His Kind of Wonderful (Sugar Bay #2) (17 page)

“What? But—“

“Go ahead and wash your hands. We’ll begin in a few minutes.”

She grinned as he stomped to the kitchen and washed his hands, muttering about killing his neighbor.

Dani released her hair claw and let her hair fall in loose waves around her. She settled on the sofa, rearranged the quilt into a more convenient position and waited for his return.

“Today is about nipple play,” she announced then winced as he stumbled over the kitchen mat on his way back to her.

“Right. Nipples.”

She sat up straight and watched his eyes laser in on the hard nubs poking through the soft cotton.

“The question—can one orgasm through nipple play alone?”

He nodded and exhaled a breath. With narrowed eyed resolve he grabbed his phone. “Let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

“What are you doing?”

“Putting a timer on.”

“Why?”

He leveled a look at her. “Safety precaution.”

She shook her head. “Chicken.”

“Nope. I’m a realist.”

He put his phone on the coffee table and sat on its edge, directly across from her. Dani leaned forward.

“Many men don’t realize there are more sensual points on a woman’s body than the obvious. Men are stimulated visually while women are more evolved and need mental stimulation. Do you think this is true, Dani?”

“Yes.”

He nodded, his golden eyes were magnetic and she didn’t blink.

“A smart man uses both words and his body to seduce a woman. Not all women are created equally. Some don’t prefer much in terms of nipple play whereas others have highly sensitive nipples and can come through nipple play alone.”

She gulped. His voice had taken on a low, seductive quality and she found herself moving closer and closer as he spoke.

“So tell me, Dani. Do you have sensitive nipples?

Dani squirmed in her spot on the sofa. She knew if he bothered to look lower, he’d see a damp spot on her panties. He was that good.
“I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

She nodded and tried to play it cool. Wouldn’t do to pant like a bitch in heat.

He stood and pulled her to stand in front of him. She was above average in height but still came up to his chin. She tilted her head to meet his gaze. Joe’s hand settled on her shoulders and massaged them lightly.

“Before we go on, let’s review last night’s exercises.”

Her eyes widened. “Like when you blew me out of my mind.”

He chuckled. “Before that. Don’t you remember the kisses?”

“The kisses?”

“Yes.” He moved his hands to cup her chin. “Mustn’t forget the kisses. Ever.”

He stared into her eyes while his thumb stroked her jawline. “Such soft skin.”

He brushed her lips with his, once and then again. On the third pass he nibbled on her lower lip until she allowed entry. “Very good, sweetheart,” he whispered thickly before pressing his lips to hers.

Joe took his time tasted her lips, sweeping her mouth with his tongue. He pressed his lower body against her. He was hard—deliciously so. She let the quilt slide to the floor and pressed back against him, wanting more. Joe’s hand slid down her shoulders to her hips before palming her bottom. His hands were greedy as he fondled her flesh. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to him but he still wasn’t close enough.

He angled her head and moved down her neck to the loose fabric of her shirt. Joe tugged the cotton and watched with shadowed eyes as it slipped past her shoulder.

“Oops,” she whispered and watched his eyes darken.

With a finger he stroked a path along her neck. She shivered. Joe nibbled on the hollow where her shoulder met her neck, and moved lower to where her shirt covered the skin he sought. Every once in a while he rubbed his scruff along her delicate skin. He sprinkled tiny kisses between the rough stroking. The dichotomy between the two made her body weak. Joe must have sensed her knees would soon lose their strength and he pulled her to the sofa. Joe pushed her deep into the cushions while he hovered above her.

Hot hands stroked a path from her panties, along her stomach to gently cup her breasts under her shirt. She gasped against his mouth at the fire that radiated from her core.

“You like that?”

Her answer was to lift her head and plunge her tongue into his mouth. He met her stroke for stroke, long licks and relentless pleasure. Ever mindful of her satisfaction, Joe rotated his palms slowly over her breast; his fingers brushed against her nipple, rubbing it softly. At times he barely grazed the tip. She shivered at each pass, suspended in anticipation.

Dani protested when Joe removed his hand from beneath her shirt. “Not yet.”

“Shhh. I’m not done yet. Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He tugged the loose neckline down over her shoulder until he exposed a breast.

She was afraid he’d think she was too small but the sheer lust in his eyes put her fears to rest. “Ah fuck, baby. You’re beautiful,” he growled and bent to tongue her nipple.

“Oh God.”

She felt beautiful. His relentless hunger made it so. He tried to consume her, mouthing as much of her breast as he could. Each rapacious suckle shot spasms of yearning to her core and soaked her panties.

She shifted restlessly on the sofa, unable to remain a passive partner. Her hands touched and fondled whatever she could reach.

He tugged the shirt until her other breast was exposed. She knew her shirt was beyond repair but didn’t care. Dani held his head against her while he went from one breast to the other, driving her out of her mind.

“Fuck me.” She was on edge and desperate for release.

“I can’t.” Frustration laced Joe’s guttural reply. He sucked a mark on the soft skin above her breast.

She moaned. Her fingers tightened in his hair. “Please.”

He pulled away and met her eyes. She saw heat, desire and something else in the golden light before he crushed her lips with his. He seemed to pour all his frustrated longing into the kiss as he devoured her mouth, nipping, sucking her lower lip, and tasting her deeply. There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss. He demanded that she remember who was kissing her lest she forget.

“I want to eat you. To inhale you.”

She moaned her agreement. “Yes, please.”

He grinned, flashing a deep dimple. Dani wrapped a leg around him but he pulled back and stood. He lifted her and moved to a large lounge chair in the corner. He sat on the brown leather and arranged her so she straddled his lap.

The lounge chair was built for comfort and fit two easily. The rigid bulge behind his thin sweat pants demanded her attention so she moved against it experimentally. The fabric was so thin she felt every long inch of him strain against her. They groaned in unison. Lush sensation filled them with each grinding movement. Dani was so grateful he’d forgotten about his aunt’s quilt, the flimsy barricade had long slipped away.

“Oh, Joe.” Her head fell back. He took advantage of her exposed neck and sucked sweet kisses along the length. Her hips move of their own volition. Each gyration forced a moan from him.

“Slow down, baby.” He held her hips in his hands. He rested his forehead against hers. The sound of their panting breaths filled the room along with the sounds of the gentle surf.

He took a deep breath in slow breathing pattern. “Nipples. Nipples. Nipples,” he chanted under his breath as she watched.

At last he exhaled and urged her on her knees in front of him so he was level with her breast.

She was wet and her core pulsed with desire. She could smell her arousal and how much she wanted him. In their current position with her on her spread knees in front of him, he had to have known as well.

He tugged the neckline and exposed a breast again. She saw his dark head and moist lips as he hovered above her nipple. One deep breath was all it would take for him to touch. Anticipation made the turgid length tighten.

“Joe,” she whispered. He glanced up. The urgency he read on her face made him relent.

He brushed his face against her nipple once, twice, making her groan. The scruff on his chin was rough and made her want more. She moved her body against his but he was intent on torturing her.

He opened his mouth and lapped across the tip. Each pass ended with a moist pattern circling her breast.

“More.”

He shook his head against her and continued his slow methodical torture. “Be patient.” He nipped the underside of her breast in punishment.

Her girl parts flooded with added moisture. She arched her body toward his.

At last Joe opened his mouth. The hot, rhythmic suction pulled at her core. He peppered sporadic kisses and small love bites with the suckling. The friction of his mouth and tongue forced her hips to undulate, needing relief.

Joe pulled the neckline lower until the other breast was exposed and set upon its twin with equal treatment. Desperation lent a harsh quality to his lovemaking. Bites were a little bit cruel; kisses were a little bit rough, yet each contact released a flood of dew until she was drenched.

Joe snaked a hand between her legs and slid a finger under the elastic. He traced along her hot seam. “Fuck,” he breathed against her. “So wet. So responsive.”

“Oh, God.” With each pass his finger made up and down her drenched core, her body clenched.

She was so close. She knew it.

She needed more. Wanted more. Desired more.

He added another finger. Her hips lifted, eager for more. Then he circled the engorged bundle of nerves that centered her pleasure, once, twice. The movements were accompanied by the deep pull of his mouth on her nipple and pushed her over the edge.

Her moan was low and guttural as her internal muscles pulsed and clenched around his fingers. He drew out her pleasure by rubbing her juices with two fingers in a wide circling pattern around her sensitive clit. Her body jerked and shuddered but still pleasure gripped her. Just as she came down from her orgasmic high, the jarring sound of a piano riff blared, startling her.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he murmured when she jerked in his arms. He reached behind her with one hand to fumble with his phone. At last the annoying sound stopped.

His other hand was still nestled in her panties, his fingers still inside her. Joe tongued each nipple one more time, ending it with a deep draw in his mouth. She shuddered again, primed for another round of pleasure.

Slowly, Joe slid his fingers out of her panties. The sight of her dew glistening on his fingers sent additional shudders through her.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.”

“Which one is that?” Her breathing was choppy.

“Whether or not you have sensitive nipples. You do.”

“Right.” She did. Dani looked down at the nipples in question. Framed as they were by the stretched t-shirt, they were hard, eager and pointing in Joe’s direction.

Joe licked his lips and stared down at them with eyes darkened with desire. For a moment, she thought he’d give in but he took a deep shuddering breath and helped her off his lap. Without another word he stumbled away.

Today’s session was clearly over.

***

The gentlemen two tables over slurped his coffee—again. For the last ten minutes the annoying sound had worked her nerves. She wasn’t the only one to notice because others had glanced his way as well. If he didn’t finish his coffee soon, Dani would do her community service for the day and yank that cup away out of his hands. How he managed to get to the age he was without someone bitch slapping basic manners in him, she’d never know.

The guy was lucky she was in a good mood. The professor was due at any moment with her cover reveal. They’d decided on a concept, he’d sent her a value study and today she’d see the original. No more homemade cover, no more stock photos seen a million times elsewhere, she was getting a bona-fide original. Mentally she did a happy dance, which translated to her currently bouncing knees.

The plans afternoon were to scan it into Photoshop and play around with typography. She couldn’t wait to resubmit her cover.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hey there, Isaac.” With her last bit of patience, she watched as he dropped his portfolio, briefcase and umbrella beside his chair, and then watched as he arranged it just so. She was ready to root through his portfolio to retrieve the illustration herself by the end of his never-ending routine. He took his time as if he were unaware of her forward leaning excitement. Or maybe he was fully aware and simply enjoyed drawing out her anticipation like the pervert Joe accused him of being.

“Well?”

The store clerk called his name. “Be right back,” he sent her a wink over his shoulder and walked away.

She nodded and, by sheer will, kept a smile on her face when she really wanted to shake him until he forked it over. A few minutes—which seemed like hours—later, he returned with his coffee.

“Okay. You’ve waited long enough.”

“Thank you, God.”

He pulled the illustration out of his portfolio. The piece was wrapped in a protective plastic sleeve.

“Oh Isaac,” she breathed with her hands to her mouth. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

And it was. She had her very own romance cover like Pino. The heroine looked like she’d envisioned while the hero was perfectly muscled and holding the heroine. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away.

“I love it. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. It was fun. This barter and trade system is working out well. Your edits have only improved my writing.”

“That’s great, Isaac. I can’t wait until you publish it. Your first novel will stand out with its beautiful cover so it’ll do much better than mine initially did.”

“We’ll see.”

“I have to get back to work but thank you for your work on this.” She packed the illustration carefully in her bag, pressing it between the pages of a large book. She stood and gave Isaac a one armed hug. “I love it. I can’t wait to get home to play with it more.”

Isaac laughed, his arm still around her shoulder. “Send me the link when you’ve uploaded the revised cover.”

“I will. Maybe we can submit it for an indie cover contest.” She pulled away and gathered her bag.