Everyone has a Weak spot (14 page)

War had won the men's competition and donated his prize to a local charity. By five o'clock on the last evening of the festival they pulled on to Main Street near Lorelei's studio and apartment.

“Would you like to come up and watch a movie, Warrick? I thought I'd have an early night and I know you work in the morning.” She was pressed against the passenger door and said this with her head turned away.

“Sugar, I'd love that. Wanna stop and rent a movie?” She agreed and he turned his truck down another road to go to the video rental store. He didn't let go of her hand after he'd helped her from the truck.

Heads turned, and many people in the store greeted him. A few of the women looked at her speculatively. One or two of the women who spoke to War touched him possessively and looked at Lorelei angrily. He wished he knew what she was thinking as she looked placidly back at each woman in turn.

“What you in the mood for, sugar?” War inquired, steering her away from one of his especially catty admirers.

“I like old movies a lot,” she told him. “What about you?"

“I'm game,” he winked. “How about ‘The Barefoot Contessa'? Ava Gardner is a sweet little piece, no?” he teased.

“I've always thought Humphrey Bogart was dead sexy.” She gave it right back to him. He growled.

“Good thing that bastard's dead,” he spat. She covered her smiling mouth and turned away.

Snacks were next on the agenda. He grabbed a bottle of red wine, some cheese and some cubed sirloin at the store. He figured he'd cook the meat rare and, hopefully, she wouldn't be disgusted by it.

They both hit the bathroom when they arrived. He used the one in the studio, and she used the apartment bathroom. He cooked his meat, and she poured the wine and prepared the cheese.

* * * *

In minutes, the two were settled at opposite ends of the couch snacking and watching the movie. She knew he noticed that she'd gotten a new couch. This one was wide with thin, low arms.

By the end of the movie, she was cuddled against him in spoon fashion dabbing at her tears. She always cried at movies. Usually, there was no one around to see.

“What's wrong,
chéri?
” he rumbled. She sat up and leaned against his chest. “You didn't like the ending?"

“You mean you did?” she asked. “She really loved him. She wanted to give him the things he couldn't have."

“She gave herself to another man,
chéri,
” he said patiently. “No man who loves his woman could stand that for any reason. A man likes to know he can satisfy his woman,
chéri.
” He watched her through heavy lidded eyes.

“Don't you think a woman likes to know she can satisfy her man?” Lorelei asked carefully.

“S'pose so,” his gaze tracked her movements lazily.

In for a penny, in for a pound,
she thought. “Could you stand to be satisfied without trying to satisfy your partner?” she asked. She knew her voice was shaky.

“You got sumpin’ on your mind,
chéri
?” His lids still seemed heavy, but she knew he was alert. She took a sip of wine. It was only her second glass. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but she'd been extra careful. The movie had lasted just over two hours. She was in no danger of being inebriated.

She'd been cradling his erection against her derrière for over an hour, and she wanted to do something about it. Always in the past, he'd decided how he wanted his pleasure and he'd decided about hers, too. She wanted to put him in her mouth, but she was nervous.

She cleared her throat and turned to look into those sexy midnight eyes.

“I do have something in mind. But only if you can let me without...” she hesitated. His brow shot up. “Can you let me touch you without you touching me?” she rushed.

* * * *

He blinked slowly. “If that's your pleasure,
chéri
, I can do that.” He hoped to hell he could, anyway.

What does she have in mind?

“Put your hands behind your head, Warrick, please."

She was still shy, but she seemed determined to do this. He complied.

She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. She traced the seam of his lips with her tongue and when he opened his mouth, she hesitantly eased her tongue into it.

She tasted his tongue and moved hers back and forth over his teeth. He was struggling to keep his hands behind his head, when she moved down to suck on his chin. She daintily skipped her tongue down his throat to the collar of his shirt. She stopped and took a sip of wine.

War breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid his erection was going to poke out of his jeans. His relief was short lived. She began tugging at his shirt.

When he moved his arms to remove it she told him, “Ah, ah, ah. Just lift your back and shoulders for a second.” He complied.

She eased the shirt over his torso and head. When she got the shirt to his wrists, she wrapped it around them and made a knot. He arched his dark eyebrow at her and gave her a lopsided grin, but said nothing.

He didn't have any breath to speak with right after that. She leaned down again and began exploring his arms and chest with her hands and tongue. He was moaning and muttering in several languages.

As she lightly raked her delicate nails over his abdomen, she smiled at him. He recognized that Garden of Eden smile and groaned.

“What you doing to me,
chéri? Pitié
, I beg you!” This came out in a croak. She gave him her ‘Eve’ smile and trailed her fingers to the button on his jeans. She worked it free and slowly moved the zipper down.

She tugged at his jeans and shorts till they were below his knees. Then she pulled them off with his socks. She apparently didn't want him to feel self-conscious with his socks on. His eyes were boring into her and his erection was enormous.

“Don't worry,” she soothed, “I'll make it feel
trés, trés bon
.” He moaned aloud.

She kissed his thighs and his legs. She appeared to enjoy watching his cock move and jerk the closer she got to it. She played with his balls, cupping and lightly squeezing and massaging them.

She licked his rod from base to tip; first one side then the other. She dipped her tongue into to the small slit on top, sucking at it to get the clear liquid there. She wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed, moving them up and down as she sucked as much of his erection as she could into her mouth.

She sucked lightly as she moved her mouth and then pumped her hand up and down as she sucked on the tip. She continued massaging his balls, occasionally sucking them into her mouth before turning back to his hard staff and sucking and licking on it. She treated it as if it was a privilege to taste him this way. He couldn't help it, he had to touch her.

“Please,
mon amour
, may I touch you? Just your hair,
je promets
. I promise!” She looked at his face over the top of his penis, and he thought he'd come right then.

“Okay,” she whispered huskily, breathing warm breath on his rigid staff. He groaned and lowered his bound hands to touch her hair. He just needed to feel her. He didn't try to hold her head.

She moved her mouth to the tip and sucked a little, running her tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves near the cap.

“Warrick,” she said, speaking directly to his penis, “I want you to make love to my mouth. I want you to come inside my mouth.” She hesitated and then told him, “I want to taste you.” He groaned loudly. “Please, Warrick?” she looked at him. He nodded jerkily.

* * * *

She knew he'd be her only one. She knew that. She opened her mouth a little wider and moved so that he was in almost all the way. She thought his cock was probably longer than her head was.

He began rocking his hips as she closed her lips around him. She sucked lightly and grazed him gently with her teeth as he pushed in and out.

Finally, his body jerked and he went rigid. He came with a shout and a drawn out groan as she sucked his cum from his cock and swallowed it, massaging his balls to help him expel every drop.

She slowly removed her mouth from him. She tugged a small throw over his genitals so he wouldn't get cold, then she leaned over and kissed his lips. She turned and took a drink of her wine. He freed his hands and moved to sit up behind her. He gently pulled her into his arms. He kissed her temple.

“That was most amazin',
chéri,
” his voice still sounded weak and shaky. Then, after a second, he held her away from him and glared at her. “Truth,
ma petit
, where'd a bashful little thing like you learn to do that?” he demanded.

She blushed, but determinedly kept on, “I wanted to try it on you.” Her blush went deeper still. “I read this book last week."

She cut her eyes at him shyly and started to hang her head. He caught her chin and looked in her eyes, that evil eyebrow cocked.

“I practiced.” At his narrowed glare, she went on, “I practiced with a big cucumber."

He stared at her. “When did you practice,
ma petit chéri
?"

She had to be fuchsia by now, she thought. Her face actually felt hot. It never occurred to her that he would ask about this. He must have stumbled on her other flaw—if he asked a direct question, she was incapable of ignoring it. She had to answer, completely and honestly.

“Yesterday—last night” she whispered.

“
Bon Dieu!"
He sat naked on her couch cuddling her and rubbing her back. “
Chéri,
do you still have that cucumber?” he asked.

She was sure he could barely hear her since she covered her face with her hands. “I ate half. It's on a plate in the fridge."

“May I see the remains of this vegetable?” he asked.

She peeked up at him. “Um, sure."

He disengaged himself from her and stood up. As he walked away, she felt a rush of arousal. It had to be against the law to look that good. His muscles rippled in his buttocks and thighs as he moved. His back muscles rippled as he moved his arms.

He walked to her refrigerator and opened the door. He pulled out a dish containing a nine-inch section of cucumber that had to be over two inches across.

“You ate half this?” he asked her. She nodded.

“So you thought my
bitte
was...” he measured with his hands and held them up to show a foot and a half in length, “...this long? And this thick?” She nodded again.

His erection had begun to replenish itself. He compared it to the leftover cucumber. His face took on a devilish grin. He returned the cucumber to storage and strode across the room to her.

He scooped her up and sat down with her. She couldn't ignore his renewed erection. He must notice her deep embarrassment. He chuckled as he held her.

“Sugar, you make both my heads swell,” he chortled. He tilted her head back and licked behind her ear. He kissed both of her burning cheeks.

Chapter 20

One of his hands had slipped beneath her shirt to her ribs. He eased it up an inch or so but didn't go up any further. He wanted to touch her. He needed to make love with her. But, painful as it would be, he'd get dressed and leave right now if that's what she wanted.

He arched an eyebrow and looked at her. “
S'il te plaît
?"

She must know what he was asking. His polite inquiry meant, ‘Did she want to make love with him?’ He held his breath. After a lengthy pause, she looked up at him.

“Warrick? I want to make love with you again.” She hitched a deep breath. “I'm afraid. I made you so mad before. I don't know what to do."

He nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “I know, sugar baby. I acted so badly. Will you let me make it go away?” She nodded.

He nibbled on the sides of her mouth and then sunk his tongue into her mouth for a sweet, intense kiss. He slid his hand the two inches that would take it to her soft breast. She was wearing a bra this time, too. He lifted her away so he could remove her shirt and the bra beneath it. Thanks to her earlier attentions, he could take things a little slower this time.

He laid her down on the couch and removed her socks, then her shorts and panties together. His mouth moved on her breasts ceaselessly. He licked each breast with his hot tongue and sucked on each tender nipple until both nipples were sensitive and hard.

He moved his hand across her abdomen and ran his fingers through the curls covering her sex. They looked like beaten gold. He lightly touched the pink flesh poking out. She eased her legs apart slightly. He rubbed her little nub, and she began to squirm.

He could tell that she'd been resisting arousal. She truly had been afraid. He knew he wouldn't make it all go away tonight but he hoped he could give her better things to think of when she thought of being naked with him.

He moved a finger around her labia and inserted it gently inside her. She gasped. He kissed her mouth and began to move his finger. When she was mewling with pleasure, he eased down her body. She stiffened but he kept kissing her breasts and ribs nibbling his way down.

As she began to relax again, he inserted another finger into her hot, wet passage. He pulled her outer lips apart and began to lick at her clit and all around the two plunging fingers.

Placing both hands on her knees, he spread her legs wider. He began to suck hungrily on her opening, plunging his tongue in as far as he could and still rubbing her clit. He loved the taste of her sweet honey. When he felt her pussy convulse around his pillaging tongue, he moved up her body and began to kiss her mouth.

Looming over her, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet center and she moaned. He lowered himself into her smoothly.

“Oh, Warrick,” she groaned.

“I missed you so bad, baby,” he growled. He began to move in and out with slow steady strokes. She wrapped her legs around him. He began to move a little faster as she clutched him and begged, “Yes, please. More please, Warrick."

“Anything you want,
mon amour douce,"
he groaned into her neck, licking her and nuzzling. She really was his sweet love.

She began to tighten around him and he plunged harder and faster. They both exploded at the same time, shouting and moaning. He felt the fine tremors shaking her for minutes afterward.