DivineWeekend (3 page)

“Which nationality impressed you most?”

“Mmm, hard to tell…” Ben said, putting his cup down and
rubbing his bearded chin. “I’d have said Spanish women are among the sultriest
in the world, with their sun-kissed looks and love for partying…” He sighed. “But
Australian, with their button-nose hotness and accents that melt one’s ear…
Well, it’s a hard call. Though Thai women…” Another sigh. “But then I mustn’t
forget the Brazilians. Think Gisele, Adriana…” He stroked his chest and closed
his eyes. “Too hot for words.”

“Okay, okay, I get the message. American women don’t even
make the Top Ten list. Is that it?” Julia said, feeling slightly dejected by
his candid admission that he favored other nationals to American women.

And one American in particular.

No need to get all hot and bothered
.
You asked and
he, well, answered.

He grinned with sinful intent, his brown eyes darkening
mischievously as he tugged her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “Hey, I didn’t
finish the list,” he said, brushing his lips over hers.

“You’ve said enough, thank you very much.”

“No, wait, the best is yet to come.”

She glanced him a look. He was obviously enjoying himself
and she had no choice but to play along with him. “Oh yeah? Who’s next, the
fashionable Italians? Or let me guess…” She pressed her index finger to her
chin and batted her lashes. “The Swedish goddesses?”

He grinned. “Hmm, those weren’t bad either.” He yelped when
she pinched his arm, and she laughed, sounding light and carefree as she came
to realize he’d been teasing her all along.

Ben slid the hand resting on her thigh under the terrycloth
robe he’d lent her, and a shiver of lust rushed through her body. His hand
traveled up until he found her breast and cupped it with great care. His gaze
connected with hers and a slow, sinful grin transformed his entire expression. “I
might have to revise my assessment, though.”

She stared into his eyes, hopelessly lost in the sea of
sensuality she saw shimmering in their depths. She licked her suddenly dry
lips, his seductive comment overloading her senses. “The Japanese?” she asked,
barely managing to get the words out past the lump in her throat.

He tugged at her belt, pulling the robe open, and leisurely
assessed her from the shoulders all the way down to her aquamarine nail polish.
“Japanese, you say?” He shook his head. “Nah, I much prefer full breasts, nice
rounded hips, long, smooth legs…”

Her nipples tightened as if he’d caressed them with more
than just his eyes. A flush covered her face and neck, and warm heat pooled in
her pussy. “I get the point.”

He smiled. “I knew you would,” he murmured, looking smug.

His thumb grazed her stiff crest and her pulse skipped an
erratic beat, and there was nothing she could do to stop the whimpering of need
that escaped her.

“More?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

Her entire body trembled as last night’s images danced
against her closed eyelids. “Y-yes.”

His mouth, open and damp, moved along her cheek to her
arched throat. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured.

Her lashes slowly drifted open. She flattened her hand
against his chest and leisurely dragged her palm down his torso and over his
taut abdomen until she’d circled her fingers around his fierce erection. She
licked her bottom lip with her tongue. “Look who’s happy to see me,” she said
huskily, sassily, just as her hand stroked upward and squeezed the sensitive
tip of his straining shaft.

With a low curse, he grasped her wrist to stop her sensual
assault.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want me, Ben,” she said, pouting.
Her lips brushed his as her thumb slipped over the silky head of his cock in an
erotic caress. With a groan of raw hunger, he buried his hands into her hair
and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss she wholeheartedly welcomed.

“Oh, I want you all right!” he rasped, and to prove the
point he filled her mouth again with the velvet heat of his tongue. Plunging
deep and thrusting hard, the rigid length of his erection rubbing against her
thigh, his hand stroking and kneading her butt, Ben cupped the back of her neck
with his other hand.

She shivered and he gradually eased the kiss. Their gazes
met and held. He slipped his fingers between her legs and her skin quivered,
her breathing deepened and her lips parted with a languorous sigh. He had magic
fingers, and when they toyed with her navel and crawled over her mound, passion
and desire jolted through her, searing her senses with fierce heat and
uncontrollable urges. Her arm tightened around his neck as she brought his head
down for another passionate kiss.

She couldn’t get enough of his sweet taste with a hint of
coffee, or of his fresh male scent direct from the shower. Neither could she
tire from feeling his strong arms around her or the raw emotion his kisses
caused in her. It was all too wonderful, though a threat to her heart, shaking
her resolve to treat their relationship as a casual affair. She ached for him,
a constant affliction since the day she saw him standing tall and gorgeous on
the deck of his boat. Her lips brushed the strong column of his neck while her
thumb slipped over the silky head of his shaft in a slow caress designed to
push him to the point of no return.

With a groan of raw hunger, he ended the kiss and sat her on
his lap, facing away from him, his erection nestled against her bottom, and she
instinctively shimmied back against him. He nudged her legs farther apart with
his hand and slipped his fingers between her folds. Her breath deepened and she
moaned, fast becoming addicted to his magic touch. When he pressed a kiss to
the back of her neck her whole body shuddered with added arousal.

The unwrapping of a condom brought her head around. She
watched him cover himself with practiced precision. She smiled and braced her
hands on his solid thighs as she lifted her ass. Pussy and dick aligned, Julia
eased herself onto his thickness, inch by delicious warm inch, humming while
burying him deep inside her.

“Fuck,” he growled, tightening his arm around her waist, his
lips closing on the hot spot behind her neck, his hand on her breast, tweaking
her nipple. A surge of fresh juice flooded her pussy and she shuddered
uncontrollably by the force of her desire.

Their robes—an encumbrance that limited their movements—were
quickly discarded before he gripped her hips and pressed her down onto his
pulsing cock. She moaned deeply as she wiggled her ass and glided down his
strong rod.

“Ride me,” he urged, his voice deep.

Her hair flipped forward, covering her face as she moved.
With her hands braced on his legs, Julia slid up and down his hard dick,
keeping an even pace.

“I knew you had the moves the minute I saw you on that dance
floor,” Ben whispered in her ear when she leaned against his large torso. “I’ve
wanted to take you home and devour you ever since.”

Wow! How was she supposed to respond to that? She’d been so
sure he had hardly noticed her, busy as he was with Red.

“Hmm…”

He chuckled. “Surprised?”

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’ve only had eyes for you since I got
here.”

“Um…”

“What?” He cupped her chin and turned her face to him. “You
don’t believe me?”

What did it matter if she believed him or not? She was here
now and he was, well, devouring her. She shrugged and tried to turn her face
away but he held fast. “Answer me.” His low, commanding voice sent an
unexpected thrill through her system. Ben was obviously not a man easily
dissuaded from getting what he wanted, and at this moment he wanted an answer.
From her.

“It’s just that you had company that night…”

Understanding flickered in his eyes and he grinned.

Bastard!
She tried once again to escape from his
strong grasp but he tilted her head back and to the side to give his mouth
access to hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a long one, but its impression on
her lasted longer than any one before.

“She was nothing to me but a mere distraction,” he confessed
in a whisper.

What am I, then?
She didn’t have time to dwell on his
meaningbecause when hepressed a finger to her clit, Julia
bucked and whimpered and would have unseated herself if it wasn’t for his
steel-like arm around her waist, anchoring her.

“Shh, stay still,” he commanded in a low voice.

Stay still?
Was he joking? Had he any idea how much
his hand palming her breast excited her as he tweaked her nipple? Or how insane
with need the stroking of her clit made her? And what a thrill it was to feel
his dick deep inside her while the hair on his chest rubbed against her back
and his warm breath teased her neck?
Really!
He’s asking too much
from a girl sex starved for the past two years.

The hell with obeying him. “Mmm…” she moaned deep when he
kissed the side of her neck and she pressed harder against him, her strong
inner muscles gripping his cock like a fist. His groan filled her with added
desire and self-satisfaction. Good, she was glad to know she too could make him
sing.

“You’ve held my desire from the moment I saw you,” he
rasped, grazing his teeth over her shoulder. She reached behind and twined her
fingers in his hair, tilting her head back so that he could lick and nip the
side of her neck. She loved that. Short of licking her clit, kissing her neck
was hands down the most exciting thing a lover could do to her.

She picked up speed and Ben clawed his fingers around her
hips to help set a rhythm. She whimpered from the loss of his touch on her hard
bud but quickly replaced his with her finger, bringing herself rapidly to the
edge. Pressed against him, his hands controlling her movements while his cock
slid in and out of her, she felt completely within his control as he drove them
up near the edge, pulling back just before going over.

“Ben!”

“C’mon, honey, let it go.”

She felt the orgasm coming, tiny tremors in her thighs, toes
curling as she soared into mind-blowing pleasure. “Oh my God, Ben, I’m coming!”
she gasped, clawing his legs.

It seemed her orgasm went on forever before she finally
found the blissful release, moans and whimpers tearing from her throat as Ben
surged and pulsed inside her. She sobbed his name and felt him stiffen,
shouting her name out loud as he emptied himself inside her, thrusting deeper
than she had ever felt before.

* * * * *

Sliding his hands into the softness of her hair, Ben cupped
the back of Julia’s head and brought her lush mouth to his. The pleasure of
holding her sexy body in his arms as he nibbled and sucked on the soft, supple
flesh of her lower lip was so much more than he’d imagined. She tasted like
ripe, juicy cherries, an intoxicating drug to his senses. Her hands slipped to
his shoulders and her lips parted in invitation, a silent plea he eagerly
answered. He deepened the kiss in gradual, tormenting degrees until their
tongues touched and tangled softly. Languidly. Intimately.

Jesus, he was fast becoming addicted. He couldn’t keep his
hands off her. He couldn’t get enough of her no matter how many times they
fucked, and it had been quite a few since bringing her home two nights ago. The
initial one-night stand had turned into a divine weekend of the most
mind-blowing sex marathon of his life, and he wasn’t nearly finished with her
yet. No way was he going to let her go while this fire still raged inside him.

Contrary to his hopes for a dull, not-too-clever woman to satisfy
his horny body, Julia had turned out to be witty and fun. A delight to be with.
She was the full package, and the crazy thing was, in spite of his resistance,
he’d never fallen so fast for anyone before.

Julia clung to him and moaned—a sexy little purr that
vibrated in her throat. He became instantly hard with renewed hunger for her. “You
make me feel eighteen again.” He felt rejuvenated, alive, less cynical and so
very horny.

She closed her hand over the bulge in his pajama pants and
grinned. “You feel eighteen to me.” She slid her hand under the elastic waistband
and held his hard rod triumphantly in her firm grip. Licking her lips in
anticipation, Julia watched it pulse and thicken in her hand. “Shall we put it
to the test?”

His heart sped up at her words. “You certainly know how to
stroke a man’s ego.”

She giggled. “Are you sure you mean ego?”

He chuckled, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. Her body
melted almost instantly in his embrace. He took his time exploring her with his
mouth and hands. When he finally released her they were both panting. “About
that test…”

Julia beamed and the effect of her dazzling smile went right
to his groin. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her bright eyes mirrored the
heated desire pulsing through him. Her voice, all seduction and sexiness,
stunned him when she said, “What are your sexy fantasies, Ben?”

“Fantasies?” he managed to ask evenly, although blood was
pounding in his veins, filling his cock.

To give her credit, she did not cower when her already
flushed skin turned bright red. “You know, tying up, teacher-student,
threesome…” She shrugged. “Dirty sex.”

Holy fuck! This woman was perfect. He’d had a feeling she’d
be receptive to taking a darker turn in her sex life but she had really
surprised him by taking the first step. What a turn-on. He could hardly contain
his enthusiasm. It was not like his mind was frequently occupied with sexual
ideas, but he had a few he’d love to try with Julia if she’d let him, and it
appeared she would. Where to start? He wouldn’t want to scare her with demands
that might make her feel uncomfortable but, damn, if he wasn’t burning up
already.

“I’d like to watch you masturbate.”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “You want a show? Some
home entertainment?” she teased, a little smile playing at the corners of her
lips. “What would you have me do, Ben?” she asked, her eyes steady on his.