Authors: Donna Gallagher
Behind her the soft strains of music filled the room, followed by the abrupt sound of another champagne bottle cork popping.
“Oh, that’s cold,” she whispered as Rook stroked a flute containing pink champagne down her cheek and across her lips.
Wrapping her hand around his fingers, which were still holding the glass, Pippa turned to face Rook. She brought the pink, bubbly liquid level to her lips and took a sip, running her wet tongue around the rim of the glass, then over her top lip. All the while, she looked up into Rook’s silver eyes.
My God, I could drown in those eyes
, she thought.
Her desire, her need to feel Rook’s hands all over her body made her impatient, giving her a surge of wanton courage. Pippa reached behind her back and undid the zipper that held her clingy dress together, then swayed slightly so the fabric fluttered from her body to pool around her feet.
She stood still, watching him.
Her lacy, sheer black bra and matching thong, thigh-high stay-up hosiery and six-inch stilettos were all that were between her and her fantasy.
Chapter Three
Rook loved her sexy underwear and her self-confidence, the way she had casually unzipped her dress and let it float to the floor. He had been trying to control his body’s reaction to her lips rimming the lucky champagne glass—imagining that the glass was the head of his throbbing cock had sent shivers up and down his spine. When her dress had hit the floor, the only coherent thought in Rook’s head had been,
I’m in lust!
Finishing the sweet, pink liquid in one mouthful and placing the glass on the table, Rook took a few moments to admire the view before him.
He could see her nipples pressing against the flimsy material of her bra and his mouth watered—he wanted to taste those ripe berries. Dragging his eyes away from her pert breasts, Rook let his gaze drop lower over her small waist, flat stomach and womanly shaped hips. He lingered for a few seconds to admire the tiny scrap of material that just managed to cover her pussy before moving on to relish the sight of the bare tops of her creamy thighs. His gaze roamed all the way down her long, shapely, stocking-covered legs to her feet, arched high in the sexiest ‘fuck me’ stilettos he had ever seen.
It was one awesome picture. A wet dream come true.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Cassandra.” It was all he could manage, before he dropped to his knees and nuzzled the soft mound between her legs. Worshipping all that beauty.
Rook ran his hands up and down the length of her silken legs as he rubbed his face against her covered pussy. He loved the way she arched her hips closer to his face, and as a reward he slipped a finger under the wisp of fabric that covered her soft curls and ran it down one side of her labia and up the other, giving the hard little nub of her clit a quick flick.
She moaned and shivered as his finger slowly entered her tight pussy—he felt the slight quake run down her whole body. Finding it hard to control himself, Rook stood and took her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in and out, matching the rhythm of his ministrations down below. He could feel her inner muscles clench hungrily at him.
Ignoring her moans of protest, Rook pulled his cream-coated digit away from her wetness and licked it clean. She tasted exotic and sweet. Intoxicating.
He moved his attention to her tightly puckered nipples, first blowing lightly on one before tugging at it with his teeth as he rolled and pinched at the other. Rook, inspired by her crooning sounds and the never-ending rub of her body against him, flicked open the front clasp of her bra, catching the tender soft mounds into his palms as the bra released the glorious gifts from its hold. He smiled inwardly, the knowledge he was turning her on pleasing him, as she threw her arms around his head and dragged him closer, pulling his mouth hard against one of her protruding nipples.
“Rook!” She cried out his name in a desperate plea.
After suckling for a few moments on each nipple, Rook returned to his knees and slid her panties down her legs, lifting one of her feet at a time to release the frilly lace completely.
“Princess, lean back against the chair and put one leg over my shoulder. I want to drink you dry.”
Rook was happy when she complied with his request, and he parted her folds with his thumbs, thrusting his tongue into that warm channel. The woman was so wet and tasty. Rook could have eaten her pussy for hours, but the pain of his rock-hard length pushing against the front of his jeans was distracting him. He needed to fulfil her needs first, make her come apart against his mouth, so he could ram his cock into her warm, inviting pussy. He added two fingers to her moist channel, devouring and thrusting in and around as he flattened his tongue over her clit and applied a steady pressure. He heard her whimper and felt her nails score his scalp. She was close. Rook picked up the pace and the pressure.
The clenching of her inner muscles and release of warm, sweet juices over his chin, combined with her long, low groan, were enough to confirm her orgasm. He continued to lick and suck until she pushed frantically at his head.
“Stop! It’s too much.” She moaned the words softly.
Releasing her leg from his shoulder and steadying her against the back of the chair, Rook moved a little away from her enticing scent and rose from his knees. He quickly shucked off his shirt, boots and jeans, finally allowing his cock to pop free, and covered the hard length with a condom he’d retrieved from his wallet. Rook lay down on the rug, on his back and reached for her hand.
“Come ride me, princess.”
Chapter Four
Pippa had never, in all her dreams, come close to imagining the feeling of Rook’s mouth on her pussy. She was lost in the moment. Her fantasies had been nowhere near as good as the real deal. When he’d brought her up and over the abyss, her body had shuddered uncontrollably in pure delight.
The sensations engulfing her were new to Pippa. She had never experienced anything like them before. In her few previous sexual encounters, she had never been brought to orgasm by a man’s mouth. In fact, she had very rarely orgasmed at all.
Was it just because it was
Rook’s
mouth? Pippa didn’t know and didn’t waste time thinking about it. She was going to make the most of this one night and ride Rook’s shaft for all she was worth.
Pippa straddled Rook’s body and slowly impaled herself on his hard length, her wet pussy swallowing him greedily as her muscles clenched around him. The sight of him lying beneath her was almost enough to bring her to climax again. Rook’s broad chest was covered in a thatch of blond curls. His pectoral muscles contracted under her palms. She stroked and counted off the distinct raised outlines of the six-pack of muscles that made up his abdomen—the man was truly cut.
She was trying to take mental photographs of the scene in front of her, wanting to remember, in detail, every moment of this night and this man—to freeze the moment in her memory bank forever. Something to remember, to savour, to bring out on those lonely nights when all she had to quench her sexual desires was the vibrator she kept hidden in her bedside drawer.
Lifting her body up and then thrusting down on his shaft, using her strong thighs, she rubbed and caressed Rook’s chest, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face. Reaching one hand behind her hips, she found the sac bouncing underneath Rook’s cock and cupped it, gently rolling the soft flesh in her fingers. Rook’s silver eyes became larger, looked hungrier as he grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers almost painfully into her skin, and started to pound into her, his rhythm becoming more forceful. One minute she was sitting astride his hips, the next she was sprawled out beneath him. He had taken control, rolling her over, and was now pumping into her, his pelvis grinding up against her clit with every thrust.
Pippa could feel the pressure building in her body again as his cock continually bumped against her G-spot. Every touch and thrust brought her closer to that edge, towards the high of yet another exquisitely pleasurable climax. Heat and pleasure consumed her and as Pippa’s body finally shuddered in completion, she heard Rook moan. He thrust his hips one last time, straining, before collapsing down on her.
Aware that Rook would need to dispose of the condom soon, Pippa lay still under his weight, enjoying the feel of it on her, the warmth of his body on hers, making the most of every second she had with her fantasy man. Willing it to never end. For time to stand still so she could remain in this moment of pure joy. Her dreams, her desires, had finally become reality.
And oh, what a reality.
But, just as she had anticipated, Rook all too quickly extracted himself from her body.
“Wow, that was… Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Rook spoke softly as he stroked her cheek, and rained kisses over her throat and shoulder. He lifted his head and propped himself up on his elbows.
Pippa was caught up in the beauty of his eyes, his face. Those high cheekbones, that mouth. Everything she had ever dreamed of, staring down at her.
“I need to bin this rubber—why don’t you come and have a spa bath with me? I’ve got a beauty installed in the bathroom. We could have a relaxing soak together.”
Pippa smiled at Rook’s tender attitude. It could have been awkward, the whole post-coital thing, but it wasn’t. As he stood and held out his hand to help her to her feet, she felt completely at ease, even though they were both completely naked.
They walked hand in hand down another hallway, past what appeared to be Rook’s bedroom, and into a large bathroom.
Pippa was fascinated at the way Rook casually removed the used rubber and tossed it into the waste bin, not at all embarrassed or uncomfortable with his actions in front of her. All the while, he was chatting away about the benefits of a long soak in the spa to ease stiff or sore muscles after a game, or strenuous exercise—the latter comment was followed by a cheeky grin. Pippa realised it was the first time Rook had mentioned playing rugby league. It was almost surreal, standing nude in Rook’s bathroom, watching him clean his manhood in front of her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Pippa couldn’t help the sour thought that invaded her mind—she wondered how often Rook must have sex with strangers to get that nonchalant about what seemed to her such a personal cleansing ritual. But as disturbing as the thought was, she quickly banished it again. There was no time to dwell, no reason to taint her fantasy night.
Pippa loved being in the spa, wrapped in Rook’s arms. Being able to stroke his legs and feel all that masculine power beneath her fingertips made her pussy clench in neediness again. When Rook began nibbling on her ear and neck, she couldn’t contain the moan that spilled from her. She lifted her mouth to his and licked at his bottom lip, begging for entry. Rook quickly granted her leave to explore his mouth, doing the same to hers in return.
Rook’s kisses were intoxicating. Pippa had been kissed but never so thoroughly that she lost her grip on reality. She let her mind drift and just enjoyed the feel of his tongue as it plundered and consumed her mouth. She was in heaven. She didn’t know how long they had been kissing for—it could have been minutes, hours or days—but she felt the loss when Rook pulled away.
“Kneel up and lean over the edge of the spa, princess. I need you again. Oh, babe, I need to feel my cock buried deep inside you. Are you wet for me, as ready for me as I am for you? I can’t get enough of you.”
Rook’s words were rough, almost a demand, but the look in his eyes was so desperate that Pippa felt cream coat her inner folds. She could not deny him. She wanted him, had always wanted him.
He entered her in one movement. His length filled her so completely as he thrust into her again and again. His body surrounded her, his hands on either side of her, gripping the side of the spa to give him support as he took her, ramming himself into her over and over. She clenched, pushing back on him, feeling his balls slap against her. It was lustful. Powerful. Primitive. It did not take long before another tidal wave of pleasure began to build, an uncontrollable peak her body careened helplessly towards. She did not want it to stop.
Crying out—“More!” and “Harder!”—Pippa was finding it difficult to hold her body up under the onslaught of his passion. She clung to the side of the spa as her breasts bounced over the edge, the sensitive undersides of her bosom dropping onto the coldness of the bath’s tiles, the shock of that chilly sensation in complete contrast to the rest of her body’s fierce heat, causing her nipples to tighten even more. Sensations surrounded her, owning her.
Finally, as Pippa forced her body down and Rook thrust his up, her orgasm exploded. It felt as if the Sydney Harbour’s New Year’s fireworks display had been released inside her head. Pippa shuddered and screamed Rook’s name as she trembled. Tremors of pure pleasure arced and raced throughout every nerve ending of her sated being, immersing her in a sensation so sweet, so delicious that she wanted to prolong the sensation—maybe forever.
Rook tugged her back down onto him, immersed them back into the warmth of the water. The bubble of the jets, as they came to life once again, massaged her limp body. Heaven could only wish to be this wonderful.
The spa was a great idea
, Rook thought. The whole awkward issue of what to do after sex had been quickly sorted. He’d never cleaned his dick in front of a woman before, but somehow it didn’t seem unnatural in front of Cassie. As Rook sat in the warm spa with his arms around her middle, hugging her to his chest, stroking the undersides of her floating breasts, he felt complete. He just wished he had turned on the main light so he could see her more clearly. Her little moans and sighs as he stroked her leg filled him with emotions he could not comprehend. He could not remember sex ever being so intense.
Holding this woman in his arms felt so right. Rook really didn’t understand his emotions or what was happening, but he knew that Cassandra was definitely becoming part of his life, no matter what it took to convince her. The thought made him smile.