Compelled by the hard set of his features and the unyielding determination that simmers in his eyes, I know I’m staring into the face of a man who wouldn’t only move mountains for me, he’d slay dragons and battle monsters.
Fighting my love for him is a lost cause. I don’t want to pull away anymore. I need to give this a real chance…give us a real shot. “Take me to bed, Mick.”
He shakes his head, brushing my lips against his as he does so. “I want you right here…right now. The way I imagined it earlier.”
After my bath, I slipped into racy underwear and drew the bedroom curtains to filter out the sun in anticipation of his arrival.I can’t do this here.
ButI hardly have time to complete my thought, let alone process my fear, before Mick is untying the belt and pushing the robe off my shoulders and down my arms. It falls to the floor around my ankles in a white silk puddle. There is nothing to buffer the flaws. Nothing except me in the pouring sunlight in skimpy underwear and all my less-than-perfect glory.
Mick recognizes the conflict on my face. “Trust me, baby,” he whispers, letting his eyes roam to the push-up bra, which does exactly what it’s supposed to do: push my full breasts up and together to form firm, plush cleavage.
“Jesus, Dee,” he murmurs, looking a moment before deftly flicking the front clasp open, causing me to spill, flushed and heavy, into his hands.
“I’m older,” I say, knowing my boobs on their own don’t sit as high as they used to.
“Better,” he counters, his fingers rolling and tugging my nipples, sending arrows of desire straight to my core.
He lowers his mouth to kiss me again. It’s wild and chaotic. Consuming and drugging. He whispers against my lips how good I taste, before dragging his mouth across my jaw and down my neck. He removes my bra and through shuttered eyes I watch him kiss my breasts and suck my puckered nipples before going to his knees.
He stares up at me in my thong with its embroidered butterfly on the front triangle. I thought it was so pretty and flirty when I bought it. Not so much anymore.
My desire recedes on a black cloud as his bevy of beauties line up in my head, mocking me. What was I thinking? That sexy underwear was going to magically make me feel sexy? That after a night of great sex, under the cover of candlelight, all my insecurities would vanish?
Above my panties, the recessed white lines that mar my olive skin look like the faded claw marks of a tiger. Mick presses his mouth to my belly and traces a shallow groove with his tongue. “Mick…don’t.”
My plea doesn’t deter him. “Once you kissed my bruises…my scars,” he says, tracing another stretch mark. “And wanted me still. Do you think I feel any different? I’m turned on by everything about you, Dee. Even the parts you think aren’t perfect. In the dark, in the light. At eighteen or thirty-three. I still want you. I stay hard with wanting you.”
He kisses me through the lace butterfly and then pulling the material aside, he kisses me under it. The pleasure is thick and humid. Heedless. I can feel myself slipping into that dark vortex, whisked away to that sensual world where my thoughts and fears take flight…where there’s only Mick and what he’s doing to me. I’m lost to his lips, to his tongue, and to the chafing of his whiskered jaw against my inner thighs.
The sensations tangle too fast to separate one from the other. All are keen and brilliant. Ensnaring his messy waves with my fingers, I ride his mouth to hasten my climax. But Mick doesn’t let me come that way. He dislodges my hands and abruptly spins me around.
I gasp when his teeth gently sink into my fleshy behind, taking love bites that he soothes with hot wet flicks of his tongue. And then one of his hands is flirting with the crease. I try not to picture what I must look like from his close vantage point and concentrate on the sensuous touch of his fingers sliding slowly up the length of satin string, teasing forbidden flesh. It’s illicit and erotic. A thrill rockets through me when he grabs the thin strip and rips it apart.
And then two fingers are inside my throbbing sex before he adds a third, stretching, readying me for what I know is going to be a hard ride.
I moan low and deep as he slides his mouth across the swells of my hips and bottom and licks at the dip in my back. “Every inch of you is beautiful, Dee,” he whispers. Rising, he trails a moist trek up my spine to my nape, where he noses my hair to the side. His lips taste my neck and vibrate against my skin. “I’m dying for you.”
He removes his fingers and I whimper from the loss. He reaches for my hands and stretches them out on the granite in front of me.
“Spread your legs.”
His foot nudges my feet apart and I widen my stance. Not being able to see him heightens my other senses, making everything sharper. Soft cotton and rough denim press against my naked body. I hear the rasp of a metal zipper and his moaning, soughing breaths. Smell the scent of arousal. Feel the brush of his knuckles as he positions himself to shove into me where we stand.
I cry out from the pleasurable burn, and my knees almost buckle.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He curves one hand around to my breasts, alternately stroking over each budded nipple as he strokes into me. Smooth and controlled—his short, shallow plunges massage the swollen tissues.
“I can feel how close you are,” he breathes against my neck. “You get so tight around my dick. So hot and creamy.” He pinches my nipple. “Are you ready to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan.Past ready.
He takes one of my hands in his and moves them between my legs. Then using the pads of our joined fingers he rubs them over my tender C-spot he’d incited so well with his tongue. Together, we make sexy circles, and I control the pressure, giving me just what I need to trip my sexual land mine.
Gasping his name, fiery spasms radiate outward, sweeping across my flesh, shaking me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Mick pulls out and drags me to the floor, where he whips off his shirt and cushions my knees. “I’m going to fuck you hard now.”
“Do it,” I say, eager for more.
