Immortal Healer (16 page)

She whimpered and cried out with every new touch, and as her stomach muscles started to ripple and quiver, he moaned against her pussy. The vibration of his warm deep masculine groan intensified the already building need for release. Every orgasm she’d ever experienced had been at her own hands, and they all paled in comparison to the driving powerful force that coursed from her every nerve ending to that one incredible spot between her legs.

When it hit, she cried loudly and pulled harshly on the slat of his headboard as it creaked at the force. His tongue continued to stroke as she convulsed, and one torrent of pleasure after another pulsed through her. She was left gasping and sucking in calming breaths as he climbed up her body.

His lips found hers, and she tasted herself with every soft smack of their kisses. He trailed his mouth to her ear, nibbling lightly along the lobe as an electric wave of arousal ran from her head to her toes. “I’ve wanted to taste the delicious flavor of your arousal for so very fucking long. God, that was incredible.” His words were spoken quietly and sent another wave of need through her. She’d never experienced anything like what he’d just shown her.

“Can I do that to you too?” She was panting. His mouth was still at her ear, and she took advantage of the fact he couldn’t see her as she spoke.

He let her keep her cover when he whispered in her ear. “I will dream of it until it happens, but it’s not going to be tonight. You will leave me useless after twenty years without this, and I’m barely holding it together as it is.” She could feel his lips smiling as they nuzzled in below her ear. She was barely holding it together herself.

When she reached to stroke the length of his arousal again, he didn’t stop her, but he did pull from her neck, and with a feigned exasperated sigh, he shook his head. “Do you have some problem with my coming inside your pussy?”

She cocked her head even as a furiously burning blush hit her cheeks at his blatant words. “I’m sorry?”

“Well you seem determined to make me come before I even have a chance to get inside your body. And I so want to leave my cum inside you.” He winked, she melted.

She had absolutely no problem with that, and though she still couldn’t quite fathom how she’d so easily put away her fear of this, there was no denying it was locked and stowed safely away. She nodded her head. It wasn’t in answer to anything other than her own commitment to what she was going to allow this incredible man to do to her. He seemed to understand what she was saying, even though she’d spoken no words, as he nudged her knees out wide with his, and she pulled her hand from his rigid intimidating girth.

She may not be a virgin, but she certainly felt like one as her heart started to flutter. She was trembling and had a hard time even looking at him. Mason had never fucked her facing her. He wasn’t concerned about anything except what entry he was abusing and how much he could make her cry. But this man couldn’t seem to get enough of her eyes. He watched her closely, and feeling his cock hard between the lips of her vagina while his eyes studied her was likely the most intimate thing she would ever experience in her life. He was so close to taking over her body, and her heart thudded in anticipation.

Her eyes shifted from his as her nerves overtook her, he reached to her chin, pulling her face up to look at him, not letting her escape. And thank God for it. The tremor disappeared, her heart slowed, and panic faded as she took in the strong confident face that studied her calmly. She nodded again, and he did as well before dropping his hand from her chin and reaching between their bodies to guide the head of his cock to her entry. She could feel it gliding gently as he rubbed his cockhead through the slippery wetness of her sex. Every pass over her clit sent a shudder of need through her, and by the time he nudged gently at her opening, she was more than ready.

His nudge became an insistent, slow, steady push as his penetration moved past her lips and into her tight sheath. She groaned at the stretching, and he groaned in response to her. He moved with a slow deliberate stroke, though the quiet “fuck” muttered under his breath followed by a more desperate “oh, fuck, Abby” left no question it was a struggle. His features were pinched, and his brow furrowed as he watched her. She could feel the soft wet skin of her sheath giving way as he pushed farther and farther to her depths, and the stretching intense pain built as he went deeper and deeper into her body.

He hit her depths, and she cried out. There, he paused, watching. He was patient, but the strained and desperate muscles of his face told a different story. She knew what he wanted to do, but he was worried about her. She didn’t need his worry, knowing just how incapable this man was of hurting her. When he pulled from her, it was to sink back in slowly again, and when she leaned up to his ear, it was to give him the permission he needed. “You won’t hurt me. I promise.” He watched her for a moment, contemplating. And then he pulled out of her and thrust swiftly and powerfully back to her depths.

She gripped his lower back, pulling him hard into her, and he leaned into her as he started pushing deep into her body. The pain was present, but it was enticing, and every time he pulled from her, she was ready for him to fill her with himself again. The force behind his thrusts built to a harsh pace, and she held tight to him, gripping his tense and strong bottom as he started pounding. She loved the deep powerful strokes, and the sound of his groans as his release built was mesmerizing. She focused on his face, letting her own arousal build as she watched his neck strain in need.

The desire etched into his desperate expression drove her desire to a pulsing, building need that left her pushing her hips up to meet his every thrust. It forced him deeper, and his mouth dropped open as his eyes flashed to hers in worry, but there was no stopping their pace, and as he plunged, she bucked and thrust against him, mewling out her own desperate pleading need.

She grunted out her release as her nails dug into his buttocks. When he cried out loudly, she forced her grip to loosen, and he smirked at her as he jolted their bodies forward hard with one final deep thrust. His neck strained as his cock spasmed within her, and she watched his eyelids flutter for a moment as her own release finally ebbed. She was left inhaling deep and sighing long as she watched his teeth grit and felt his stomach muscles tighten and release over and over with the pulsing of his cock.

When he looked down to her, his lip pulled up in a seductive smile that left her sore and distended sheath flinching and gripping. He groaned in response, and she chuckled quietly beneath him. His mouth found hers, and he pulled her lower lip between his, pulling and tugging gently on her mouth before letting it go. “You can’t believe how warm and tight you feel around my cock. Incredible.” She tightened again in response to another wave of pleasure, and he hummed in response as he nuzzled into her neck. Incredible was right.

Chapter 16

By the time he pulled from her body, he was already hard again. Apparently twenty years had left him mildly insatiable, and as he flopped down beside her, he propped himself up on one elbow as he chuckled at just how pathetic his penis was in her presence. She smiled her sweet precious smile that showed her nervousness but showed her intrigue just as much. Then it hit him, the very subtle scent of blood. It wasn’t much, but it dashed any chance his penis would be having his way with her again tonight. She must be sore, and he trailed his cool fingers down her stomach to cup her sex. He slipped his third and fourth fingers between the lips of her vagina, holding them along the length of her cleft and soothing her soreness with his cool touch.

She sighed and closed her eyes at the touch, and he watched her peaceful and content face. It was hard to imagine what kind of trust it took for her to so completely give herself to him, and it left his soul soaring just as much as his cock was. When her eyes opened again, she found his eyes and bit her lip. She looked nervous, shy, incredibly unsure, but she reached her arm up to support her head on her forearm and watch him. That’s when he caught sight of the bruise. It was large, and he’d not seen it before. He pulled his hand from her, and as he reached for the bruise on her arm, she watched him. He stroked the smooth skin of her arm, and she exhaled deeply.

“Come.”

He pulled her up from the bed naked with only the soft lamp beside the bed illuminating them and the large full moon outside. He grabbed two blankets from the armoire in the room, and then he took her hand and pulled her out through the French doors. He led her down the paving stone path to the wooden flight of steps that took them from the top of the bluff to the beach below. There were two Adirondack chairs and a fire pit at the base of the stairs, and the bluffs surrounded the chairs and fire pit in a large semi-circle that provided a private expanse of beach.

He laid the blankets out on the sand, and she lay down on her stomach, following him with her eyes. He left her to grab some firewood from the wood pile, a couple of pillows and a large down comforter. Her eyes found his naked body again as he arranged the fire wood, stuffed the kindling and struck a match to light it. The moment the fire sparked, he could see the light of the flames flickering deliciously across the smooth young skin of her figure. She was laid out beautifully on the blanket, and all he wanted to do was to get back to her.

He smiled as he dropped down onto the blanket with her, and when he lay beside her, he curled himself around her, pulling the blanket over them. “Looking at something?” He was taunting her for staring.

“Just you.”

He hummed as he brushed his lips over her temple. It was a warm night with a large moon that illuminated the water beyond. Nothing but the crackling fire, and the gently waves could be heard from their warm cocoon.

“What if the crabs try to eat us?” He couldn’t help but smile at her.

“I won’t let them eat you. Now get some sleep.”

“I’m starting to think you enjoy being outside. The Hatch, the beach, the park…”

“I do. And I love being here with you.” He listened as she drifted off to sleep slowly. He loved his quiet and private beach house, and he especially loved her place in it. It was peaceful, as peaceful and quiet as his life felt at the moment. He’d just made love to the most incredible woman he’d ever met. She was in his arms where she belonged, and no one was going to haul her off to jail and away from him. He was a happy, happy man.

Chapter 17

All he could see of her was her feet under the dressing room curtain, and it was mildly infuriating knowing she was in there naked, and he was standing outside stupidly. He’d tried to convince her skinny dipping would be a fabulous idea, but she just wouldn’t bite. A quick car ride later, and they were at a local shop. He was itching to get her into the water. He loved to swim, and since he was quite sure he loved her too, it seemed a most enjoyable way to spend the evening.

They had spent the day together inside. She could certainly do with a dose of sun, but she seemed intent on staying in with him. She watched TV for a while as he read, they played cards, and she ate. It was the perfect comfortable day that afforded him hours to watch her.

Now, he was ready to be outside. The sun had started to set, and it wouldn’t be long before he could comfortably be out for the rest of the evening. If he could just get her into a damn swimsuit.

“What time do we have to leave tomorrow?” She was hollering from the dressing room of the nearly deserted little shop, and he wasted no time taking advantage of the opportunity.

He slipped past the curtain, finding her topless and with the bottoms pushed down to her thighs. “I’m sorry? I couldn’t hear you.” He was smirking.

“I could have said that from 500 feet away, and you would have heard me. You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not at all actually, but I
am
lying a little if that’s what you’re implying. But now that I’m here…” He pulled her into his arms, pushing the bottoms down to drop at her feet. “We either need to leave early before the sun is up or late after the sun starts setting. I’m thinking early, not that I want to leave yet, but you have to be at the hospital for the program fairly early on Monday, and you may want to relax tomorrow night rather than drive.”

His hand moved to palm the smooth skin of her sex. “This wasn’t the fashion when I was last with a woman.” He wasn’t trying to be offensive, but her brow flinched.

“You don’t like it?” She sounded momentarily hurt.

“That’s not what I meant. I love it, in fact. Seeing every last ounce of your skin is quite a thing, and I’d have you no other way.”

“Mason never let me shave. He enjoyed pulling my pubic hair out just to torture me too much.” Her face dropped, and she shook her head the moment she said the words. “Sorry. Buzz kill.” Her words were quiet.

“Not at all. It just makes me want to kill someone who’s already dead, that’s all.” He dropped his head to her shoulder, nuzzling into her neck as his palm gently glided over her skin. It was true, what he’d said. It was one of the most infuriating things in the world not being able to torture the man to death.

“Ahem! Ahem! You can’t both be in there.”

Shit
. His brows shot up mockingly as he looked to Abigail’s eyes before he turned to leave. “My apologies.” He nodded to the shop clerk as he stepped out from the dressing room, leaving Abigail to dress. The shop clerk eyeballed him like he was a monster for the remainder of their time there.

They quickly packed a small bag to take down to the beach with them when they returned. He watched her untie the sarong from her waist and drop it on a chair, and he followed her down to the water’s edge. When her eyes landed on his body, he watched her gaze rake over his skin, and she turned from him quickly as a blush crept into her cheeks. He chuckled and pulled her into his arms.