Belle and Valentine (3 page)

Zuria looked down at herself. She’d chosen the low-cut blouse in a moment of weakness, a desire to tantalize Fane. She should have known better. He would take it as an invitation. “It’s just a blouse. Don’t get ideas.”

She started walking away from him, but her foot caught on a foot or something, and she tumbled forward. Fane caught her elbow and steadied her. She expected him to make a move, but he surprised her by letting go the moment she regained her footing. A glance up at him gave no insight, but she recalled what he had said before. He wouldn’t make love to her until she asked him.

Not happening.

They sat on the grass and Zuria discovered how soft it was. She ran her hand over the blades and sighed. This place was pretty awesome. How many other women had Fane brought here? She glanced over at him as he lay back in the grass, his hands linked behind his head. Leaning closer, she found his eyes were closed, and she watched the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. He smelled good, not like cologne, but something that was natural and all him, along with maybe a hint of aftershave.

“How many other women have you brought here?” she couldn’t help asking.

“Will you always judge me on others?”

She gasped. “I’m not—”

“—judging me?”

She turned away and pulled up a few blades of grass and then felt bad for it.

“This place is special. Sam and I sort of had an unspoken rule. This is our place. I didn’t think he’d mind if you came.” When she still didn’t speak or look at him, he touched her arm. Chills raced along her spine.

She lay down beside him, and Fane leaned over her. He touched her cheek. She looked into his eyes, getting lost in their depths. Fear gripped her heart because she knew without a doubt if anyone could destroy her Fane could. He had been so wrong about when she first wanted him. Yes, her body came alive in ways she had only imagined it could when she saw him with Dixie, but she had been aware of Fane Valentine when she was fourteen the first time he swaggered into her house following Sam. Even then, there was something about him that Zuria had been running away from.

One night couldn’t hurt, could it? Afterward, maybe she could ask Sam for a loan so she could return to the city, get an apartment, and find a job. She had never finished college, had found a new dream after meeting Richard. He had wanted to support her, and like an idiot, she had dreamed of nothing beyond having kids and playing the good little housewife. The dream wouldn’t have been so bad if she had loved Richard as deeply as she had fooled herself and others into believing.

She reached up to her blouse and squeezed open a button. Fane’s eyes widened. He laid a hand over hers, stopping her movements.

“You better be sure.”

She licked her lips and swallowed. “I know myself.”

“Do you?”

“Please, who do you think you’re dealing with?”

He brushed her hand aside and pinched open another button. When her bra came into view, he seemed mesmerized. She’d worn a see-through one that showed off her nipples through the transparent material.

“Sam’s sister,” he said.

“Are you scared he’ll beat you up?” she teased.

“He mentioned something about killing me if I hurt you.”

She laughed. “I think you can take him.”

“He was serious.” He leaned down and breathed deep, his lips just touching the space between her breasts. “You are so damn beautiful, such smooth, perfect brown skin, and it’s the softest I’ve ever touched. I’d risk death for more.”

She didn’t know how to take his words and remained silent. Fane skimmed fingertips along her belly to the waistband of her jeans. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, but he didn’t explore further. Could he be as nervous as she was to take this step, especially when her brother was his friend and business partner?

She sat up and pulled her blouse off to toss on the grass. Then she removed her jeans. Sitting in nothing but panties and bra, she bit her lip, feeling like a schoolgirl the first night she lost her virginity, but that time hadn’t been with the sexiest man in North Carolina, nor did it happen in the middle of a secret wooded grove.

Fane caught his breath, and when Zuria cut her gaze over at him, she found the front of his jeans had tented. He groaned low in his throat as he stared at her. “You’re making this hard for me.”

“You’re resisting now?” she teased and hated the tremor in her voice. “You said you wouldn’t do it until I asked, right?”

He reached out and ran finger around the edge of her bra, tracing the line along one breast over to the other. “I’ve waited a long time for you.”

“Are you having second thoughts? Maybe my body isn’t what you thought it was?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he growled, and she flinched. His gaze raked over her. “You’re sexier than all the rest, and you know it.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

He crooked a finger at her, indicating she should come to him. “Then let me make you feel better.”

All her bravado drained away. Sure, she’d had plenty of experience, but how good was any of it? Almost every time, she’d had to use her own hand to bring herself to climax. Maybe tonight too.

She crawled to him.

“You know what I want you to do?” he asked.

“What?”

“I want you to stand up and take off your panties and your bra. I want you to spread your pussy lips and let me look, and then I want to eat you up, until you scream and come in my mouth.”

Her jaw slackened.

“Zuria, do it now.”

The command brought her to her feet, and she reached behind her to undo the latch on her bra. She let the garment fall to the ground, and her breasts bounced free. A full C cup, she liked the size of her breasts and that even at thirty-two they were still nice and perky. Not as high as in her twenties, but still sexy, and her nipples had gone stiff. Fane narrowed his eyes as he looked, and he ran his hands over his thighs as if resisting the urge to touch.

“Now the panties,” he urged.

She hooked thumbs into the waistband and pushed the bikini panties over her hips. His sharp intake of breath made her pause. She’d shaved, another indicator that she’d planned to give it up. Man, had she ever been fooling herself pretending she had no intention of having sex with Fane.

“Um, do you like my pussy shaved?”

“Yes!” He groaned the word as if it were painful. “Spread your lips.”

She did so, and he leaned forward to grasp her thighs. Already the juices flowed with his mouth so close and his hands on her legs. Her pussy ached to be pleasured, but Fane stared, his thumbs massaging her skin.

“You will scream,” he said. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing.”

She opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t much of a noisemaker during sex, but the words died with the first lave of his tongue. Her knees wobbled with the pleasure he gave her. She tangled fingers in his hair and struggled not to press him closer, but he did things to her button that had not been done before. The way he flicked his tongue back and forth in a steady rhythm had her quivering. How did he know? She’d tried explaining to her husband the way she did it with her fingers. He’d always complained no one could please her like she could, and why didn’t she just do it herself. She had, and Richard would pinch her nipples and roll them between his fingers. The added sensation took her to climax, but she had always wanted him to go down on her and make her come. He had failed the few times he tried, despite how she had gotten
him
off countless times.

Now here was Fane, licking her pussy, circling her clit, and dipping his tongue between her folds like he loved it. He moaned each time he tasted her come and actually sucked for more. His name trembled on her lips. She bit it back, but the muscles in her core wound so tight, she panted.

Zuria looked down at the dark head dipping between her legs. His fingers dug into her thighs as he drove her closer so he could delve deeper. When his tongue wasn’t teasing her clit, his nose was. He drew a nether lip into his mouth, sucked hard, and tugged a little with it still captured in his hold. A small cry of unbelievable pleasure escaped her. She shut it down, clenching her jaw. Fane paused and looked at her. He
tsked
, shaking his head.

“No, little rabbit, scream for me.”

She shook harder. “No. Way.”

“No?” She sensed rather than saw the challenge in his gaze.

He released her thighs to move his hands around to her ass. A sharp drive toward him brought her pussy to his mouth. He devoured, licking like a madman, consuming her come as fast as her body released it, and boy, was she wet. How could her body come so much before she had an actual orgasm? Fane seemed to have the secret to her pleasure, because no matter how he licked her defenses crumbled. Tension left. Fear of giving in to him dissolved. Her orgasm climbed higher and higher. Her teeth chattered with a desire to shout his name. Fane concentrated on her clit. He circled it once, twice, and then sucked hard enough to sting but good enough to undo her sanity. She whimpered, and then he took the assault to a new level. He stuck a finger in his mouth and then drove it into her pussy. At the same time, he clamped onto her bud. She came undone.

“Fane!”

She screamed, long and loud as the orgasm took hold. Her knees gave out, but Fane caught her with a hand on her ass and guided her to the ground. He followed with his head still buried between her legs. He didn’t stop eating her until spasms rocked her to her core and aftershocks sent her to the moon multiple times. At last, he raised his head, but she looked away, embarrassed.

She felt his grin as he straightened. “If that was at your place, Sam would have burst down the door by now.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, and he chuckled.

This was how he got those women to keep coming back for more. No, she didn’t want to think of others. Tonight was her one shot, and she wanted to enjoy every second. She sat up, mentally shoving her embarrassment aside, and reached for his jeans. Fane sat back on his haunches and let her get the button open. She gaped, just managing to keep the gasp suppressed, when his cock sprung free. The man went commando, but that wasn’t what took her breath away. Fane was hung. He had to be at, or almost, nine inches and so thick, her pussy grew wet again in anticipation of being filled with this monster. She’d been missing out.

“I know,” he said when she said nothing and made no further move, “I’m big, but I promise you I will be gentle. It might hurt just a little, but I’ll be careful.”

“Are you serious?”

“Ah, you’ve been with a few black men? Not impressed?”

“Don’t be fooled.” She bit her lip and ran fingers over his length. His cock twitched beneath her touch, making her want it even more. Fane repositioned himself to sit on his ass, and he slid his jeans low on his hips. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted it in her now. When she straddled his hips, he held her off from climbing his tool.

“Easy, beautiful. Let me cover up.”

She tried moving away, but he held her in place while he fished a condom from his pocket, ripped open the packaging, and rolled it onto his cock. Fane reached between her legs and used a fingertip to test her wetness. Then he raised her up with hands on her hips. She clutched his shoulders and screwed her eyes shut. He lowered her slowly. The tip of his cock pierced her entrance, and a moan escaped her. He halted, giving her a beat to draw in a breath and calm down.

“Relax, baby. I promise you’ll love it. You’ll scream my name again. Let me in.”

His soothing, deep voice relieved the tension that had built up, and she eased the hold she had on his shoulders, only then realizing she’d dug her nails into his flesh. Fane seemed not to have noticed. He lowered her pussy onto his cock. Inch by inch he entered her, stretching her walls until she shuttered and gasped. He was right. His cock hurt a bit because she had never had a man as big as him. All her previous lovers had been maybe six inches and definitely thinner.

“Oh hell, you’re tight, Zuria,” he moaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“No, it feels incredible.” He held her firm and paused as he seemed to struggle to maintain control. “I want to shove in, but I refuse to hurt you. If I don’t take it slow, you’re going to make me come.”

After what felt like an eternity, she was able to settle on his lap with his cock deep in her pussy. They held each other, panting and resting a moment. Zuria didn’t mean to, but she felt her pussy clenching and unclenching around Fane’s cock. He grunted each time she did it, and he increased the pressure on her waist.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he accused her. “And what happens if I let go after two pumps in?”

“Not my fault if you have a problem.”

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he growled. The next thing she knew she was kneeling on his jeans to protect her knees and Fane was on his behind her. He stuffed his big cock into her pussy and began a slow pump in and out. She curled her hands into the grass, arched her back, and fought not to cry out in ecstasy. He thrust a little faster and then faster still. Each time he drove all the way in, his pelvis bumped her ass and his balls hit her clit, giving her extra pleasure. If she thought he couldn’t last or that she somehow had greater control, she was so very wrong. Fane pounded into her heat, making her scream. Her shouts of “yes, yes!” echoed over the quiet night. He gave her more pleasure, reaching under her to pinch her clit between two fingers. She came hard, and he followed soon after.

Late in the night, Zuria tiptoed up the stairs to her brother’s apartment, holding her shoes in her hand. Her pussy was so sore because Fane could rest a little and get his cock hard again before taking her to amazing heights. They’d explored each other’s bodies until she lay exhausted under him, and then he had taken her home and left her with a kiss before roaring off down the street. She wondered if she would regret it all in the morning but was too tired to do more than shuffle toward her bedroom, which was more like a closet.

Passing the couch, she squeaked when Sam spoke just inches away. “So you gave into him?”