Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Watching her reaction carefully, he gently touched her pussy with his tongue. Her eyes opened wide and her nostrils flared. She swallowed, then licked her lips. She didn’t close them. Her breasts moved as she panted. She was more than ready for this. He’d been waiting to taste such an eager, aroused woman, one with little experience yet chose to be with him. He’d open her up and show her how a caring man could first arouse her passion beyond anything she’d thought possible, and then satisfy her. Again and again.

He felt around and between her silky folds with the tip of his tongue. She tasted of sweet musk. A scent of something, perhaps ginger and cinnamon, lingered on her skin from her baking. She made a sound in the back of her throat, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. The tension he’d felt in her thighs relaxed. A groan escaped from deep inside his soul. This amazing, confident, beautiful woman wanted him. She trusted him enough to find pleasure in his most intimate kisses. That trust and the gasps that followed his tongue’s exploration filled his heart.

Sam took his time, exploring rather than invading. At first he slowly moved his tongue back and forth across her lips, dipping between each. When she started squirming, he moved up to her clitoris. He fluttered it with his tongue, the tip of one meeting the top of the other. She grabbed his hair with both hands, holding him in place.

He lifted his head as far as her grip would allow. The curves of her body beckoned, lush and inviting. Eyes closed, she licked her plump lips, dry from panting.

“You want me to stop?”

Her eyes snapped open. She curled her lip. Her fingers tightened, jerking on his hair and causing a sharp jolt of pain. By the time he realized it, his cock had turned it into a stab of intense pleasure. Was this what a fully aroused woman would feel when a man spanked her?

“If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled at her declaration of violence, listening to her intent rather than her words. He touched her clit with his tongue, just a quick reminder. He slid his index fingers in the hollow of her pussy lips, one on each side. Her fingers finally released their death grip when he followed up with more tongue on the rising bud of her clit.

Pulling back to catch his breath, he probed her gently with one finger. She took him easily. When she tightened around it, he hesitated for a moment, then continued. He could imagine her clutching his cock like that. He added a second finger. She was tight, but very wet. Keeping his fingers pulsing, he began flicking his tongue across the tip of her clit. She pressed herself into his mouth. He curled his fingers forward inside her. She gasped, still for a moment while he kept his fingers and lips busy, and then moaned. Using his other hand, he dipped a finger into her juices. He made small circles past her pussy to her ass.

Her chest was flushed, almost as if she was scalded. She flipped her head back and forth as his fingers kept moving. She was close enough for him to finish. He pulled on the hood of her clit with his lips. She shivered. He did it again, only harder. She groaned and thrust against his hand. He pressed his wet finger into her ass, just to the first knuckle. She gasped, her muscles tightening around him.

Once more he caught her clit, only this time he curled his fingers hard and inserted his finger into her ass to the second knuckle and twisted. She erupted, slapping her thighs tight against his ears. His mouth flooded with her juices. He worked his mouth and fingers, both in her pussy and ass, as she kept coming. When she finally slowed, her thighs released him. She sighed, boneless.

He took his time, licking and sucking her clean. Enjoying both his own pleasure at her taste and reaction, and her sighs of contentment. She finally opened lazy eyes and looked down her body at him. He lifted his wet face, grinning widely.

“Well, ma’am? Do I meet your standards?”

She laughed at his pride and unrepentant attitude. “Now I know why those women put up with three demanding, arrogant men.”

Was Sophie asking for more? He was ready to perform, and more eager than ever before.

“I’m only one man, but let me show you what I can do.” He stood and reached for his belt. His throbbing cock swelled even more, eager to fill her. But she scrambled back on the bed, head shaking.

“No!”

He stopped. His belt was undone but not his pants. He grimaced at the pain from his large, erect cock in snug pants. “No?”

He croaked the word, chest heaving in effort to stay still when he wanted to pounce. She wasn’t going to stop him now? She wasn’t scared, of that he was certain. She’d moved out of reach but not covered herself. She wanted him, but not yet for some reason.

How to play this so that they both won? He couldn’t accuse her of leading him on because he was the one who came to her room, uninvited. He couldn’t get angry, for the same reason. He wanted more of her, a heck of a lot more. That meant making her know how much he wanted her as a man would a woman, yet that he respected her for knowing her own mind.

From his research on Mrs. McLeod the hotel owner, and his own impressions of Sophie the woman, she rose to a challenge. She would not be forced out of her hotel by a town council eager to take advantage of a young widow. She would not let the young brides arriving in Tanner’s Ford marry without female support. She would not turn away a hungry man or boy, nor destroy their pride. She found jobs so they could earn their food.

He straightened to his full height, crossed his muscular arms over his chest, and stared down at her naked body. He admired her openly, from her dainty feet, muscular calves and thighs, to her swollen pussy, lush breasts, and kissable lips. Both upper and lower. Her eyes flashed contrasting messages of arousal and rising anger at his arrogance. He hid a smile and raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“You don’t believe I can satisfy you, though you’re still shaking from the orgasm that shattered you?”

“It’s not that.” Sophie gulped. A flush rose from her breasts to her face. It was different from the one which had flashed pink at her orgasm. She covered herself, suddenly shy. “It’s been a long day, I have to work in the morning, and…”

Head down, her fingers busily pleated the sheet. She’d run out of words, but the thin sheet didn’t hide her still-erect nipples. The aroma of her arousal and orgasm filled the room. He could stay here all night, pleasuring her, pleasuring them both. But she had to want it. Just because she’d had what must be her first orgasm didn’t mean her life could stop and revolve around him.

Remembering his job, and what was to come, shrunk his cock enough that he could breathe without pain. He nodded and did up his belt.

“The job comes first,” he said abruptly.

“It’s all that’s kept me safe,” she replied.

He leaned over the bed, set his fists either side of her hips, and stared her in the eyes. Once again, he was struck with satisfaction that she was not afraid of him. Her trust that he would stop when she asked almost made up for her pushing him back. Almost.

“I’ll leave your bed if that’s what you really want.”

He leaned over and kissed her belly through the sheet, just a peck. Her sweet aroma rose to greet him. Without moving his chin from her pussy he looked up. Dark, aroused eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips gazed back.

“But I want you to decide whether you want to be safe.” He ground his chin against her mound. Her nostrils flared. The pulse at her throat beat as fast as his heart. “Or alive.” He blew hot air through the sheet to her open thighs. “You’ve tried to be safe all your life. Isn’t it time to try something else?”

She chewed on her lip. He wanted his teeth to be nibbling that flesh, making her want to open her mouth, and her body, fully to him. But it was her choice. Always.

“You are a devil, Sam Gibson!”

She blurted the words then pressed her lips together. He saw her waver.

“And you are no angel, Sophie McLeod.” He rubbed her mound with his chin again. She inhaled a hiss. “Do you want my teeth nibbling your nipples before my tongue soothes them? My fingers deep in your pussy finding all the spots that make you quiver and gasp? My thick cock stroking deep inside that hot puss that’s already purring for me, in and out, harder and deeper, again and again until you scream and clench me tight?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

Sam was naked almost before her words had bounced back from the far walls. He stood there in all his manly glory. And he was glorious. She didn’t want to think negatively about the man who’d saved her from a terrible fate, but Amos was almost fifty when they married. He was not an active man so had little muscle. He, well, sagged.

Sam didn’t sag. Not his chest, his backside, nor his belly, which was flat. The rock-hard cock thrusting from a tight nest of blond hair wavered, throbbing along with the pulse in his throat.

“You look like you should be put on a painting and hung above a bar,” he said. “Just looking at you would make a man feel he’d come out of a desert and was more thirsty than he’d ever known he could be. And hot,” Sam added, almost in a whisper. “Very, very hot. Hot enough to burn.”

“Burn?”

He nodded, up and then down. Slowly. Intensely.

“Burn so hot that the only way I can put out this fire is to have your lips on me.”

His green eyes flared like the Northern Lights that shot ribbons to dance across the sky on cold January nights.

“Oh, my,” she whispered.

The way he looked at her, so possessive and needy, made her burn in return. Along with the burning and tingling was an ache deep inside her belly. It was as if she’d never been as aware of that part of her and now it was awake.

Awake and desperate for more.

“So,” he murmured, “where should I put my lips first?” He tilted his head as if considering. “Should I nibble your toes?” He stroked his lightly stubbled chin. “No, I already took care of them. I also licked your sweet pussy and sent my finger into your asshole.”

She squirmed, remembering how desperate for release she’d been. Just him talking about it made her want more.

“Your breasts, now, that’s a different matter. I saw what you can do with those nipples, but you haven’t felt my lips there near enough.” He nodded. “Breasts it is.” Suddenly a wide, boyish grin spread across his face. He stalked closer, his eyes staring at the nipples rising and falling with her rapid breaths.

“Did I mention how lovely your breasts are?”

He didn’t climb into her bed, he leaped. She squeaked and rolled out of the way. He laughed and caught her as the ropes complained at the weight. He rolled her on top of him, face-to-face. His grin faded, leaving an intensity she’d not seen before. Or perhaps she’d never noticed it. From the distance of a few inches, it was hard to miss. She swallowed. Her breasts squashed against his chest. The soft swirls of blond hair around his flat nipples rasped against her far more erect ones. He’d landed with his legs apart. Hers, therefore, fell between. She couldn’t stop thinking of the thick, hot cock that was sandwiched between his belly, and hers.

“You’re not getting away from me, sugar.” He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “Not for a long, long time.”

She thought of everything that had to be done in the morning. Winter was coming and there were only so many sunny days left before the snow came.

“If you mean to keep me up all night—”

Sam laughed, removing all trace of his serious tone. “I am so hard for you, sugar, that I won’t last long at all. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get what you need tonight.”

He suddenly rolled, taking her with him. She ended up on the bottom. He leered down at her. “I like my woman on her back.” He shifted to her right, moving his weight off. He leaned on his elbow. “It gives me access to everything.”

He skimmed his fingertips over her cheek. He continued down her neck to her right breast. He groaned and clasped it, squeezing. She responded with the same noise, pressing up into his touch. His thumb and first finger pinched her nipple. She gasped and thrust up.

“Like that, do you?” He leaned over and soothed her with his lips. “When my brother finds out you like the edge of pain, he’ll have you obeying him like…” He pressed tender kisses in a circle over her breast.

“I’m not going to obey Max.” She ground the words out. “He’s the type of man who—”

“Shh,” he whispered. “Forget about my brothers. Just relax.”

Sophie opened her mouth to ask if she’d heard him say brothers, as in more than one. But Sam shifted again. He cradled her face and kissed her.

She thought she’d discovered how wonderful a kiss could be. This was far more.

Sam boldly plunged into her mouth then immediately retreated. He waited, that boyish grin looking down at her.

“I sure love that mouth of yours. Do you want more, pretty lady? I don’t want to scare you off.”

“Scare me off, with a kiss?”

The boyish look changed into that of a determined man so fast that she barely had time to inhale before he took over her world. He was both tender and forceful, plunging deep in a tangle of tongues and then retreating to skim his lips along her neck. Again he kissed her, deep and long this time. She returned it with equal vigor, demanding that he satisfy her.

“If I don’t get inside you soon, I am going to embarrass myself,” he said.