Masquerade (11 page)

She walked away from
Tony, hugging herself. “One night, he came home about two in the morning drunker
than ever before. He said he was going to fuck me and fell on top of me, but he
couldn’t
even unzip his pants. I shoved him away.
Told him to sleep it off.”
She shrugged. “He started
screaming at me, calling me a frigid bitch. Drunk as he was, he still managed
to pack a bag and call a cab.”

Beth sighed. “I never saw
him again. He changed jobs.
And
he packed the rest of
his things, along with most of our furniture, while I was at work. Papers
arrived by messenger indicating he had filed for a divorce. I found out later
he moved in with one of his girlfriends.” Her shoulders slumped.

“He’s an idiot, Beth.”

She cringed and Tony knew
he’d
done a shitty job of disguising his anger. He
wanted to hit something and knew she heard it in the harshness of his voice.

“I know,” she said. “He’s
also a huge part of why we couldn’t enjoy sex. Still, his words hurt.”

Anthony pulled her into
his arms. She
couldn’t
possibly believe what that
asshole had called her. “You are an amazing woman, just as amazing as the shy
eighteen year-old you were. Don’t let the words of one jerk affect you.”

Beth tucked her head into
his chest. “It’s hard not to when your husband calls you frigid, especially
when I couldn’t climax.”

He tipped her head up so
she would see the truth in his eyes. “You are a vital, beautiful, hot,
desirable woman, and as far as that climax thing...”

Her eyes widened, and he
could see she was still having trouble believing him. There was only one way to
prove it.

He let a slow, sensual
smile spread across his face. “You know,” he said. “Neither of us
are
married anymore.”

“No.”

“So we’re free to do, and
act, however we want.”

“Y-yes, we are.”

“And
with
whoever
we want.”

He stroked her hair,
loving its softness. He dipped his head, breathing in the fresh scent of her.
He loved that
she’d
kept her hair long. “Wait here,”
he said, settling her on the floor in front of the couch. He headed in the
direction of what must be the bathroom, grabbed her hairbrush, and returned,
sitting on the couch with his legs straddling her.

“What are you doing,
Tony?”

“Shhh.”
He began to stroke the brush through her hair. “Relax.”

“But—”

“No buts.
No talking.
Just enjoy.”

Over
and over
he brushed her hair, his hand following the path of each
stroke. His voice mellow, he talked as he went, almost more to himself than to
her. “You have beautiful hair.
Long and shiny and soft.
So soft.”

He leaned in to smell the
floral fragrance. “I love how it smells, like a field of wildflowers in high
summer. You don’t know how many nights I’ve driven myself crazy thinking I
could smell the scent of you as if you were there in my bed.”

Beth sighed, her head
falling forward as he brushed.

He lifted the hair in a
handheld tail, brushing the ends. “I’ve imagined this hair brushing my chest as
you kissed your way down my body.” He gave a slight tug. “And holding it, like
this, guiding you to take me in your mouth.”

Beth drew a deep breath,
her chest rising in the process. Tony settled her hair over one shoulder and
leaned forward. Her t-shirt was more translucent than solid and the hint of
rose-colored nipples whet an already tortured appetite. He wanted her.
But
he wanted her heart, as well as her body. For the
moment, it was her soul that needed feeding.

He moved his hands along
the smooth column of her neck in a gentle massage. Even this almost innocent
touch made his dick grow. He knew holding off on his own release would be the
toughest thing
he’d
ever done. Tonight
wasn’t
about him, though. He needed Beth to understand just how
desirable she was.

Her shoulders were next.
Tony kneaded the soft skin, smiling when she leaned back against him, giving
him a perfect view of nipples that had pebbled with need. He squirmed to find
room in his slacks for his rock-hard cock.

He turned her head and
kissed her, a slow promise of more to come. When she moaned, he felt sweet pain
thrum through him. She opened her mouth, her arm snaking up to curl into his
hair. He tasted her, his tongue telling her what he would soon be doing.

Anthony cupped her
breasts, pushing them together, loving the feel of them. He broke the kiss. “Your
breasts fit perfectly in my hands.” He ran his thumbs over her responsive
nipples. “Do you see how you react to me?”

When she
didn’t
look down, he nudged her with a shoulder. “I want you
to look. To see how you tighten for me.”

He helped her slide off
the t-shirt, baring her breasts to both their views. His hands cupped her
again, his thumb and forefinger rolling the taut tips. Beth’s chest rose,
begging for more.

He lifted her to his lap,
dipping his head to a creamy breast. Her sharp intake of breath as she arched
into him almost made him come
right then and there
.

Years of waiting, of
longing for her, all rushed straight to Tony’s cock. He needed to be inside her
like
he needed to breathe. He ached, making any
attempt at restraint difficult at best. This was too important to fuck up.

Tony tongued her breasts,
licking and kissing, then swirling a nipple. She leaned back onto the arm of
the couch as he moved to pay the same attention to her other breast.

His hand wandered a path
along her silky skin, and over the
uniform
she still
wore, dipping beneath it to feel, finally, the sweetness that had rocked his
nights. Her panties impeded his exploration, so he broke for a moment. Beth
stood,
watching with hooded eyes as he slowly peeled her
panties down her legs. She hiked her hips to help, and he pulled her back onto
his lap, returning to her breasts, tasting, enticing, making her squirm with
need as his hand began to explore her again.

He smoothed his way down
her leg, then up the inside until his fingers rested on damp hair. “You’re wet
for me.”

His fingers brushed her
clit and she jumped. “Ah, damn, Tony. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” He sucked her
nipple deep into his mouth as he slipped his finger into her. He moved his
thumb in circles around her clit and she began to writhe in his arms. Beth
threw her head back, but Tony nudged her to a sitting position on his lap. “I
want to see you come, baby.
I’ve
waited years for this.
And I want you to see, too.”

“No,” she said, still wriggling
under the onslaught of his attention. “Please, Tony, just let me get off.”

He lifted his finger to
her mouth. “Open, Beth. Taste how sweet you are.”

She opened her mouth
reluctantly, and he slipped his finger inside as she sucked on it. He felt the
twitch in his cock and willed himself to maintain control.

He added a second finger
to the slow movement in her vagina, continuing to rub her clit as he did.
Unable to stop himself, he pulled her breast again into his mouth.

****

Beth
didn’t
know how much more of this she could take. She felt as if the love and lust
inside her was about to explode.

“You are so beautiful,
Beth. I can’t get enough of you.”

With that, he bit lightly
on her nipple and plunged his fingers into her, fast and frenzied, until she
went over the edge. Beth screamed his name as she came in an explosion of
showering light. Still, he moved inside her, touched her core, filling her with
his fingers. Beth had no idea if she came once or multiple times. She only knew
that she rode the clouds for a long time as if years of orgasms funneled into
this one climax.

“Only
for me, my love.
Only for me.”

When he finally pulled
his fingers out of her, it took long moments filled with heavy breaths before
she could answer him. She cuddled on his lap, peppering his face and mouth with
kisses and agreeing.
“Only for you.”
Beth whispered
the words
over and over
.

She squirmed against him,
and his groan made her smile. “What say we move this to the bedroom?”

Tony picked her up in one
fluid motion. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter
Eleven

With infinite care, Tony
laid Beth on the bed, slowly undressing while she watched. She could get used
to having him unclothe in front of her. Beth smiled her best “come hither”
smile. Tony stood frozen, staring at her, and everything stilled. There was no
breath.
No heat or cold.
No time.
Her world reduced to the man who stood beside her bed, his arms loose at his
sides. Naked, magnificent, and better than any dog-eared memory
she’d
painstakingly preserved over the years. The two times
they had been together prior to this had been hasty rendezvous’ in shadowed
places.
Glorious, furious sex that she very much wanted to
duplicate.

Intense eyes watched her
as she wandered the lines of his body.
Lips that had just
brought her so much pleasure.
Shoulders
she’d
seen at the club, but now held a proprietary interest in. They were wide and
muscled, but not garish like some body-builders who took it too far. Strong
hands and, she glanced toward the living room
they’d
just come from, well-honed fingers that could rock her world.

Tony’s chest had a
smattering of dark hair, just enough for a woman to run her fingers through.
His nipples were tight tips, and she ached to touch them, to see if he would
quiver
like
she did at every contact. His torso angled
down, and she followed the faint line of hair past defined abs, down to strong
legs and the dark, curly hair that surrounded a cock twitching with anticipation.

Beth licked her lips and
Tony grinned. “See something you like?”

Afraid to break the
moment’s spell, Beth kept her breath slow and precise. “Oh, yes,” she said.
“Most definitely.”
She held out her arms and Tony’s grin
widened as he joined her on the bed. He lay down and pulled her into his arms,
but she held him off. “I’ve waited too many years to see if real life was as
good as the dream.” She straddled him, settling her wet cunt at the head of his
penis, just close enough to drive him mad, if his quick intake of breath was
any indication.

“How am I holding up
against the dream so far?”

She ran her hands through
the hair on his chest and sighed.
“So much better than my
imagination.”
She scraped a nail over a nipple, and his muscles rippled
in response. It was a heady feeling, that she could draw this reaction from
him.

“I can see by that
fuck-me smile of yours that you’re enjoying this,” he said.

She leaned in and grazed
him with nipples that ached for his touch. She feathered his mouth with hers
before running her tongue over his lower lip. “You taste good.”

“I get better with each
bite,” he answered.

“We’ll just see about
that.”

Beth kissed his chin,
then
slid her tongue along his jawline and down his neck, to
that most fragile spot at the base of his throat. She dipped her tongue in the
hollow and cocked her head.

“Hmmm.
I’m
just not sure yet. I think I’ll have to keep
sampling.”

Tony clasped his hands
underneath his head. The movement thrust his hips in tighter to her and Beth
sucked in a breath of her own. His smile had the edge of a challenge to it and
she took the dare, returning to her work. Her hair fell around her as she
kissed her way across pecs shuddering beneath her hands and mouth. When she
drew his nipple into her mouth, he gasped.

“Damn, woman. I think you’re
going to kill me.”

“Shhh. Working here,” she
mumbled with his tight nub between her teeth. She moved across his chest,
circling his other nipple with her tongue. His breathing had grown as ragged as
hers.

Beth
lay
her head on his chest. His rapid heartbeat mirrored
her own
.
Then she sat up and shimmied lower, settling over his legs as her hands wandered
across his stomach. A rose-tinted fingernail followed the line of hair down to
the base of his cock, then up the ridge to trap the drop of pre-cum that waited
for her there.

She watched him as she
raised the finger to her mouth and sucked it in. His eyes darkened with a need
that said she
wouldn’t
be able to hold him off for
long.

“I do believe,” she said,
closing her eyes in ecstasy, “that you are right, Anthony.”

His voice was a whisper.
“About what?”

She licked her finger
until it was beyond clean. “You do taste better the further I go.”

“God, woman,” he groaned.
“I don’t know how much more I can—Fuck!”

****

Tony hollered the word as
she wrapped her mouth around him, drawing him in until he swore he could feel
the back of her throat.

“Where the hell,” he
rasped the words, “did you learn that?”

She chuckled with him
still in her mouth, and he felt the vibration rocket through his cock to his
very core. He shuddered and she backed off.

“Oh,
no, cowboy.
Not yet.
I want you in me when you
come.”

“I don’t know how long I
can last, Beth.”
She’d
drawn him back into her mouth,
moving up and down, her tongue hitting every fucking erogenous zone in his cock.