Wet and Wilde (6 page)

Next she worked the underwear. They were tight, hugged his cock and balls with all the love of a mother to her infant. As soon as his glorious shaft was exposed, she felt the twinge of her own impending climax. Hell!

She closed her eyes, shielding herself from the sight.

“What’s wrong?” His voice caressed her insides.

“Nothing.” She sounded like she was being strangled, even to herself.

He laughed. Then in a swift wrestling-like maneuver, he knocked her flat on her back. She opened her eyes to his hungry expression—a look so full of heat and promise, her whole body tingled. “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Was she ready? Hell yes! Wasn’t it crystal clear?

She glanced down at his thick member. Shit! Would he fit? She’d never had someone so huge.

He forced her knees apart and up, until they couldn’t possibly spread any wider, and then he kneeled before her. “Once I have you, you are mine. Do you understand?”

With his dick teasing her pussy, she couldn’t give him any answer outside of yes. She didn’t want to think of anyone else ever touching her again. She simply nodded and braced herself.

He started slowly, drawing circles over her pussy with his thick penis, mocking her by dipping, oh so shallow, inside. In and out. In and out. Circling, teasing. In no time she was breathless, overwhelmed, and damn desperate.

How much longer would he torture her?

“Say it,” he murmured.

“Say what?” She arched her back, tempted to jump up, knock him back and climb on top.

“Say you will belong to me.”

“Oh. Hell yes! Anything. Just fuck me.”

He palmed her face. “I must have you.”

“You can. Just take me.”

In the next instant, her breath shot from her lungs as he thrust his thick rod inside. Pleasure-pain shot up her spine, delayed just a moment, and followed by the incredible, breath-stealing feeling of being completely filled by him. Her mind completely shut down as her senses took over. Her eyelids closed, cutting out the sight of him, yet in her mind’s eye, his image remained. His tense expression filled her with urgent need.

Sounds exploded in her ears. His groans. Her moans. The sound of her own breath whooshing in and out.

He drew almost completely outside of her and then thrust back inside. Oh God! Her insides churned. Her stomach muscles were so tense they were cramping. Her foot muscles were in spasm, and her thighs opened so wide her hips screamed in protest.

Jane was in absolute heaven. Her soul danced with the stars.

“Again!” She lifted her arms overhead, bracing her hands against the wall. “Please, again.”

He drew back and slammed into her again, several more times. With each thrust she reached an even higher level of tension until she feared every blood vessel in her body would burst.

He reached with one hand and circled a fingertip over her clit. Hand and dick worked in unison, circling, thrusting, circling, thrusting. His mouth plundered hers. His breath filled her lungs. She pulled him deep inside her spirit, drinking his very essence. The wash of heat flashed over her body as she soared high. Her body clenched and convulsed in a climax like none she’d ever experienced. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, and he increased the pace, slamming into her. He growled as he found his own climax, huffing loudly with each thrust as he drove his spasming cock deep inside her.

Boneless, he dropped to her side, his still erect penis buried in her twitching pussy.

“Holy shit. What was that?” She didn’t know what else to say. That was the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever experienced.

So this was what all the fuss was about! There was something to the whole sex thing after all. Why hadn’t she ever seen it before? In her marriage, sex had been so dull, routine.

“You like?” He looked as relaxed and collected as he might standing at a street corner.

“How the hell do you do that? I’m a quivering mess, and you look like you’re ready to run a marathon.”

“Swimming. It does wonders for your stamina.”

“Well, thank God for swimming!”

She closed her eyes and let herself be snuggled close to him, her head cradled in the crook of his shoulder. With the taste of him in her mouth, his seed spilling from her pussy, and the steady thump of his heart in her ear, she drifted off to sleep.

As her final thoughts fed into her dreams, the words he’d spoken drifted through her mind. She was his. He’d asked her, and she’d promised.

She was his.

Chapter 6

Sex is like any other sport, it taxes muscles no other activity does.

The next morning, Jane awoke alone to the dull ache of a body that had used long neglected muscles, a nearly stripped bed, and a sopping wet pussy. The smell of sex was everywhere and followed her to the bathroom as she staggered to the shower.

What a night! Had that been her? Quivering, begging for sex? She’d never believe it in a million years if she hadn’t seen it for herself. She had been so out of it, she didn’t remember him kissing her goodbye and leaving.

Grateful today was Saturday, she took her time showering, fully appreciating the water beating against her back, stinging her skin. She spent the day trying to keep her mind busy. She tried reading, but after her eyes skimmed the same page for the fifth time, she gave that up. She tried watching TV, but everything reminded her of Josh, and that only led to flashbacks of last night’s escapade.

Even the memories of what she’d done last night made her hot. She’d done things she’d never done with anyone. She’d felt things she’d never felt with anyone. His body was so amazing. His touches were so intoxicating. His voice turned her knees to marshmallow. There wasn’t a thing he asked for that she denied, right down to masturbating in front of him.

Next time, she’d do more than that if he asked.

She couldn’t think about that right now! At least, not if she was going to assume it was anything more than a one-night stand. Those three words—one-night stand—made her heart sink.

Somehow, her car had appeared in her driveway in the morning, so she went shopping and bought a sexy little negligee she couldn’t pass by and a couple of new bathing suits. She went out to eat—she hated eating alone—and called Diana to let her know she was still alive.

When she returned home, she waited for his call, thinking he must have her number since he’d known where she lived.

No call.

She went to bed that night with sweet memories on her mind that fueled fantasies as she masturbated. The next day she followed much the same routine, grateful when that day ended as well and she was left to relive her memories in her dreams. Monday morning, she went to work.

Her life suddenly felt empty.

At work, a flower deliveryman walked into the lobby. Could that gorgeous bouquet be for her? She signed for it. Nope.

She went home, convinced it had been a one-night stand, and even more convinced that wasn’t enough. The instant she opened her door, she new the truth. There would be no more guessing.

Her living room was full of spring flowers. The heady aroma filled her nose and lifted her spirits instantly. She hopped with giddiness and giggled then slammed her door shut and reached for the closest bouquet.

To my Love, Josh
.

Okay, so he wasn’t much for words. He was more a body language type of guy, not that she’d ever complain. Although the word love was nice.

The dozen or so vases of flowers said all she needed to know: he’d be back.

That night, she masturbated with even steamier fantasies of Josh. The rest of the week passed with no further contact from him, but she didn’t mind. She went to work and spent her nights at home as always. But now, unlike before, she had something to look forward to.

Friday swim class.

Of all things!

That day, Diana met her after work and they drove to class together, just as they had last week. She was more nervous than she remembered being before. She was having a hard time hiding it from her intuitive friend.

“What’s your problem today?” Diana asked as she sat in the locker room watching Jane deliberate over which bathing suit to wear. It was a toss-up between a hot pink number with higher cut legs or a conservative two-piece that showed just a slice of her stomach. “Are you a basket case because of the swimming or because of the man teaching the class?”

“Both.”

“What happened last week? You never did tell me, and that plain pisses me off.” Diane gripped Jane’s wrist. “If you fucked him, I want to hear every last detail.”

“I’m not going to tell you a thing.” She felt her cheeks flaming.

“You did!” Diana jumped to her feet and pinned Jane to the lockers with two hands on her shoulders. “You little… Tell me.”

“Nope. I’m not kissin’ and tellin’. What I did or didn’t do with Josh is my business.”

“I hate you.” She grinned as she spoke and squeezed Jane’s shoulders. “Good for you. I hope it was incredible.”

“It was.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. Damn it!

Diana gave her a smack in the gut. “I knew it! You aren’t the little Miss Goody Two-Shoes you’ve led me to believe all these years, are you?” She plopped back down and yanked on Jane’s wrist. “Fess up. I need to know. What happened?”

Jane tried to pull her arm free, but her friend had a grip like an anaconda. “We ate dinner and kissed in the restaurant parking lot. One thing led to another, and he came back to my place—”

“And you had wild monkey sex!” Diana finished for her, clapping her hands in approval.

“We made love,” Jane corrected. Although she had to admit to herself it was as close to wild sex as she’d ever experienced.

“Bullshit.” Diana dropped her jeans, slid off her thong and pulled up her bikini bottoms. “You don’t know the man. It was beautiful, earth-shattering, exhausting, walk-like-you’d-been-riding-a-horse-for-a-week sex.” She pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra.

Jane diverted her gaze, catching her reflection in the huge mirror on the other side of the room. “It felt like much more. And then he sent me flowers.”

“Oh. That’s very gentlemanly.”

“You don’t understand. He sent me dozens of bouquets. My entire living room is full. One thing has me curious, though.” She hazarded a glance at Diana. She was dressed—well, as dressed as a woman can be wearing three scraps of fabric. “The man drives a Jag—”

“He does?” Diana’s eyes registered dollar signs, and Jane stifled a giggle.

“Yes. At least, I’m assuming it was his car. He had the keys. I suppose he could have borrowed it. Don’t you know what he drives? You know him better than I do.”

“I used to know him better than you do. I can’t say that anymore. I’ve never seen him drive. He must have money, maybe even a chauffeur.”

“That’s what I’m thinking. But the man teaches swim classes at the Community Center. How much money could he be making?”

Diana shrugged and walked to the mirror, primping. “Maybe he’s a rich guy living as a regular guy so he can find a wife who will love him for who he is—”

Jane shook her head. “You’ve been watching too many movies. I’m going to change. Be back in a few.” She changed into her bathing suit—she chose the bright pink one-piece. The color seemed to complement her skin coloring nicely. When she returned, Diana was fully dressed again, in her street clothes. “What happened? You’re going to class with me, right?”

“No. I have to leave.”

“Now? Where?”

Diana headed toward the door. “I’ll call you later.”

“Wait a minute!” She caught her friend’s arm and gave it a mighty tug. “You said you’d go to class with me. You promised.”

“You don’t need me here. And I just got a call from a friend—”

“It’s not Mark, is it?”

Diana didn’t meet her gaze, so Jane gave her friend’s arm another yank. “No, you don’t! That asshole doesn’t deserve the time of day from you. I won’t let you.”

“We’re just going to talk.”

“Bullshit! What’s there to talk about? Who he wants to fuck next?”

Diana looked stricken, and only then did Jane realize how much her friend cared for the cock-sucker. Shit! That man didn’t deserve the buckets of tears Diana had shed when she’d found him sleeping with some bimbo in their bed. He didn’t deserve the second round she’d showered upon him when she’d found him fucking a different woman in his car in the middle of an empty parking lot. He sure as heck didn’t deserve a minute of her time, now that she’d finally quit crying over him. No man deserved that much forgiveness.

She switched gears, settling for a lower one. “Please. I love you. You can do so much better. Why are you even considering this?”

“I’m not considering anything. Now, go on. You’re late for class. And don’t drown. I’ll kill you if you do.”

She left.

Jane considered dressing and going home, and would have if she wasn’t so damn anxious to see Josh. She’d have to face the lesson alone this time. All in an effort to see a man.

Did she have it bad for him or what?