Aged to Perfection (3 page)

He reached out and grabbed her hand, tracing designs with his finger on the palm. He enjoyed the way she shivered beneath his touch. “Maybe you could put that experience to use. I’m a good student.”

Pushing her hand through her hair, she shook her head and laughed. “I’ll bet you are. You’re also too damn potent for your own good.” Rachel pulled her hand away and opened the car door. “Come on, I’ll show you my yard.” She fled the vehicle like it was on fire.

“Chicken,” Mark called, his laughter taunting her. Daring her to be wild and adventurous.

She shifted her hips. The motion rubbed her highly sensitised flesh against the seam of her pants, reminding her of the Brazilian Jan had talked her into. Her friend might be right. Maybe she did need to live a little. Step out of the safe comfort zone she had created for herself and really enjoy life again.

She glanced back over her shoulder at Mark as he sauntered up her drive towards her. His jeans pulled tightly across his muscular thighs. Maybe a fling with a young hot guy like Mark was just the thing to kick-start her life. She wondered what Mark would think of her newly bared flesh. The very thought of being on full display for him aroused her like nothing else. Moisture pooled in her core. Her aching nipples begged for attention. If Mark wanted her, she’d be an idiot to miss out.

At the back-gate, she waited for him. When he came up behind her, he stopped so his body pressed up against her back. Heat rushed through her. Rachel turned around and drew her hand up to his chest, running her fingers over his muscles. Men her age just didn’t have muscles like these.

“So you’re seriously interested?” she asked, trailing her fingernail over his nipple through his shirt. He shivered beneath her touch. Rachel revelled in the feeling of power that coursed through her.

“Hell, woman, I am more than interested,” he gritted out.

Rachel pinched his nipple between her fingers. With a growl, Mark grabbed her hips and picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist. He cupped her ass and pressed her against the wall. He kissed her with the hunger of a man who hadn’t eaten in days. Rachel had never felt so sexy in her life.

His body shifted, changing the angle of his hips, bringing his erection in close contact with her core. Mmm, he felt good. Rachel rubbed her body against him, creating the friction she sought. She drove her fingers into his hair, not wanting to let anything separate them. He tasted amazing. Like the piece of mint gum he had stuck in his mouth and something else that was hot and primally male.

She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth and ground her hips hard against him, so close to orgasm she could scream. She wanted him inside her now. Rachel pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked at Mark.

The rapid rising and falling of his chest told her how much he wanted her. His eyes dilated with arousal, turning a deep midnight, rather than the blue ocean they had reminded her of earlier. Feeling bold, she reached between them, cupping him through his jeans.

“You want to see the yard later?” she asked him coyly, fully knowing the answer.

“Hell, yeah. Inside. Now,” he demanded.

Chapter Three

The minute Rachel opened her front door, Mark grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. He slammed the door shut behind them with his foot. His mouth came down on her lips. Hot. Hungry. And the best damn thing she had ever tasted. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing her, making her want things she had never been able to have.

Rachel liked sex as much as the next person, but with her limited experience, she had always felt like there had to be more to it than what she got. She’d had self-induced orgasms, but she had never had one with a man. Sex with both of the men she had slept with had always left her wanting something more. Mark’s kisses, the passion he ignited made her hope she would finally be able to grab onto the elusiveness of sex. To finally touch all that she had been missing.

He nipped her ear, drawing her earring into his mouth. Then, his tongue roamed down her neck. Goosebumps covered her skin. Almost as if he knew what she liked, he bit the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. Rachel moaned in pleasure.

Mark’s hands dipped to her waist, gripping the edge of her shirt. His rough, calloused hand slid up her body, pulling off her top and dropping it on the floor. He quickly removed her bra with an efficiency that spoke of his experience and stood back to look at her.

Rachel fought the urge to cover herself. She knew she looked good for her age, but Mark was used to women fifteen years younger than her. Gravity had taken a bit of a toll.

“Damn,” he muttered and drew her up against his body. His warm breath brushed against her neck. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She smiled at him, her body awakened by his response to her.

His head dipped to her breast and he drew her nipple into his mouth. Hungrily feasting on her, he undid the button on her jeans and pushed her pants and underwear down in one seductive move. She stood before him completely naked, while he remained fully clothed.

“You’re a little overdressed,” she told him. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, she pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor, eager to get her hands back on his body. The muscles of his chest bunched underneath her fingers.

“Wow.” She brushed her hands across his shoulders, revelling in the definition of his muscles. Mark’s body was the antithesis of the middle-aged men Jan wanted her to date. He would put Calvin Klein models to shame. She couldn’t wait to touch every delicious inch of him.

Caressing his chest, she ran her fingernails over his nipples, eliciting an immediate response from him. His muscles jumped under her touch as she skimmed her fingers over his stomach, through the trail of hair that disappeared into the top of his sexy low rise jeans.

When she tried to undo his pants, he stopped her. “They need to stay on for a minute. I am way too turned on. The second my jeans come off, I’m going to want to be buried inside you.”

She toyed with the button of his pants. “What’s wrong with that?”

He rested his forehead against hers and took a deep breath. “I’m trying to impress you with my prowess here, not go off like a teenager.”

“You could always make it up to me later.” She coyly dipped her fingers beneath the band of his jeans.

A sexy rumble rolled from his chest, and Mark closed his eyes. He gripped her hips and pulled her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his bare waist. Her core rested against his hot body. The moisture created a slippery friction.

“God, you’re so wet.” Mark groaned. “Where’s your bedroom?”

She indicated down the hallway. His large, rough hands kneaded her ass as he walked towards her room. His fingers dipped between her cheeks, teasing, never quite touching where she wanted him.

Mark set her down on the bed. “Do you have condoms?”

“Nightstand.”

“Mmm, what do we have here?”

“Shit,” Rachel cried. Diving across the bed, she slammed the drawer, more embarrassed than she could ever remember being. How could she have forgotten her stash? “Nothing.”

Mark gently removed her hand so he could pull the bedside table drawer back open. “Come on, Rach, let me look.”

Groaning, she pulled her hand back and covered her face. She could hear the slow slide of the drawer opening. Squeezing her eyes closed tighter, she prepared for the humiliation that would arise when he saw her collection of sex toys. Her ex-husband had thought she had been a sexual deviant for owning a vibrator when they met. She could only imagine what Mark would think. She was a woman in her sexual prime who hadn’t had sex in over a year; there was a hell of a lot more than a vibrator in her stash now.

At the sound of Mark’s grunt, Rachel opened her eyes. She bit back a gasp at the lust filled stare that gazed back at her. “Damn woman. We are going to have some fun with this stuff.” Mark rubbed his hands together. “I don’t even know where to begin.” He grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows.

“Really?” Rachel’s voice creaked out in a mere whisper.

“Hell, yeah.”

“You don’t think it’s weird that I have all that?”

“I think it’s fucking hot.”

Rachel smiled back at him. Her pussy pulsed eagerly awaiting the night to come. She let her gaze roam down Mark’s body. Even through his jeans, she could see his dick twitch. She licked her lips, excited to explore all it had to offer. Maybe there was something to this whole sex-with-a-younger-guy thing. She certainly wanted to find out.

Leaning back against the pillows, she arched her back, forcing her breasts up in the air. Her tightly drawn nipples acting like a beacon, calling him to her body. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how hot you think it is?”

Mark growled and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wider, putting her on complete display. Rather than embarrassing her, it spiked her excitement. Moisture trickled between her thighs, sliding into the crevice of her ass.

He stared hungrily at her. His nostrils flared. The rapid rising of his chest and lust in his eyes almost caused her to melt on the spot. “God, I can’t wait to dive in and get a taste of all that honey.”

She shivered at the intensity of his stare and widened her legs farther, drawing up one knee to expose more of herself. “What are you waiting for?”

His grin cocked up at one side. He licked his lips. “Not a damn thing.”

Mark lifted one leg and licked the instep of her foot. Her back arched off the bed. He smiled against her ankle. “Let’s see what else you like,” he murmured.

His tongue forged a path up her calf; his fingers tickled the sensitive flesh behind her knee, causing her to squirm against the mattress in anticipation as he kissed his way up her thigh. His tongue swirled in hot circles, coming teasingly close to where she wanted him.

Mark raised his head inhaling deeply. “You even smell good.” He trailed his finger against the lips of her pussy and flicked her clit. “Mmm. I’m loving the wax job. Everything is completely on display, not hidden. I can really see what I’m doing.”

Rachel smiled at him and said a silent thank you to Jan for forcing her into getting the Brazilian. The delicious contrast between his hot breath and the cool bedroom air were intensified on her naked skin.

He pushed away from her body and sat up.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered, stunned that he teased her and didn’t follow through.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry; I plan to make a meal of you. I just thought it might be fun to add one of your toys to the mix.”

Filled with nerves, she shifted on the bed. She’d never used her toys in front of anyone before, but seeing how aroused the idea made Mark had her thinking maybe she could really get into this as well.

He played around inside the drawer, a smile curving his lips seductively. “We could have some fun with some of these.” He eyed her, his look promising a multitude of sins. Her fear and reservations quickly fled, replaced by shear anticipation at which toy he would choose.

Mark held up her Little Paul. The pink g-spot vibrator taunted her, reminding her of the orgasms it had given her in the past. “Does this one work for you?” he asked.

She shifted on the bed. “Um, yeah sort of. I still usually need to stimulate my clit to finish.” He trailed the vibrator over her breasts. The low humming vibration kicked up her arousal several degrees. His confident, teasing play encouraged her to continue. She cleared her throat. “The combo is pretty fantastic.”

He grinned. “Sounds perfect, since I plan to give your clit plenty of attention.”

With the vibrator whirling, Mark trailed it down her body, paying close attention to her breasts. She groaned in pleasure as her nipples tightened in response to the stimulation. “That feels great,” she moaned.

“I’m about to make you feel a whole lot better,” he told her, settling his large body between her legs. He ran the vibrator over the tops of her thighs, his tongue following the path of the toy.

Mark gently parted her slick folds with his fingers and spread her juices around over her clit. Her body jerked in reaction and she sighed in pleasure. His tongue dipped out and lapped her from vagina to clit. An arrow of bliss shot through her body. She pushed her hands into his hair and held his head tightly against her body. There was no way she was letting him stop what he had started.

He brought the vibrator against her core, coating it in her juices, making it slick with her arousal. He inserted it into her. His tongue never left its exploration of her clit. She cried out from the precise power of the g-spot vibrator and Mark’s tongue working her body simultaneously.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against her, the vibrations of his voice and breath hitting her throbbing clit. He licked her like the most delicious ice cream cone, making the most incredible slurping sounds. Pleasure ripped through her body.

Mark worked the vibrator with skill, changing the angle and speed at will. Not knowing what he would do next kept her body humming on the precipice, ready to shatter at any moment. He continued to fuck her with the vibrator pressing her g-spot. Tension wound through her body as she teetered over the brink. Then one slow thrust with the toy sent her over the edge and she tumbled, shattering her into a million pieces.