“Don’t you dare stop!”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Just hang on a damn second!”
“No, you’ll change your mind!” She held him tighter and moved her hips against him again because it felt like he was trying to pull away from her. So close to having him, to this first enormous step, she would not let this chance slip away. She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She’d felt the ridge of his engorged penis against her pussy. Then she heard a
thunk
as something hit the floor, followed by the sound of plastic tearing.
“Too late to change either of our minds. Just let me—yeah. There. Hang on.”
Rachel couldn’t hold back her own growl as she felt the heat of him, his latex-covered hardness kiss the lips of her vulva. And then he sank, fast and deep, into her. She cried out as she erupted in orgasm.
“Yeah, come on me.”
She clung to him while the waves washed through her as he began to pound into her, short, fast jabs that bounced her against the wall at her back. She drank in the power of his thrusts. Then rapture flooded her again, and nothing else existed in the entire world except the amazing sensation of coming, and the rapid-fire thrusting of Peter inside her. When he stiffened, she pressed her hips against him, relishing the sensation of his spasms.
Finally he stilled, his uneven breaths hot and moist against her skin as he pressed his face into the curve of her neck. Rachel smiled and stroked the sweat-dampened curls at his nape, happier than she could remember being in a long, long while.
* * * *
“Aw, shit. Damn it!” He’d come way too fast. He’d wanted to make it last longer. Not only that, but he’d taken her for the first time standing up and against a bloody wall.
The sharp pain of her hands tangling in his hair, hard, got his attention.
“If you apologize for fucking me,
mon Dieu
, Peter, I will not be responsible for my actions.”
The venom in her voice brought a smile to his face. He
really
did like her fire.
“Cool your jets, Red.”
“Red?”
“Yeah.” He took a moment to comb his fingers through her long hair,
pulling it back from her fine-boned face so he could stare right into her gorgeous eyes. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to apologize for this.” He thrust his hips one time more for emphasis, very aware that his cock was still semi-hard. “I cursed because that was my only condom and our
fucking
didn’t last nearly long enough.”
“Oh, all right then. Well, that doesn’t matter. We can do it again. Slower this time.” She relaxed her grip in his hair and rested her head on his shoulder.
“It does matter, because I’m not nearly done with you.”
“Good. Do you remember which bedroom is mine?”
“Pay attention here, Red. I don’t have any more rubbers. Fucking without one is like riding a motorcycle without a helmet. Not safe at all. Of course, we can go oral.” That did it. Forget
semi
-hard. “I want to taste you, and I want your mouth on my cock. But I don’t trust myself not to nail you again.”
“Nail? I certainly felt nailed a few moments ago against this wall. But you do not have to worry,
mon cher
. I have a box of condoms. In my bedroom.”
“You do?”
“I do. And in my bedroom at home, too. I
told
you I have been waiting for you.”
She had a box of condoms in her room. Suddenly, the afternoon seemed brighter. He stepped away from the wall, but didn’t think to put her down. She didn’t weigh very much. Taking the stairs one at a time, he held her securely, smiling because her relaxed pose told him she trusted him not to drop her.
Her bedroom was the last one on the right. He dumped her on the bed, enjoying the view when she landed with her legs spread. Her panties would have to go, as would the rest of her clothing. But first things first.
Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he called Edward to let him know where they were and that they might be gone the rest of the day. Tossing the phone onto the bedside table, he opened the drawer.
“I’m impressed. Super-sized.”
“I believe that refers to the number in the box, not the size of your penis. Though I must say it felt a lot bigger than it’s looking right now.”
“Give it a minute.”
He left her only long enough to clean himself up. Then he came back, and simply looked at her for a long moment. Eyes closed, she had such a contented expression on her face. He knew she wasn’t sleeping.
“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
She opened her eyes, and her smile turned lazy. “Not proud, no, but very,
very
happy.”
“Well, guess what?” He slowly began to unbutton his shirt. “You’re about to get a whole hell of a lot happier.”
“Oh, good.”
* * * *
She thought she’d play it cool. But the sight of his naked chest, with his bulging pecs and smooth skin, pulled at her, a temptation she couldn’t resist. Surging up from the bed onto her knees, she caressed him with her hands and tasted him with her lips and tongue. Tasting him, she knew this addiction she would never fight. The feel of his hands in her hair, his fingers flexing and clutching, the sound of his jagged breaths and low groans spurred her on. She worshiped with her mouth as she slipped her hands around to his back to pet and hug. Her tongue discovered a male nipple that beaded hard from her attention. Sucking it into her mouth, she reveled in the taste of him, salty and male and different here than there, a little lower on his chest, at the base of his sternum. A sprinkling of dark, curly hair, not too much, just enough to outline and emphasize his muscles, tickled and teased as she sampled him. His hair arrowed downward, disappearing into his pants.
“That’s not where I want your mouth.”
She grinned with pure joy as he tossed a version of her own words back at her.
“No? Where do you want it?”
“On my cock. Now.”
Oh and here, right
here
, he tasted of every dream she’d ever had suddenly come true. Teasing him with little licks, tiny kisses, his flavor and scent stirred her senses, bringing out her primal woman.
“Suck it, Red.
Please
.”
Her laughter low, she wrapped one hand around his cock where it rose, flushed and thick, from the opening of his pants. She could just see the spheres of his scrotum, hidden by his pants and the dark, curling pubic hair. Steadying him with her hand, she slid him into her mouth, her lips rippling over the skin along his length. She pulled back, then took him deeper, and he sucked in air, thrusting his hips so that he fucked her mouth. His hands trembled as they caressed her cheeks, and she knew he measured the movement as they filled and hollowed while she sucked him. His pants were in her way, so she shoved them over his ass until they pooled around his ankles. She’d already had an orgasm, but her fires burned anew, and the arousal became a hot, thick honey roiling through her veins. One hand caressed his ass, her fingers running up and down the crack, making him shiver. The other came around the front to cup his balls.
He caressed from her cheeks to her hair, then slid his hands down her back. She felt him gather the fabric of her shirt, and approved wholeheartedly. Releasing his penis only long enough for him to yank the shirt off her, she returned to her task. She loved doing this, she loved the taste and the smell of him, and she especially loved knowing she pleasured him.
“God, Red, you’ve got a
great
mouth. But I’m going to have to ask you to stop. I need you naked.”
She hadn’t realized he’d unfastened her bra until he gently nudged her back onto the bed and tossed it to the floor.
He covered her naked breasts with his hands, squeezing gently.
“Now it’s my turn.”
* * * *
She was gorgeous.
He’d never let himself notice before. But now, as she lay sprawled on the bed before him, he looked his fill and knew he looked at the only woman he would ever love. Thoughts of the future, of a time when she would walk away from him, tried to edge into his mind. He tuned them out and, instead, lowered his head to taste her.
Her breasts, unbelievably plump and firm, had the softest skin he’d ever felt. Her nipples, pretty and pink, tasted sweeter than candy, and when one slipped out of his mouth, it peaked suitably, elongated and hard. Growling, he feasted on the other one, scooping his arms under her to hold her close. Her arms enclosed him in an embrace he knew he would always seek. He peeled the skirt and panties from her without taking his mouth away from her. Then he rose above her and visually drank her in.
So tiny
, he marveled, needing to touch as well as look. He splayed his hand low on her belly, above her mound, and for one fanciful moment imagined a slight swelling in this cradle of life. Then his hand roamed, and his fingers combed through the reddish curls between her legs.
“You’re certainly red here,” he teased.
“Strawberry blonde,” she shot back.
“Does it taste like strawberries, I wonder?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He didn’t need a second invitation. Spreading her legs wide, he snuggled himself between them and set his mouth on her. She tasted wild and savory, a salty flavor that fed a need in him he’d not known existed. She tasted so good, hot, warm, and alive, and he knew in that instant he should have done this months ago. Why had he fought this, when the craving had been so strong? He stroked his tongue into her silkily, a slow in and out he knew aroused her, for her hips began to move as she pressed her pussy even closer to his face. Finding her clit, he sucked it hard, nibbled it lightly, then received his reward with a flood of her essence when she came.
“Oh God, oh God.”
Peter laughed, for he could tell the strength of that orgasm had outstripped the previous one.
“We’re only getting started.”
“I can’t. Too much.”
“You can. You will.” He eased up a little, spreading gentle kisses to the inside of her thighs, blowing little puffs of air over her labia. Her intimate flesh actually vibrated with aftershocks. “I’ll take you up slower this time,” he promised.
With his lips on her, kissing and stroking all around her slit, her lips, her clit, one hand grabbed the box from the drawer. He had it open, and one packet peeled off in almost no time at all. He took only a moment to slip the sheath onto his already hard cock.
Then he went back to pleasuring her. He felt her heat climb, and when her hips began to twitch, he inserted two fingers inside her, seeking out then stroking the tiny inner button at the same time he sucked her clit.
When she started to come, he let go, sliding up her body to bury himself deep, deep within her.
He didn’t have to ask her to wrap herself around him this time, she did, the strength of her orgasm bowing her off the bed. He thrust hard and fast, the convulsing of her tunnel on his cock driving him farther than he’d ever been driven, until finally,
finally
, he felt the explosion of his own semen into the condom. For one long, wild moment, they soared together. Wanting the connection to be complete and whole, his mouth sought hers, the kiss hot and velvety, a silent declaration where words would not yet be spoken.
Turning onto his side, bringing her with him, he cradled her in one arm while he managed to pull the blankets down with the other. When she mewed in protest, he said, “Shhh, I’m not leaving you. Still not finished with you.”
“Good. Me neither.”
Her heartfelt sigh when he slid them both under the covers pleased him. The way she snuggled into him, curling around him, warmed his heart.
“I’m still pissed with you for butting in with the bitch.”
Her low, sleepy voice made him laugh. “Atta girl, Red. You can come up swinging. Soon as you have a little rest.”
“
Bien
.”
Her breathing steadied quickly into a deep, even cadence. “Sleep,
ma coeur
.” He’d called her his heart, because she certainly was. But he was grateful she slept and didn’t hear.
* * * *
“I stand corrected. Things are a
lot
different between knights and ladies these days.”
Eugenia watched her sister fanning herself and nodded in agreement. “They certainly are. And so much more complicated, if you ask me.”
“They are indeed, sister. Why, not that long ago, this would have been the end of our work. There would be no question whatsoever of a wedding and happily-ever-after
now
.”
“Precisely.” Heaving a huge sigh, Eugenia rose through the ceiling of the farmhouse and perched in a nearby maple tree. When Gwendolyn joined her, she said, “I am worried about these two. There is such danger around them.”
“My thoughts exactly. Why these days, dragons don’t even
look
like dragons. Isn’t there anything we can do about that nasty person?”
“Unfortunately, very little. We’ll have to be especially vigilant, sister. There will come a moment when we can act, but what we can do is so limited.”
Gwendolyn sighed. “All these modern goings on. I’m certainly looking forward to going to the ball. Do you suppose, dear sister, that we could
go
to the ball?”
Eugenia looked at her and smiled. “What a splendid idea, sister. Why, I haven’t been dancing for cent…er…a long time.”
“Neither have I.”
Eugenia gazed at the house beneath them. “I think they’re going to stay put for a while. Let’s have a look at our gowns, shall we?”