Bone Deep (13 page)

She smiled encouragingly. “Go ahead.”

He stroked his fingers lightly over the top of each mound
, treating
her
as if
she w
ere
as delicate as porcelain.

Sarah reached behind herself and unfastened the hooks of her bra. She shrugged it down her shoulders and sent it sailing through the air to land beside
her
slip. She sat naked, but for her underpants, on the lap of a near stranger and had never felt so bold, so proud of her body, so unbelievably desirable and
powerful
in her entire life.

Tom’s
Adam’s apple bobbed
and he
reached
toward her chest. His right hand with the flame-colored sun and
the
left with
its
moon-and-stars motif closed around her full breasts
and kneaded
them gently. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples.
They
tightened in response, sending a delicious twinge straigh
t down to her sex and
making her wiggle on his lap.

“Mm. That’s nice,” she whispered.

He glanced up at her and smiled
so sweetly it hurt her heart
. He continued to fondle her breasts carefully, toying with the nipples
with intense
fascination.
S
arah
didn’t know how to tell him that it was all right to suck on them too
. F
inally she simply said it. “You can kiss them if you want.”

She
flushed
at her
brazen
invitation. But it was obviously what
Tom
had been waiting for
. He
immediately
leaned in and
wrapped his lips around one aureole. His teeth grazed
her nipple, his tongue lapped over it
, and then he latched on and
sucked
.

She gasped at the sensation and cradled his head, urging him to continue with the pressure of her hand. His eyes were closed, long lashes fanning across
prominent
cheek
bone
s.
Tom’s face was made up of severe lines: a
straight
, high-bridged
nose, arched eyebrows
, a sharp jaw
and
,
balancing
all
that angularity, an almost feminine mouth
with
bowed
upper lip
and
full lower one
. Then there were those amazing blue eyes
. W
ith or without the manmade facial designs, he was
a very striking man
.

Sarah pushed Tom
away from her breasts long enough to
unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders. When she started to lift
his
undershirt
, Tom put his hands on hers. “Wait.”

Lifting her off of his lap,
he
stood and crossed the room to turn off the lamp. Light from the
hallway
barely illuminated
the room and cast deep shadows. Peeling off his
undershirt
, Tom
returned
to the couch and pulled
Sarah
back onto his lap.

S
he
wanted to see him
it seemed
he didn’t want to be seen. In some ways it felt even more intimate, cuddled together
half naked
in the semi-dark. She caressed his face with both hands then leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Her hands slid down his neck and his warm chest, feeling his pulse beat rapidly under her
palm. She continued on
down his torso and over his taut belly
, which twitched beneath her touch.
She unfastened the button
of his trousers
and drew down the zipper.

Tom gave a sharp inhalation as she reached beneath the waistband of his underwear. His
fully engorged
cock
filled her fist.
It felt different from John’s, and she realized he was circumcised. She wondered what that looked like and automatically turned her face
down, though she could see nothing in the dark
.

He
grasped her chin and
tip
ped
her face up. “Don’t.”
L
ight from the hallway illuminated his multi-hued arm as he
touched
her cheek. “Close your eyes
and
you can pretend it’s your husband.”

“What?”

“I know you miss him. I feel it coming off of you in waves all the time
,
”
he murmured
. “Besides ... you don’t want to see me.”

She frowned.
“Yes I do.
I don’t want to pretend you’re someone else. I want you.”

There was a long
silence
. “Why?”

Sarah thought about the men who’d occasionally asked her out since John died, all perfectly nice
, respectable
men
in the community. None had raised
a spark
of interest
in her. But from the moment she’d seen Tom and looked into his
somber
eyes she
’d
felt awakened.
Alive. What she felt for him
was more than physical attraction. Something unique in him
called to
something in her.

“I don’t know why,” she admitted. “It’s just you. I want to be with you. I feel like we belong together.” She smoothed one hand up his torso and rested it on his chest, picturing the chained heart and feeling his real heart beating steadily behind it. “Don’t you?”

In answer he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to him, and kissed her.

There was no more talking now
as t
heir mouths fused hungrily together.
T
he lust they
’
d fought for days was unleashed
at last
.

Sarah’s skin
burned
feverishly under Tom’s touch. He ran his hands
over
her back, the curve of her hips and the swell of her buttocks. He pushed her
underwear
down and squeezed her
bare
bottom
. T
hen
he
brushed his fingers over the crev
ice
between her cheeks.

Her body tensed all over
. Moisture
gathered
between her legs and her
sex
throbbed as it
rubbed
against the bulge in his pants. She
rocked against him, aroused by h
is ragged breathing as he responded to her movements.

Sarah climbed off his lap and removed her underpants. Tom
took off
his
trousers
and then they were both naked. She looked down at her
body
, a pale ghost
in the dim light,
and at Tom’s body, dark and mysterious with an occasional flash of vibrant color when
his skin
caught the light.
She
reclined
on the couch and spread her legs, her pussy wet with anticipation and her heart
pounding
. Tom moved on top of her, his weight supported on his arms wedged into the couch on either side of her.

The sofa was too narrow for two, but Sarah didn’t want to interrupt this to go upstairs to her bedroom. Already Tom’s cock was nudging at her slippery cleft and she reached down to guide him to it. She
’
d never been so wet and ready so quickly. He hadn’t even touched her down there and she was aching for him.

Tom emitted a low groan as he slowly sheathed himself
inside her
.

It had been a long time since Sarah had lain with a man and she was tight. She consciously relaxed her muscles, but they still clasped around his shaft like a glove
and
she felt absolutely filled.

Tom slowly drew himself almost all the way out, dragging past the sensitive lips of her
pussy
and making her gasp. Then he thrust in again. She lifted her hips to meet him.

H
is pace
accelerated
quickly. His need was so raw she knew he wouldn’t take long. Sarah wrapped her legs around his hips, anchoring him to her. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers
for a kiss, then
she whispered urgently, “Pull out before you
release
.”

He grunt
ed
and after he
’
d plunged into her only a few more times, she felt an aching absence as he obeyed her command. He continued pumping against her pubic mound and stomach. His cock brushed over her clit with each thrust. Within seconds Sarah felt the gathering sensation of her impending
climax
.
A
million sparks coalesc
ed at
that one point
then exploded through her in a shower of flames
. She cried out, squeezing her legs and arms around his body and arching her pelvis off the co
u
ch.

Tom froze in his thrusting and his body shuddered in her arms. His hoarse cry cut across the
saccharine
melody on the radio, a
raw,
primitive counterpoint to
the crooning singer
.

His seed spurted onto
her stomach, and h
e rocked a few more times, brushing over her sensitive clit and making her
groan
. Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. His back was slick with sweat under her hands and his
shoulders heaved
.

Sarah didn’t mind
his weight pinning her to the couch
. It felt good to be covered, by a man’s body. She couldn’t stop her mind drifting to John and
recalling their lovemaking
. Her husband had been a gentle lover. On their wedding night h
e’
d moved slowly, used his fingers to make her ready and prepare the way for his penetration. Then he
’
d entered her in careful increments until her body accepted all of him.

The sex act itself
was the same
, but the feeling of the two men couldn’t be more
different
.
F
or one thing,
John was heavier
while Tom was thin and wiry, his muscles coiled springs of energy.
O
ther differences she couldn’t even
find words for
.
C
ontrasts of personality came through in subtle ways in their lovemaking. Where John
had been
open, affable and earth
y
, Tom
’s quiet intensity felt
almost ethereal.

Sarah
disregarded
the comparisons. It was ridiculous to imagine she could tell
something profound
from one sexual encounter with Tom.
Th
e knowledge that there would be more encounters, that she would invite Tom into her bed and spend the
rest of the
night exploring his body, set her pulse racing once more.

“Shall we go to my room
?
It will be more comfortable.”

He lifted his head to look into her eyes.
They
gleam
ed in the dim light
. “Yes.” The word was almost a sigh.

Chapter
Six

Sarah turned off the radio
and
led the way upstairs, feeling Tom’s eyes roving over her naked
body
as he followed her.
Unconsciously she walked with a little twitch to her hips, and when s
he glanced over her shoulder
,
predictably
his eyes
were
trained
on her
rear
. She grinned
at the typical male behavior
. But then, if she
’
d been the one walking behind, she would have been gawking
at his bare backside
.

Her bedroom was stuffy and she opened the window to let
in
the night breeze. Since Tom seemed
to want his privacy
, she didn’t turn on the light
. Th
e moonlight through the window cast everything in shades of blue
, black
and gray
, including Tom’s figure crossing the room toward her
.