Veiled Seduction (15 page)

He stared down at her, incredulous. “Are you kidding me?”

A small, very feminine smile curved her lips. “Yes.” Holding him steady, she took him between her lips again, sliding down until he could feel her throat kissing the tip. She withdrew and did it again. And again.

He loved this. Christ, was there anything better than getting a blowjob from a woman you were crazy about? He wanted to grip her hair, hold her still, and fuck her mouth mindlessly, and he knew she probably wouldn’t mind, but here, at least, he could try to ease her into something new.

He released his hold on her hair and grabbed handfuls of the sheet underneath him. He wouldn’t go insane. She was playing though, and he needed to come soon. If there was one thing Maira was good at, however, it was picking up new things. “Lick your hand,” he bit out. “Make it wet. Wrap it around the part you can’t suck…oh yes. Just like that. Faster.”

She was a quick study, and within a few seconds she was taking him deeper, faster, her hands and mouth picking up the exact rhythm that he needed and wanted.

When he felt the ghost of her touch on his sensitive balls, he moaned. “Touch them harder. You won’t hurt.”

She did it perfectly, rolling the sacs in her palm while she bobbed her head on his cock.

It was too much, and he released the sheet to cup her flexing cheek, drawing her lips off. Wrapping his hand around hers, he watched her fascinated gaze as he beat at his cock until the streams of come spurted, landing on his belly.

He relaxed back into the bed, closing his eyes and dropping his arm over them. The bed shifted, there was a padding of footsteps. He opened his gaze to find her cleaning his belly off with a wet nap. She smiled at him sweetly when she noticed he was watching, and leaned over the side of the bed to toss the napkin into the wastebasket. He managed to lift his boneless arm to cuddle her back into his chest.

Though words of gratitude and praise rang in his head, he couldn’t figure out what to say. There was so much…too much. How had he gotten so lucky?

“I know you said that you think oral sex is sex, but I think sometimes it can be classified as foreplay.”

He looked down at her. “What?”

“Just something I was thinking about. I think if it’s followed by vaginal or anal intercourse, it’s foreplay. But if it’s by itself, I think you could make a good argument that it’s sex.”

“Um. Okay.”

She patted his chest. “Next time, I want to taste you.”

He gave a rough laugh. There it was again, tenderness and arousal. “We’ll see.”

“You can go back to sleep. It’s barely five.”

Yeah. That’s what he would do. Maybe when he got some more sleep, he would be able to verbalize better.

“Sasha, lemme—mmm. Let’s get inside.”

“I’ve been waiting for you all day.” He kissed her again deeply, dying to put all of his desire and love into his kiss.

She melted against him in that insanely accepting way she had and then pushed against his shoulders. “I know for a fact you’ve been doing more than waiting for me to get off work.”

“Barely.” He leaned in closer until her butt was pressed up against her car. “Let me show you what I thought about.”

“Inside, Sasha.” She gave him her stern look, the one that made him want to throw her down somewhere and mess her up. She was still dressed in her scrubs, her hair in a rumpled braid running down her back, tiny stubborn curls jumping out around her face.

He’d gotten to watch this morning as she’d hurriedly tied up her hair. The novelty of seeing her grooming ritual had somewhat made up for the fact that she hadn’t been able to linger in bed with him on their first morning after. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her body before the alarm had gone off.

He drew away reluctantly, mostly because he knew her neighbors lived too close for them to really have any fun outside. Next time, we’ll try it at my place. He had a hot tub in the back and a high fence.

“What are you thinking about?”

He focused on her as she walked next to him up her walkway. “Water.”

Her forehead wrinkled. It was damn cute.

They were barely inside the door before he had her back in his arms, kissing her slowly. He pulled back only to allow them both some air. “I go back to work on Wednesday.”

She looked surprised and then grinned. “Sasha! That’s wonderful.”

“Yeah.” It was. It felt pretty damn good to know he wouldn’t be sitting on his ass anymore. His vacation days had been well used. The therapy had helped as well. And Maira…Maira had been essential in clearing his mind, getting him ready to face work again.

“We should go celebrate.”

“That’s what I was trying to do when you interrupted me outside,” he said dryly as she slipped out of his arms and walked into her living room. She dumped her big tote bag on the couch and turned to face him, jumping a little to find him so close.

“I was thinking we could do something.”

“Huh.” He slid his hand over her hip. “Me too.”

She sighed. “I put out and you forget all about wining and dining, is that it?”

“I warned you it would happen, but you had to have your way.”

Maira didn’t move out of his reach. “Is that right?”

“Three years, Maira,” he reminded her. “Do you know what three years of celibacy are like for a man?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is it something like what twenty-four years of celibacy are like for a woman?”

He considered that. “Let’s talk about something else.”

She fought her smile. “Fine.”

“I have reservations for us at Salvatore’s at eight.”

“We’re going out?” She appeared surprised, and no doubt. Sal’s was always chock-full of local people who would recognize him in a second.

It was time, though. “I thought you’d like it. And after that picnic yesterday, anything else will seem like a…well, picnic.”

“I do like it. Let me shower and change.”

“I figured you’d have to do that…” He turned her so her butt met the back of the sofa. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he slowly tugged at the knot at the waistband of her scrubs. “Why don’t you let me get you a little dirtier and you can make that shower really count?”

He loved her immediate acceptance. Her breath came faster as he slid her pants and panties down her legs. She lifted her arms when he tugged at her shirt and helped him in unsnapping her bra. “Can you…make it different this time?”

“Different, how?”

“Different position, different…something. I want to learn it all.”

Whoa, pressure. When Maira’s genius brain wanted to learn something, she really applied herself.

Sasha thought that lesson one should be that she wouldn’t always call the shots. To that end, he dipped his head and fastened his mouth over the patch of skin on her throat that he knew drove her mad. He sucked, fast and hard.

Sure enough, she gave a shaky moan, pressing her body closer to his when he crowded her against the sofa. Oh yes. Perfect. The nude folds of her pussy rubbed right over his cock through his pants. The thing was acting as if it hadn’t been fully satisfied last night. She was just so juicy and slick…could it really be blamed?

Of course not.

They were both fumbling for his belt when a slight musical tone filled the air. “What is that?”

She froze. “My phone. Hang on, I’ve been dodging that call for a couple of days. I have to get that.”

He stood back to allow her to turn and lean over the sofa to rummage through her bag. She straightened right away, but the quick glimpse he had of her in that position fired his imagination. Tuning out her conversation, he studied her nice round ass as he disrobed.

He heard her gasp when he pressed against her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was amused to realize she’d grabbed a cushion from the couch and held it in front of her as if to preserve her modesty from whoever was on the phone. He didn’t have to expend much energy to pull the cushion away from her and toss it on the sofa. Drawing her earlobe between his teeth, he stroked her belly, enjoying the response of her body.

“No, I didn’t say anything.” She threw a frown over her shoulder and covered his hand, which was creeping up toward her breasts. “Sounds like you’re having fun.”

We can have some fun too. He twisted his hand under hers until it covered hers and then swiftly guided their entwined hands to the tight bud of her nipple. He used her own palm to abrade it. Her gasp was louder this time. She tried to cover it with a cough. “I have to go. No, everything’s fine. I’ll—oh.”

He sank the finger of his other hand between the bare folds of her pussy. With his thumb, he rubbed her erect clit. He loved the way she felt against his hand, all silky wet and slippery.

Her head fell back against his chest, her breathing coming in imperceptible pants. “Mom, I—bye.” She blindly pressed a button on the phone.

Mom?

He grabbed the cell before it could drop from her fingers, making sure she had disconnected it before tossing it on the couch. “Christ, Maira, you didn’t tell me that was your mother.”

“I am so irritated with you for that stunt.”

Hell, he wouldn’t have pulled the stunt if he’d had any idea who was on the other end. “She couldn’t tell. Right?” He hoped so.

“What if she could? That is not how I want you to meet my mother, her freaking out on the phone because some man is alone with me and making me gasp and moan.”

Mentally, he shrugged. If she suspected something, she suspected something, and he’d help Maira deal with it later. Right now, they could put their nudity to better use. He pinched her nipple, and she let out one of the aforementioned gasps.

“That was nothing.” He withdrew his touch, stepped back, and guided her body so she was bent over at the waist, her ass sticking straight out. He pressed a hand against her back when she made an instinctual move to get up. “Let’s see if we can recreate some of those moans. Grab on to the couch.”

She didn’t give even a token of protest, but caught hold of the back of the sofa.

As badly as he wanted to sink inside her, he couldn’t resist fondling her ass first. Such a provocative pose. Her brown skin shone in the fading sunlight, all smooth and curved. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the head of it up and over her ass, spreading his moisture so she gleamed. He followed his cock with his hands, massaging his pre-come into her flesh, squeezing the cheeks. She more than filled his hands, and he luxuriated in that expanse of flesh.

He spread her cheeks apart, tantalized by the sight of her anus winking up at him. She gave a ragged exhale of breath when he stroked his thumb over that opening. He followed with his cock, rubbing it up and over. It took him a moment to realize what she was saying. “Wait…not that different.”

His smile was tinged with hunger. “No, of course not.” He gently pressed his cock against her and squeezed the soft flesh of her cheeks around it. They both moaned when he ground against her.

“Not yet, at least,” she added breathlessly.

Would they ever get to the point where she couldn’t make him mindless with lust? With a few words she destroyed whatever control he had left.

Condom. Yes, condom. He stroked his hand along her buttock. “Don’t move.” It only took a second to dig his wallet out from his pants pocket to find the condom he’d stashed there.

Once he donned it, he tested her readiness. One day soon, when he wasn’t slavering like a beast to get inside her, he would treat her to hours of foreplay, maybe just sucking her breasts and her neck, eating her out until she fainted.

But unfortunately, that day was not today.

Even without hours of loving attention, her body was more than ready for him. Her pussy hugged and massaged his finger as soon as he inserted it. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside of her to widen her snug passage.

She whimpered and thrust her ass back against him. The provocative move just about undid him. With a growl, he lined up his cock and sank it home.

It was like she was made for him. Her pussy resisted him at first, but when he thrust with a steady pressure, it opened right up and welcomed him in. He hated the condom, resenting the way it kept him from feeling all of her wetness and tissues around him.

She didn’t shrink away with virginal fright or even really need to be coaxed. Though he tried to give her time to adjust to his body inside of hers, she only took a ragged breath when he was lodged all the way in and then thrust her hips back at him.

“Give it a second.”

She didn’t bother to listen to him, only rocked her body forward and back again. He let her ride him once more, and then he grabbed a hold of her waist to keep her still. With a quick lunge, he withdrew and thrust his cock deep. She gave a strangled scream. He halted, a little worried. “Too hard?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. She’d folded her arms on the back of the couch and rested her head on them, throwing her back into a more dramatic arch. “Harder.”

He wished he could put words together, but he was incapable of doing more than grunting. He took her at her word, setting a steady pace, unable to do anything but hold her still and hammer inside of her like he was trying to plumb her straight to her tonsils.

He figured this could quickly become his favorite position with Maira, though any situation that ended up with him inside of her was nothing but a good thing. The erotic sight of him fucking her like this was going to be one of those things that flashed before his eyes when he died.

“I love this,” he muttered. “I love how tall you are. I don’t even have to bend my knees to fuck you like this.” He spread her cheeks wider and watched as her body swallowed his cock, shiny with her cream. The slap of his pelvis against her ass was loud. Her body made a lewd sucking noise when he fucked her.

The sights, the sounds, the feel…it was too much. He’d had some idea that he would finish this missionary style in the bed—was it okay to do this with a woman who’d been a virgin only yesterday?—but he just couldn’t stop.

She didn’t seem to mind. No one would call her a screamer, but he’d picked up on the series of breathy moans that seemed to signal an impending orgasm for Maira. She made a startled sound when he straightened her body up. Holding her shoulders steady with one hand, the other holding her breast, he bent his knees and fucked upward with short, hard jabs that had her coming with a strangled scream.

There it is. Satisfaction burst through him.

Without waiting for her orgasm to subside—God, he loved fucking through those clasping contractions—he bent her over again and thrust furiously. When he felt his balls tighten in climax, he withdrew. Without explaining himself, he stripped the condom off, grabbed his cock in his hand and jacked it off. It only took three strokes of his hand before he was coming, the thick white streams landing on her ass and back.

When he was finally finished, he couldn’t stop himself from massaging his semen into her shiny flesh. Mine, he thought savagely. All mine.

Both of their breathing slowed, and he realized what he was doing. Even then, he couldn’t stop, his hands passing over her skin. She turned her head and glanced back at him. “I think I could use a bath now.”

His laugh was rusty, and he forced himself to stop. He helped her stand, rubbing any lingering strain from her back. Instant regret flashed over him when she gave a big stretch. “Are you okay?”

She paused mid-stretch and gave him a puzzled look. “Of course.”

“I can’t believe I took you like that.” Now that he thought about it, he really should have taken her back to the bed. She’d said she wanted different, but he could have done that in the bed. He’d deflowered her roughly as it was the night before, and then he’d fucked her bent over her own sofa—

“Ow.” He rubbed his arm where she’d smacked him. It hadn’t really hurt, but it had been unexpected. “What was that for?”

“You were going back into that crazy world where virgin automatically equaled a lack of passion.” She leveled a finger at him. “Cut it out. I’m a tough girl, and if you want to bend me over backwards right now, I’m game.”

The casual offer coming out of that usually circumspect mouth made him smile. It made his spent cock do a little more than smile. “I got it. How ’bout that bath first?”

She was still frowning, and he could practically see her insanely smart brain clicking away. “The bath isn’t because I’m sore, it’s because I’m…” Now she flushed. The color rose on her pale breasts. “Sticky. Where you…” She shook her head and bent down to gather their clothes.

Ahh, apparently her irritation-fueled bravado could only power her so far. He pasted an innocent expression on his face. “Where I what?”

She gave him an exasperated look and pivoted to walk toward her bedroom.

He tagged behind. “What did I do? When I kissed you? Is that it? Or maybe it was when I licked your neck. Yup, that’s gotta be what you’re sticky from.”