Stoking the Embers (New Adult Romantic Suspense): The Complete Series (11 page)

She licks her lips, nods and says, “In my bathroom, the cabinet on the left.” She’s breathless. Good.

I’m back in less than a minute and on the sofa again. I also grabbed a towel thinking we’d probably need it. If I have any say in what’s about to happen between us, we’re going to need two.

“Raise your arms,” I instruct and she exhales again, a quick blow of air to bolster her courage. I wait… steady, watching… until she lifts her arms like a child. I grasp the hem of her little night shirt and raise it over her head and nearly moan as her beautiful tits are exposed one by one. As I toss the shirt to the floor, I watch her fidget with discomfort, as if she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

The women I usually date are sexually aggressive and don’t hesitate to take what they want. Fuck hard. Suck hard. Leave.

With Stephanie, I’m out of my element. I want to make this experience special for her. I want to rock her world just as much as I want to be balls deep inside of her. I continue to slow the pace and feel myself falling under the spell of whatever is happening between us.

Taking one of her trembling fingers, I raise it to my lips. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not.” The tremor in her voice makes her a liar. I smile and lean in to taste her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue, groaning when she begins to explore mine. Loving the moment when she grows bolder and moves my hand to her breast.

“Touch me,” she says and I palm her, squeezing her flesh, brushing my thumb across her hardened nipple as I continue to crush our mouths together.

Too fast. I’m going too fast, too urgent. I need to slow down, but the sweetness of her mouth, her fingers clutching my shirt, the permission she’s given turns me into an adolescent, wanting to go only for the score.

I pull away. “Lie down on your stomach.”

She lies on the couch without hesitation or question. Good girl, I think to myself.

Pouring oil in my hand, I then rub them together, warming them, prolonging the moment when I get to touch her skin. Then my hands slide down her back, down her spine and toward the waistband of her pajama bottoms before retracing their path to her shoulders. I knead the muscles there and feel her exhale as goose bumps rise on her skin.

I work my hands around her shoulder blades and feel the knots. “Oh my god, go deeper if you want. That feels so good.” Deeper it is. I work the knots out with my thumbs, pressing harder and feel the pop when the knot releases a whole band of tension. Slowly I move around her ribs, just barely glancing at the outer edges of her breasts.

I stroke down her arms and to her fingertips and back up. I find myself fascinated by the white stripe of skin across her back, the stark white of the tan line than interrupts the golden hue of her body.

Back at her pajama bottoms, I slip my fingers beneath the elastic and she tenses but doesn’t stop me as I pull them over her, holy god, beautiful round ass and down her legs. I stand up and look down on the woman in front of me. I knew she had a good body, but wasn’t prepared for the perfect skin that made each curve so inviting. Two dimples on her lower back, white ass from her bikini bottom. Tan lines never looked so cute. A heart-shaped birthmark sits high on her right cheek. I can’t stop myself from leaning over and tracing it with my tongue.

She wiggles, pressing her thighs together and arching her back. I love how responsive she is to my touch. It makes me want to give more, touch more, tease more. As a test, I open my mouth and give the birthmark a gentle bite.

She whimpers and her butt cheeks tighten up.

Nice. She likes it and I bite her again for confirmation. She groans, a sound that vibrates down her body. Then, a little whisper from her… “Please.”

“Please what?” I ask her.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Stop what? This…” I run my tongue from the small of her back to her ear, licking and sucking on the lobe. “Or this…” I trace my tongue down her spine and down the crack of her ass, not stopping my downward descent until I reach her feet. “Or this…” I lift her foot and take a toe in my mouth. Sucking and biting lightly.

She comes alive, twisting and jerking as the pleasure courses through her. I suck and she twists again. Toe by toe, I take my time. Down her arch, nipping the sensitive area along the way and she nearly squeals and tries to pull away.

Hands on her hips, I flip her over, surprising her with my strength and my ability to move her so easily. She stops laughing and her mouth draws into a little o. I quickly move up her from her stomach, unable to resist her lips.

When I stop kissing her, I trace my tongue down her chest and capture her right nipple between my teeth. “Or this…” I say before I lose control and suck and lick one breast and then another.

“Yes,” she manages to say, her breath in deep rasps. “All of it, any of it. Please. Just don’t fucking stop.”

I love when she begs. It seems she’s passive, enjoying the attention and the submission. I hope she’ll enjoy the form of attention I’ll give her.

Scraping my teeth along the underside of her breast, I try to discover her tolerance for pain. Her fingers tighten in my hair and her hips buck up, searching for needed pressure. Sweet, this is the pressure she needs.

“You like that?” I ask and take a nip of skin just over her ribs.

She groans, her fingers a tight band in my scalp. “Yes.” Her hands move down my neck, across my shoulders and she tugs at the material. “Please. I want to touch you too.” I let her pull my shirt over my head.

Her eyes move to my jeans and she sits up, reaching for the snap. I grasp her hand and her beautiful eyes lift to mine, full of questions.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” I say and watch her pupils dilate further. She looks like one of the girls in a voodoo movie I saw. I push her back onto the cushions and pull her hips to the edge of the sofa. I like this position better, her sitting up and facing me. I sit back on my heels, kneeling in front of her and take everything in.

Big eyes, soft mouth, heaving chest. Her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and her fingers flex and relax on the cushions beside her. Her knees are together, hiding the one place I want most to see. A hint of hair peeks out at me from the apex of her thighs and I wonder… wonder… what the rest of her looks like.

Long moments pass as I allow the tension between us to increase, then I can’t stop myself and raise my hands to her knees. Slowly, so damn slowly, I part her legs, pushing against her fear of exposure, keeping my eyes on hers, silently urging her to trust me, until her legs are wide apart in front of me.

She blows out a breath and then bites her lip. I drop my gaze to her other lips, and my balls tighten in anticipation of kissing those as well.

Leaning in, I plant a soft kiss on her neatly trimmed hair. I come close, but purposefully avoid her clit. I circle around it, moving my tongue into her slit. She bucks her hips and I feel her foot move to my shoulder, a hand in my hair pulls me harder against her sex.

She’s hot and wet as I taste her for the first time, drinking her in, plunging my tongue deep inside. I nibble at her plump lips, sucking one and then the other, her sighs and moans urging me on.

She’s panting and so am I, but I’m nowhere close to being done. I slide one finger and then another into her and feel her insides clench around them. So damn sexy. The smell is addictive.

As I begin to move in and out, I find her clit with my tongue and she curses. I smile, but never stop my strokes. She curses again, her fingers pulling my head closer as her thighs squeeze my head in a vice-like grip.

Her arousal fills my nose as I stroke and lick and suck her. I look up just in time to watch her face contort into her cum face. Chin up, mouth open, eyes closed. I wonder if women know how hot that is.

Her body is just coming down from her ecstasy as she opens her eyes. She blushes when she catches me watching. She has only one word as she breaks into a smile, “Wow.” The look of satiety in her eyes makes me want to thump my chest.

Standing up, I watch her wallow in her post-orgasmic moment, loving that I’m the one who caused her to have it. Women have no idea the power men gain from making them lose control.

I reach for my belt, needing my cock freed from my pants. She leans forward, stopping me, pushing my hands away. The metallic click as she unbuckles me, the sound of the zipper sliding down, the relief from the pressure as she pulls the denim apart is an erotic combination. With my pants at my ankles, I step out and kick them aside. She presses her hands against my erection through the material of my boxers before slipping her fingers beneath the elastic.

I smile when my cock springs free and her eyes grow wide. Chest thump number two. I’m glad I’ve impressed her. Her fingers wrap around me. Fuck. That feels so good. She looks up at me before touching her tongue to the tip and she teases me by pulling off.

I hiss in a breath as her warm mouth surrounds me and she flicks her tongue around my glans. I hiss it out as her hand cups my balls. I stop breathing altogether as she slides me into her throat.

My hands in her hair, I have to restrain myself from pressing into her harder, making her gag. That’s another thing women don’t understand, how heady it feels to push them past their limits.

Up and down, she’s working her mouth on me, alternating between sucking and licking. She pauses just long enough to make me want to explode. I don’t want to come too quickly, but if she keeps this up, I’ll embarrass myself. I pull away, but she clings to me, hands on my ass.

“Stop baby, you’ve got to stop or this is over before it begins.”

She leans back a bit, licking her lips, hands now on my cock. Ah, I see I’m not the only one who enjoys a bit of control. My right hand still in her hair, I force her head back, pulling it sharply. How much can she tolerate? How much does she like? This is the fun part… finding out.

She moans and I lean down and take the sound into my mouth, seizing hers with mine. “You like that?” I whisper against her lips.

“Yes,” she whispers back and then traces my bottom lip with her tongue. Damn. I sink back into her mouth.

Condom. I need a condom. I claw for my pants, find my wallet and pull one out. Seconds later I’m rolling it down my length, enjoying her watching. She feigns resistance as I press her down onto the sofa and follow her down.

She’s so wet, so ready, my tip enters her easily. I pause at her entrance, expanding the moment when I’m fully sheathed. The tightness and warmth is overwhelming as I slide on in. I fight for control as her muscles fist around me.

Looking into her eyes, I slowly pull out, cock head on the verge of escaping. Her eyes roll back as I linger in that sensitive space. Then I thrust, pounding inside her. My thrusts are involuntary, purely against my control. I fight to go deeper, harder, faster and hear her cry out.

“Yes.”

I slow down, changing the pace, stepping away from the edge of my cliff. I want to jump, I want to explode inside her, but I wait.

She mewls, sweet little sounds that she can’t control. I am one with her, nothing else matters. Time has stopped. Her gyrations and moaning bring me back to the present. Her legs wrap around my lower back, allowing me even more access. Her eyes are closed and perfectly synchronized movements meet my thrusts. I feel her quake just as she bites her arm to muffle another scream.

“Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Deeper. Please.”

Mmm… she likes to talk. I’ll give her something to say.

“Tell me what you want, what you like.”

“Anything. Everything. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I see her pulse vibrate in her throat.

I pick up the pace and lift her ass off the couch, changing the angle until I’m balls deep and pounding.

“Yes. More.”

I give it to her. I want her to come again because I’m at my edge again, very close to falling off. I step away.

“Turn over for me baby,” I say, my breath coming in gasps and slip out of her and position her the way I want her. She doesn’t hesitate, simply falls to her knees on the carpet and lays her upper body on the couch.

I approach her again, this time from behind, her sexy ass beckoning me closer. I wonder if she’d flip if I tried a little backdoor play… maybe another day. I nudge the pink lips of her entrance, finding home again.

I can’t get as deep doggy style, but I can go faster. I grab her arms and pull them behind her back, holding them hostage within my grasp. Methodically, I start to pound into her, her body shooting forward with every movement. I wonder if the neighbors can hear the slapping of our bodies or smell the aroma of sex.

I speed up the tempo and it seems like my cock has vanished into nothing yet everything. I can feel her wetness dripping down to my balls and smell another orgasm on the way. One more. I’ll let her have this one, then it’s my turn.

Her body clenches again and she buries her head into a pillow, ineffectively muffling the scream that quakes through her body. I’m right behind her. One stroke and then another, I don’t bother to silence my roar of triumph. My ball sack tightens and sperm races for release. I worry for a moment that it will burn through the condom. Then I don’t care, as spurt after spurt of cum leaves my body, leaving me weak.

I fall onto her back, both of us breathing in ragged bursts. I lift myself onto my hands again, afraid I’ll crush her and then roll onto the floor.

She falls beside me, curling into my side. I pull her close and kiss the top of her head, fully relaxed.

“That was amazing,” she says after a while and she’s right, it was. Holy shit, are those tears in her eyes? Time for me to go, I don’t do the whole post-coital cuddle thing. I sit up, and disentangle her from my body.

“It really was. I have a new favorite breakfast.”

She giggles and hides a grin behind her hand as she does. Her eyes lose some of that smile as I reach for my clothes and turn to head to the bathroom.

When I get back, she’s dressed as well, this time in shorts and a t-shirt. She’s sitting on the sofa, sipping on cold coffee we abandoned earlier, feet curled beneath her.