Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (16 page)

Finally she whispered, “Lay with me. I need to feel your body against mine.” It had been so long that he had fought against his passion for this woman. Something as simple as this felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“You stay there. Close your eyes.” and he gave her a kiss on each eyelid. “I’ll tell you when you can open them.” He quickly went to the other side of the bed. He divested himself of the rest of his clothes and transferred himself to the bed. He slid in behind her and she gave a little squeal when they touched. Their bodies fit together like halves of a whole. He had forgotten how perfect this felt. He brushed her hair from her neck and started kissing and nibbling her neck and shoulders. She melted in his arms. He slid his lower arm under her neck to cradle her against him. The other slid down her soft, smooth stomach. When he reached her pubic hair he twirled the curls around his fingers. She gave a start and then sighed more deeply against him. He guided her top leg over his, and then rolled back slightly opening her legs. She understood his intent and parted her legs more. Again his hand started its decent. This time he did not stop at her mons but slipped his fingers inside her. He felt her breath catch in her throat. Then he heard a hum deep in her chest against his. My god, she’s purring, he smiled while continuing to kiss her. Michael continued exploring her till she started to moan. She was so silky, so wet, his mouth watered to taste her clit on the end of his tongue. Not yet, he thought, first he wanted to feel her body catch fire against his, feel her heart rate rise, hear her pant with longing and scream with release. She reached back and ran her fingers through his hair. Her touch made him ache. Violet took his trapped hand and began nibbling and sucking on the fingers. Now, it was Michael’s turn to moan.

Yes, I want him to enjoy this. Violet thought. After so many months of hoping, laying here with him. She shifted her hips slightly and gasped. “Oh, yes! There!” The words were out of her mouth before she could think. He obliged and she felt her clit harden like stone. He must have felt it too as he teased her. Her mind went numb to thought. There was only sensation, the flutter of kisses on her neck, the salty taste of his fingers in her mouth, a thrumming at her back, the building tension in her core. She felt it first as a tickle at the back of her brain, within seconds she was gripped with wave after wave of sensation, not only where Michael continued to touch her, stroking at that most sensitive part but her chest, her mind wheeled. She felt her hips crush against his hand. She bit down on his thumb in her mouth. Felt him bite gently into her shoulder. Heard herself loose a strangled cry. Then she was left panting. Michael’s arms came up around her pinning her hard against his chest.

“Oh Micheal, did I hurt you? It all happened so fast, I didn’t mean to bite down on your thumb. I've missed your touch.”

“Mmm, no, you didn't hurt me. Just a love bite.”

“Michael, when you were touching me, I felt something against my back that, had a mind of its own and a definite pulse.” She was smiling wickedly now.

"Michael, I will make love to you tonight." She was grinning from ear to ear. With that she pushed him to his back and pinned him to the bed. Her hands were splayed on his shoulders, his hips secure under hers, her thighs clasping them, she had her feet behind her tucked between his thighs.

He still didn’t think it would work but seeing her astride him looking so happy and delicious he almost didn’t care that there might be no release. She was so warm, and the weight of her felt so good. And...What was she doing with her hips, this was breathtaking. She had a wicked smile on her face as she continued with her hip twirling. He couldn’t speak, but he didn’t think she expected conversation. She leaned forward now and her hair cascaded over him. He raised his arms over his head to get lost in it. She continued the twirling motion of her hips. She teased him with her nipples just out of reach of his mouth. He did feel odd down there. She was sitting directly over him now with one hand stroking his belly. It was all so luxurious, he lay back and closed his eyes. Oh, God, what was she doing, his mind reeled and his eyes flew open. The sensation was not painful but startling after nothing for so long.

She had done her homework which made her smile thinking about it. No one could make any promises but with what she had read using repeated stimulation, engaging his mind, the ED drugs, should mean he would at least have a chance. Maybe it didn’t matter. He was enjoying how she felt and looked on top of him. He was startled when she stopped and got off him. But that was nothing compared to his surprise following her gaze at his penis. Holy hell! his mind whirled.

“I believe I was correct then, Doctor.” She was laughing at him while she slid her fingers up and down the still wet shaft. “Well, what do you want to do with it now?”

“I’d like you back up where you were. I’d like to… make love to you, you my own brave beautiful Lady Godiva.” he growled. Even in the half light she could see his eyes shining. She did as he asked. He reached his arms out and massaged her breasts pulling her down and forward so he could bathe the nipples with his tongue. She used her feet to spread his legs and then arching her back reached behind her and found his peritoneum and began stroking it. She saw his eyes roll back in his head, it was accompanied by a low throaty moan. She could feel him stiffen inside her. She loved what she was doing to him and what he was doing to her. Then suddenly her breath caught in her throat. She could feel herself tense, get tight and then close on him again and again. Oh god, that was what was missing. He felt so good inside her. She fought to remain upright. She heard him keen and then collapsed on top of him. He pulled her in close both of them panting.

She had hurt him, she knew it, this wasn’t a nip on the finger, she was sure she had wounded him. Why else would he scream like that? She steeled herself to look up into his face. He looked in shock. “Oh, Michael, I love you so much. I’m sorry” she whispered. He snapped out of his reverie. He turned them both over so that now she was pinned under him with her legs wrapped around his hips.

“Sorry! You’re sorry? You’ve raised the dead and you’re sorry!

She was so confused. “I heard you scream, I... Thought I had hurt you when I...” now she blushed. He laughed deeply, till tears formed in his eyes. Then kissed her till she was laughing too.

"Violet, I know this will sound ridiculous considering everything I have done with and to you but... Damn this is embarrassing. I... I was, I had never done that before. He looked to the side so she couldn't see his face. She reached over and turned his face to hers.

"Michael, I... Are you saying what I think you are saying?" She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Violet, if you start laughing I swear..."

"I only laugh at you when you are being an ass, remember? No, I want to scream to the world, I... how long do those pills last? No, I don't care. So all that and no ill effects, right? I mean other than the scream which I'll chalk up to not knowing exactly what it was all going to feel like." She was so excited she was talking a mile a minute. Then she licked her lips. "Darling, we have an awful lot of catching up to do. Can you stand me to touch you yet?"

"You can always touch me."

"You may regret saying that."

"How are the wedding plans going darling?"

"Aaaghhh!"

"That well." Michael started laughing

"Oh, you have no idea. You get to just glide in and... Are you laughing at me?"

"Never dear. Maybe you are just feeling more emotional than usual."

"What is that supposed to mean? Why do you have that smirk on your face? Oh, has Cam agreed to be your best man?"

"Yes, you know we could just go get married at City Hall. Avoid all the bother of..."

"Oh wouldn't you be surprised if I said yes!"

"We may want to move the wedding up dear."

"What?, I don't know how I'm going to get everything done as it is."

"Well, it will be your first so you shouldn't show too much?"

"Wait what, my first...wedding? It will be my only damn wedding I can tell you."

"No dear, um, in all the excitement you haven't forgotten something? Something that shows up fairly regularly, monthly to be exact."

"Michael, I am up to my ears in plans, the invasion of Normandy was less work. What are you talking about?"

Violet, dear, you are pregnant, at least I suspect so."

"I'm what?"

"With child, my child, hence the ridiculous grin I can't get rid of. Um, that first night, we were rather focused on other things. We never really considered protection, I especially should have known better but..."

"That can't be right, I got my period... Oh! Oh! Michael!"

"Violet is it so awful?"

"No, just a shock, I'm scared."

"I promise to be with you every step of the way. So, Violet, can we just elope, tell a few friends, be done with the formalities. I want to spend every minute I can with my wife and child. God, in a million years I never thought I'd say that."

Violet let the papers she was holding fall to the floor. Walking over to Michael she sat on his lap. "I want that too. I suppose this means I am not your Kitten anymore?"

"You will always be my Kitten, quite frankly, I think that when you are 9 months pregnant I will still want you to walk around naked if for no other reason than I find you breathtaking. Though for the sake of the children things would have to get a little tamer."

"Children?"

"Oh, yes, a village to fill this huge house of yours my Lady Godiva."

Lovers and Other Strangers Book Two

Being auctioned off like a piece of meat was not high on Joseph Camenitti's bucket list, meeting a mystery woman from his past, that he could like, a lot.

Evie Tolland had spent WAY too long thinking of herself as the ugly duckling and that was going to change immediately.

He's all caveman, she's an old fashioned girl. Something's gotta give!

Her back was to the door but she knew when he walked in. He was growling at her. She whipped around to face him. He was stunning, lean like a jungle cat. Dark curly hair and sapphire blue eyes. His skin was flushed from practice. She could smell his scent like an animal in heat, and it made her mouth water.

"I finally have you alone." The roughness of his voice nipped at her nerves making her jump.

"Wha... What are you going to do?" His smile told her he'd do exactly as he pleased.

"I'm going to do what you've wanted me to all along. I am going to show you what happens to good girls that want to be wild." He crowded against her, pressing his body tight to hers. His erection was tight against her belly. She licked her lips. She wanted him pressed against her, reveled in his warmth. The animal attraction of him made her bite at her lips. Why hadn't he kissed her yet?

"Kiss me." It came out of her like a breath.

"Not yet. If you want me, show me. Undress."

"Here? In the cafeteria?"

"Now!" She started unbuttoning her shirt but she was too slow for him and he pulled the sides apart popping the buttons off. Then both their clothes were off. His mouth was everywhere. His hands were so warm and strong holding her, pinning her to him. Her skin felt like it glowed reflecting back the heat of him. She was mesmerized. She inhaled the spicy male scent of him. She could not stop herself, she licked down the center of his chest. His hand clutched at her hair.

"I've got a better use for your tongue." He held her by her hair as he guided her down the length of him. He was tall but not gangly, his body beautifully formed. His pale skin frosted with dark hair across his chest and ran in a line down his body forming a nest around his cock.

"Yes, please, I want you in my mouth."

"Good girl, I love when you beg." She rubbed her face against his abdomen then licked at the tip of him. The salty musky flavor of him on her tongue made her want more. She kissed him and then ran her tongue up his shaft, licking a new drop from the tip. She took just the head between her lips. He was so warm, so smooth, and so hard. She dragged her teeth along the underside and heard him hiss. She smiled with him still in her mouth, happy she could please him. She pressed her face against him taking in more. She felt him at the back of her throat and felt him shiver as she swallowed. His hand was still in her hair and now he dragged her off him. She whimpered when he pulled out of her mouth.

"I don't want to go off there. On the table, spread your legs. I need to prepare you to take me." She was on the table before she could blink. He released her hair as he laid her down. He spread her legs farther and reached between them with both his hands.

"This is mine and no one else's. Is that clear. You are mine. Say it!"

"I am yours. Only yours." She was writhing in anticipation of his touch. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs. He stroked his thumbs over the outer lips of her sex. He was teasing her, making her want it more. Then his thumbs dipped into her, easing her lips apart, exposing her essence to him.

"Do you want it like a good girl?"

"Yes." She whispered

"Liar. You want it bad. You want me to take you hard."

"Oh God, yes." She felt his fingers thrust into her without warning. She was so wet it didn't matter. His thumb stroked up on her clit when he pushed in again. She drenched his hand with her juices.

"Now you are ready for me. I can feel how close you are. I want to feel you come around my cock." He took his hand away and moved over her. She could feel him at her entrance. In one thrust he was fully inside her. With every thrust he marked her as his, imprinting himself on her soul.

"Mine, you are mine."

Evie's eyes flew open as the first wave of her orgasm rolled through her. She lay in bed shaking, her hips twitching to the spasms happening inside her. Oh dear God, she was too old to be having dreams like this. It was the middle of the night and now she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She wanted to cry, to scream. Who the hell thought she would still be a virgin at thirty five. Bernard had been hinting that he wanted to date her… Ugh, no. She didn't know why but he just seemed all wrong. Besides, if she was going to even think about this she wanted someone that at least turned her on. Too bad she didn't know any guys that did. She needed to go back to sleep but when she closed her eyes now all she could see was him. She hadn't thought about 'dreamboat' in ages. He had been breathtaking in high school. Maybe she should look him up, hell that's what Facebook was for? Right, so she could find out he was happily married with 2 kids. Or worse, single but had let himself go like ex-jocks do but still thought he was a stud, Eww. She laughed, hey at least in her fantasies he was still damn hot, he could just stay there, nice and safe and all hers. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep with a smile on her face.