The Bride Takes a Powder (11 page)

"Mike, touch me," she
huskily demanded.

"Oh, baby, yes. He kissed the
smooth softness, nibbling his way along the edge of the material. Through the
lace he brushed his finger over a nipple, as hard as a gemstone. He heard her
sharp huff of breath that focused all his conscious attention on that little
erect bud. Squeezing it, he hoped the friction of the lace aroused her as much
as she was arousing him.

"Mike…"

Yes.
Her moan told him everything. She cupped the mound in her palm, offering him
her breast. "Please touch me. Suck my nipple." Her eyes now pled her
need.

"My pleasure."
Front bra clasp. Hallelujah!
He flicked
the lace cups apart and sucked the pale bud into his mouth.

"God," she whimpered,
arching, pushing his nose into the soft pillow of her flesh.

Embracing her other breast in his
hand, he suckled her nipple until she writhed against him, cupping his ears to
hold him there.
Oh, baby, I'm not going
anywhere.

Except…
Enough of this.
He lifted her, placing her gently on the bed. "I need
to see all of you, darlin'."
Desperately.
Peeling her blouse off her shoulders, down her arms, he started on the closure
of her jeans, got the zipper open and felt his heart stutter.
Be cool. Remember foreplay. Matching yellow
lacy panties.
"Norah Ballard, I applaud your underwear," he
breathed.

She giggled.

He glanced up, her stomach bounced
with her chuckles, but his smile died at the sight of her naked from her
panties up. "Oh God." She watched him, her arms at her sides, fingers
clutching the bedding. Every man's wet dream, the sight of her bra open and
fallen to her sides, of her beautiful breasts with their pretty puckered tips,
smooth skin flowing down a flat belly, and lace panties covering her mound,
constricted his throat. Kneeling back, he slid her high heels and jeans off in
one fell swoop, and tossed them on the floor.

Lace covered fair pubic hair, and
the crotch of her panties looked damp. "Whoa, baby." Through the
sheer material he could see puffy swollen lips and a pink clit. He couldn't take
his eyes off her. His mouth watered with wanting to taste her pussy, to claim
those soft puffy lips, to suckle her. He choked back an inconvenient laugh.
Nothing was funny about this. It was amazing and intense.

"What's the matter?" she
whispered.

"Nothing, honey. You're the
sexiest thing I've ever seen." He traced a forefinger over the elastic
slung low across her belly, then drew a finger along the the slit between the
thick springy pussy hairs.

"Oh," came out on a soft
breath.

There seemed to be some confusion
mixed in with arousal. Did she truly not understand how hot she looked? Well,
he was here to show her, and he honestly didn't care if she ever touched him.
He was going to concentrate on her body, soft and firm, quivering in arousal.
Drawing the panties off to join the shoes and jeans, he spread her legs dying
to finally see all of her. He stroked her mound and smoothly slid a finger
between her lips to tickle her clit. Her hips bucked, her moan resonating in
his ears.

"Oh Mike. I want to see you too."

"Oh yeah, baby. We'll get to
that. I need to do this first." Climbing off the bed, he knelt, tugged her
hips toward the edge, and widened her thighs. "I'm glad it's still
daylight so I can see you." Holding her swollen lips open with his thumbs,
he used the flat of his tongue to caress her clit.

"Oh, God," she uttered a
protracted groan, arching her hips closer to his lips.
Thank you, ma'am.
Glancing up, her eyes were tightly closed, her
mouth open in a silent scream. Gloating, he would have smiled if his mouth
weren't otherwise occupied. She panted, her belly lifting and falling rapidly,
her breasts jiggling, her fists clutching the bedding. His cock ached and
throbbed reacting to the arousing sight of a woman enthralled.

When he suckled her stiffened nub
into his mouth, she started to make high-pitched sounds, putting her hand over
her mouth. Angling his chin up, he inserted one then two fingers into her
sheath. Her hands clamped onto his scalp, fingers sliding between the strands
and holding him close. He ignored the sting of yanked hair and devoured her
while pumping his wet slippery fingers inside her.

Holding on as if for dear life—
I'm not leaving you any time soon, honey
—her
knees rose, her feet balancing on his shoulders, and she drove herself at him
in a jerky yet seductive rhythm.

He felt captured in the best kind
of prison, her hands in his hair, her feet on his shoulders. He cradled an ass
cheek in one palm to hold her still for his devouring mouth. Her fluttering
passage massaged, throbbing around his fingers. He crooked them to press her
G-spot, giving it short firm strokes until…
kaboom!
She loosened one hand from his hair to clamp over her mouth to smother her
orgasmic shriek.

Riding her hip gyrations, he stayed
with her until she slowed down and came to rest, arms and knees flung wide in
exhaustion.
God. She looks beautiful,
completely vulnerable and exposed.
Garrett had been one lucky sod to have
this and fucking stupid to let her slip away.

She moaned loudly when he gave her
one final lick the whole length of her slit and over her hard clit. Rising, he
shucked his clothing.
I thought I didn't
care if she touches me. But I do.
He wasn't finished with her. Not one
little bit.
I want more. My cock needs to
be inside her. And fast.

Chapter Seven

Norah couldn't think, could only
utter one word and, since there was no spit left in her mouth, not out loud.
Jeezus!
Garrett hadn't liked doing that
to her, and he never, never,
never
came close to what Mike did. Garrett would tease her enough to get her started
then fuck her missionary style. She got the distinct impression that Mike liked
feasting on her. He'd taken his time and gotten it right.

And now he was lying beside her
finally as naked as she was.

She must have dropped off to sleep
for how long she didn't know. Awakening on her side, she opened her eyes to
find Mike peering at her. "Hi." She gave him a crooked smile.

"Hi, you." He smiled
back.

"Did I fall asleep on you?"

"Not literally," he
murmured. "But yeah."

"I suppose you feel pretty
proud of yourself for overwhelming me like that."

He nodded, his head rustling the
crisp cotton of the pillowcase. "Yup."

Closing her eyes, she breathed in,
smelling herself on his face.

"In case you're wondering, you're
delicious, Norah." He smacked his lips.

"You liked doing that?"

"Oh yeah, and I think you
liked it too."

She snorted. "Did my shrieking
and wriggling give it away? That was a rhetorical question, by the way."
She'd been right about him being hairy. Caressing the dark strands on his
chest, she spun them around her finger, then spread her hand over his
pectorals. "You're pretty muscular for a teacher," she said, giving
his chest a kiss.

"Teachers can't have a good
build?"

"I would have thought you'd be
skinny and narrow chested with no hair," she teased.

"Yikes. Kind of a Barney Fife
look? I'll have you know, young lady, that I work out. I swim. I take care of
myself!"

"Yes, you surely do."
Quirking a grin, she swept an admiring gaze down his body to his cock.
Oh my God, it's big. And thick.
It
curved up and rested on his belly, the tip already red and leaking fluid.

He chuckled. "I sound like a
TV commercial for vitamins."

"Whatever you're doing, it's
workin' for ya'." Her wandering fingers found a dark male nipple and drew
circles around it on his chest. It quickly pebbled as he drew in a short
breath. "You like that?"

His head bobbed again, his eyelids
drooping in apparent pleasure, his lips slightly parted.

She kept circling, enjoying the
expressions crossing his face, his slight smile of arousal. "Just enjoy
it, Mike," she murmured when she felt him tensing to stop her. Leaning in,
she kissed his chest, working her way to the tiny erect bud. She brushed her
lips lightly over it, listening to his short puffs of breath, feeling them hot
on her cheek. Adding her tongue and teeth, she nibbled. His hand cupped her
head. She growled, her own nipples tightening and tingling in want, and latched
onto his nipple, sucking it as vigorously as he'd suckled her clit.

"Damn!" he exclaimed,
pulling her away, putting her on her back. Shifting to lie half on top of her,
he attacked her mouth, thrusting his tongue, filling every interior inch,
grazing the inside of her cheeks, her teeth, suckling her tongue back into his
mouth.

She ran her fingers down his arm,
down his hip, her open palm stroking his butt, scoring his skin with her
fingernails. "Make love to me," she begged. "Please." It
flashed through her mind that she could be making a big mistake. Jumping from
the frying pan into the fire, as it were. But then he lifted off her, rolling
to his knees.

Her eyes widened as she tightened
her hand around his cock. "Yes," she crooned. He was hard and hot,
his skin smooth and sensitive. She spread the tip's oozing droplets around with
her thumb. "Come here." She urged him to straddle her hips. Her
sheath ached, pulsing for his cock, but she wanted to play first. Wrapping
gentle fingers around his balls, she heard him groan, felt the quivering of his
muscular thighs on her hand.

"Enough," he hissed.

"Do you have condoms?" As
aroused as she was, she had no intention of taking any chances.

"Shit."

Devastated, she closed her eyes.
We can't stop now.

"Yeah." He climbed off
the bed, rummaged around his clothing on the floor, and returned with several
packets. Kneeling between her thighs, he ripped one open with his teeth. His
eyes were already glazed over in arousal, his teeth bared in anticipation.

She watched in fascination as he
slid the condom down his considerable length, the action mimicking his
penetration into her body. Arching, she moaned, her tongue scraping at her
teeth. "Oh, Mike…"

"Yeah, baby…" Gripping
his lower lip between his teeth, he parted her folds, massaging in slow
circles, moving inexorably toward her sheath.

She was exposed. No one had ever
looked at her like this, just indulged himself with her. She felt hot cream
pool and trickle from her passage and held her breath waiting for his touch.

He guided his erection to her
entrance and embedded the tip.

"Ohhh…" So sensitive
there. She whimpered at his slow circling movements. "Oh God, just fuck
me! Oh my God, that feels so good."

"Yeah, it does," he
ground out, low and tortured. Then he slid all the way in, slowly, purposely.

Her moan joined his groan. He
filled her, stretching her so wonderfully. "Oh yes, Michael Banning! Yes,
stay!" she cried as she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on. He
was glorious.

"I need to move," he
muttered.

Her response was an arch of her
hips to bind them closer.

His response was to withdraw,
almost all the way, then to thrust again and again, fucking her hard. Just the
way she wanted him.

He fit inside her, the smooth round
head of his cock, every long thick inch of him, and it was perfect. He drove
her to an almost unbearable pleasure, demanding she follow him until he grunted
deeply and stilled. Even through the condom she felt the pulsations and heat of
his semen triggering another climax.

She didn't know when he actually
stopped coming. Her hips kept grinding and surging as if she couldn't get
enough of him. Maybe she couldn't. She didn't think making love had ever been
this truly momentous.

***

Mike woke slowly. Something was
different. He didn't smell the fryer or the hops scent that permeated every bar
in existence. Then it hit him. Norah. They'd made love all night. She was a
screamer, and they'd taken turns covering her mouth to keep Jan from hearing
them.

Slowly, wanting to savor his
memories, a smile quirked his mouth, he blinked his eyes open, rolled his head,
and met Norah's smoky gray gaze. She lay on her side, her hand thrust under the
pillow.

"What're you smiling at?"
she asked, low and husky.

"I didn't realize I was,"
he replied, rubbing a hand over his face as if to erase a grin.

"Yeah, you are."

"I guess I'm happy. Are you
okay?"
Jesus.
It had been a long
time since he'd had a marathon like that. He couldn't help grinning as he
reached out a hand to smooth a lock of blonde hair off her cheek. Thank God he'd
had more condoms. It was kind of embarrassing he'd had so many with him. He
hadn't expected to get so lucky. And if he'd run out of them, he would have used
his fingers and his mouth again.

"Are you okay?" he
repeated, taking her lips fiercely, very aware of his morning wood and that
after a long dry spell he had somewhere very delectable to put it.

Norah fit him.

She responded to his kiss, rolling
him onto his back. "Wait here a minute. I have to go to the bathroom. It's
morning, you know." She slipped off the bed and treated him to the lovely
view of her world-class ass as she swayed it out of the bedroom.

The incessant newly activated greed
of his hard-on took over, and he met her at the door coming back. The look on
her face when he grabbed her around the waist and crushed her to him was
priceless. Tenderly brushing her lips with his, he noticed the delicious smell
of mint. He should have brushed his teeth too, he supposed, but it seemed his
cock couldn't wait. Turning her, he pressed his front to her back and his wood
nestled against her soft, silky heavenly ass.