Sway (16 page)

to recall these moments with him

when she masturbated. This was

better

than

any

fantasy

or

remembrance, though. This intense

swell of energy and chemistry

between them swept her away and

she held on, letting him take over.

Every place he touched as he

kissed her, her back pressed to the

cool wood at her back, seemed to

make her skin come alive. Sensation

pulsed through her as he opened her

shirt and popped the catch on her bra

in mere moments.

Nearly rough at first, as if he

couldn’t stop himself from rushing to

touch her, his fingers first made

featherlight touches of her nipples.

Slowly, he drew her deeper, the heat

of him dizzying, the little flicks of

pleasure as his touch grew bolder,

the light touches turning into tugs of

her nipples until her breath caught.

Her knees went weak as she held

on, as he dropped to his own,

kneeling before her.

He shoved her skirt up and

hummed in pleasure when he saw her

panties. He liked the sheer ones so

those had been what she chose. She

slid her fingers through his hair as he

kissed the tops of her thighs, above

the stockings she wore. His perfectly

manicured beard had gone scruffy

and he looked entirely disreputable.

Like a pirate in a suit.

The beard tickled her skin as he

rolled the top of the left stocking

down, kissing all the skin he bared.

This big, elegant male with the big,

broad shoulders knelt at her feet and

kissed her tenderly and she had to

close her eyes a moment as he

snagged the sides of her panties and

drew them down her legs.

He nibbled his way back up her

thighs, his palms skimming her skin

and then he twisted his wrists and

slid her open with his thumbs, baring

her clit to his gaze.

“You have the loveliest pussy.” He

took a lick, swirling his tongue

around her clit.

He gripped her upper thighs and

held her still as he nuzzled her clit

gently with his lips. And then his

tongue lapped, licked, flicked, drove

her to the edge and backed off. Each

time he drove her up again, the

pleasure grew sharper. His grip on

her hips tightened, pressing her back

and tipping her as he flattened his

tongue against her clit over and over

until she splintered apart, her fingers

tangled in his hair as he continued

past the point where the first orgasm

had ended and into a second one, so

hard she had to let go of his hair and

grab his shoulders to keep standing.

He kissed the inside of each thigh,

pulled up her stockings and stood,

tucking her panties into his pocket.

Two steps back and he’d grabbed her

overnight bag and was standing at her

side again like he hadn’t just blown

her in his front entry against a

doorway.

“Now, hello. Come and have a

drink with me and tell me what

you’ve been up to over the last ten

days.” He tucked her arm in his and

walked her upstairs.

“I can sadly confess I’ve not had

any such fine welcomes at all during

the last ten days.”

His bedroom had an outer sitting

room that she’d quickly decided was

her favorite place in his house. The

view was incredible, the big trees to

one side, the water to the other.

There was a fireplace and a bar, an

overstuffed couch, a television and

good speakers from the house system.

“I love this room.” She let go of

his arm and moved to make him a

drink. “Laphroaig?” She removed her

shirt and bra before she went to the

bar.

He’d already changed his clothes

and so he settled on the couch and

watched her, pleased that she’d taken

her shirt off, baring her breasts to his

gaze like he preferred. “Yes, thank

you.”

She brought it over and placed it at

his right hand and dropped to the

floor with a happy sigh, sipping from

her glass as she looked at the fire.

Her head rested against his knee, his

fingers automatically seeking the

softness of her hair.

They’d spoken on the phone and

had texted quite a bit over the last

week and a half, but it hadn’t been as

good as touching her, having the

weight of her leaning against him.

“I was about to tell you that I was

not the only bidder on your piece. In

fact, there was even a bidding war

between me and two other people. I

did of course win gracefully.”

She laughed. “I’m sure.”

“I gave them both your information

and card.”

“Thank you. Truly.”

“It was my pleasure.” And it had

been. Even without this other thing

between them, he’d have been

promoting her work to the other

collectors he knew. “What else did

you do?”

“I quit three jobs and got one

more.” She told him about her job

with Mary and the idea she’d had to

combine

Jules’s

and

Mary’s

businesses in the same place.

“You’ve got a great mind for

business on top of a great amount of

artistic talent. You look better than

ninety-nine percent of the population

both clothed and naked. Really I’ve

yet to see something you’re not good

at.”

She scrambled around to kneel

between his legs. “So says the man

who is perfect at everything.”

“Not everything.”

“Oh yes? What is that then?”

He paused, on the verge of sharing.

Instead, he put his tumbler down and

took hold of the end of each of her

braids and pulled her close to kiss

those lips.

She allowed it, but they both knew

he was ducking the subject.

“What was your favorite part of

the week?” he asked as he broke the

kiss.

“Other than this part?” She smiled.

“Arch, the red piece with the woman

you said you wanted?”

He nodded, hoping like hell she

hadn’t sold it because he’d meant

every word when he said he wanted

to buy it.

“I told you I had other plans. I

entered it into the art walk selection

process and they called me today. A

few hours ago actually. They chose

me.”

He stood and swept her up into his

embrace, genuinely pleased for her.

“Wonderful news. This calls for a

celebration.”

“This
is
a celebration, silly.” She

smiled, her face tipped up to his, her

arms around his shoulders.

It was a simple thing. Affectionate.

Given without any expectation of a

return. It felled him. It made him

happy. It had been a long time.

Probably since the earliest of days

with Kelsey when what they’d had

was still good. Before he’d finally

opened his eyes and everything had

fallen apart. Too long to have gone

without a woman making him feel

this way.

“I like you in my life.”

Her smile widened and she kissed

him. “I like it too.”

Cupping her cheeks in his hands,

he kissed her. “On your knees.” After

he got rid of his jeans, he dropped a

pillow there and she tucked it

beneath her knees. He brushed his

cock against her lips and she opened

immediately, licking around the head

and crown, keeping him very wet.

He took a braid in each hand and

pulled her forward on his cock that

way. She rewarded him with a low

moan, the kind she made when he did

something that made her hot.

“Unless I say otherwise, even

when you’re not cuffed, I want your

hands clasped at your back when my

cock is in your mouth and you’re on

your knees.”

She did it without hesitation as he

continued to pull her forward by her

braids before she slid back slowly.

Her breasts swayed as she did this.

“And I want your eyes.”

She dragged her lids up slowly,

her gaze slowly clearing and focusing

on his.

He was getting close. He needed

to pull back now. But the sweetness

of her mouth on him was so hard to

resist.

“You’re irresistible. Ten days

without you is no fun.”

He hadn’t meant to say it but once

he had, once he saw the way her eyes

lit, he was glad he had.

“Okay, okay. Enough. I want to be

in you. But first…” She pulled off his

cock and looked up at him, watching,

waiting.

He drew her into the bedroom and

unzipped the bag, bringing out the

crop and slicing it through the air to

hear that sound. Her eyes widened.

“I bought this last week. Just been

waiting to use it on you. Hands on the

bed. Bend at the waist.”

She didn’t know what to expect.

All she knew is that her knees

trembled with excitement. And when

the first strike came, preceded by the

whick
of the crop as it split the air on

its way to her ass, she wasn’t

expecting it to hurt. But it
totally
did.

Right before she was about to turn

and say no, thank you, nice

experiment but I don’t desire more of

that, the sting soothed into a slow

spread of heat. His cock at her hip

was hard and so hot it burned through

the thin material of her skirt.

He liked it. Which made her like it

if for no other reason.

Again. And this time it hurt less,

though the vibration of it seemed to

echo through her body. Each strike

came in a different place on her ass

and thighs and she sort of lost track

of everything but her hands against

the cool material of his bedding and

the near rhythmic sound of the crop

cutting through the air before it

struck.

He put the crop down nearby and

paused to take in the glory of her ass

and thighs. In their time together he

knew her skin marked easily, so there

was a network of welts from the

crop. Nothing she’d feel an hour from

now. The marks, so apparent right

then, would disappear soon enough.

He bent to blow over the sting and

her skin pebbled.

He caressed up her legs and she

made a soft, sweet sound and that

need snapped back into place,

straightening his spine as he stood.

Gently, he pushed her thighs wider

and found her wet. So fucking wet.

He rolled the condom on and pressed

into her slowly, trying to let her

adjust around him, trying to catch his

breath before he came three seconds

after he got inside.

She was hot around his cock, tight

and perfect. The skin of her ass and

thighs radiated heat against his body

as he stood behind her. But when he

pulled back on her braids she stirred,

coming up from sub space, taking a

deep breath and looking back at him

over her shoulder.

It was right then, he realized, that

his thing with Daisy tumbled past

becoming serious
into something

else entirely. She fit him in ways he

hadn’t let himself really feel, but now

it was unavoidable.

Orgasm filled his veins, rushing

through him as he fucked into her

deep and hard. He kept it walled

back, needing more, needing to be in

her as long as he could be.

Her back was beautiful. The tattoo

glistened with her sweat as he pulled

her back to meet his thrusts over and

over. The flare of her hips incited

him, her skin so soft as he held on.

But she wasn’t fragile; she was

strong and willful and the way she

gave herself to him was a gift. A gift

he should have turned down, but

couldn’t.

Her body was a lure, yes, but it

was who she was, all the parts of

her, body and soul that felled him so

utterly.

“Make yourself come again.”

She shifted her weight to one hand

and reached back with the other. She