Pure Lust (Lust for Life) (11 page)

He pulled aside the shoulder of her top and grazed his teeth
over her exposed skin.

Claire buried one hand in his hair and let her head fall to
the side. “Thank you for breaking your promise.” She shivered when he licked
his way back up her neck.

She was gripping his hair for dear life when he claimed her
mouth again, his tongue sliding deep. He started walking her backward, and she
knew where they were heading. Some prissy part of her wanted to push him away,
because she was almost forty years old and a respectable woman her age didn’t
have sex with a man in his old bedroom at his parents’ house, but she found
herself lying back on the bed anyway.

He never broke the deep connection he had to her mouth as he
positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his cock against her through
their clothes. She moaned and rocked with him when he did it again, and again,
and again. She could do nothing but hold on tight as he kissed her mouth, her
neck, exposed one of her breasts and shifted to suck her nipple into his mouth
so hard her teeth ground together.

She whispered his name as a warning, because really…they
couldn’t. It was going to kill her to stop at that point, because it was only
going to take a little more pressure and she was going to come, fully dressed,
but they just couldn’t.

He lightened the pressure on her nipple until he was only
kissing her lightly, then he put her bra and her top back in place with a
reluctant sigh.

“I know,” he whispered, planting light kisses on her chest.
“I just wanted to make out with you in my old bed.” He worked his way slowly up
her throat. “Where I used to think about doing this to you when I was a
clueless boy.”

“I have to admit I prefer doing this with the man who knows
exactly what he’s doing.” Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest when he
raised his head and graced her with that stunning smile of his.

“I’d’ve already made a mess all over you and me both if we’d
done this back then,” he said with a chuckle, and planted a light kiss on her
lips. “Invite me home with you.”

She gave him a look. “As if you have to ask.”

“I have a present for you,” he said with a naughty smile.

She put a hand over his mouth when he moved to kiss her.
“What kind of present?”

He nipped at her fingers but she pulled them away in time.

“Trust me, you’ll love it.”

The bag he brought in with him wasn’t small enough to be
jewelry, thank goodness. Him sending her an entire garden’s worth of flowers
over the course of two weeks was one thing. Flowers were temporary, like their
relationship. She wouldn’t have known how to react if he gave her a permanent
reminder of their too-short affair.

Diego handed her the bag the moment she closed her front
door, wrapped his arms around her, not giving her time to so much as peek
inside the bag before he was kissing her senseless and walking her backward
toward her bedroom. She was instantly caught up in it, the heady taste and
smell of him, the way his entire body seemed to have gone taut with
anticipation, including his strong, muscular thighs that bumped and shifted
against hers as they moved down the hall together.

Popeye jumped off the bed as they went through the door and
ran past them to the living room, as if he already sensed what was coming,
making them laugh.

“Poor guy,” Diego said, still holding her tight with one arm
as he closed the door.

Claire rolled her eyes. “Poor guy, my ass. He gets plenty of
attention when you’re not here. For that matter,” she kissed his throat, “he
gets plenty of attention when you are here. Just not when we’re having naked
time.”

His smile flashed. “We have a lot of naked time when I’m
here.”

She sat when she felt the edge of her bed against the backs
of her legs.

“Hallelujah for that,” she said, watching him go down slowly
on one knee, making a big show out of removing one of the little black flats
she was wearing.

“Open your present,” he prompted, taking off her other shoe
before wrapping his long fingers around her ankles.

She’d been so distracted by the sight of him on his knees
she’d nearly forgotten. Claire opened the small black bag and paused, knowing
exactly what she was seeing but hardly believing it. She thought he’d either
forgotten or hadn’t been interested in going there—that his silence on the
situation since they’d first talked about it had meant it was off limits.
Apparently she’d been wrong.

“What do you think?” he asked, going up on his knees and
reaching for the button on her capri jeans.

She pulled a small, purple, cone-shaped piece of silicone
out of the bag. Her body reacted instantly, the tingling in her clit vibrant
the way it always was when she knew she and Diego were going to fuck. Only this
time was different.

“A butt plug,” she said, going for droll. Only her mouth had
gone dry so it came out as a nervous croak. “How sweet of you.”

“What can I say?” he asked with a shrug, lowering her
zipper. “I’m a sweet guy.”

She set the plug aside and dumped the rest of the contents
of the bag onto the comforter. There was also a long, slim dildo, a little
silver bullet-shaped vibrator—both of them still in their packages—a box of
condoms and a bottle of lube.

“Are we going to need all of this?”

He lifted her hips and she stood. “We’ve got two days left.”
He hooked his fingers into the waist of her jeans and panties and began to
slowly lower both, his eyes watching every inch of her as it became exposed.
“We’ll get to all of it eventually.”

And then he was going to leave. For good. Move on to someone
else, or many someone elses, and she was going to have to pick herself up off
the floor and carry on.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat and pulled off
her shirt, then removed her bra, sitting in front of him completely naked while
he knelt in front of her, completely dressed. She shivered when she realized
those erotic green eyes of his were riveted between her legs as she stepped out
of her pants.

And when he sat back on his heels and looked up the length
of her body, for the very first time in her life she felt beautiful. No, more
than beautiful. Having a man as gorgeous and sexy as Diego Rodriguez looking up
at her that way, his cock hard and straining against the front of his jeans for
her
, made her feel like a goddess.

“Show me heaven,” he said.

Claire shifted so she was perched on the edge of the bed and
opened her legs. He could have asked her to go out in the middle of the street
naked and sing the
Star-Spangled Banner
at the top of her lungs at the
moment and she would have done it.

Eyes still on hers, he put his hands on her knees and spread
her wider. “Lie back.”

And she did. She looked up at the ceiling and felt his hands
travel quickly up the insides of her thighs, and then his mouth was on her
without warning. She gasped as his tongue expertly found her clit and licked,
making her stomach and thighs tremble.

He hooked his hands under the backs of her knees and pushed
them up until they were spread high and wide. “Hold these for me, will ya?” he
asked with a chuckle, and she grabbed her own legs by the backs of her knees.
“Good girl,” he added running his hands down the backs of her legs before
covering her clit with his mouth.

He pushed his middle finger deep inside of her and sucked,
teased, swirled, toyed with her clit until she was trembling from head to toe,
gasping his name.

With his mouth still on that swollen, needy bundle of
nerves, he stroked the space between her cunt and her asshole with the slick
tip of his finger, teasing until her hips were lifting with each stroke, trying
to trick him into touching her asshole. And then he did, circling her tight,
previously untouched entrance with just the right amount of pressure to cause
her body to go from reflexively tightening to relaxing for him.

He fully covered her clit with his mouth, his tongue putting
the most delicious kind of pressure on her, and pressed his finger against her
anus, making her back arch off the bed as she came with a sob so loud she could
hardly believe herself. He continued to stroke both places, bringing her orgasm
to a peak she’d never experienced before, making her cry out as it finally
reached an apex and she started to descend.

Through the fog of pleasure she heard him say, “My God I
love your body.”

He was no longer touching her. She slowly released the death
grip she had on her legs and let them lower until her feet were touching the
floor, the strength temporarily gone out of them. When she peeled open her eyes
she found he’d already undressed.

She wanted to say she loved his body too, because it was
magnificent, but she worried the only part would come out was that she loved
him. Period.

He dropped onto his arms above her. “I love the way you
respond to me,” he whispered, eyes intense.

He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on her
mouth, making her pussy flood with a fresh wave of wet heat.

“I love the sounds you make and the way you give yourself
over to me completely.” His teeth nipped at her jaw and she felt the head of
his cock nudge the entrance of her pussy. “Just a little,” he said, and pushed his
hard, hot thickness deep in one plunge.

Claire wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and
brought his mouth down to hers for more of his kiss. Her legs went up around
his waist and her body clenched him tight where he was slowly sliding in and
out of her, stoking the fire inside of her body to infernal again.

After a few minutes, he moaned and then shuddered as he pulled
out of her.

She groaned in protest and tried to bring him back, but he
raised up out of her grip.

“No,” he told her with no small amount of regret, picking up
the bottle of lube. “You and I are not finished with this little exploration
yet.”

He dropped a generous dose of lube onto his fingers, snapped
the cap closed, and touched his slicked fingers to the tight ring of muscles of
her anus. A powerful new kind of tingle similar to the thrill caused by the
first drop down a roller coaster rippled along her spine as he circled her with
more pressure than he’d used the first time.

He lowered his head and kissed her nipple and she felt the
rush all the way through her body. She relaxed exactly where he needed her to
and then the tip of his finger was inside of her. She moaned when the sensation
caused a rush so powerful she could no longer keep her eyes open to watch what
he was doing.

Every part of her awareness became sharply focused on the
connection between what he was doing to her breast with his mouth and his
finger slowly pushing deeper, touching her where she’d never been touched
before. And for the love of God it was so much better than she’d ever imagined.

His finger slid all the way in and his thumb stroked through
the soaked folds of her pussy to rub her clit, making her teeth grind together
and moan. He hummed his approval at the sound and every muscle in her body
twitched with the vibration coursing through that direct line from breast to
sex.

She could hardly catch her breath, and she didn’t know what
she was supposed to do. Did she move against him? Did she lie there and let him
torture her until she was screaming for release? How long was she going to be
able to take the new, unbelievably erotic sensation before she broke apart,
shattered and ruined forever?

Diego kissed his way up the center of her chest slowly, his
finger still buried deep, thumb smoothly working her clit. “How you doin’ so
far?” he asked in a whisper.

She wanted to tell him it was the best thing that had
happened between them yet, but all she could do was lick her dry lips and nod.
That constant thrill was still humming vibrantly along her spine, up the back
of her neck, into her back teeth. She was sure if she tried to speak nothing
would come out but an embarrassing squeak.

Claire managed to peel her eyes open to look at him, and was
struck yet again by how absolutely beautiful he was—his dark skin flushed and
the pupils of his eyes so wide with arousal she could hardly see that amazing
shade of green.

She drew in a deep shuddering breath when he pulled his
finger out, then cried out reflexively when he pushed it back in.

“I want you,” she heard herself say.

“Here?” he asked, amusement lighting his eyes as he wiggled
the finger inside her.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. She nodded.

“I really don’t know if you’re ready for that yet.” He
finished with a chuckle.

God, she really didn’t either. Because his finger, while it
was long and really beautiful but not unusually thick, felt enormous invading
such an intimate, untouched space on her body. The thought of his thick cock
inside her there was suddenly…scary.

“On second thought,” she managed and smiled when he laughed.

“I tell you what.” He removed his finger and chose the dildo
from the collection of toys on the bed. “How ‘bout we compromise?”

He made quick work out of applying lube to the bulbous end,
then touched it to her body. She was more than ready for it when he slipped it
inside her, the length of it reaching farther than his finger had, touching a
new, wonderful point that heightened the humming along her nerve endings.

When he positioned himself between her legs again, she was
more than ready for him. She felt full to capacity as he entered her slowly,
fully aware of being filled in both places, the dildo making her pussy tighter.

“Oh, Diego,” she sighed, locking her fingers around the back
of his neck when he grunted in pleasure and rested his forehead to hers. “My
God, that’s…amazing.”

He touched his lips to hers lightly and started to rock his
hips, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up the pace at her encouragement
until she was writhing beneath him. But it wasn’t enough. She’d had a taste and
now she wanted it all.

She took his face in her hands and met his gaze. “I want you
in me there.”

For a long moment there was nothing but the sound of their
breathing as his eyes searched hers. “You sure?”

She nodded, the movement quick and jerky, giving away her
nerves. “Very sure.”

He kissed her as he pulled out of her, then carefully
removed the dildo.

“On your stomach, sweetheart,” he said, and Claire realized
his hands were shaking as he positioned her over a couple of pillows the way he
had when he’d taken her from behind their first night together. Whether he was
trembling from nerves or anticipation she couldn’t say, but it was sexy as
hell.

He got a condom out of the box and sheathed himself, then
applied a generous amount of lube to her, making her gasp and then giggle like
an anxious girl. She moaned as he circled her with his thumb, relaxing her more
than the dildo had by pushing the thick pad of the digit inside of her, teasing
and stretching gently.

And then she felt the head of his cock touching her there.
She gripped her comforter and forced herself to relax as he very slowly pushed
just the thick head inside, causing an even bigger thrill-ride rush to wash
through her. Through the sound of blood rushing through her ears she heard him
moan her name, then push just a little deeper.

“More, Diego,” she croaked, her body more alive than ever.

“Oh yes, ma’am,” he groaned and thrust forward in a long,
excruciatingly slow movement that she felt all the way up the back of her
spine.

Wet heat rushed through her pussy. Her clit throbbed. Her
nipples were tight where they were pressed against the soft fabric of the
comforter, and her man was working his way inside her body in a way she’d only
fantasized about before.

Emotion tingled in her nose and her eyes threatened to fill
with tears as he folded himself over her back and kissed her shoulder. He
wasn’t all the way inside of her, but it felt as if his cock had grown to epic
proportions. It was phenomenal.

“Still doing all right?” he asked, the restraint in his
voice loud and clear.

In fact, she could feel it in every muscle of his body where
he was touching her.