London Falling (8 page)

For now, I was on board with that plan, knowing it would never do in the long run.

Recently, settling down again, stopping the vicious circle of bedding dozens of women, rarely ever the same woman twice, was what I was after. No longer was I interested in one night stands or women who were disposable. It hurt my pride even knowing how I’d treated too many lovely ladies as a mere shag, just a tool to get my jollies off. A change would occur now and regardless of what London said, she responded to me. Her body responded to me. Her mind responded to me. Now I’d work to get her soul to respond.

We entered my flat and she set her things down on the leather couch. Hands on hips, she turned her head, those gray-blue eyes assessing what little I had to offer in my living space. The apartment was large with a wall of windows that overlooked the city. There wasn’t anything hanging on the walls aside from a flat screen TV. The couches were black leather and barely used. I never entertained here. With all of the women I’d bedded, she was the first I brought home. Seeing her scope out the space almost made me regret the decision.

She turned around and her cool gaze held mine. That pink tongue slid along her lips, making them glisten enticingly. After taking a long look around she cocked her head to the side. “You need me.”

Those words were a powerful aphrodisiac, going straight to my cock. With both hands I shuffled my fingers through my hair, a nervous habit I’d picked up during long hours in law school. “Indeed.”

She glided toward me, one foot in front of the other, almost predatory. Without missing a stride, her fingers slipped under each tiny sparkling strap at her shoulders, pulled and then her sliver of a dress slipped to the floor as if a million tiny stars rained down from the sky all at once.

A guttural growl escaped my lungs as she stalked toward me in nothing but a strapless white bra and high cut panties. I bit the inside of my cheek to the point of pain, trying to keep my inner Neanderthal in check.

The desire to push her into a fireman’s over the shoulder hold, rush her to my bed and throw her down and make her mine was strong. Slow deep breaths.
Get it under control
I reminded myself, though I had a sneaking suspicion she wanted to catch me off guard. This woman liked being in charge. Maybe it had to do with losing her mate so suddenly and outside of her control.

“You need me in more ways than one,” she said, referring to my lack of creature comforts and the hardening shaft tenting my trousers. She trailed her index finger down my chest to the thick buckle at the top of my slacks.

I nodded and placed my hands on her barely existent waist. She was so tiny.

Nimble fingers loosened the tie around my neck. It fell to the floor in a wisp of fabric. With excruciating measures, she drew out the task of unbuttoning my shirt. Smooth lips trailed light kisses along each new expanse of skin she exposed. With a little effort, she tugged and pulled my shirt from the tuck in my trousers. Cool fingers slid against the bare skin of my abdomen, continuing their journey over my pecks and shoulders. The fabric seemed to float away and fall to the floor.

“You’re beautiful.” Her lust-filled eyes took in every inch of my skin. Her tongue retraced the same path.

“Isn’t that my line?” I laughed but it was cut off with a moan as her teeth bit down on the tender flesh of my nipple.

“Christ, Beauty,” I whispered as she twirled her tongue around the peak, soothing the ache. Tunneling my fingers into the hair at her nape, anchoring her chin with both thumbs, I lifted her head to mine. Unmasked desire shone bright in her blue eyes. “I want you,” I admitted, swiping my thumb against her plump bottom lip. She pulled the digit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

A fresh wave of heat ripped through me, making the steel rod in my pants even harder. I thrust my hips against hers and she gasped.

“Then take me,” she challenged.

“Not here.”

She cringed at my words.

“I want to enjoy you. Gorge on this body until we’re both gasping for air and you’re begging for me to stop.”

Her eyes widened then closed. In one swoop, I scooped her up. She weighed next to nothing. Her mouth attached to the skin of my neck as I brought her to my room and laid her in the center of the bed.

She was stunning. A work of art. Her tanned skin against the stark white of her lace underthings was right out of a Rorschach inkblot test. The black waves of her hair fell dark as night against the gray of my duvet. Those eyes. Shite, those eyes of hers beckoned me as I slid off my belt and shoved the straining fabric of my trousers down. I stood at the edge of the bed and surveyed her gorgeous form in nothing but my jockeys.

She leaned up, her chest puffing out in a full-body inhale, breasts straining against the fabric. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” The coy remark was playful yet needy.

“Ravish you. I want to become intimately familiar with every inch of your beautiful body, starting right…here.” I leaned over and picked up one dainty ankle. She had a tiny chain encircling the delicate bone. I ran my lips against the chain, tugging it with my teeth. Her eyes glowed in the low light of the room as she watched me trail my tongue along the side of her small foot. I nipped and kissed each one of her red tipped toes. Taking my time, I placed long drawn out kisses against the skin of her calf.

Her eyes fell closed and gooseflesh rose to the surface of her skin when I licked the crevice behind her knee, a sensitive spot I promised myself to explore more fully later. Repeating the process with the other leg, I continued my journey, rubbing my lips along the silky expanse of her toned thigh.

Her legs shook as I sucked and bit the fleshy patch of skin just under where the top of her thigh and her sex met. She mewled and shimmied her hips. Long fingers tunneled into my hair as I feasted on that spot. That cinnamon smell that was uniquely her swirled all around me as if I was bathing in the scent. It was so strong on her bare skin.

When I’d made a quarter sized cherry red mark in
my spot,
I happily moved on to the Promised Land. With great care, I slipped my fingers into the sides of her lacy knickers, dragged them down and off her legs.

Thank God I hadn’t removed them prior to enjoying her long legs and scrumptious hips. I’d have never completed. To my extreme pleasure, her mound was completely bare. Not a speck of hair tainted its surface. She restlessly moved her legs from side to side. I longed to see her, uncovered and open to me.

“Let me see.” Her eyes met mine in warning as I placed the palms of my hands on her knees. Something in her changed. She relaxed and with a firm grip, I massaged down the insides of her honey colored thighs until I had her spread before me. A veritable feast waiting to be devoured. I could feel her muscles strain against my hold, but I wasn’t having it.

This was honest. Her baring it all for
me
. The petals of her sex glistened with arousal. Her spicy scent was strong. The banquet before had me starved, salivating, ready to feast. With a well-placed tongue, I licked her from her pink rosette all the way to her hooded nub. It peeked out between her wet lips and I zeroed in on that spot as if shooting an arrow directly in the center of a bull’s-eye. Clamping my lips over it, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. Hard. Relentless lashes from my tongue had her screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her.

“You’re enchanting,” I whispered against her thigh, kissing my mark on her skin as she calmed down. Once those beautiful eyes opened, half-hooded, she peered over the large mounds of her breasts. That’s when I started to enjoy her again.

Always was a greedy man, one taste wasn’t even close to enough.

She tugged on my hair and tried to pull me up, probably really sensitive. I didn’t care. I wanted her out of her mind. “Collier,” she said, breathing hard. “Oh, God…mmm.” I delved my tongue deep into her core. She tasted like the finest, sweetest creme. Her head fell back and her hands came up to cup and squeeze her breasts through her bra.

“Show me.”

She looked at me as I sat up, changing my position. Within seconds I was two fingers deep in her wet heat, my thumb circling the tight knot of her pleasure. She lifted on her elbows, her gaze focused between her legs. For a minute, she tipped her hips up and circled them around and around pressing against my hand, pushing me deeper into her body.

“Oh yes, shite, that’s good,” I encouraged her.

She licked her lips and held herself up, braced on one hand as the other bent behind her. All the while, I continued fucking her with my fingers. Her white bra slacked and she pulled it off and threw it aside. Her breasts were full and large, a perfect handful with rosy tips that seemed to tighten the more my gaze devoured them.

She held herself in a semi-seated position, her body rocking effortlessly against my hand. “Kiss me,” she said, quite breathless. Her hips lifted and she moaned when I added a third finger into her tight channel. “God, it’s never been like this. So, shit, so--”

“Passionate,” I finished her sentence before I took her lips.

I was surrounded by cinnamon and sweet, uncertain which I liked more. The sugary taste of her tongue as it tangled with mine sent me spiraling. With my fingers burrowed into her core, I hooked those three digits up to rub against the bumpy patch along her internal wall.

She went crazy. Gripping me, biting my lips, scoring my back with her nails. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Hearing her blast into her second orgasm by my hand alone was like a healing balm to my soul, righting all the wrongs of the past few years. All the one night stands were gone from existence. Now it was just her.

I vowed in that moment as her body trembled and shook that she would never be a mindless shag. This was something more.

She was different.

***

I spiraled into the abyss a second time. At first, I was scared. This felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t fear because Collier’s warm body encased mine as I fell back against the sheets. He swept his hands up and down my naked back, hips and thighs as I panted into his rock-solid chest. Who knew the man had the body of a Greek God under those suits? I had an inkling he was built, but the surprise of just how lovely he was bare was a gift I enjoyed unwrapping.

His chest was broad and tapered into a perfect “V” shape. The abs…God, his abs were like parking curbs, perfectly spaced and ready for me to park my lips and tongue.

As my breathing slowed, I thought about what had transpired. We hadn’t gotten to the main event yet and the score was two and zero, with me leading in orgasms and Collier falling behind. This was new territory for me. Usually I was the one who took charge, controlled the man into doing whatever I wanted.

With Collier, relinquishing control came without a second thought. What was most mind-boggling was what I could feel and sense in his emotions. He was happy, even elated that he pleased me. He wasn’t boasting, bragging, or requiring I reciprocate. He just held me tight, perfectly warm and safe within the comfort of his strong arms as the fire he’d lit dissipated.

It made me feel sad and disjointed that the smaller Brit wasn’t getting any attention. I knew I needed,
no wanted
, to rectify that situation. It was time for me to level the playing field.

I started by kissing my way up his chest. He shifted, allowing me to flop a leg over his hip and push him on his back. He groaned.

Teasingly, I sat over his length and used my hips to thrust up and down against his ridged member, coating his boxer briefs with the wetness between my thighs. His fingers dug into the sides of my hips as he rocked forward, pressing that long erection perfectly against my oversensitive clit.

Before I could I take over, one of his hands cupped my breast and the other dove between my thighs, circling that talented thumb around my clit once more. Shivers ripped through me and I arched into his hand. As I tipped my head, my hair fell in tumbling waves along the bare skin of my back.

“So perfect,” he whispered, then leaned up and took my nipple between his lips. The warmth spread through me, centered at my heart, then bled through every neuron and pore until it turned into the most pleasurable tingles. He was perfectly content to take his time, spread out the pleasure instead of racing towards the finish line. I respected that but I needed him. Wanted to fill my body with his essence.

I shook my head but he continued to nibble and pull with his lips, elongating my nipple into a wickedly tight, sensitive peak. His tongue flicked the tip in maddening whirls, his other hand moved to its twin, mimicking the movement of his mouth with his fingers. In seconds, he had me wanton, grinding my sex against his cock.

“I need you inside,” I pulled his mouth away from my breast and searched his eyes. The brown and sparkling gold flecks I saw earlier were replaced with dark pools I’d willingly drown in. He was as far gone as I was.

“Condom?” I questioned, breaking through his haze. He gripped me to him, reached one long arm out and rifled through a side table drawer. I grabbed the foil packet and kissed my way down his long body.

Taking just a moment before I undid my present, I nudged my cheek along the fabric of his boxer briefs, inhaling his musky scent through the material. His hips jumped. I swept my hand over the hard bulge between his thighs, tracing its length, driving him insane with lust. He hissed and his hands tightened into fists at his sides. The emotions he emitted pounded the air around us, hitting me with immense pleasure. It was like rolling around naked in Egyptian cotton. Smooth. Delectable. Enchanting.

I could feel his desire, his lust. It consumed him and was about to be released onto me. This was why I sought sexual relief so often. Being empathic and able to share in this experience on a completely visceral level was earth-shattering. With Collier, the feelings were heightened a million times over, ready to explode into something I’d not experienced, or at least I hadn’t in a very long time.

Pulling his boxer briefs down his long, muscled legs, I made quick work of sliding the condom over his impressive length. I stroked him a few times, becoming more familiar with this sensual piece of him. The man was scrumptious everywhere. I knew he was going to feel good buried deep inside me. Choosing to draw it out, I thumbed the wide crown enjoying the surge of heat and wetness that seeped between my legs when he moaned.