Steele (5 page)

“Have a seat. I’ll serve.”

Marla watched as he took their plates and filled them with spaghetti. Once he was seated across from her she poured them each wine from a waiting bottle.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me,” she told him.

“I like having the excuse to go all out,” he said softly. “Please,” he motioned toward her plate, “eat.”

The first bite nearly made Marla swoon. It was the best spaghetti she’d ever tasted by far. The noodles were absolute perfection and the sauce was tangy and sweet and amazing. “This is delicious.”

“Thank you.” He took a large bite himself.

The wine flowed freely as did the conversation. Before Marla knew it, it was going on nine o’clock. She’d been talking to him for almost three hours without feeling the time pass at all. Her head was fuzzy from the alcohol, but her senses were heightened. It was a lovely feeling.

She couldn’t stop staring at Steele’s lips. They kept distracting her. They looked soft and utterly kissable. She couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel moving over hers. She looked away with a guilty start, only to be drawn back to looking seconds later.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked him suddenly, and nearly kicked herself for being so blatantly interested.

Steele smiled as if he knew what was on her mind. “No,” he replied gently.

“Why not?”

“My life is completely wrapped up in Sterling. Most women wouldn’t understand that.”

“Well, I’m not most women,” she said boldly, watching him closely.

Steele rose to his feet and took her hand. He pulled her up from her seat with gallant care. “This is happening so fast,” he whispered, and rested his forehead against hers.

“I know. But I like it,” she said honestly.

“I didn’t bring you here to ravish you.”

“I know. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t anyway.”

“You’re still weak.”

“I’ll always be weak from that damn coma if I don’t try to overcome it.” She smiled. “I’m willing to try with you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over her mouth.

“Then don’t,” she whispered back.

He brought his hands up to the sides of her temples. He gently ran his thumbs over her eyes, closing them. “I want to kiss you,” he breathed.

“Yes,” she gasped, in thrall to his touch and his nearness. “Yes.”

He cradled her head in his hands and slowly, as if to give her time to turn away, he lowered his mouth to hers. The first contact of their lips touching made her heart thunder a tempestuous rhythm. His mouth was the softest she’d ever kissed. Marla put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

His big hands were so gentle, holding her captive to his kiss. She sank into the embrace and felt heat pool low in her belly. She let her hands slide down over the bulging ridge of muscles that were his chest and opened her mouth to his questing tongue, gasping when he gave it to her.

The flavor of him blossomed on her tongue. He tasted of spice and wine and man. He put his arms around her and held her tight against him so that Marla could feel the enormous ridge of his erection.

Everything on his body was built on a surprisingly large scale.

His big, broad palm pressed into the small of her back, bringing her even closer against him. His tongue slid alongside hers, his lips moving over hers until she was mindless to anything else. She kneaded the muscles of his chest then moved her hands lower, over his belly.

Steele sucked in a deep breath and pulled her hands away. “Don’t. I’m ticklish,” he murmured against her mouth. Marla filed that information away for later inspection.

He lifted her easily up in his arms, holding her so that her feet dangled inches off the floor. “I can’t stop,” he breathed.

“Don’t,” she gasped into his kiss. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

She ran her hands over the stubble on his scalp and held him tight to her. Steele’s mouth moved over her jaw and down to her throat. Marla let her head fall back as he kissed her, offering herself to him completely, holding nothing back.

Marla’s hands found their way beneath his shirt and she was astonished at how tightly muscled he was. His clothes did him little justice, hiding all this wonderful flesh from view. She pushed his shirt up and he set her down and removed it the rest of the way himself. Marla pulled off her own shirt, leaving her bra between them. Steele then scooped her back up in his arms and let his mouth move over her collarbone with hot intensity.

Steele carried her out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. An enormous California king-sized bed waited for them in the center of the room. Steele laid her down upon it with gentle care and looked at her intently. “Do you want this, Marla?” he asked, giving her one more opportunity to back out.

“Yes,” she gasped, reaching for him.

Steele caught one of her hands and pressed a hot kiss to the center of her palm. “Tell me if I’m going too fast for you.”

Marla moaned and arched up to him as he came down upon her on the bed. He fanned her hair out on the pillow, positioning each lock just so until he was satisfied with it. He straddled her and his hands went to the front clasp of her bra and released it. Her breasts spilled free and he was there to catch them, cupping them tenderly in his hands, kneading and stroking them until she gasped.

Her nipples were hard and long, swollen with the need for his touch. He pulled at them teasingly with his fingertips, rubbing and stroking them like she suddenly longed to rub and stroke his cock. His mouth came down and covered her there, burning her with the heat of his kiss and she gasped, arching into his caress. His hand covered her other breast as he suckled her, kneading and plumping it over and over with his huge palm and strong fingertips.

His hand moved down over her body, onto the slight swell of her stomach, and he petted her there like he might a kitten. His fingers tangled on the fastening to her jeans and her breath caught behind her suddenly parched lips. The button gave way, then the zipper, and Steele slid his hand into the waistband of her panties.

He covered the mound of her sex with his hand. His long fingers curled down, cupping her fully, and he spread the lips of her pussy wide. The tips of his large fingers dipped into her wetness and spread it up to her clit. He rubbed the small nub of flesh and lightning seemed to arc through her at the touch.

The lights in the bedroom flickered then went out. The bulbs had blown, leaving them in total darkness.

Marla gasped for air. “Sorry,” she apologized for the startling interruption.

“It’s all right,” he soothed, chuckling softly and still gently stroking that wicked finger over the swell of her clit. His mouth sucked hard upon her nipple then released it with a wet popping noise. He moved his lips over to her other breast and she forgot all about the lights.

Steele leaned back and stripped her pants from her legs. He spread her legs wide and lowered his body between them. His fingers wandered beneath the crotch of her panties and he was stroking her clit again, making her gasp.

“You’re so wet,” he growled.

And Steele was so hard he felt like a stone giant as he loomed over her in the bed. But Marla reveled in his obvious strength, her hands kneading the bulging muscles of his biceps, filling her hands with the intoxicating feel of his power.

He moved down her body, his lips trailing from her breast to her belly to her hip. His fingers pushed the crotch of her panties aside further and then his mouth covered her.

Marla cried out her surprise and it turned into a moan as his skillful tongue darted out to lap at her clit. As he gave her his most sensual kiss, he brought both of her legs up over his shoulders, opening her even more fully to his caress, making her feel vulnerable and small in the face of his sheer strength and overwhelming size.

His lips and tongue played with her, teasing her, tempting her. She grew impossibly wetter beneath his touch. He suckled the outer lips of her labia, making soft, wet noises with his mouth against her, and his fingers stroked her slit over and over until she was sobbing for breath.

Steele rose up over her and took her hands. He sat back on his feet and pulled her astride his hips. Marla’s fingers caught the clasp of his jeans and made short work of undoing it. He was wearing briefs, which Marla pushed down, and his enormous cock fell like a weight into her hands.

He was incredibly well endowed, that much was obvious. Marla had never seen a cock so large, so thick, so long and wide. His skin was smooth and he was uncircumcised so that his foreskin was like a silken blanket around his sex. She stroked him from tip to base and back again, marveling at the beauty of him, and watched as a droplet of pre cum wept out of the opening in his penis.

Steele pushed her back gently and removed his pants and briefs. He then tore her panties from her and brought her back astride him. He leaned back and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy.

He caught her gaze with his. “There’s no turning back now,” he said, and slid slowly into her.

Her body, unaccustomed to the invasion of his, tightened as he filled her. She felt stretched, burned by his cock, but it was a feeling she reveled in and welcomed more of as he entered her inch by thick, delicious inch. His body was so hot against hers that she was soon perspiring, as was he. Their bodies slid against each other, moist and smelling of spicy, sweet sex.

He was only halfway inside her when her body suddenly clamped down upon his. She came softly with a shudder as he held her gently against him. Her body milked his, trembling and squeezing around his cock until they were both gasping for air.

When it was over, Steele pressed further into her. He was so large and so strong, but he was gentle as a spring rain in the way he handled her. He demanded no more than her body was willing to give him, sliding to the heart of her with easy patience and care.

He put his hands beneath her bottom and brought her closer against him. Her legs spread wider about his hips and she hooked her ankles behind his waist for leverage. She gasped and trembled, her body still in that post-coital world that she hadn’t experienced in over two years, and he held her tenderly until she eased against him once more.

Steele lifted her easily with his hands and brought her back down. He did all the work, helping her to ride him with nothing but his incredible strength. She slid up and down on his cock, her body making soft, wet sucking noises with every movement they made together.

Her nipples scraped against his chest and he lifted her so that his mouth could suckle her there. His teeth scraped against her tender flesh and she cried out, clutching him to her. His lips drew on her like a babe, pulling at her nipples until they were long and hard as diamonds.

His hands were at her waist, lifting and lowering her on his dick, but they were gentle and light, as if he were still affording her the opportunity to pull back.

No way in hell was she stopping things now. She’d never felt so alive, so powerful and beautiful as she did in Steele’s muscular arms. Her long hair cocooned them and Marla rested her forehead against Steele’s, lips aching for his kiss. He took her mouth as he took her body, softly, gently and tenderly. His tongue slid in alongside hers, filling her with the wild and untamed flavor of him.

Marla’s body drew tight on the wrack of pleasure. She fought to move faster on him, but Steele held her steady and sure in his arms. Marla gasped and tore her mouth away from his. “Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for.

The lights beyond the room flickered wildly.

Steele’s body surged up into hers, balls deep, and Marla cried out her surprise. He moved her faster upon him, harder and deeper, until she was sobbing for breath. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass and she moaned. One of his fingers traced the cleft of her bottom and she was lost.

Marla came again with a tiny scream that was silenced by Steele’s mouth. She quivered in his arms, seeing bright pinpoints of light like stars behind her tightly shut eyelids. Her body unraveled, the wave of release too great to withstand. She screamed again and fell limply against his massive chest, gasping for air.

The lights beyond the room flickered wildly.

Steele pounded into her, hard, harder and then he too found the bright climax, groaning his satisfaction aloud like a mighty jungle cat. His cock swelled and pulsed inside her cunt, spurting his cum deep inside the heart of her until she was wet and burning with his juices.