The house sat quiet for once. No board game shouts from the living room or sports from Daedalus’s man-cave. Somehow everyone knew what she planned for tonight and apparently approved since they had given them some privacy.
They hung up their coats and their eyes met. Her courage crashed. What if she overdid things in bed and freaked him out? It never worried her when they fooled around because he set limits. Tonight was no holds barred.
He planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “It’ll be fine. I want to do this.”
Her insecurities must have shown on her face. “That’s the problem. I don’t want it to be fine. I want to blow your mind away.”
A large grin spread his lips. “You can blow me all you want.”
She rolled her eyes. They’d be all right, she’d just let him have the reins. “Then follow me, baby. I want you to show me your dark secret.”
His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened as if she’d slapped him instead of inviting him to drop his trousers. Then it dawned on her, his secret, he hadn’t told her yet. She’d meant his cock when she spoke. Kicking herself in the ass for wrecking the moment, she pulled him down to her lips and kissed him with enough heat to make him forget his name. With an expert’s ease, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.
He returned her every move with as much passion.
They shuffled to the bedroom in each other’s arms. At the door she pulled away. “Make yourself comfy. I’ll be right back.” She retreated to his bathroom and yanked off the dress. Under it she wore a matching set of black strapless bra and panties. She plumped the girls up and pulled the edges of her underwear to show a little more ass. Reaching for her heels she hesitated. He mentioned he liked them, so she left them on.
Candle-lit shadows filled the bedroom when she returned. The blankets sat in a pile on the floor, only a white sheet and pillows remained on the bed. Her breath caught when she saw Eric. He lay on his back with arms behind his head, wearing nothing but his suntan. Light played along the lines of his muscles, making them more defined.
Nothing would please her more than to touch and massage every inch of his long legs and torso. She’d seen her fair share of buff bodies and knew the difference between beach muscles and working muscles. This was a body of a fighter, sleek and lean, ready to snap into action. Odd, how an image of a predator came to mind when she looked at her gentle, loving boyfriend.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” He grinned at her.
“Let me enjoy the moment. I’ve never seen you completely naked in this kind of light before.” She strolled to the dresser and lifted the wrapped present, then brought it to the bed.
Eric rolled to his side and leaned on an elbow to sit up. “What’s this?”
“The present I told you about.” She sat on the edge of the mattress. Offering him the gift made her a little queasy. What if he didn’t like it? She could stand on a stage without any clothes in front of a bunch of strangers and not feel a bit insecure, but one selfless act made her squirm.
He chuckled. “When you said you had a present for me at the house, I thought you meant… sex.”
“That’s your present to me, silly.” She placed the gift in front of him. “Open it.”
He did as she asked and stared at the book, then flipped the cover. “It’s signed? You met her?” He touched the signature. “Wow, this is nice of you, Spice. You didn’t have to though.”
“I know, but I wanted to.” She ran her fingers through his thick hair. “I like making you happy.” Truth rang in her words, and she hoped he heard it. Everyone worried she’d break his heart, but no one considered how frail her own heart had become. She was about to lay her hopes and dreams on this man and if he failed her, she didn’t think she’d survive. “I love you, Eric.”
His head snapped up from examining the book. “What?” He set the gift onto the floor, then gathered her into his arms. “Really?” The question was softly asked.
She scooted closer to him so they sat touching, and nodded, afraid she’d say the wrong thing.
He buried his hands into her curls and drew her mouth to his. The demand of his lips as they consumed hers ignited the fire that had dwindled down to simmering coals. She didn’t need to hear the words, he already told her with his actions.
The firm muscles under her hands flexed as he pulled her onto his lap. His hard, full cock pressed against her panties, and he rocked his hips.
She dug her nails into his shoulders. At this pace, they’d both come before he entered her. With all her willpower, she shoved away from his warm embrace and sat on his thighs. “Whoa, turn down the heat.”
“I want you.” He gripped her ass and tried to coax her back onto his cock.
“Trust me, I can’t wait to have you too, but we don’t get a second chance at a first time.”
The words must have reached a part of his brain not focused on entering her pussy. He stopped dragging her over his body and took a deep breath. Then a small evil smile came to his mouth. He lay on his back and placed his hands behind his head. “Please, do with me as you will then.”
Originally, she wanted to give him the reins and let him have her as he needed, but this could be better. He’d last longer and the experience would be mutually beneficial, a moment to remember.
Her eyes traced from his face to his chest, running along his abdomen to his thick, erect cock. It looked ready to explode. She could see it pulse with his heartbeat. If she indulged in what she wanted to do by stroking and sucking it, then it would be over. She wanted him to climax with her.
This night was for him.
He definitely didn’t need any more foreplay but she did. Stretching herself along his body, she pulled one of his hands from behind his head and guided it inside her panties. She entwined her fingers with his and pinched her clit as he stroked her pussy.
The brush of his fingers at her entrance sent a shiver down her spine. He entered with a slow slide and she joined her finger with his, showing him what she needed.
A groan came from deep inside his chest. His free hand slipped into the cup of her bra and released her breast from its confines.
She leaned forward and offered her hard nub to his mouth. Elation electrified her as he sucked on it and sent a thrill of pleasure through her nipple. She ground on their entwined hands and pumped their fingers deeper inside.
“You’re overdressed, Spice.” He spoke in a voice thick with desire as he removed his hands from her body and tugged on her lingerie.
The withdrawal of his touch almost made her cry out. Her bra snapped open and slipped off her shoulders.
His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed before flipping her onto her back with a feral growl. She squeaked with surprise, but the passionate handling only stoked her sinful desires.
He yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor, then spread her thighs far apart as he pressed his mouth to her pussy.
She could have sworn she heard him whisper, “Mine,” before plunging his tongue inside her, sucking with a carnivorous hunger. Writhing under the onslaught, she dug her hands into his hair and wrapped her legs over his shoulders to rest her stiletto heels on his back.
Pressure built between her legs, she moaned and raised her hips to open them more for him. He slipped a finger inside her as he stared up her body to meet her gaze. The candlelight reflected off the deep amber of his eyes. Untamed fever burned in his stare.
It excited her. She inhaled a shaky breath and released her hold on him.
With an unnatural grace he crawled up her body, lifted her hips to his, and thrust his cock into her pussy. Each succinct lunge went deeper and deeper inside.
She cried out, astounded at his fervor and loving every moment of it. Her quiet gentleman turned animal in bed. She’d died and gone to heaven.