you, and it’s a forever kind of love, and I see in your eyes that you maybe feel the same way about me. But baby, only say the words to me if I’m going to be the
only
man, from this moment on, that you say them to.”
Understanding dawned, and she wondered in that instant if the fact that she
was
from Lusty had given him pause before he finally decided to reach out for her.
He’d said he loved her, and he hadn’t actually proposed, but his words—and the look in his eyes—gave her heart the certain knowledge that here stood the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life, the man she would grow old with.
Michelle took a tiny half step closer to him, so that the heat of him permeated her and the solid ridges of his body braced her softer curves. She looked up into his serious gaze and knew her own appeared just as solemn. This was as sacred a moment as she’d ever known. Her nerves calmed as her heart took over. “I reserve the right to say them to our son when he becomes an adult, and to our daughter’s husband, if she marries a man I can love like a son.”
Joe’s hands trembled as he ran them up and down her sides. “That sounds very reasonable to me.”
“I love you, Joe Grant. You’re the only man
I’ve
ever said those words to—and the only one I’ll
ever
allow inside my body.”
He cupped her face in his big, square hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, once, twice. And then he lowered his lips to hers.
Michelle opened wide to him, surrendering to him then and there as she had never even thought to surrender to another. The taste of him had become a fine craving, and she indulged herself as she slid her tongue against his over and over again.
He growled low in his throat, and the sound did something to her arousal, something that felt raw and primitive. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his.
His hands had left her face and roamed seemingly at will, down her back and then up, along her sides so that his thumbs could stroke the sides of her breasts. Her nipples peaked even more tightly, and she couldn’t resist the urge to rub her chest against his.
Then he cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her into his erection. Desperation drove her to roll her hips, and she felt his hard cock brush close to her pussy.
Michelle groaned and broke the kiss. “Please, Joe. I feel like I’m on fire. Please, I need you so very badly.”
“Shhh, baby, don’t beg. I’m going to take such good care of you.” He ran his hands up and down her back, and hugged her tight. Then he swept them over her bottom, and squeezed lightly again, even as he took a tiny step back. “You’re not the only one on fire. I feel as if I’ve wanted you forever.”
She’d dressed with care, not certain if the condoms in her purse would get used, or not. But she’d been hopeful, so very hopeful, because she’d realized when she’d awakened that morning that she was all the way in love with this man. When he’d dropped her home after lunch with the promise of an evening together to come, she’d made a bold decision.
She’d pulled out the sexy lingerie set Tracy had given her last Christmas, the lingerie she’d never had the nerve to wear.
The white bra with discreet yet effective support had lifted her breasts and actually made her look sexy. The tiny bikini panties differed from the full briefs she usually wore and had felt sexy as hell. She’d had her doubts about the garter, but everything she’d ever heard or read confirmed their status as come-fuck-me apparel. So she’d put them on and felt daring. Finally, the stockings Tracy had thoughtfully included in the package in a very sheer nude color finished the ensemble. The soft satin of the garments caressed her skin and made her think of soft white sheets and heated bodies.
Though she would have been content if he’d only
wanted
her, the fact that he loved her made everything that was about to happen more than right. Michelle had a feeling it was going to be perfect.
Now the time had come for her lover—her first and her last—to discover them.
Joe stepped back from her after giving her a sweet, sweet kiss. Oh, the sparkle in his eyes—devil heat and angel heart—felt like a fine silky feather stroking her arousal. He took two steps toward the bed. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the top of the bedding, coverlet and top sheet both, and, his gaze meeting hers, drew the linens down.
He came back to her, and once more kissed her, this touch a shade playful as he used his tongue to lightly stroke her lips.
“If I’d realized this was going to be your first time, sweetheart, I would have had candles, and flowers and music. I would have made it special for you.”
Michelle was a virgin, and what was about to unfold there in the privacy of this king room at the Hilton truly unknown to her. But one thing she did know beyond a doubt.
“There’s only one thing I need to make this special, Joe, and that’s you.”
He cupped her face and kissed her. His lips felt reverent on hers, and Michelle’s eyes drifted closed as she gave herself over to the wonder of his kiss. Her tongue caressed his, and she thought the sensuous glide and slide seemed like a dance, a delicate waltz they performed to music only the two of them could hear.
Joe moved his hands over her, and her heart thudded in her chest at the gossamer caress. Her nipples turned rock hard, as if they strained forward, as if they had a mind of their own and could court his touch.
“I need to see you, sweetheart.”
His fingers worked quickly to release the buttons of her blouse. Nerves and need held her still, as he used a sweeping motion to push the garment off her. Rather than let her blouse fall to the floor, he laid it neatly across the bedside table.
She gulped hard, and despite the sexy lingerie, despite everything, her nerves bubbled to the surface. Her insecurities chose that moment to scream at her and she said, “I’m not beautiful.”
His gaze had been on her breasts, and when he raised his head she couldn’t doubt the impassioned fire blazing in his eyes.
“You are to me. You’re more than beautiful to me, sweetheart, you’re perfect.” He took her hand, kissed it, and then brought it down and placed it on his cock.
Oh my God, I didn’t know they came that big!
“You do this to me, and you have for months. I can’t wait to see, and touch and kiss every beautiful inch of you, sweetheart.”
He held her gaze for another moment, and Michelle felt herself begin to melt. Then he grinned and bent down just enough that he could kiss the top of her breasts protruding above her lacy bra.
Michelle shivered as tiny tendrils of delight raced over her flesh and through her body to her very core. Hot and horny, and feeling wild and wicked, desire consumed her, pulsing through her veins and beating her heart. Her hands no longer shook as they combed through his hair. She wanted to hold him there, right there, where the heat of his mouth, so close to her nipples, tantalized and teased.
He reached up and with just two fingers flicked the front clasp of the bra open. Her breasts spilled out of their confinement, and Joe made a pleased humming sound as he caught them in his hands. And then he nuzzled until his lips found her left nipple and he sucked it into his hot, wet mouth.
Michelle moaned as she felt her knees go weak. Joe slipped one arm around her waist. In the next instant the world tilted as he picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He laid her on the bed, released her nipple, and fastened his lips on hers.
She wound her arms around his neck and would have pulled him onto her, but he resisted. He proved his control of the kiss when he altered the seduction from openmouthed carnality to light butterfly kisses that he placed everywhere on her face.
She opened her eyes and had to smile in response to his huge grin. “I’m going to climb on you, baby, don’t you worry about that. Just let me get you naked, first.”
He must have fully understood how nervous she was at the prospect of letting him see her bare, because as his hands worked the button and zipper on the left side of her skirt, he kept his gaze locked on hers. Cool air kissed her flesh as that piece of clothing was taken from her, and set aside.
He let his gaze flick down. Wordlessly his eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and he inhaled through his teeth.
He couldn’t have done anything to set her more at ease, to assure her that he did indeed find her attractive, than that.
“God in Heaven, woman, you’re trying to kill me.”
Michelle giggled. “No, I think I was trying to seduce you.”
Joe gulped as he swallowed. “You succeeded.” Then he reached forward and brushed the back of his hand against the apex of her thighs.
Oh, God
. The shimmery thrill felt like an electric shock that sizzled all over her body. Her flesh puckered everywhere. Her hips rolled to follow his caress, and she whimpered.
“I can smell your arousal, baby, and it’s getting me hotter than I’ve ever been.”
She felt his hands shake as he made very quick work of peeling her out of every scrap of clothing she wore. Then he stood, and Michelle expected to hear the sound of rending fabric, he stripped so fast.
Her gaze flicked down to his cock, and she felt her eyes widen. That part of him that would soon be hers stood erect and proud, the purple head swollen, with a tiny drop of moisture coating the top of it. He was huge!
Her breathing hitched and she shivered in awareness as he leaned over her. He slipped his hands under her ass and moved her further up onto the bed.
“I’ll fit inside you just fine, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She ran her hands up his arms. Bless him for asking, for bringing her focus back on what was most important. “I do trust you, and I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful, Michelle.” Joe crawled up the bed and kissed her. This kiss was as hot as the one he’d given her in the car earlier. Lush and long, his tongue stroked hers in a way that bordered on the forceful.
Michelle reveled in the hint of domination. She relished giving him everything she had, taking all that he would give in return.
He stretched out, half beside her, half above her, and she lost herself in the heat of him. Brazenly bold, she ran her hands over his body, up along his arms, then down his back. The solidness of him, the muscles she felt just there, flexing so subtly as he kissed her made her female bits hum in pleasure.
He eased back and ran his hand over her, across her breasts then down to her slit. He stroked her, using his fingers to brush against her pussy lips, then gently delved between them, just to her opening. Michelle bowed off the bed, the thrill of his touch sharp and sweet. Her breath choppy, she flexed her pelvic floor muscles and whimpered. She could feel her juices coat his fingers.
“You’re so hot and so wet for me, baby.”
“Please, Joe.” She reached down, all her shyness forgotten, until her hand found his cock. She could barely wrap her hand around him, and when she brushed her thumb over the top of his cockhead, she felt the satiny drop of pre-cum, and rubbed it back and forth.
“Talk about hot and wet.”
He grinned, then leaned over and kissed her again, his tongue slick and soft, wild and wet as he seemed to try to devour her.