On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful--MIC (5 page)

It took a
moment, perhaps several, for the meaning of her words to sink into his brain.
When it did, his whole body coiled around itself. “All right,” he rasped.

Moving close
enough for her breath to heat his face, her body jerked, but she held her
ground. “How about you toe off those shoes?”

She did and her
height dropped an inch.

“Does this dress
have a zipper or buttons?”

“Zipper.”

She turned around
and pulled the curtain of her hair over a shoulder. Scott fumbled with the
zipper, surprised his hands were shaking. By the time he had the zipper down to
her tight tush, he was sweating and his mouth was dry. He didn’t think before
planting a kiss on her exposed shoulder blade. Her shocked hiss rebounded in
the room, but she didn’t flinch.

He normally
liked to have a woman face him when undressing her. Indulging
himself
by feasting on a woman’s naked body always amped up
his desire. But these were far from normal circumstances and if his desire got
any more amped, he’d shoot clear to the moon.

He pushed the
flimsy fabric forward until it fell from her shoulders to puddle on the floor
around her feet. She trembled, but otherwise, didn’t move.

Next, her bra.
For both their sakes, he decided to make it quick, releasing the clasp and
letting it fall on top of the dress in one smooth motion.

His sweater was
fast becoming a straitjacket, so he tore it off and it flew across the room.
The cool air against his sweaty skin did nothing to cool his desire.

He tenderly, yet
firmly, took hold of her shoulders and leaned her back into his chest. The
downy feel of her hair tickled his skin. “May I touch your breasts?” he asked
in a tortured voice.

A shuddering nod
answered and he glided his hands from her shoulders down, to her chest. Her
splendid hair felt like rainy silk across his knuckles. But that was nothing
compared to the feel of her breasts in his palms. The satiny skin, with their
peaked centers, molded perfectly in his hands. The pressure in his lower gut
kicked up several notches.

Scott dragged
his open mouth down her hairline, hunting for an earlobe, a patch of
neck—anything, on which to nibble. Mic tilted to her head to the side to give
him access, but her hair was in the way. No matter, he thought, burying his
nose into the copious strands and inhaling. All the while he kept up the tender
ministrations on her breasts.

After long
minutes, he sent his hands lower, to the flatness of her stomach. He paused to
give her time to grow accustomed to this new touch. Her skin was so warm and
smooth. Dipping a finger lower still, he encountered the tight waistband
of…pantyhose.

He dropped his
forehead to her shoulder with a silent curse. The man who created pantyhose
needed to be shot, then castrated. With effort, he eased away from her, needing
to keep his hands on her shoulders until she stopped weaving.

“You, uh, should
take care of those,” he croaked out. “I can do it, but you’d end up with
shredded nylon.”

She said
nothing, just began wiggling and worming her way out of the offending garb. Mic
kept her back to him and each of the decadent moves of her hips and butt were
like hard slaps to his cock. The force in his gut became painful.

When all that
remained were her bikini panties, she still faced away from him. The moonlight
glowed off her skin and hair, giving her an ethereal aura.

“Should I turn
around?”

Though her voice
was timid, he heard the raw desire edging it.

“Only if you
want to,” he replied, thinking he’d die if she didn’t.

On a slow
pirouette, she turned. Scott thought he was prepared, thought he’d seen his
fair share of naked women. But nothing could prepare him for the onslaught of
her beauty. It nearly doubled him over.

In a word, she
was exquisite. Slender, but with shapely hips and a peach-tinted hue to her
skin caused, he prayed, by excitement rather than embarrassment. Her petite
breasts were indeed perfect, their centers rosy and pearled.

And her hair.
That unbelievable human mane. He wanted to come just by looking at it.

When Mic started
to remove the panties, his heart almost launched from his chest. “No!”

She backed up a
step, but he pursued her. “I’m sorry for shouting.” He reached out a hand and
quirked a smile. “It’s just if you do another wiggle dance, it’s going to kill
me.”

She placed her
hand in his. “Oh.”

“Come here,” he
commanded low, wrapping an arm around her waist and squashing her pliant
breasts to his chest. He tried to stay in control of his animalistic side as
his lips took hers. He tried not to plunder her mouth, tried not to thrust his
tongue into its sweet, sweet recess, tried to remember she’d never been truly
kissed before.

God, how he
failed.

He swept the
interior of her mouth over and over, each time thinking he’d savored her
enough, each time realizing how wrong he was. She tasted so good, smelled even
better
. Felt incredible.

He left her
mouth and kissed a trail to one pert, flawless nipple. He suckled gently,
gauging her reaction. When her fingers threaded through his hair and she arched
her back, a strangled sob of joy caught in his throat.

There was no
stopping him now. He bowed her slender body over his arm and drew the pearled
nipple deeply into his mouth. Her moans rang in his ears like church bells on
Christmas morning.

He had to have
more, had to have it all. He scooped her into his arms and laid her out on the
bed, never breaking contact with her delectable breast. In a primal act, he
gripped her panties and pulled. The flimsy material didn’t stand a chance.

She was
completely naked now. His for the taking. The devouring.

Traveling lower,
he kissed her wondrously flat stomach, to the curls protecting her feminine
core. To the core itself.

She clamped her
legs together so tight, he’d hurt her trying to separate them. He looked at
her, hoping she’d see the pleading in his eyes. “Trust me, baby.”

“Shouldn’t—” Her
voice shook. “Shouldn’t you be naked too?”

“I will be, but
let me do this first. Let me touch you. Taste you. I’m begging. Please.”

Some tension
leaked from her muscles, enough so Scott could coax her legs apart. He then
positioned himself on his stomach between them. Moisture glistened on her most
intimate of places. Dear God! She was wet
for him
.

He exposed her
small, distended button of pleasure and licked it. Her hips bounded in
response. “Shhh. Easy, baby.” He licked it again then again. By his fourth
taste, her pussy pushed closer. He peered up. Her face was flushed, her mouth
open and panting. “Do you like that?”

Her answer was
to press tighter.

“I need to hear
the word, Mic. Tell me you like this.”

“Y. . .yes.”

“Do you want
more?”

“Yes. Please.”

That was his
invitation as he slipped his hands under her butt and lifted her to his mouth.
He
laved
her sex then slid a finger into her slit.
His heart sank at how tight she felt. As thrilling as their joining would be
for him, no way would it not be painful for her. Probably very painful. But
that was later. For now, he’d make up for any future hurt with all the pleasure
he could give.

He pressed a
second finger inside, stretching and probing while nibbling her clit. Her legs
trembled and her taste changed. She was close to coming.

 Extracting
his fingers, he reached for the massager and placed it securely on his index
then thumbed it on.

“What’s that noise?”
Her question came out a breathy moan.

“A poor man’s
version of a vibrator.” He gently touched his pulsating finger to her clit.

“Oh—oh.”
 Mic’s hips bucked off the bedspread. 

Scott anchored
her with his hand splayed across her lower belly, but maintained contact
between the small vibrator and her sensitive tissue. She dug her heels into the
mattress as her legs trembled.  

“Oh, Scott.
Oh—Scott.
Scott
.”

He buried his
face in her pussy, tonguing through her shuddering folds as her musky juices
splashed into his mouth and her moans filled the air. Her climax seemed to last
longer than usual. Or maybe he just wanted to believe it was longer because
this was her first time with a man. And he was that first man.

Once her tremors
had calmed, he set the massager on the nightstand then pulled her limp body
into an embrace. “You okay?”

Her nod was a
bit wobbly, her gaze a bit glassy. “That’s never happened to me before.”

He cocked his
head. “You’ve never brought yourself to an orgasm?”

“Not like that I haven’t.”

Knowing he’d
given her something she’d never experienced flooded his veins with the most
intense male pride. He kissed her supple lips. She molded flush to his body,
scraping her short nails against his chest. Tingles raced down his torso to
pound his cock. He was close to coming, even with his pants on. He had to get
inside her.

Now.

He pulled away,
sat at the edge of the bed and quickly dispatched his shoes and socks. He then
stood, whisked off his slacks then snagged a condom from his wallet. He tore open
the packet and rolled it on. Her stunned intake of breath stemmed his action.

He looked up to
see Mic propped on one elbow, her dinner-plate-sized eyes fixed on his
erection. “It’s so big.”

Alarm laced the
whispered compliment. He crumbled inside. The idea that she would back out at
this stage made him nauseous. Yet, he had to give her the option. “You can
still say no,” he managed to rasp.

By inches, her
golden brown gaze journeyed up until meeting his. Her tongue traced her lover
lip, leaving a wet shine. She gave her head a small shake. “I don’t think so.”

Scott released
the air from his lungs and laid down to gather her into his arms. “Thank God.
I’d have been in pain for a week if you had.”

Her hands
tentatively caressed his chest. “Your skin feels so smooth except for right
here.” She fingered through the thin matting. When her nail grazed a nipple, he
hissed a breath and she snatched her hand away. “Did I hurt you?”

“Heavens no.”

“Then it’s okay
if I touch you?”

“Sure.” His answer
came out a stifled groan. He forced himself to roll onto his back with his
hands behind his head. He had indulged in looking, feeling, tasting. Only fair
she got the same opportunity.

Mic rose up onto
her knees, her hair falling to one side. The silken strands tickling his body
tormented him even more. “Where should I start?”

“Pick a spot.”

She decided on
his arms, tracing her fingers along his biceps muscles and up to his shoulders
where she cupped his neck with both hands. Her palms came down the center of
his chest then out so her thumbs rubbed his nipples. He smothered another moan.
Just as he predicted, she was a fast study.

She leaned over
to lick a nipple and that glorious hair brushed across his contracted abdomen.
That was all he could stand. With a growl, he rolled them over, pinning her
beneath him. “I know I said we’d go
slow
, but baby,
you are
killing
me here.”

She blinked.
“That’s a bad thing?”

“Not usually,
but I can’t hold out any longer.” He nudged her legs apart with his knee and
rubbed his finger against her center. She felt slick and ready. He pushed into
her tight opening until touching her barrier. Her eyes widened and he cupped
her cheek. “There’ll be time later for more touching, I promise. But for now…”
With a deep breath, he brushed his lips against hers. “For now, I’m sorry.”

He plunged down.

Chapter Eight

The pain was horrific. Her body
was being disemboweled with a white hot rod from the inside out.

Mic squeezed her
hands into bloodless fists, resisting the urge, if barely, to pound Scott’s
back and demand he get off. She scrunched shut her eyes. Hot tears leaked from
the corners as his weight restricted her ability to breathe. Thank God, he
wasn’t moving. Yet.

What the hell
had she been thinking to think this was a good idea? So what if she died a
spinster virgin, never experiencing a man’s touch? Better that than this agony.
All those romance books were nothing but lies.

Of course, her
reasonable side asserted, everything that happened up to this point had been
nice. Amazing, even. She’d take his “poor man’s vibrator” any day.

It was then she
noticed Scott had propped himself up on his elbows and was nuzzling her face
and neck, drying her tears with his lips. Faint goose bumps erupted from each
place his mouth touched.

He then settled
his mouth on her in a kiss that was so gentle and sweet. An apology. Her heart
tugged. She unfurled her fingers and rested them on the sides of his torso. His
weight, no longer a burden, felt right, pressing her further into the mattress.

She pulled in
another breath through her nose and her body relaxed, seating him fully. They
each groaned.

He released her
mouth to touch his forehead to hers. “Sorry for the pain,” he rasped, nuzzling
her temple. “I know it’s a cliché, but I woulda taken it for you if I could.”

She smiled into
his neck. “Yeah, but I doubt you could have handled it.”

He reared up,
panicked regret on his face. “Was it that bad?”

“Let’s just say
if that pain had to happen to a man, the human race would have died out long
ago.”

Rather than
laugh at her joke, he buried his head against her shoulder. “God, Mic, I’m so
sorry.”

She took his
face in her palms and forced him to look at her. “I was kidding.” She smoothed
the worry lines around his eyes with her thumbs. “What you did before was real
nice.”