RidingtheWaves (15 page)

“I’m sure I can be convinced to forgive you.” She tiptoed
and planted a soft kiss to his lips. “Let me grab my purse and coat so we can
get out of here.”

He followed her home in a rental car and it was the longest
drive of her life. No sooner had they entered the house than Morton shot out of
the laundry room past her feet, skidded under the table and then charged down
the hallway.

Brent chuckled. “Looks like kitty is in a hurry tonight.”

“It seems that way,” she replied, removing her coat. She
draped it over the back of a chair. “Morton? Here, kitty-kitty.” She snapped
her fingers. “Come get a treat.” When he neglected to reappear she headed to
the pantry. “I’ll be right back. Obviously he’s feeling ornery and up to no
good.”

After grabbing a handful of fish-shaped treats, she scurried
down the hall to her bedroom where he often hid under the bed. The instant she
turned on the light and stepped into the room, Morton darted out of the closet
and wrapped his furry self around her ankles. “You little shit.” She smiled
while she squatted and opened her fist, offering the treats. His rough, tiny
tongue licked her palm clean then he raised his nose in the air and sauntered
toward the bed.

She kicked off her shoes and set them in the closet before
she returned to the family room where Brent stood in the kitchen doorway with a
duffel bag settled near his feet.

Inhaling a fortifying breath, she turned and locked her gaze
on his face while she walked across the room. Her heart boomed inside her chest
as his eyes narrowed to seductive slits. As she drew near, the intoxicating
scent of his cologne grew stronger. She drank it in while stopping and placing
her hands on his cheeks. His features relaxed instantly and he smiled. As he
lowered his face for a kiss his huge arms embraced her, pulling her close. His
lips were gentle at first, nibbling and whispery, then they hardened in
desperation.

His arms tightened. The cool temperature from his leather
jacket seeped through her blouse and chilled her breasts. She snuggled closer,
pressing her hardened nipples against his chest. She couldn’t get enough of him
and needed him more than her next heartbeat.

Sliding fingers into the hair above his ears, she held him
close. His mouth was warm and minty. Like a magnet, her tongue was drawn to
his. She twirled and suckled it, swallowing his throaty growls as he shoved his
leg between her thighs and walked her backward, trapping her against the family
room wall.

Pussy juice gushed onto her panties when he grabbed her
wrists and pinned her arms above her head. He locked them in place with one
hand while the other slithered inside the bottom of her blouse and under her
bra. His calloused fingertips squeezed her nipple. Tingles shot up her spine
and her blood overheated. “Mmm,” she moaned behind his lips.

“Mmm, what? Talk to me.”

Mmm everything.
She rested her forehead against his
chest.

Each physical aspect about him deserved a great big
mmm
.
His demanding mouth—hard cock pressing into her belly—rough fingers pinching and
rolling her swollen nipple. “It feels good.” Wow, she’d missed him.

“Look into my eyes when you speak to me, Annalee.”

Languidly she tilted her face upward, fluttering her lashes
open. The utter power radiating from his gaze set her on fire. He’d made her
feel protected and secure, but neither measured up to the erotic sensation of
being dominated. In that moment she would’ve rolled naked through the
snowdrifts if he’d told her to. “Yes?”

“Now, talk to me.”

Couldn’t he read her body language? What did he want her to
say? She’s melting and if he didn’t fuck her soon she’d liquefy into a puddle
at his feet? Forget the foreplay and go straight to the pounding? God, she hurt
in such a good way. “I love how you make me feel.”

He sucked in a breath as his eyes narrowed seductively. “And
how’s that?” he asked, pushing his penis against her lower abdomen.

What an amazingly hard cock. Perspiration gathered along the
back of her neck while visualizing it slipping inside of her. “Hot,” she
whispered in a sigh, resting her head against the wall. “On fire.”
Hornier
than fuck.
How unladylike, but oh so true.

While tightening his grip around her wrists, he pulled and
twisted the nipple he’d captured. Deliciously painful tingles wormed to her
tummy then lower to her pussy. An inferno of heat sprouted between her thighs.
She gasped. “Ah cripe, Brent.”
Harder
.
Twist it harder. Squeeze me.

“Is it too much?”

She shook her head. If he only knew.

“I can’t hear you, Annalee.”

“Nooo.”

He nudged her nose with his. “Not enough?”

“No.”

His lips performed a waltz along her throat, planting warm
kisses over her clavicle, to her breast where he lifted her blouse, captured
her throbbing nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

Whoa!
The intense prickles forced her hips to jut
forward. As if the boggling sensation hadn’t rendered her mindless, he
unfastened her pants, slid his hand inside the front between her legs and
slipped a finger in her vagina, curving the tip into her G-spot.

“Ahhh.”
Right there.
She sucked in a breath and held
it while her bunched nerves exploded into bright, airy sparks.

He removed his mouth from her breast and settled it beside
her ear. “Damn it woman, you bring out the beast in me.” He thrust his finger
deep, pulled it back, thrust it again, over and over, coaxing her hips into
rhythm.

When he laid his thumb on her clit and pressed she nearly
shattered from the inside out. His eyes bored into hers as he covered her lips
with his mouth, silencing her moans with a slip of his tongue.

In the breath of a second he removed his hand from between
her legs and shoved her pants and underwear down her hips and thighs. She
wiggled them to her ankles and kicked them aside.

Brent released her arms and, after unhooking his button and
zipper, he pulled his cock free and slipped on a condom he’d removed from his
wallet. In one swift motion, he lifted her to his groin and shoved himself deep
inside her cunt. She groaned as she stretched open, her walls clenching and
relaxing while adjusting to his long, thick shaft.

He separated their mouths. “Take it all, baby. I know you
can do it.”

Yes, she could, but she didn’t know if it’d happen before
she climaxed. An orgasm throbbed on the tips of her nerves, ready to burst any
second. The deeper he pushed, the more it teetered toward the edge. She buried
her face in his neck. “Oh God,” she whimpered. “I’m not going to make it.”

“Then let go, Annalee,” he gritted through clamped teeth.

The rumble in his voice and the desperation in his hands
gripping her ass while grinding his cock against her cervix threw her over the
top. Her inside convulsed, squeezing him tight while the climax erupted.

He rammed into her, milking every last spasm from her pussy.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he growled and ejaculated deep
inside her.

For a long time he held her, placing soft kisses along her
brow and cheeks. “There’s a gift for you on the kitchen table, baby. Go open
it.” Slowly he stood her on her feet.

A gift? For me?
“What is it?”

“A belated birthday gift. There’s more, but you’ll get those
in time.”

After she stepped into her pants and panties, she walked
away, glancing over her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Technically, it’s more for me than you.”

A shiny black garment box wrapped in a dark-pink velvet bow
sat on the table. Tucked beneath the ribbon lay a tiny white envelope. Her
fingers trembled as she opened it and removed a card.
Happy birthday, baby.
I adore you. Trust I will never hurt you. Come to me. Love, Brent.

Her heart fluttered. She smiled while picking up the gift.
It was lightweight and felt empty, but something shifted around on the inside.
Carefully she removed the ribbons and bow and lifted the lid. A beautiful, red,
lacy corset with matching crotchless panties lay folded inside a sheet of white
tissue paper. As she held the articles to examine, Brent came up behind her,
grasped her biceps and brought his lips to her ear.

“Put them on, Annalee,” he whispered. “And be prepared to
give details about the night I stole your virginity,” he added, gliding his
hands to her elbows then upward to her shoulders.

Whoa. That entailed some really dark, dirty secrets. She
nodded and closed her eyes as his warm breath slid down her neck and spread all
over her body. How desperately she’d missed this.

“I’ll be in your bedroom. I’ve missed my woman so don’t make
me wait long.”

A slight tremble shook her spine and while she dawdled in
the delicious sensations, he disappeared before she had the chance to open her
eyes and turn around.

Taking a final look at the lacy garments, she walked down
the hallway and into the bathroom where she stood in front of the mirror,
waiting for the pitter-patter of her heartbeat to slow down.

He’d come home!
Thank you, God.

After stepping out of her clothes she grabbed a feminine
cleansing cloth from the package under the cabinet and removed the wetness from
between her thighs. It was a futile attempt, because the anticipation of the
evening and imagined seduction initiated a new flow. There were so many things
she wanted to do to him and she couldn’t wait to enter the room and strip off
his clothes. If nothing else, she’d prove how much she’d missed him, and would
give him something to think about before he chose to leave again. The power of
a woman could bring a man to his knees if instituted properly. Brent had no
idea what lay in store.

She slipped her arms into the corset and loosely laced the
front, allowing a gap between her breasts, then she stepped into the panties,
wiggling them over her hips. The crotchless part brought forth a jolt of
modesty.

In a tick of a second her confidence withered to shit.
How
utterly ridiculous.
He had already examined every bare inch of her body.
How could a
barely there
piece of lingerie make her feel self-conscious?

Obviously he’d bought her the garment because he liked it
and wanted to see her wear it. And if she strived to make it a night he’d never
forget, she needed to push the modesty aside and add starch to her spine.

She tore her eyes away from her exposed crotch and glanced
into the mirror. After she secured her hair in a ponytail on the top of her
head, she tousled the strands. Taking one last, lingering glance, she released
her inhibitions, flipped off the light and strolled into her bedroom.

Brent stood from the corner chair, shoving his duffel bag
aside with his foot, and raked his gaze up and down her body. He didn’t say a
word, but oh, something wicked definitely burned in his eyes. He had removed
his coat and shirt and just looking at his muscular chest thrilled her beyond
words.

“You like it?” she asked, running her hands along her waist
to her hips. Not waiting for a response, she sauntered close and shoved him
down into the chair. To make sure he stayed put, she pressed a foot against his
large chest muscles. Immediately his gaze dropped to her exposed crotch. The
current position spread her open and it was the most erotic thing in the world.
“If you want it, Brent, you’ll have to earn it,” she teased, lowering a hand
between her thighs to cover herself. “No peeking.”

His lids narrowed as his gaze captured her eyes. Whether he
was thinking of something to say or just borrowing time, he remained silent.
Those piercing charcoal eyes had faded to a sultry shade of black, full of
hunger. “So you want to talk about the night you stole my virginity, huh?
Well,” she pressed her foot deeper into his chest while rolling her tongue
along her bottom lip. “I remember that night very well.”

He didn’t bat an eye.

“You followed me home from work one evening and forced
yourself into my house.” She paused to run a finger along the inside of her
thigh. “When you finally caught me, you ripped off my clothes and tied me to
the bed. No matter how much I pleaded, you wouldn’t let me go.” She curled her
toes into his skin. “My poor breasts.” She cupped them in her hands, squeezing
them together. “You tormented my nipples until I cried in pain.” Almost like
she had a few minutes ago.

Was she getting to him? Other than his huge erection, he
showed no indication of being appeased whatsoever. Maybe she wasn’t trying hard
enough. If she didn’t want to feel like a fool, she needed to lay things on
thick. And fast. Those
things
consisted of fondling herself in ways
that’d previously mortified her. Although the mortification died quickly when
she’d finally discovered from his reaction how erotic it could be.

Seeking the same result, she dropped a hand to her crotch
and slid a finger through the folds to her wet pussy. How frigging exotic to
watch him watch her. She used the juices to lubricate her clit and jutted her
hips forward from the slight shock. “You came at me, fisting your enormous
cock. I begged you not to touch me, but you lay between my thighs and rammed it
inside me. I screamed when you broke my cherry, but you gently kissed away my
tears.”

Holy shit, she was turning herself on. A gush of moisture flowed
from her cunt. “You came back every night and practically raped me. Sometimes
you brought out a dildo and fucked my ass.” She gave her clit a slight swirl
with her fingertip. She partially lowered her lids and bit the inside corner of
her mouth as a mass of prickles charged to her tummy. God, she needed him. Now.
Buried deep. If she didn’t hurry up and do something, she just might glide the
finger into her vagina and finger-fuck herself to orgasm while he watched.

She leaned forward, giving his cock a teasing pinch before
she started fidgeting with the button on his pants. Surprisingly he grabbed her
wrist and squeezed. His free hand slapped around her ankle.
What the heck?
It kind of stung.