Her Only Desire (11 page)

Her breath hitched at his touch, and then again at his words. When he tugged her short, curling hairs, she groaned because her sex tightened in reaction, and he could see.

A finger stroked the length of her slit, the moist sound seeming to please him, because again, his lips parted in a strained smile. He bent, landing his hands on either side of her shoulders, and then slowly lowered his body.

The first touch of his chest to hers, crisp curls rubbing against her sensitive nipples, made her shiver. When he lowered his hips and pressed his hot, hard cock against her belly, she closed her eyes, afraid she’d reveal too much of the pleasure washing through her.

“No hiding.”

She opened her eyes, staring back at him. He was resting on his elbows, bracketing her shoulders, their bodies mashed together. And all she could think was how much more of him she wanted.

He cupped one side of her cheek and rubbed his finger across her bottom lip. She stuck out her tongue and licked it, eyes widening when she tasted herself.

His head lowered, bringing the shadows with him. “There’s so much I want, sweetheart. So much I’ll do. If anything makes you afraid, don’t hesitate to ask me to stop. There’s nothing I consider taboo. Nothing I don’t want to touch or enter. With you, I’m finding it hard to hold back.” He bent closer and kissed her mouth, licking her bottom lip, and then eased his tongue inside her.

His kiss was more than just a kiss. It was a promise. A sensual threat. He controlled it, using his hands to hold her head still, his lips to seduce her into wanting to follow. His tongue invaded, licking at her lips, stroking her tongue, thrusting in a way and a rhythm that made her hips curl.

With his mouth and tongue, he drew from her emotions she found foreign—wonder at his thoroughness, sublime lethargy that left her feeling boneless. Heat licked at her breasts and sex, although he concentrated all his efforts on exploring only her mouth.

When he drew back, she blinked slowly, her gaze going straight to his lips and then rising slowly to lock with his darkly hooded gaze.

“I think…I’ll play with you later,” he murmured. “For now, I’ll keep this uncomplicated.”

“Uncomplicated? For whom?” she grumbled.

His chest shook against her as he chuckled. Then he dipped down and kissed her chin.

She tilted back her head, begging him silently for more. He gave it, sliding his lips down her throat, his tongue touching the pulse hammering there. Then he scooted down, kissing the tops of her breasts.

More than anything, she wanted to sink her fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to the aching tips of her breasts.

Boone didn’t make her wait, lips latching on one beaded tip and drawing on it, pulling it into his mouth, where he tortured it with flicks of his tongue.

Muscles tensing, her legs moved restlessly, widening beneath him. Moisture seeped from inside her, but he couldn’t know, could he? He wasn’t touching her there, where she needed him most.

He let go of her nipple and nibbled and sucked her skin, making his way across her chest to the other nipple.

When he bit the tip, she arched beneath him, groaning, aching for release.

He leaned on one elbow and cupped the breast he tortured, molding it in his large hand. Then his hand glided down her ribs, and lower still, fingers sliding into the top of her folds.

Heart pounding, her breath hitched and held as he pulled her nipple between his teeth and nibbled. His fingers swirled atop her cloaked clitoris.

Letting go of her breast, he glanced into her eyes. “No rules. No inhibitions, Tilly. Give yourself to me.” His fingers swirled and swirled, pausing now and then to gather the fluids seeping from inside her, then rubbing again, each slow circle tightening the desire coiling inside her.

She couldn’t look away. Couldn’t hide behind the sweep of her eyelashes. Locked in his gaze, held captive by his wicked fingers and the steady gleam of his darkened eyes, she began to writhe, thighs tightening and opening, her head turning side to side. Her breaths deepened, growing more ragged by the second.

When the moment arrived, she forgot to keep her hands at her head and reached desperately for his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin while her back arched and her moans grew louder.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Fly, sweetheart. Fly.”

Released by his words and the pressure of his fingertips, pleasure exploded, radiating outward from deep in her core, quivering through her limbs, curling her toes. Tilly’s cry cut off as she fell back, shattered, pleasure pulsing, rippling up and down her channel.

Fingers plunged inside her, twisting, finding a sensitive spot that wrested another wave of wicked pleasure. When she tumbled down, she lay sweating, the sheet wet beneath her bottom.

Boone kissed her belly, the top of her mound. When his tongue touched her clit, the caress soothed rather than taking her into that dark pleasure again. She sank her fingertips into his thick hair and rocked her hips, the motions slowing until she fell still.

He moved up the bed, turned her on her side, and spooned his body behind hers. His arms wrapped around her, a tight-muscled embrace. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and simply held her.

Tilly waited breathlessly, eager and yet dreading what came next. Her breaths were still settling. Leaving her no way to pretend she’d suddenly fallen asleep. But what did one say at a moment like this? She’d given herself to a man she barely knew, one she couldn’t trust with her secrets.

And his cock was still rigid, poking against her bottom—no! Resting between her cheeks! Her breath hitched in her throat.

“It’s all right to sleep,” he drawled, his fingers rubbing along her arm.

Tilly sniffed. “I don’t need your permission.”

“But you need my cooperation.”

She heard a smile in his voice. “But you didn’t…”

“I had some satisfaction. I’ve learned a few things about you.”

“Really? You got all that…just now?”

“Mmm-hmm.” His head nodded against her hair. “You’re not a screamer.”

To hold back a laugh, she pressed her lips together.

“You mutter. And mumble. Whisper a lot of ‘Oh Gods.’”

Surprise slackened her jaws. “Where was I? I didn’t hear any of that.”

“Because your eyes were closed. You were too busy with your orgasms to know what you were saying.”

Her eyes widened. Had she blurted anything else? “You’re teasing me.”

“Yes, I am. And I thank you.”

“For what? You still haven’t…”

“Come, yes, I know,” he said, his voice wry. “But I’m also not thinking about the cabin. Or what you said to me out there.”

She held her breath, certain now that he had her naked and vulnerable, he’d press his advantage. But he wasn’t pressing anything, which got her thinking about how she could distract him from what she’d said.

To stall, she dragged in a breath she didn’t really need and snuggled deeper against his chest, and then gave a subtle wiggle of her butt.

His breath caught. Thick, muscled biceps tightened.

At his restraint, she bit her lip and gave an exaggerated sigh.

“Tilly,” he rumbled, “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“Why?”

“I can’t remember now,” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. His cock nudged harder against her backside.

Tilly squeezed her eyes shut and called on her courage. Slowly, she stretched her leg down, then lifted it, sliding her calf atop his, opening herself to whatever he might want to do.

“Training you is going to be a bitch,” he growled.

“Some things don’t need a lot of thought,” she whispered. “No plan. No campaign.”

“Something you will learn is anticipation builds tension and that makes what happens next so much richer and deeper.”

“I promise to take notes tomorrow,” she sassed breathlessly.

“You won’t be responsible for remembering anything. My task is to train you well enough that you act out of instinct. Without thought. Or campaigns.”

She liked the rumbling tenor of his voice and the way his hands stayed still on her hip and belly while she couldn’t help pulsing softly against him. She was incredibly turned on, because she knew she was getting to him.

The things he said, promising her something she really didn’t understand but was growing eager to embrace, made her hot. Not because of any image they brought to mind, but because she could tell how much he wanted her to submit to his care and tutelage.

And maybe that was the point.

From behind, his thigh moved, nudging between her legs.

She tilted her ass and let her pussy rub against his thigh, leaving a trail of moisture he couldn’t miss.

“Tilly,” he groaned, warning in his voice.

But she wasn’t paying him any mind. Her breasts and the moist slit of her sex were growing hot and engorged. She ached and she didn’t bother holding back a moan. “Do something, Boone. Please.”

He grunted and shifted behind her.

The moment she felt the thick hot column touching her inner thigh, she tensed. Her pussy clasped, making a lush wet sound that made her cringe.

His hand smoothed down her belly and fingers slid between her labia, spreading them. The hand on her hip moved, reaching between her legs and beyond. And suddenly, his cock was snug against her entrance. Instinct tightened her thighs for a second and then she relaxed.

“Dammit,” he bit out. A soft chuckle followed. “I never have these moments.”

Frustrated, Tilly felt on the edge of some discovery. “You can’t find it? You’re right there.”

His chest rocked against her back. “No condom,” he said, licking her neck.

“Where do you keep them?”

“There should be a box in the nightstand.”

In a flash, she shoved away his hands and scrambled for the side of the bed, his chuckles following her as she felt around for the drawer, slid it open, and reached inside. When she found the box, she dumped most of the contents on the floor, but didn’t really care. Her eagerness was giving him a giggle fit.

In triumph, she raised a packet. “You have to put it on. I’m not learnin’ now.”

“You’re a bossy little thing.” He reached for her hand and took the packet.

Shadows hid most of what he did, but she heard plastic tear, and then the sounds of latex smoothing down.

When he was done, he leaned on one hand and patted the mattress with the other. “Come here, Tilly.”

There were no more thoughts of stalling. Modesty was already out the door. Her knee landed on the mattress, and she crawled, coming to a halt beside him, but careful not to touch. At that moment, her courage fled, and she didn’t want to show her ineptitude one more time by doing something clumsy, or something he didn’t want.

Boone studied her, his gaze sweeping her body slowly. He reached out and tugged a nipple, letting it bounce back when he released the pinch. Then he trailed a finger down her belly, pausing to trace her belly button.

Her belly jerked. She’d never considered that part of her body an erogenous zone, but the feel of his callused fingertip on her soft skin made it one. Then his finger trailed down to her mound and into the top of her folds. It rasped her clit, and her thighs tensed. She wanted badly to open her stance and invite him to burrow deep inside her, but she held still. Waiting.

He didn’t make her wait long.

Boone dropped his hand and lay back, putting both hands behind his head, stretching his body, and parting his legs. “Play, Tilly. For tonight, do anything you want. Touch me anywhere.”

Boone held his breath as Tilly’s greedy gaze raked over his body. She’d surprised him with her shy lust and humor. He’d surprised himself with his indulgence—and by the fact he was eager to see where her desire and curiosity led.

So he stretched his body, placing his hands behind his head and threading his fingers together to resist the urge to reach for her soft body. His belly sank, his thighs were tense and spread. His cock rose against his belly, demanding attention, but he didn’t think she’d have the courage to go there first. So he waited.

With quick swipes, she licked her lips. “I feel at a disadvantage,” she whispered.

Boone arched a brow. “How so? We’re both nude.”

“Your body.” She waved a hand. “It’s so perfect. Not an ounce of…laziness…anywhere.”

A smile tugged at his mouth. “You haven’t looked away from my cock. How do you know?”

Her gaze shot to his face. “Sorry. I thought you might be…large, but that…” She pointed at his groin. “I’m a little intimidated.”

“It’s not Mount Everest.”

“It’s the
mounting
that worries me.” Her lips twitched.

His smile stretched wide. “You’re funny. That’s unexpected.”

“Only when I’m nervous. Maybe. I don’t know.” She groaned and shook her head. “Maybe I’m just funny to you because you know I don’t know where to start.”

Boone watched her, loving the way her gaze darted over his body, looking for just the right spot, but lingering again on his cock. Taking pity on her, he cleared his throat. “Run your hands over me, sweetheart. Begin at my shoulders. Straddle me if you like. Nothing will happen unless you do the mounting.”

She swallowed hard, the harsh sound impossible to miss. But then she lifted her chin and crawled closer. When she began to lift one thigh, she glanced away.

For a moment, he was tempted to follow her gaze. Then he realized she’d looked away because she’d hoped he’d do the same. She was clearly nervous about opening her legs and exposing herself.

“You know it’s very dark in here. I can barely see anything,” he murmured.

“
Liar.
But thanks.” She finished the movement, gasping as she fit her pussy against the length of his shaft and settled down. Her breasts shook with her quick breaths.

At her touch, his thigh muscle tightened. “You’re very wet, Ms. Floret,” he teased.

“Quiet. I’m nervous enough.”

Boone’s cock pulsed, and he clasped his fingers tighter.

She gasped, then blew out a stream of air.

Good Lord, she better move, and soon.
“You have me at your mercy,” he said, in the way of encouragement.

“Why do I suddenly think I’m doing exactly what you wanted me to do?”

“Your slick pussy is pressed against me, but not embedded. Do you really think that’s what I want?” His pulse pounded.

“I’m glad you can’t see how red my cheeks are right now. It’s not like I haven’t had sex before, but…” She bit her lip.

He shifted his thighs, juggling her a bit.

With another gasp, she clamped her hands on his chest.

“You could pleasure yourself. Use me,” he whispered, his voice like a caress.

“Maybe you could give me a few more hints.”

“Do you really need them?”

“Not really, but maybe you’re thinking of something other than what I am. I’m a little one-tracked right now.” Warm liquid spilled from inside her and she moaned, followed by a breathless laugh.

Her one-track was exactly in line with his. Relenting, he gave her another hint. “I’d love to feel your breasts against me.”

She gave a little nod, and then lowered her torso until hardened, beaded tips touched his chest. Her eyes slid closed, and she swayed slightly side to side, scraping them on his skin and tangling them in his chest hair.

“Do you know what I’d like to do with those pretty peaks?” he murmured, relieved she’d finally done something to get the action started.

“No,” she said, biting her lip and swaying again.

“I’d like to attach alligator clamps to the tips and tighten them, just enough to make you gasp.”

Her face was close enough, he saw her nose wrinkle. “Sounds painful.”

“It’s exquisite. Some women can come from just the pinch of the clamps tightening. Once they’re attached, I’d flick the tips with my tongue.”

Her breaths deepening, she swayed again. “My breasts might not be that attuned. That sensitive,” she said, dragging out the last word as she scraped them once more. She sighed and lowered again, mashing her firm globes against him. Her cheek slid alongside his, and her breaths rasped in his ear.

He undulated his hips, sliding his cock forward and back between her vaginal lips, rocking her gently.

“Maybe I could come just like this,” she said, her tone hopeful.

At her words, he rolled his eyes. His body wasn’t going to cooperate for very long. Her hot sex was spread, oozing honey he’d love to feel melting on his shaft. “If you lift up your hips, you could take me,” he whispered.

Her head lifted above his, and her mouth hovered over his lips. “But then the sex would all be over. And somehow, I suspect this is a pleasure you won’t be awarding me again, any time soon. This freedom.”

He drew a deep breath. “Smart girl.”

“Not a girl.” She licked his bottom lip, dragging off it and groaning, and then pressed her mouth firmly against his.

Boone shuddered beneath her, his control ready to snap. He nearly laughed at that realization because he wasn’t one to lose himself in sex. He prided himself on control, but there was something special about Tilly, something…innocently carnal about the way she approached making love with him. His restraint was fraying. Quickly. The moment her tongue entered his mouth, he pounced, sucking it inside, taking control of the kiss as he lifted his head and locked his mouth to hers.

He’d kissed a hundred girls. Probably more. He didn’t know, didn’t care. This kiss was hotter, purer. Her whimpers leaked into his mouth.

She drew back, her brows drawing together. “I didn’t know a kiss could be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like sex.”

“Kisses are sexy.”

“But they’re not…” She swallowed. “Dirty.”

His cock twitched. He dropped his head and clenched his fingers tighter. “Continue, Ms. Floret.”

Her thighs straightened, bracketing his, and she applied pressure, urging him to close them, which he did. Then she scooted down his body until her head was level with his chest.

Her hands molded his muscles. “They’re like thick slabs. Curved, but not like mine. Flatter, but thicker.” She dipped her head and touched one small nipple with the tip of her tongue, flicking it, and then she latched her lips around it and sucked, drawing off it then burrowing again, using both lips and teeth to pull it into a point.

Boone felt the sensual tug all the way to his groin.

She fingered the tip, glanced up to meet his gaze, and then moved to the other nipple, twisting the one she held as she sucked.

Her mouth pursed and drawing against his skin nearly broke his control again because he could easily imagine her mouth on his cock, pleasuring him with those strong pulls. “Tilly…sweetheart…”

“Mmmm?” She shook her head, dragging his nipple left then right.

The sting went straight to his balls, which were hard as stones and drawn up tight. His closed thighs felt like a vice clamping down on them. He growled a little.

She giggled, then moved lower, licking and nipping his ribs, her fingers trailing just behind, until she reached his belly button, which she rimmed lovingly over and over. The point of her tongue dove into the center and pressed.

His cock jerked against the center of her body. Boone gritted his teeth but remained silent, refrained from offering her suggestions because she was doing just fine without his guidance. His cock was so hard, so swollen with lust, he half feared he’d split the condom.

Again, she moved downward, raising her head and coming up on her arms as she stared at his cock. Her head was bent so he couldn’t see her expression and her hair tickled his pelvis.

“My balls,” he bit out, unable to endure another minute of pressure.

“Oh.” She leaned one way then the other as he parted his legs and let out a sigh at the relief from constriction. “Do they hurt?”

“Uh-huh.” Maybe she’d show a little mercy.

Her small hand slipped between his legs, and she cupped his balls. After a second, her head shot up. “Would you like me to lick them?”

He couldn’t get a word past his throat without first clearing it. “I want you to suck them.”

“Oh,” she said again, and took a deep breath before bending, one hand pushing against his cock, the other cradling his stones.

The moment her mouth opened and she took him inside, he let out a ferocious groan.

Her tongue laved them inside her mouth as her lips sucked.

His cock swelled again, and he knew he wouldn’t last a second longer if he didn’t take back control. “Enough,” he growled, holding his body rigid.

In an instant, her mouth disengaged, but she didn’t look up.

He sat up, gripped her shoulders, and pushed her away, then got his knees under himself. Without pausing, he pushed again, shoving her to her back. Her knees remained folded. He pressed them farther apart and crawled over her, not stopping until he had her body under his, his cock snug against her opening. He dipped his head, his mouth an inch from hers.

“Did I do it wrong?” she whispered, her eyebrows doing a teasing dance.

With one shake of his head, he tightened his jaw because every instinct screamed at him to plunge deep. But she’d been worried about his size, and he didn’t want this first time to be anything but pleasurable.

So he waited until he had his lust firmly under control, dragging in deep breaths. Only then did he reach down, spread her lips with his fingers and push his cock inside, just a couple inches, just far enough that her entrance swallowed his head. Her pussy tightened around him, clenching him, holding him there.

Her mouth was open, her breaths coming in jagged pants.

The excitement he heard heightened his lust. “I want to fuck you, Tilly.”

“I want that too. God, I swear I do.”

He dropped his head, resting his forehead against hers. He settled his elbows on either side of her shoulders and cupped her face between his hands. “If I go too fast for you…”

“I’ll let you know,” she said, then closed her eyes. “Please, Boone. Please.”

With a gentle move, he flexed his hips and drove slowly inside, giving her shallow thrusts as he worked his way into her channel. She was hot and tight. So wet, he nearly groaned. Ripples were already massaging his shaft.

She was perfect. He was accustomed to noting the details, clicking off every sign of a woman’s arousal, but he couldn’t quite concentrate on her body’s reactions. His own pleasure was eclipsing his mind. He rocked his hips, churning into her sweet, wet cunt.

Boone rose on his arms, needing larger motions, needing to thrust deeper and deeper, because he couldn’t hold back a moment longer. He leaned on one hand and cupped her butt, bringing her closer, locking her against him as he powered into her.

Her legs straightened, toes curling. He wrapped his arm around one then the other, and shoved her thighs forward, pausing to kiss the inside of one knee, then powering harder into her.

Her head thrashed on the mattress, rocking side to side. Her mouth was open—breaths shortening and whimpers rising in tenor. She was close. He could feel the tension inside her body, the way her inner walls and succulent opening clamped around him.

Boone gasped and stroked harder, sweat rolling from his hair to drop on her chest and belly. He still wasn’t deep enough, not close enough. With a groan, he pulled free and sat back on his haunches. He patted his thighs and waited until she opened her eyes.

Unhesitating, Tilly clambered up and straddled him.

He reached down, planted his cock at her entrance, and then gripped her hips and forced her down.

Her head lolled back, but her knees scooted closer to his body. She began to rise and fall, her belly undulating, her thighs quivering. Her moans came fast, one on top of the other, and her soft hands squeezed his shoulders.

When next she rose, he dove toward her chest, latched on to a nipple, and bit it.

She screamed, her body shuddering hard, stiffening.

A wash of liquid heat coated his cock, and he groaned again, cupping her ass and urging her to move faster.

“Boone, Boone,” she chanted.

“Baby, come. Do it now,” he growled.

If she didn’t come quickly, he’d spend himself before she did. Not something he’d allow. He slipped a hand between them, slid a fingertip into the top of her folds, and toggled her clit.

She keened, the sound broken by wild downward thrusts of her body.

Waiting, waiting, he ground his jaws together. But she bit his shoulder and his balls exploded, cum shooting through his cock in hot spurts. His fingers dug into her voluptuous ass and he pushed her down as he jerked upward, impaling her in strong, centered thrusts—stroke after blinding stroke until he was wrung out, his chest heaving and her body quaking, falling limply against him.

He thrust his hands deep into her hair and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was wet…ravenous. When their movements slowed, they drew back, breathing hard, staring into each other’s shadowed faces.

His fingers tugged her hair, and he bent to press his forehead against hers. “I’ll be in charge from here on out.”

“I think that’s best,” she whispered.

But he saw the white of her teeth as she smiled. “Minx, sleep.”

“You can manage single syllables. Can’t have been that good.”

His chest shook. Eight inches deep and he was laughing. Now, that was a first.

* * *

As he lifted her from his lap, Tilly felt as boneless as a rag doll. She was exhausted. Sated as she’d never been before. For now, she was content to let him take over and arrange her body.

He dragged her up the mattress, rolled her to her side, and spooned against her back, a thick arm resting in the curve of her waist. His hand slid under her head, and he placed his arm beneath her. His beefy bicep would be her pillow. Harder than she was accustomed to, but also reassuring. She sighed and snuggled against his heat.