Lyon on a Leash (18 page)

It was soft, shiny, and thick. He kept it in a ponytail when he worked, and loose any other time. Pulling his hair to hold him in a particular position was a favorite part of sexual play for her. She drew his face down until his lips hovered above hers. All day she’d been thinking about him, about what they shared. She’d wondered if this was real or if she’d overlooked something.

She met his calm gaze.

She stroked his cheek with her fingertips before tracing his lips. Through it all, he remained silent, watching, waiting for her next move or instruction.

“I missed you today,” she whispered as she glanced up at him.

His eyes widened and then closed tight. A second later he opened them, blinking rapidly.

“I’ve been pinching myself to wake up. This thing we have, it’s too perfect. You’re too good to me.” She paused and swallowed hard. “I have no idea how I made it before you came into my life, but now that I have you, I don’t want to let you go.”

He brushed his cheek against hers. “I’m here and there’s no place I’d rather be.”

“Good.” She leaned into him and exhaled. His arms surrounded her, cocooning her in his care. She took solace in the solid beat of his heart beneath her ear.

They remained locked in an embrace for a few moments, until her earlier tension and reservations dissipated. Pushing back slightly, she pulled his head down so she could brush her lips against his. “Something smells good.”

“Mmm, hmmm. Herbed chicken breasts with a special sauce,” he murmured, his breath warm on her cheek.

Her tongue slid across his lips, tasting him. “Yum…sounds good.” She caught his face and dragged his mouth down to hers, sweeping her tongue inside and sucking on his. A fire lit in the pit of her belly. Maybe it was the uncertainty that had assaulted her throughout the day, but the need to reassure herself what they had was real slammed into her.

“More. I want more,” she said, trying to take in extra air and, at the same time, keep their mouths fused.

His arms went beneath her bottom as he lifted her. He moved a few steps. She heard some beeps before he walked out the kitchen. Vera buried her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his masculine scent as he strode into her bedroom.

He released her slowly as she slid down the front of him, enjoying the feel of his hard length. As she pushed down his shorts, his cock sprung free. Her mouth watered as she looked at his thickness, and her pussy wept. Her lower regions throbbed as her walls clenched.

He gasped.

She looked down and her palm was wrapped around his hardness. The sight surprised her. She had no recollection of taking him in hand. He pulsed against her palm. With slow movements, she swiped the pre-cum from the mushroom-shaped head with her thumb, and slid up and down.

His stomach quivered from her handling of him.

Awash with emotions she didn’t want to examine, she leaned forward and caught his nipple between her teeth.

He shuddered. His reactions fed hers. She continued her assault on his nipples as she stroked his cock.

Pearly fluids leaked onto her hand. When she knew he was close, she stopped, took a step back, and licked his juices from her fingers.

“Tasty,” she said in a soft tone, watching him struggle to pull himself from the brink. She glanced at the chair in the corner of her room where he had stowed her briefcase, and smiled. Even with a boner and carrying her, he’d held on to her property. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her dress.

He started to come to her, offering his assistance, but she waved him off. Seconds later the dress pooled at her feet. She picked it up and laid it across the chair. Dressed in her heels, red bra, and matching lace panty, she returned to him.

Her fingernail traced one nipple, then the other, occasionally flicking or running back and forth over the tip. Each time, a visible tremor ran through him. It was sexy as hell watching his body respond to her attention. His breath came in short puffs; his skin was flushed, even red in places. The purpled head of his cock strained for her touch.

Backing up, she sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”

He moved forward, his cock in his hand.

She traced the angry veins that ran down his thick shaft. Reaching the mushroomed tip, she flicked it around and around. She took hold of his hardness, fisting it in her hand.

“Is this mine?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s yours.”

Leaning forward, she lapped at the essence that trickled out.

Eyes squeezed tight, he hissed.

Pleased, she took more of him in her mouth and sucked as though he were a sweet lollipop.

His body shook as he moaned loud and long.

Good
.

She thought of everything he’d brought to her life. How he’d turned her house into a home. Despite the cliché, it was now a place she wanted to return to every day. How, without complaint, he made sure her clothes and house were clean to her picky standards. Healthy meals were always available for her.

Initially, she had been reluctant to allow him to do so much for her. But he insisted caring for her was exactly what he wanted to do. Most things he chose to do around the house, he took upon himself. She didn’t know he’d taken over the yard work until she saw the new riding lawnmower in the garage, before he’d placed it in the outside storage shed. The freshly painted bathroom walls in the pool house were done with no input from her. The tennis court lines had been redone and she didn’t even play.

Instead of burning out, he seemed to thrive. She didn’t quite understand what made him the way he was, but she gave thanks daily for him being in her life.

Adjusting her throat, she took him inch by inch. She reached between his legs and fondled his balls. He began thrusting gently and she allowed it. Pretty soon, they had a good rhythm going. When he was close, she pulled off.

His audible groan surprised her. Normally, he kept his emotions in check. One night, he’d explained, his former Mistress generally took a long time to come. So she’d trained him to wait for her. One of the ways he accomplished that feat was to tamp down his emotions.

She stood and latched onto his nipple again. His body jerked. The flat of her tongue laved the perky bud. His reactions to her ministrations sent shocks of pleasure through her system. She wasn’t sure which she wanted first, him to go down on her or for him to make love to her like crazy.

He wrapped his arm around her waist. She’d swear it was his desperate attempt to stand strong.

She licked his neck and sucked hard at the base of his throat. There was no basis for marking him this way. She’d never done it before. But something feral pulsed through her. The need to claim him rode her hard. Intuitively, she sensed he held back a part of himself and even though she’d said no to a serious relationship, she needed him to give more. He grunted and arched his back.

She released his neck, turned his head, and latched down on the other side. The fast thump of his heart beat against her lips. Her teeth scraped his skin before she continued sucking. When the intense feelings within her waned, she stepped back, releasing him.

His forehead dropped to hers. Through half-closed lids, she watched his rapid pulse at the base of his throat. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air. Her eyes widened at the sight of the large, forming bruises on his neck and shoulder.

Her stomach clenched.

Damn, she’d given him hickeys. Who the hell did that past high school? Hesitant, she touched the red spot on the base of his neck. “Does that hurt?”

“No. I hurt, but not there.” There was a thread of humor in his voice that caught her attention.

She looked down.

He was still hard, still leaking. A gush of wetness rushed to her swollen folds. Her core pulsed in recognition of the key to her release.

“Lie down.” Was that her voice? The guttural sound was filled with need and something more.

Within seconds, he’d pulled the cover back and lay on her sheets. Her eyes feasted on the man in front of her. Their eyes met and she was reminded of the time they’d been introduced. There was a sense of peace, homecoming, even then. Today, that same feeling was mirrored in his eyes.

“I want you to ride me.”

He extended his hand to her, pulling her down beside him. The moment her head hit the pillow, he kissed her. It was a soft kiss, filled with promises he hadn’t articulated but that she read in his eyes and body.

Her breath hitched. At that moment, she wanted him with a hunger that surprised her with its intensity.

Exhaling, she released the rest of her uncertainty of their future. There was nothing she could do about it now. If he left, he’d be taking her heart with him. She belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.

As he removed her bra and slid her panty from her thighs, she waited a beat and spread her legs in invitation.

He paused and glanced at her, a question in his eyes.

She smiled and nodded.

His fingertips danced over her flesh as they made their way to her core. He watched her face as he played in her juices, whose only purpose was to ease his entry. He sucked his wet fingers.

She licked her lips as pleasure stirred, and demanded more. Instead of speaking, she rotated her hips.

Smiling, he slid up her torso, leaving the flat of his hand on her mound. “I’d like to taste more of you.”

“Later.” She widened her legs further with a silent demand.

He rolled over, slid inside, and filled her completely.

“Uh,” she moaned as delicious tingles swamped her body. In slow motion, she rolled her hips until her body jerked. He’d hit her spot.

He pulled out and eased back in, finding her happy place. His next movements were more accurate. Her breath became pants as the itch inside grew.

She slapped his ass.

He sped up, but consistently bumped her spot. The sensation grew like wildfire, engulfing her with heat and unrelenting need. She placed her hands on his rear cheeks to take charge of the momentum. The speed of his thrusts increased, but his accuracy never diminished. This was the beauty of sex with Marcus. He knew how to make her come and worked hard to insure her release every time.

Lordy, life is good
.

He pulled her leg up over his arm and sped up. Their bodies slapped together hard. Air escaped her lungs; she was unable to catch more. She savored the feelings that traveled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Liquid fire coursed through her body as he continued slamming into her. Moaning, she clenched her inner muscles as unfettered pleasure ripped through her with cyclonic force. She spiraled upward on winds of unparalleled bliss.

“Come with me,” she breathed.

His pace increased and then his body stiffened. She felt his release inside her and smiled. This was all the reaffirmation she needed.

Marcus spooned his Mistress from behind. As his heartbeat slowed, his mind whipped into a whirlwind of activity. There was dinner. Her bath. His projects he’d planned to work on later that night. He thought about everything except what had just happened.

“
I missed you today
.”

Her words reverberated through him. Eyes closed, he dropped his forehead to the top of her head and exhaled in slow beats. Unchecked excitement clogged his mind. His heart did flips at her declaration. Finally, she’d said something about her feelings toward him. He’d hoped for something, anything, to move the needle in one direction or the other. To know that she recognized their connection as well meant everything to him. With the pads of his fingers, he stroked the silky skin of her arms. She was so damn beautiful. In time she’d realize he wasn’t going anywhere. Although she didn’t know it, she owned his heart. He planned to own hers.

He kissed the top of her head. She edged back closer in his arms.

His lady was strong but fragile. Not in the physical sense; her body was well-toned and she could definitely hold her own in that regard. No, he suspected something kept her on the fringes of enjoying life without reservation. She reminded him of a bird in the nest past the age of testing her wings, but never trusting her own limbs to hold her.

He wanted to be the safe bridge she used to test her wings.

“Marguerite’s coming to do a seminar for the Master-slave group tomorrow afternoon. She’ll be at the fundraiser with us tomorrow night. She and her boys will be staying here this weekend. I normally put them in the winter room, but she can stay wherever. The guys stay in the room with her.”

He nodded. She had told him this earlier in the week.
She jumped me the moment she walked in the door.
“Is there anything special I need to prepare for her to eat? Is she allergic to shellfish? Or anything?”

“Not that I know of. She’d love your lobster Newburg in that flaky crust you make. Or the steaks, or the chicken piccata.” Her shoulders lifted. “Anything you cook will be fine. They’ll only be here Saturday and leave Sunday.”

I can still feel her lips on my dick. Now that was awesome
. “A brunch for Sunday? I found a place with fresh fruits and vegetables. I can hit them up.”