It's A Crime (8 page)

“Grace.”
His voice was low and sexy.

“Yes
, Ace.”

“I would like to kiss you now.”
Without waiting for any response from me, he leaned across, placing his drink on the granite table, and slowly pulled me to him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips gently to mine. He claimed my mouth, his tongue filling me with the taste of him. His tongue licked my lips and as I parted my lips his tongue pushed its way in. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. I put my arms around his neck and raked my fingers through his thick hair, surprised at how soft it was. His scent was so heady, I felt light headed.

M
uscles in my stomach tightened and the flow of blood to my sex increased. I lightly bit his bottom lip and he growled, deepening the kiss, his tongue continuing to stroke mine. I instantly felt the hardness of him on my stomach.

He slowly pulled away from me and without taking his eyes off mine he said, “I’ve been wanting t
o do that since I first saw you.” I flushed with excitement and desire. “It was well worth the wait.”

“
Mmm, I liked that. Do it again.” I was hungry for
him
, all of him.

He smiled his oh so sexy smile and lowered his lips onto mine again
, this time more ardent, more demanding. He pulled me tighter to him and I pushed my breasts against his chest. Taking my cue, he put his hand under my blouse, releasing them from my bra. He rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion over my nipples and they hardened instantly, sending me into a heated frenzy. My breasts swelled and I whimpered as he found one of my
zones.

I struggled to kick my boots off.
Damn boots
. I loosened his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. Sliding my arms underneath I felt the hard muscles of his back flexing under my fingers. Even through the layers of clothing between the two of us, when my hands were on his arms his biceps felt like stone, his stomach all hard muscle against mine.

My desire
to have him inside caused my breath to hitch. I had not felt such a strong urge for a long time. He lifted himself up and pulled off my boots effortlessly; massaging my feet he dropped the boots noisily to the floor. Then reached down and unzipped my pants. My breathing became labored. He rolled to the side of me and I used my legs to push my jeans down. He deftly removed my pants and they went the way of my boots. I felt, more than saw, him remove his own jeans. He wore no underwear, at least none that I witnessed him removing. His erection rubbed along my thigh. I was desperate to have him in me. Needed it.

I was captivated watching h
is muscles flex beneath his skin. The intrinsic fluidity in the way he moved sent a delightful sense of pleasure through me. He slid his hand under the band of my thong, slowly dragging it down to my feet. I quickly shook them off. I pulled his half-unbuttoned shirt off over his head and threw it aside then lifted my own up and over, tossing it.

He removed my bra
, totally freeing my swollen breasts. I moaned again as the heat of his skin pressed against me. He lowered his chest onto mine, the small patch of soft hair rubbing against my oversensitive nipples. When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples hardened, overly stimulated by the feel of his bare chest.

I wiggled out from underneath him and turning I
quickly sat up. Without taking my mouth from his, I pushed him down on his back and threw my leg over him, straddling him. I raised myself on my knees and reached for his hard cock. I slowly lowered myself, guiding him into me with my hand.

Lifting
my body with my legs, I lowered myself until the thick crown pressed against my wetness. Using my hand to guide him, I rubbed his cock over my clit. My excitement built rapidly and when I was wet enough I lowered my body onto his. My wet folds surrounded his shaft rendering my movements smooth and effortless. Unable to take in all of him at once, I gradually started to rock my hips back and forth. I continued to lift and lower my cleft onto his sizeable erection. I released an audible moan as he slowly filled me, one glorious inch at a time. There was no room for fumbling and he slid into me slowly filling me completely, exquisitely.

He
stared into my eyes and I saw his lust was as great as mine. Holding onto his broad shoulders, I locked my eyes on his gorgeous green orbs. I began rocking my body front to back. He reached up and cupped my breasts, kneading them. His fingers rolled my hypersensitive nipples until I thought I would scream. The rhythm took hold of me and I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding on and off him, until I felt the first surge of an orgasm build in me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and lowered my head to his mouth, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I bit down as I came, tasting his blood, the sweet metallic taste in my mouth driving my hips to move faster, harder.

The first wave flowed over me, encompassing everything
—colors, sounds, feelings—all came together in one massive numbing explosion. I was floating, rocking, using his body for release. I started to slow when the crest of another orgasm hit the core of my being. I slowed.

Cole
pulled me close to him and his chest pushed against my breasts, my nipples hardening once again. Taking my head in one hand and my ass in the other, he flipped me slowly until he was above me, never breaking the contact our bodies shared. I found myself looking up into his eyes. His eyelids lowered as he studied me, the look of raw passion washed over his sculpted features. His arms enclosed me and I watched his muscles tighten as he slowly lifted his body, flexing his hips, pulling out and thrusting back in me.

Panting with my hunger for him
, needy sounds escaped my lips. He kissed me with such demanding passion, searching, tasting, exploring…I thought I could come with just his kiss. He began circling his pelvis, stirring me from the inside, slowly rolling his hips. I lifted my hips up to meet his, matching him thrust for thrust, moving in tempo with him as one. The lusty girl inside me dug her fingernails into his back, and relished each plunge of his big cock. His mouth still covered mine, his kiss searing, hard, demanding, just like the man himself.
He was so fucking hot.
By far the sexiest guy I’ve ever fucked.

The orgasm
that had started to rise minutes ago built inside me at an unstoppable rate. I was unable to slow it down, I had no control. I breathed more than called his name. He lifted his torso, allowing me a glimpse of his body, every bit the Greek god. His muscles tightened as he strained to control his orgasm. He ground his teeth.

His
innate ability to read my body’s need coupled with his stamina and raw sexuality turned me on like no other ever had. The sweat glistening on his body dripped on to my belly blending with mine, lubricating us. Our bodies slid together effortlessly.

I grabbed his hair
, pulling his head back down, and greedily devoured his lips. I licked his mouth, running my tongue down the length of his neck back to his ear, dipping the tip inside. He let out a guttural groan, adding fuel to my ardent internal fire.

The speed of his plunges
became more demanding, urgent. The powerful pull began in my lower belly and radiated down to the moist folds between my legs. My clit aroused by the rubbing of his cock, his length rubbing my G-Spot, rocked me to my core. My senses were as taut as my body. I was like a wild animal unable to control myself, needing that sweet release. I dug my fingers into his ass, pushing him further into me.

“
I love being inside your sweet cunt.” He growled. “So fucking hot.” He whispered hoarsely, nudging my head up. “Come with me. I want to see your face when you come...”

I raised my eyes
and looking into his, seeing the hunger within, I lost it for the second time tonight. I screamed his name out, the voice foreign to my ears. He tightened his hold on me and with a few quick pushes of his hips and a low growl, he shuddered. The scorching heat of his semen pulsed into me with each thrust of his thick cock as he came. My cleft clenched around him, milking him.

T
ears welled in my eyes and ran down the sides of my face; the emotion of such intense sex sent me spinning. I buried my head in his shoulder to hide my face. After he was spent, he rested his full weight on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. Our bodies cooled gradually. I slowly returned to earth and the realization hit me. That was the most mind-blowing sex I have ever had,
ever
.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice raspy, he kissed my breasts, his tongue teasing my already hard nipples.

“That was amazing,” I paused for a minute. “Ace, you
are
a sex god.” A wicked smile pulled up the corners of my mouth.

The tenderness that followed was so unexpected.
Cole planted little whisper like kisses on my neck, my breasts, my stomach, lower and lower, until his lips were licking at my cleft.

I
grabbed his hair trying to veer him back up, but he was determined and I was not crazy enough to fight. His tongue slowly tortured my swollen sex. He licked my clit until that familiar intensity built again.

Hol
y Christ, this man is a machine; a gorgeous, sexy, fuck machine, and tonight he’s mine.

I moaned
, the sound visceral. I was astounded I was on the verge of another amazing orgasm. I arched my hips. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up to his mouth. As he dipped his tongue into the center of my sex, I became undone. He then plunged his tongue inside me, flicking the tip against my clit, until there was no stopping the bliss spreading through me. I held his head in position as I came hard, full and complete. I was spent.

He finally stopped his decadent torture of my body and pulling himself up
over me rested his head on my breasts. My fingers entwined in his hair, twirling the silky soft strands.

“I’ll be ba
ck in a minute.”

He reluctantly lifted his body off
mine and walked down the long hallway. I watched the muscles on his back and ass flex as he walked.

Now that is
one fine ass.

I sat up to get a better look and
couldn’t help the satisfied smile that touched my lips.

“I am admiring the view
,” I called after him, his back a perfectly muscled V.

“Glad you like it.”
He chuckled softly.

He opened a door and disappeared into what I could only assume
was the bedroom. He returned wearing a pure white robe carrying a matching one for me. I sat up, feeling the ache in my muscles. I took the robe wrapping my raw, weakened body in the softest terrycloth I ever felt.

I’ve never
experienced, nor expected, such pleasure during a one-night stand.
And never felt such sadness because it was a one-night stand.

Cole
looked at me, trying to read the emotions playing on my face. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap, holding me close he kissed me on the top of my head. I reached out and put my hand under his robe, slowly caressing his broad chest, my fingers rolling through a small neat patch of hair.

“Hungry?”
he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Uh hum
,” I managed to mumble. My stomach rumbled. I couldn’t remember when I ate last; I think it was this morning.

He got up and walked through the
swinging door at the end of the dining room and returned minutes later with a tray laden with food, steam rising up from the covered dishes.

“Where the hell…”
I asked in amazement as he carried the tray and put it down on the granite coffee table in front of where I sat. The aroma of the food was so tantalizing it was making my mouth water.

“
It was just brought up from the kitchen. Eat while it’s hot. Hope you like what I ordered.”

“Ace, I love
everything
you’ve done tonight.” I started to salivate; the food smelled heavenly.

“Good, you need to eat.
Got to keep up your strength for the next round.” Smiling roguishly, he removed the metal toppers from each of the seven plates on the tray and set them aside, releasing the aromas into the air.

Chapter 8

He turned and went to get the champagne chilling on the wet bar. Grabbing two champagne flutes he set them both down and opened the bottle with the familiar pop and bubble then poured two glasses of the rose colored champagne.

“Here’s to
you.” He handed me my glass.

I clinked glasses with him and took a tentative sip.
I wanted to down the whole glass—I was dehydrated—but the taste was so exquisite I forced myself to sip it. Placing my glass down, I turned my attention to the tray of food in front of me.

Each plate looked
more delicious than the last. The first plate had filet mignon sliders with fresh horseradish sauce and Gruyere cheese. The next was a plate of buttered lobster tail cubes with tarragon and sage tossed with delicate angel hair pasta. The third held fresh sashimi sushi tuna rolls with pungent ginger and wasabi sauce covered in toasted sesame seeds. Short ribs, tenderly shredded with garlic and sesame oil over Asian vegetables. A delicious gourmet pizza with sautéed spinach and fresh Gorgonzola cheese, decorated with figs.