RidingtheWaves (5 page)

The moment he gained a full view of her, lusty urges raced
through his blood. He memorized every detail of her sensual body. A vision of
her cuffed to the bed shot his temperature through the roof. But vowing to keep
the night simple, he pushed it aside for another time. Man, he hoped there’d be
another
time
. He’d hate to miss the opportunity because he’d chosen not
to introduce her to his exotic needs too soon. She appeared too delicate to
submit willingly to the things he wanted to do to her, or for his often needed,
desire-driven fucks.

He had a feeling he now understood her ex’s indecision. And
that was a huge blow. But he wasn’t like the ex and he refused to shut her down
without giving her a chance. Little by little, he’d give her a dose of his
carnal needs. She’d know whether or not she’d want to continue. What a fucking
turn-on, but hell, the visual weakened his endurance.

I’m not afraid to try anything once.
Honestly, he
doubted she knew the severity of those words, but he intended to use them to
his advantage.

He removed his gaze from a three-inch scar on her hipbone
and glanced back to her eyes. She stared, watching his every move. “Baby, place
your feet on the bed.”

She scooted back, placing her feet on the edge of the
mattress. Releasing a deep breath, she brought her legs together.

Oh no you don’t, baby.
Modesty. That was the first
thing to go. Hopefully he could chase it away with gentle coddling and
encouraging words. If he intended to help break that barrier, he needed to
utilize patience and let her unfold at her own pace.

If she only knew what an exquisite beauty she portrayed
lying naked with her hair splayed around her face on the bed. Her pubic area
was bare except for a thin, dark strip of hair extending upward from her slit.
He liked a woman’s lips to be free of hair so she could feel each touch, kiss
and nip. “Spread your legs, Annalee. I want to get a good look at you.”

She swallowed and a whole lot of reluctance dulled the
sparkle in her eyes while she watched him toss the arm manacles to the couch.
One shoulder at a time, he removed his vest and shirt.

“Brent, lie with me.”

He dropped the clothes to the floor and placed his hands on
her knees. Maybe he was still coming on too strong. She’d obviously ignored his
request for a reason. Hell, he didn’t want her feeling forced from her comfort
zone. “I can’t stress enough how truly beautiful you really are.”

Her gaze played over his hands, his chest and then his face.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. Then she’d
done the least expected—she let her thighs fall open, exposing herself
completely.

His heart stopped. A dull ache shot through his balls and
sweat broke along his forehead as her sweet, intoxicating scent drifted to his
nostrils. Clear juices outlined her opening and her labia were swollen. “You
are so damn sexy.” He ran his gaze over her belly, breasts, neck and face.

Her eyes danced beneath her lids and her lashes fluttered
until they finally opened. He leaned forward, just enough to rub his confined
pelvis against her pussy. Bearing weight on his elbows, he rubbed her until his
pants were wet from her cunt, and she settled into a steady squirm. Switching
his weight to his knees, he took hold of her hands and guided them on the bed
above her head. Her arms bent at the elbows, forming a diamond around her face.
Drinking in her passion-laden eyes, he lowered his lips to hers for a brief
caress.

Her head rose off the bed, attempting to capture his mouth.
“Brent?”

“I’m listening.”

“Kiss,” her voice snagged on a breath, “me again.”

“I’m going to kiss every raw inch of you.”

When her head returned to the mattress, he removed a few
stray hairs from her cheek and rubbed the silky pieces between his thumb and
forefinger. “And I,” he nipped at her lips, “won’t stop,” he added pressure,
“until,” he slipped his tongue in then out of her mouth, “you beg me to fuck
you.”

She made a faint
ugh
ing sound and swallowed. “I
thought you were going to make love to me?”

“I am. But you’ll crave to be fucked.” He kissed the section
of her throat that bobbed, finishing it off with a tiny bite that didn’t affect
her in the least. And he’d bitten her hard enough to leave a mark that he’d
soothed with his tongue. Well, he’d guarantee he’d get a reaction from her when
he reached the intimate zones where he’d chosen to leave further marks.

His lips took a moist stroll to her breast, nibbling and
sucking her skin along the way. She shivered and moaned weakly when his tongue
jabbed her nipple. And when he pulled it into his mouth and suckled, she arched
her back and whimpered.

After he released her hands, he fondled the opposite breast,
kneading the soft mound with his palm. She clutched a fistful of his hair, holding
his head in place while he bit her nipple softly, suckled, bit again then
sucked. He tormented her until her areola turned crimson and swelled then he
focused on the other.

Moan after moan fell from her throat. Her breaths grew
rapid, chest heaved and lips folded. Her knees squeezed his waist and her hips
wiggled back and forth. “Say it, Annalee.”

“Say what?”

“Whatever is on your mind.”

“Nothing,” she squeaked.

“I know differently. Talk to me.”

“Nothing, I swear.”

He tweaked her nipple between his teeth. “Do you want me to
stop?”

She shook her head.

“I can’t hear you.”

“No,” she said so low he’d barely heard her voice.

“Then tell me what you want me to do. Don’t be embarrassed.
It’s just you and me alone in this room. No one can hear us.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “I know.”

“Open those eyes and look at me.” He lowered his hand to the
center of her thighs.

Once her lashes fluttered open, he initiated an
all-inclusive assault on her clitoris with his index finger. If he had one
reason to pat himself on the back, it was getting women to speak in the
bedroom. He tended to be vocal at times, and when he had a hot little body like
hers at his mercy, he appreciated verbal interaction.

Her juices increased as he inserted the finger deep inside
her and began a slow, even thrust. Over and over he repeated the motions until
she panted and her warm, cushiony pussy walls started to constrict. Just as she
nearly tumbled into a climax, he stopped.

“Don’t!”

“Don’t what?” He restarted the finger action then backed off.

“Don’t stop.”

Not good enough. “‘Don’t stop’ means a lot of things. Be
more specific.” He added a second finger.

“Damn you. Fuck me,” she whimpered. It sounded like there
should’ve been a
there, are you happy?
on the end of that. “I can’t take
any more.”

Oh yes she could. She just hadn’t realized it yet.

His dick throbbed and balls were on fire. Why was he
prolonging this agony when he could’ve been unleashing years of desire in her
tight, hot pussy?

He nibbled her breast a final time then scooted down her
body, running his tongue along her belly, over and around the scar on her hip,
to the top of her pubic bone.

Lowering his knees to the floor, he slid both arms beneath
her thighs and pulled her ass forward. After she situated her feet on the edge
of the mattress he brought his mouth to the inner crease of her left leg and
kissed the delicate tissue. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Within the
peak of her sigh, he grazed her pussy with his tongue.

“Brent?”

He loved the tone in her voice when she
begged
his
name. “Mmm-hmmm?”

“I need you.”

“I’m not ready yet.” What a lie. His cock was harder and
distended farther than it ever had. He smiled right before giving her inner
thigh a gentle bite, then he moved his hands to the backside of her knees and
pushed them forward to rest beside her stomach. And just as he prepared to take
his first taste of her pussy, she reached for her knees, securing them in
place.

That bold move had his heart pounding all the way to his
ass. “That’s it, hold yourself open for me.” He blew a long, steady breath
against her wet sex, parting her labia with his thumbs. The tip of his tongue
swept inside, stopping to dance around her clitoris.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, rolling her hips.

He lowered his tongue to her entrance and darted it in the
warm tunnel. Clear juices poured from her. The dewy scent and bittersweet taste
dashed directly to his balls, intensifying his lust for more. So much fucking
more. He could drink her eight times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.

He unleashed his cock from its painful confinement. It fell
forward, brushing the sheet. While he struggled to remove his pants and kick
them aside, not once did he let the rhythm of his tongue on her exquisite pussy
falter.

Her hands moved to hold his head in place while she writhed
and moaned, shoving her crotch in his face. It’s not like he hadn’t provoked
that sweet action, and to compensate her greed and the release of her
inhibitions, he slid a finger inside her vagina. Her slippery walls immediately
clenched his knuckle while he pumped in and out, in and out, the juices flowing
through his palm to her anal opening.

Then he added a second.

Her ass wiggled in a wild up-and-down ride. By her swollen,
contracting insides, she was again close to climaxing. And loving to watch her
squirm and quiver, he shoved both fingers in to the hilt. Then he spun his
hand, digging his knuckles into her sensitive walls.

“Jesus!”

Her insides jerked. The cushiony muscles squeezed his
fingers. He brought his other hand into play, rubbing his little finger against
her anus, spreading her juices around the rim. The tip slipped into the narrow
channel with ease. Slight contractions scrunched his finger.

She stilled.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I…never…” Her voice faded as he slid the finger in a
fraction of an inch.

“Give it a chance.” Now that he knew she hadn’t toyed with
anal play, he lapped her clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue. There’s not
much a woman wouldn’t do when that sensitive nub was under assault. Just as
he’d expected, with each stroke, suckle and nibble, her anal muscles began to
relax.

“Annalee,” he said, burrowing his finger knuckle deep. “Are
you ready for more?” The slight descent of her hips proved she was, but he
wanted direct confirmation. Proceeding on assumptions might cause him to hurt
her, and he wanted to introduce her to new experiences, not chase her away in
fear.

“Yes. But slow.”

Having large fingers, he wouldn’t penetrate her any other
way. She needed to adjust to the size before she could enjoy the pleasure it
would bring.

Gently he withdrew the portion already inside her then
slowly slid it in again the same distance. During each leisurely stroke that
followed, he eased an eighth of an inch deeper. But after only a few thrusts,
she shoved her ass downward, forcing his entire finger inside.

“Uhhh,” gurgled from her throat.

“Careful.”

“No, not careful, more.”

His description of
more
was
more
than a finger
up the rectum. One day he’d introduce her to a sound ass-fucking, but not now.
No way. Not until she was physically geared to take him on. Two fingers in her
pussy and one in her ass were currently enough. And as he glided them in and
out of her at an even keel, she started bashing her body up and down.

“Harder,” she whined. “And faster.”

Who was he to dictate her needs? She knew what she wanted,
and she wasn’t so fragile she’d break.

Giving her exactly what she begged for, he increased
intensity and speed. “Is that enough?”

“Yes,” she squealed, bucking her hips in sync with the
fierce strokes.

She clutched the back of his head, grinding her pussy into
his face. It put his endurance through one hell of a test.

He removed his hands and backed off to grab his pants off
the floor.

“Hurry,” she begged.

He dug the wallet out of the pocket and removed three sealed
condoms. Two he tossed onto the nightstand for later. The third he tore open
with his teeth. “Keep those legs spread,” he said, rolling the condom over his
cock. He moved her to the center of the bed, placed his hands on the inside of
her thighs and pushed them downward toward the mattress.

The instant they dropped to the sides, he climbed on the
bed, sat back on his knees and lifted her ass onto his lap. Grabbing his dick,
he positioned the sensitive tip at the base of her labia and slid his sheathed cock
head through the folds.

Her hips rolled backward then forward while a moan slipped
from her throat. “No more torture. Please. Fuck me.”

He’d appease her any way he could. Placing his cock at her
opening, he pushed forward, watching the tip disappear between her swollen
lips. An inch at a time she took it, moaning softly while her moist vaginal
walls hugged his shaft.
Fuck.
Too tight. Too hot. He wasn’t going to
last long.

His guts and balls knotted. Grabbing her waist, he rotated
his hips, maneuvering his cock head to snuggle against her cervix. Partially he
withdrew then slithered forward again, manipulating the head to graze her
G-spot.

Watching her closely, he knew exactly when he’d nailed it.
She gasped, thrusting against him, crumpling the bedsheet in her fists. As his
dick slid in and out of her with ease, her juices glistened along his full
length. Her moans grew louder, beckoning him to speed up, but instead he
massaged her clitoris.

A strangled cry fell from her throat and her nails dug into
his knees. “Oh shit!”

“Squeeze me.” He clamped his jaw as her cunt walls tugged
him, pulling him deeper inside. A smoldering ache shot to his dick and his
balls tightened, fucking with his ability to postpone coming, but he held on as
long as he could.