Hunting Truth (9 page)

He kissed along my inner thigh, right to
the top, and then did the same with my other thigh. He moved his
head to repeat the gesture but I wanted his mouth on me so I
reached down and grasped a handful of hair and tugged. He looked up
in shock but my hands quickly pressed his face into my sex and held
him there. I heard him inhale deeply, relishing my scent. His
breath tickled as he released it. Then I felt the tip of his tongue
probing gently along my folds.

I slackened my grip on his head to give
him room to maneuver. And just watched. And felt. I will never
forget that image of my mighty alpha male on his knees, hands bound
whilst he pleasured me with his mouth. The sight of him was almost
as arousing as the sensations he was eliciting from my dripping
pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on regulating my
breathing as I’d seen Lucas do. This was too good to end too
quickly.

His tongue
licked and lapped and his mouth sucked until my
ass was writhing against the bed. My fingers began pulling and
pinching my nipples quite roughly. He sucked one of my labia into
his mouth, slid his tongue along it and then released it. Oh. So.
Slowly. It slipped through his firm lips and back into place. He
did the same to its twin and I heard a long low guttural moan and
was shocked to learn it was mine. He then pointed his tongue and
began to fuck me with it, his nose teasing my slit with every
thrust of his face.

In no time at all, I felt my body building
for release
, despite my
efforts to stall it. My back arched and my thighs pressed against
his head, keeping our contact, and then my hips bucked as the crest
of my orgasm broke. My body jolted and shuddered as I surrendered
completely. I heard Lucas groaning and guzzling greedily. It was
the hottest sound imaginable and drove my climax on. Well, that and
the fact that he was still tonguing me madly. I thrashed and moaned
loudly until my multiple orgasms finally subsided. Lucas was still
kneeling with his head resting against my inner thigh. His face
glistened with my nectar, his eyes were closed and he looked so
peaceful.

I called his name softly and his eyes
opened.
He smiled a
lazy, self-satisfied smile and my heart swelled. This man loved me.
Of that I had no doubt, although I had no reference, never having
been loved before. But I knew that he did. And I loved him
too.

I whispered that he should get into bed.
The oak floor would
’ve
been hard against his knees. With a lithe, catlike movement, he
rocked back on his heels and pushed up so that he was standing. His
balance was fantastic. I could just sit back and watch him move,
going about ordinary daily chores and be enthralled by it. I was
soon distracted when he sat on the edge of the bed then swung his
legs up. He rolled onto his side and I remembered his bound hands.
I reached around and unfastened the belt. Then, when I’d freed
them, I massaged his wrists gently.

“
Oh that
’s better,” he said, flexing his wrists.

I giggled. “Well at least you have some
understanding of what you do to me.”

“
Darling, you coming all over my face gives
me a good understanding of what I do to you.”

I laughed and slapped his arm playfully.
“I haven’t finished with that belt yet.”

He launched himself up and sat astride me,
pinning
my hands above
my head with his as he said, “Oh really, shall I use it to restrain
your hands?”

I leaned up and licked his chest then took
his nipple between my teeth. The instant I felt his hands relax, I
bucked my hips and twisted, knocking him off balance as I slid out
from underneath him, pulling my hands out of his loose grasp. I
slid astride him and he laughed in disbelief at my feistiness. I
snatched up the belt and lifted his hands up over his head. I knew
it was my breasts dangling over his face that allowed me to get
away with this. I think he was hypnotized by them!

When I finished securing his wrists, I
slid back down his body, allowing my breasts to graze his chest. I
traced my fingers over the large bulge in his jeans then
caress
ed him with more
pressure. I unfastened his jeans and released him, taking him into
my hands and stroking his silky skin gently. “Hmmm, no underwear,
Mr. Hunter?”

He gave a cheeky, lopsided grin. “No, in
your absence I found that the friction of my clothing against my
aching cock was a pleasant distraction.”

I laughed as I tugged his jeans down his
muscular legs before throwing them onto the floor. I crawled back
up his body, stopping to lick from the base of his balls, up over
them and along the length of his cock, grinning when it twitched. I
debated which way to take him and decided on reverse cowgirl,
thinking that he wouldn’t be tempted to move his hands to fondle my
breasts if he couldn’t reach them.

I turned and hovered astride him.
“Hmm, that’s quite a view of
your delectable ass, Miss Prince,” he murmured.

I wiggled it suggestively before
positioning myself over the head of his majestic cock.
I rubbed the head against my
still wet slit, teasing both him and myself. Then I rubbed my
wetness against the length of him, up and down. Slowly. I looked
down and saw his evident excitement pooling on the top his glans. I
collected the clear liquid on the tip of my finger, turned to Lucas
and smeared it across my bottom lip. Then I licked my lip with
exaggerated slowness.

“
You are a delicious tease, Issy Prince.
But if you don’t hurry up and impale yourself on my cock, I’m not
going to be able to resist pushing your face into the mattress,
pulling your ass in the air and taking you fast and
hard.”

I pouted and blew him a kiss before
turning and wiggling my ass. Then, before he had chance to carry
out his threat, which I knew to be real, I turned back, positioned
his cock and began to lower myself onto him. Oh, I’d forgotten just
how incredibly delectable that stretch was. Down I sank until I was
completely filled and he was totally inside me. I sat for a second,
relishing the sensation and denying the urge to move and allow his
cock to stroke my insides.

I
raised myself, unhurriedly, then clenched slightly as I
slid back down. I knew that my orgasm wouldn’t be long so I took it
slowly. I rose and fell, my hands on the tops of his thighs, in
almost complete silence. Just our breathing could be heard. It was
perfect. All of the stress and strains of the recent past ebbed
away as I felt my soul healing and reinforcing its bond with
Lucas’.

I started when I felt a fingertip trail
gently between my ass cheeks as I moved.
I clenched hard around his cock and heard his
breath hiss between his teeth. Then I stilled. The finger was
removed. To make sure he kept his hands above his head, I lay back,
my back against his chest. I could no longer ride him as I had been
but instinctively he began to rock his hips and thrust into
me.
Oh. My.
God!
The angle was
perfect for rubbing his cock against my G-spot.

I turned my head and Lucas sealed his lips
over mine.
I marveled
that we were so in tune with each other. Instinct took over and no
words were necessary because every time our intuition was perfect.
We kissed tenderly and deeply, much like the action further down
our bodies. And when the kiss became more passionate and consuming,
so did his thrusts. I felt him raise his bound hands and bring his
arms over his head so that his hands rested on my stomach. Again, a
faultless instinct as being in his arms at that moment made it
perfect.

I tried so hard to hold back my orgasm so
that we could come together and thankfully, just as I began to lose
control, I felt the tension spread through his muscles indicating
that his release was imminent too.
Our kiss became all-consuming and we devoured each
other as we fell over the edge of ecstatic release. My lungs were
burning with the effort of trying to breathe as I returned his
onslaught and we finally collapsed, sated. I lay there with him
inside me as he kissed my neck and whispered how much he loved me.
In that moment, everything was perfect.

A
little while later I slid off him, unfastened his belt, and
curled up into his side, my head on his chest as we began to drift
off to sleep.

“
Goodnight
, my beautiful Issy. Back where you belong. By my
side always.”

“
Always.
Goodnight, gorgeous. I can’t wait to wake up in
your arms in the morning.”

“
I’ll think I’m dreaming. I’m not letting
you out of my sight tomorrow. Just as well I’m at mini-Dakota for
some of it.”

Mini-Dakota
! I wondered whether Lucas had appointed another
interior designer and I was almost too afraid to ask. I need not
have worried.

“
Mini-Dakota needs you, Issy. Nobody can
create perfection like you. Whether it’s inside my heart or inside
my buildings. Pure perfection . . .” His voice trailed off and his
breathing gradually deepened, indicating his passage into
sleep.

I lay for a little while basking in the
afterglow of our lovemaking and his beautiful, heartfelt
words.
But something was
niggling me at the back of my mind. I couldn’t grasp it, probably
because I was so tired. But it was on my mind when my eyes finally
closed.

The next morning I awoke, safely ensconced
in Lucas
’ arms, my head
still on his chest. In fact, it didn’t look as though either of us
had moved a muscle all night long.

“Good morning, darling,” he murmured.

I moved my head backwards onto his
shoulder. “Morning, handsome.”

“
Much as I’d like to stay here all day with
you, it’s already after 9 a.m. and—”

“
It’s what?” I said, sitting up and looking
at the alarm clock. “Oh my word. Neither of us ever sleep in this
late. Are you late for an appointment?”

He kissed my forehead. “No. Daniel has
been taking care of everything while my world fell apart without
you at its center.”

I turned my head and pressed a kiss
against his collar bone. “Well, I’m back where I belong and I’m
going nowhere, so you can go play with your empire
again.”

He chuckled. “It has lost its appeal
somewhat lately. And I can have much more fun with you.”

I squealed as he moved suddenly to sit
astride me, pinning my hands. “Hey,” I protested. “This is your
bed. You don’t get to be bossy here.”

“
I
do believe that I said you get what you want in here. Trust
me, you’re going to want this.”

And he wasn
’t wrong. Three incredible orgasms proved that. By
the time we’d showered and I’d been back to my apartment to change,
it was midday before we got to mini-Dakota and we were starving. My
stomach protested loudly and made us laugh. I left Lucas with Bob
Dawes, the site foreman, and headed back up to the largest
apartment of the development, the one that I’d completed the week
before.

I loved that place.
I’d fallen in love with the whole
building. But that apartment wasn’t just the largest, it had the
best natural light and the best views over the courtyard, which
also meant it was in a quieter position than the others. I wandered
around, marveling again at just how much of myself—my tastes and
preferences—I’d put into this place. I began to visualize the
furniture that I’d put in each room and all the decorative
finishing touches I’d make if it was mine.

“
Earth to Issy.
Come in Issy!”

I turned on my heel and found Lucas
standing with his arms full. I could smell coffee and
food.

We went into the kitchen and hopped up
onto the countertop. Lucas had sent one of the laborers out to get
us breakfast bagels and coffee from a café just down the
street.

As we ate, he said, “You were miles away
in there. What were you thinking? Any changes you wish to
make?”

“
God no!” I exclaimed. “Everything’s
perfect.”

“So what was on your mind?”

I could feel my cheeks coloring. “I . . .
Um . . . I was actually picturing the furniture.”

He looked confused. “But
I
’m not furnishing the
apartments. You know that.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I was picturing it
with my furniture.”

“
Your furniture? Why
. . . oh, I see.”

We finished the rest of our meal and drank
our coffees. Then we went into the next apartment. Work had begun a
couple of days previously, using the designs that I’d begun but not
finalized. I quickly got into deep discussions with Jenson, Lucas’
architect, and Bob Dawes, working out what they could do and what
was a priority for me to sort out.

Before I knew it, the light was
fading and it was late
afternoon. We got back into the car and my head was buzzing. I told
Lucas that I’d need to work that evening—I’d be holding the project
up otherwise. He wouldn’t hear of it and, well, you can’t argue
with the boss. Instead of going toward the Orion Building, he
turned the other way and began to head out of Manhattan. He
wouldn’t say where we were going.