Secret Delights (Lingerie Series) (6 page)

Pulling away, he gazed up at me with
a wicked smile on his face. “You may want to hold on, sweetheart.” He grabbed
the back of one of my knees and placed it up over his shoulder, spreading me
wider than I had been on the counter.

“Oh, gracious.” That was all I could
think to say as I clutched at the back of his head to keep my balance when his
other hand on my ass shifted and his thumb slid into my sex from behind.

He chuckled, but started his oral
play again. His deft tongue was sliding and circling across nerves I had never
touched and places I hadn’t even located yet.
Oh, hell it felt so good.

I rotated my hips, following the
lead he set. I was chasing the high of his skill craving the elixir of an
orgasm. I knew the highs this man could carry me and I wanted it more than the
next heartbeat.

He kept pushing as he slipped that
thick, sinful thumb back and fondled the puckered rosette of my ass. Wet with
my cream, he caressed the opening.

He’s not?

I struggled to catch my breath. His
mouth was still working along my slit.

Then I felt the pressure, as his
thumb breached the opening.

“Wait!” I was panting and clutching
his hair. Oral sex may have been something I desired, but anal play was
something I hadn’t even considered. No matter how much Marisa swore by it.

I stared down at him.

Sloane didn’t draw away or stop his
oral seduction. He glanced up at me and brushed the tender fold under the hood
of my clit.

I trembled and his thumb went a
little deeper.

A slow lick across the tip of my
clit.

I shivered and further the thumb
went. There was a burning pressured feeling and I wasn’t sure if I could take
more.

The he circled right and caught the
left corner of my clit once, twice and by the third time, I was moaning and
thrusting against his mouth and his thick thumb was buried in my ass.

Sloane was pushing and pulling out
of my tight, sensitive walls stroking those nerves while his tongue flicked my
clit rapidly.

At the brink of my second orgasm I
didn’t care what iniquitous act he was performing. I just didn’t want him to
stop.

It feels so good.
My whimpers became breathless cries
and those cries broke into whimpers again. Then the sun and moon must have
collided because everything around me whited-out and pleasure exploded inside
of me.

I was whizzing and trembling as I
opened my eyes. I didn’t even recall falling or being lowered, but I found
myself held in Sloane’s lap against his solid chest.

 “Welcome back,” he whispered, those
green eyes bright as he smiled. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

I slipped it off and tossed it away.
“Cocky bastard,” I moaned as he palmed one of my breasts and flicked the
nipple.

“I told you I’m just sure of my
ski—”

I cupped his head, brought his mouth
to mine and kissed him.

He kissed me back and I tasted the
blend of wine, him and me and drank deep.

We were both panting when he pulled
back. “I don’t know if you know this, but most school teachers don’t travel
with condoms on them.”

“Not even sexy as hell kindergarten
teachers?”

“Especially not those.” He caressed
the side of my face with the backs of his knuckles. “It would have been
presumptuous of me to pick them up at the grocery store and I would never have
disrespected the precious invitation you gave me in that way.”

I closed my eyes, enjoying his
touch. I understood what he was telling me. This was as far as it would go
tonight without protection. His respect for me made me care even deeper for
him. “One second.”

Looking at him I saw the resigned
expression on his face but he didn’t say anything.

Getting up, I walked to the table
beside the wall that led to the kitchen and picked up my purse. I unzipped the
inside pocket and removed the two condoms Marisa had given me two months ago
when we went to a bar/restaurant for happy hour. However, she and I got caught
up in our own conversation and fun. We didn’t pay the men trying to give us the
eye any attention.

Turning, I held up the items and
smiled at him.

He chuckled. “A modern woman. I love
it.”

“This about caps my moderness.” I
strolled back to him.

“Works for me.” He waved me closer
when I stopped at the side of the couch.

“Good.” Feeling confident and in
charge, I shook my head. “First
you
strip for me.”

Nodding, he stood. Taking hold of
his belt buckle, he began to rotate his hips, punctuating every movement. His
pants fastening were next as he stared at me and smiled.

There went his shoes and socks. He
stepped to me and did a few grinding moves that had me fanning myself before he
retreated.

I had to admit the man had serious
moves. “Please don’t tell me that you had to take up a part-time as a stripper.”

The bark of laughter from him filled
the room. “No. When you play football around a bunch of brothers you learn some
moves that will keep you looking less like a fool on the dance floor.”

“You learned well.”

“Happy I could impress you.” He
shoved his pants and underwear down his legs and stepped away from them then
kicked them clear of my path to him as he beckoned me with a finger.

Moving slowly, I took in the
fullness of all his sculpted muscles, I could see how he would have been an
opponent to reckon with on the field. I was unable to stop the thought of being
grateful he’d chosen differently. If not, this moment may never have happened.

A foot away, I allowed my gaze to
rest on his long, thick, hard cock. Trepidation echoed in my core, but that wasn’t
enough to stop me from wanting Sloane buried deep inside me.

He sat down on the couch with his
knees wide. “Have you finished looking your fill?”

“No,” I teased.

Reaching out, he pulled me down to
him and kissed me.

Laughing, I wiggled away. Dropping
one condom on the coffee table, I held up the other. “May I have the honor?”

He waved a hand toward his cock,
permitting me.

Lowering myself to my knees between
his spread legs, I opened the wrapper and pulled out the condom. His cock
appeared bold and imposing, but prepared to conquer it, I took it in hand.

Sloane groaned.

I liked that he enjoyed my touch.
Stroking his hard length, I listened to his sighs of pleasure and felt elated
that I was the cause, that I was pleasing him after he’d given me so much.

Leaning forward, I claimed his head
between my lips, tasting his essence and enjoying the silky steel in my mouth.

“Oh, Gabrielle, as good as it feels
we’re going to have to do that later…” he cupped my face and angled it away
from him. “I want you too bad.”

“Okay.” Understanding his need, I
made quick work of covering him with the condom.

Once that was done, he helped me up
until I was straddling his hips. “Ride me, beautiful.”

He held my hips as I took hold of
his cock and raised it into prime position.

Gazing up, I stared into his eyes as
the head of his shaft kissed the mouth of my pussy. Pushing down, I started
taking him in one inch at a time. I rose and fell,  using the moisture coating
my walls to ease his way.

“Oh, man, you feel so good,” I whispered
and took more of him in.

“No, honey, I believe that’s you.
Wet. Tight.” He arched up, pushing deeper. “Like a custom-made glove, you’re
perfect for me.”

I moaned, sliding lower down his
cock and allowing my body to stretch and mold to his contours.

“That’s it…take it all.”

My nails bit into his strong,
muscled shoulders as he thrust all the way in, my labia pressed against the
base of his shaft. Trembling with pleasure, I leaned forward and kissed his
full mouth. Leaning back, I spread my thighs wider and rotated my hips.

He hissed.

“Fuck me.”

Cupping my breast in his hands,
that’s exactly what he did. As I raised and lowered my hips, he pumped his cock
deep inside me. When he pinched my nipples, I cried out from the shock of
pleasure.

On and on, we worked in tandem. I
didn’t know who was fucking whom.

Angling my hips, I shifted them in a
figure eight as I worked up and down his hard dick. It was pure rapture having
him sliding along my walls. My sex was already tightening around him, but I
fought against the building orgasm. I wanted this to last as long as possible.

Releasing my breasts, he placed his
hands on my hips, holding me high and in place.

The strength of his grip didn’t
allow me to move as he started thrusting hard up into me, almost clearing my
pussy before slamming back in.

The frenzied pace filled the room
with the wet slapping of our sexes, my cries of pleasure and his groans.

“Yes…don’t stop. Don— Ahhh…” I was
climaxing and coming apart at the same time.

Sloane never stopped fucking me, his
pounding drawing my orgasm out long and loud.

“Fuck do that again!” he commanded.

Picking me up, he brought us down to
the floor beside the couch as his hips continued to piston inside me. He had
the leverage for more force and impact against my sweet-spot and my pleasure
sensors were going off, out of control. I didn’t know how much I could take,
but I still wanted more.

I started screaming and I couldn’t
stop. Like some bad porn star, I seemed caught in a trance of ecstasy and I
could see only one way out—climaxing.

This time when I came, Sloane was
right there with me. Resting his chest on mine, he gasped and groaned in my ear
as his body shivered with release.

We lay there panting and attempting
to locate enough oxygen not to die within our own pleasure cloud. My arms were
around him, one leg circled his waist and my other foot still rested on the
couch, I was a pleased mess.

“So…what would you like to do next?
Monopoly?” He gave me little kisses along my jaw and thrust once in and out,
allowing me to still feel his semi-erect cock inside me.

I winced. I was glad that now that
sex was over, he wasn’t thinking about jumping up and heading out the door.

“Ah.” He leaned up on his forearms.
“Someone’s a little tender.”

A little?
I could not even think about a
round two. “Maybe once I catch my second wind. It’s been a while… you know.”

“I do and I’m no brute.” He brushed
back the short strands of hair glued to my forehead in sweat. “A bath would
probably work wonders.”

“You must have been reading my mind.”
I caressed his back and laughed.

Gently pulling out, he moved away.
“Lead the way and we’ll see if we can figure out something to do.”

With his assistance, I got to my
feet. I stood for a moment making sure I was stable enough to walk up the
stairs without collapsing into a heap. Once I was good to go, I grabbed the
second condom from the coffee table and we headed up the steps. “Just in case.”

“I like the way you think.”

I liked how he caressed my ass and
thighs as we advanced up to the second floor.

In the bathroom, I started the water
while Sloane removed and wrapped his condom. I was grateful to observe his care
and concern since there was just the single full bathroom that I shared with my
son. It was doubtful that Jason would know what a condom was at a newly turned
six, but the last thing I needed was him to think it was some kind of balloon.

“Bubbles?” I waved my Calgon at him.
When I’d thought about using it earlier, I’d never imagined it would be with a
sexy man.

“Normally no. But, with a beautiful
woman, I’m game.”

I gave him a coy smile.

Moments later, we both had figured
out how to fit our bodies into the garden style tub. It was deeper and wider
than the average bath even if not as long. Sloane’s knees were raised and I
rested between them and leaned back against chest.

“Tell me about your parents. I want
to know these two wonderful people that adopted a beautiful little girl.” His
fingers were stroking mine.

I sighed and relaxed in the warm
water, feeling it lap over my breasts. I never got to talk to anyone except my
brother Aaren about my parents and I was grateful Sloane wanted to know. “I was
left at the front of the city hospital where my mother worked. I was only a few
hours old, several pounds underweight, jaundiced and not expected to make it
past a week,” I began.

His arms tightened around me,
squeezing me to his body as if protecting me. “Who would do that to a baby?”

“I don’t know. The months I was
recovering no one ever came. My mom said she fell in love with me and brought
dad to the hospital to meet me. They decided to start the process for adoption
and then Aaren was introduced to me a few days before I was released in their
care.”