She tugged the zipper down and did a little shimmy as her jeans fell to pool at her feet. Her panties matched the black lace of her bra and he swallowed hard.
“My one great love,” Stace said running her hands over her breasts and then down over her belly to trace the top edge of her panties. “Sexy bra and panty sets.”
“I like your priorities,” Shep agreed enjoying the show she was giving.
“You seem to be a little overdressed, Shep,” Stace said and walked toward him.
It took all he had to keep his hands steady at his side as she grabbed his shirt and lifted it. He held his arms up and helped her pull it over his head before tossing it to the floor to join hers. She leaned back and licked her lips as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing the scars his body wore from the years of soldiering. She wasn’t awed by them, wasn’t repulsed by them, just accepted them as a part of him and moved on.
Her fingers brushed over the bulge of his cock before releasing the snap and zipper on his jeans. He pushed them down taking his boxer briefs with them. He toed his shoes off and let everything fall in a pile to be stepped out of. She dropped to her knees before him and licked her lips again as his cock bobbed and waved in front of her. She surprised him by moving her hands down to his feet instead and he lifted them one at a time so she could pull his socks off.
She sat back on her heels in front of him and let her gaze wander over him from head to toe before connecting with his eyes again. “I just have one question for you,” she said.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“How quick is your recovery time?” she asked with a wicked grin.
“Fairly good,” he offered. “What do you have in mind?”
“Right now I’m dying to taste you,” she said licking her lips again. “I want to suck that beautiful cock as deep as I can until you give me all you’ve got.”
Shep groaned. “You’re killing me here, Stace,” he sighed.
She laughed. “So I get first dibs and then you can return the favor,” she said.
“Return it with interest,” he promised.
“I was really hoping you’d say that,” she said and leaned into him again.
Her mouth brushed a kiss over the head of his cock and he felt her tongue rub over the slit taking the drop of pre-cum that was there. He leaned his head back against the door letting his eyes slip closed for just a moment. He felt the cool grip of her hands as she wrapped one on his shaft and the other cradled his balls. Her mouth stayed right at the head kissing, licking and gently sucking at him. He wouldn’t last very long at all.
“You taste so good,” she groaned and her mouth opened over him taking the entire head of his cock into her mouth and sucking on it.
His eyes flew open and he looked down to see her like a goddess on her knees, his cock appearing like her favorite treat. Her hair spilled all around her and he ran his fingers through it tugging it back and holding it up off her face so that he could better enjoy the view. She started a rhythm using her hand to work his shaft while she sucked and licked the head.
Heaven.
Her mouth was what heaven must feel like. He wanted to just close his eyes and enjoy every sensation and yet he was loath to miss even one moment of the vision she made. Her cheeks were hollowing out as she worked him. She did some twist with her mouth that had his balls drawing up tighter and swelling with the coming explosion that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered.
She just moaned and sucked harder at him working that wicked tongue in the notch just under his head that seemed to be connected with every pleasure nerve he had. He rocked his hips meeting her pace with his and fucking her mouth as she fucked him with it. His hands tightened in her hair as he just held on to her.
His spine tingled, his buttocks tightened and a harsh groan spilled from his lips as she felt the first jet of seed hit her tongue. She didn’t balk. She swallowed and kept sucking and when he saw a bead of his cum slip from between her lips to hover and then drip down her chin he felt like a god among men. She drank from him accepting every drop he gave her.
When he couldn’t take much more he used his grip in her hair to ease her away from him. She gave him one final lick as he slipped free of her now swollen lips. She glanced up at him and holding his gaze ran her tongue down to lick over the path of his spilled cum. Fuck. He was already growing hard again.
“My turn,” he said and with a laugh she leapt up and jumped on the bed.
She got up on her knees and reached behind her to release the catch of her bra and let it slide off to be tossed aside. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples as she watched him.
“I’m all yours,” she promised.
Chapter Four
He moved from the wall and crossed to the bed, to her. Stace played with her breasts and nipples and let the pleasure wash over her. She wanted to feel Shep everywhere. His hands, his lips, his teeth and tongue, but most especially she wanted to feel that magnificent cock lodged deep in her wet cunt fucking her hard and fast.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. She closed her eyes waiting to just feel where he would touch her. She felt his hands slide down her thighs to cup behind her knees and then with a hard tug she found herself flipped to her back. Her eyes popped open and she let out a laugh. He kept taking her by surprise. But laughter disappeared when he skimmed his hands up to the sides of her panties and tugged them down and off her legs.
As he slid his hands back up the inside of her thighs he spread them wide and she felt the shift of the bed as he moved up on it with her. He helped her shift so that her head was on the pillow and then he settled between her thighs. His lips left a wet trail over her thighs, top, outside, inside, everywhere but where she craved
them
most. His hands stroked over her hips and up her sides to just brush the curves of her breasts before slipping back down. She was dripping, her cunt clenching desperately on air and he had yet to even touch her there.
“Shep,” she groaned and his husky chuckle washed over her skin.
His hands pushed her thighs just a bit wider and one hand traced the folds of her cunt. Her body tensed in anticipation of that first touch of his mouth to her pussy. She was desperate for it. He moved his mouth to the crease where thigh met hip and sucked at her flesh. Who knew such a touch could be so erotic? She arched up into him tilting her hips to push her pussy to him.
Another husky chuckle followed by the reward she craved.
His tongue licking up the outside of her folds.
His hands slipped up to brace her hips anchoring her to the bed while he just licked up and down her cunt. She moaned and clenched the comforter. She had never been with a man so talented with foreplay. She was hot and wild and ready to burst and still his tongue wasn’t inside her.
One big hand moved back down to her pussy and he used his fingers to spread the folds. His thumb brushed over her clit and she felt that touch deep inside. He blew his hot breath across the bud and she felt it tighten further. His tongue jabbed at the bud flicking fast all around it. She could feel the flood of juices rushing into her pussy. She was so ready. He flattened his tongue over her clit and rubbed over it.
He shifted again and his other hand moved down to her pussy. The other arm was braced over her stomach with his hand angled down to hold her pussy lips wide for him. A finger dipped into the opening of her cunt and his tongue went back to jabbing at her clit. He rimmed her cunt with his finger, not giving her more than the tip of his first knuckle as he continued to tease her.
The finger disappeared and so did the tongue and she glanced down to see him watching her as he sucked his fingertip.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured. “Your pussy is so hot and tight. I could spend
hours
right here.”
He dipped his head back down and she cried out as he speared one finger deep into her cunt. His lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked at it, light pulls at first followed by quick, hard sucks. Her hands came back up to her nipples and she pulled and tugged at them as she rode the sensations closer and closer toward what was sure to be an earth-bending orgasm.
He did something with his fingers, hooked them inside her and rubbed on her G-spot. She exploded with a yell that echoed in the room and she hoped briefly that Griff really was wearing his iPod buds and not hearing her. Then she ceased to care. Her body had tightened and tightened and tightened until she felt like a rubber band stretched taut. Then that wicked touch and she burst to liquid melting into the mattress beneath her as Shep moved his mouth down to her pussy.
His tongue thrust in and out of her cunt coaxing her orgasm on and on and on. She wasn’t sure how he managed it but he used that incredible tongue to ease her back down from the extreme high she was on. Soon she found herself shuddering on the bed again, her breath coming in pants as Shep rested his head on the inside of her thigh. She glanced down and her eyes locked with his.
She didn’t fall in love. She didn’t believe in the whole love-at-first-sight thing. She believed in good old-fashioned lust at first sight, and she’d had that with Shep. But in that moment there was a connection between them, more than the physical one. It wasn’t love. She was adamant about that. But it was more than she’d expected, and, from the look in his eyes, more than he’d expected. It was a beginning.
Maybe of a brief affair.
Maybe of something more.
But it was a beginning.
“That was incredible,” she whispered not knowing what else to say.
He smiled and it made her think of a pirate.
The golden hair, the big blue eyes, the tanned skin.
He had already conquered her. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth that gave proof to the fact that he constantly smiled. She’d seen the scars on his torso, healed wounds from knives and even a puckered gunshot wound or two. She recognized them, knew them for the battle scars they were. And it said a lot that he had all those and still the lines from smiling. That was sexy to her.
“I hope you’re up for more,” he said as he moved up the bed to lie beside her. There was no way she could miss the bobbing erection and she licked her lips remembering how he had tasted.
She stretched her arm over to grab the roll of condoms she’d pulled out of the box earlier and tore one off. Ripping it open she turned to him. He held his cock around the base and she used both of her hands to roll the protection onto him. He leaned up to kiss her, slow and sweet and tender. He explored and tasted, his tongue stroking softly against hers. She could still taste him on her tongue and when his tongue touched hers their flavors mingled and exploded on her taste buds. She wondered if he was enjoying the combined essence as much as she was.
He eased her back down onto the bed coming up over and shifting so that his legs were between hers. He continued kissing her sipping from her lips as he moved his hips closer to hers letting his sheathed cock glide between the still slick folds of her sex until it finally lodged at her opening. He pulled back from her lips and holding her gaze he eased inside her.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he said as her eyes fluttered shut. “Look at me. Let me see your pleasure.”
She moaned low in her throat as he moved inside her, his cock rubbing along her pussy walls and igniting every nerve there. She held his gaze, panting for breath as he moved. Burying himself deep, he swiveled his hips and had her arching up into him, her fingers clenching where she held onto him.
She’d had sex, great sex, but no man had ever held her gaze during the act, no man had ever forced the connection that Shep was. He would not let her put this in the box safely marked as just sex. He would make her feel more than just the physical. And in that he scared the hell out of her.
She didn’t really do emotion, not when it came to men and sex. She did pleasure, always willing to give as well as she got. Hell she could make a man come with just the touch of her hand. She loved a hard cock. But that was where it ended for her. When the sex was over she could walk away sometimes easier than the man could. But as she looked at Shep, saw the pleasure he was feeling reflected in his eyes, she knew that it wouldn’t be so easy this time.
He pulled almost completely out of her and then slammed back in breaking her out of her tumbled thoughts so that she was focused solely on the here and now.
“That’s better,” he said as if he knew she had been thinking outside the moment.
He pumped hard and fast, his cock plundering and owning her pussy with every deep stroke. One leg locked at his hip but she pulled the other one to her chest easing it between them and holding it giving him the ability to reach farther with every surge of his hips.
He took her lead and moved to his knees pushing her other leg forward so that they both nestled against her breasts. Taking the time to kiss both of her insteps he lifted them to his shoulders and placing his palms on the back of her thighs he began moving again. Slow and easy now, letting
them
both adjust to the deeper penetration this angle allowed for. His cock flexed and throbbed inside her and Stace lifted her hips from the bed using her feet on his shoulders to gain the leverage she needed.
He pumped and she met him thrust for thrust. It was the most incredible fuck of her life, perhaps more for the man she was with than the weapon he used. Shep was endowed, no complaints there, but it was the way he commanded her body, held her gaze that made it so much more than she’d shared with any other.
She’d always fought for dominance, control during sex. And most men, if a woman was good enough, wouldn’t care who controlled the act as long as their dicks were getting off.
But not this man.
He met her move for move never once letting her doubt that he would give her pleasure. She didn’t have to take it for herself. That was exactly it. He would not allow her to just take it. And for some reason, with him, it didn’t piss her off but instead made her hotter and hornier than hell.