My Heart's Passion (6 page)

“Let me guess. You’re also not opposed to a nooner now and then, or maybe middle of the afternoon perhaps?”

Chloe tried hard not to blush. “And how about you, Mr. Stud Muffin? Or maybe we should say when
isn’
t your favorite time?”

Samuel’s grin was slightly feral in its intensity. “Damn straight. With the right woman,
any
time is my favorite. There’s nothing in that to be ashamed of. That’s how you really feel, isn’t it, little girl?”

Chloe nodded curtly, not knowing why it felt weird to admit it. She kept her eyes away from Samuel and reached forward to pick up her glass of wine.

“I guess so. I suppose I’d never really thought about it. With the right person it doesn’t seem to matter what time it is when you get together, the sex is always good and always welcome. I think women are just expected to not want it all the time. Men can be a bit weird about that.”

“Weird how?” Samuel also picked up his glass of wine, content to continue the conversation.

Chloe thought for a moment before she spoke. “Well, if a man is horny all the time, that’s just expected. Men think about sex all the time, men want sex all the time. It’s a fact of life and no one thinks they’re strange if they admit to such. But for a woman, we’re supposed to be…I don’t know…more restrained, purer than that somehow. We’re not supposed to daydream about sex all the time, or feel horny all the time. Women who do, throughout the ages, have been thought of as whores or sluts.”

Chloe took a sip of her wine, watching Samuel digest what she had said.

“To a degree, yes, I think you’re right. But I also think you’d be surprised at how many men would love to be with a woman who enjoys her sexuality, who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Sexually, there are few things that are a greater turn-on to a man than a woman who would whisper in his ear naughty things she wants to do, and then proceeds to do them to herself or him.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Chloe looked at him and realized he had a raging hard-on from their conversation.

She smiled. “I can see that it’s one of your fantasies, anyway.”

He smiled at her. “Chloe, it’s not the thought of just anyone whispering naughty suggestions that’s giving me this boner—it’s the thought of what sort of naughty things
you
would whisper in my ear.”

Startled, Chloe took another sip of wine to give her hands something to do. Before she could stop herself, she imagined some of the things she might whisper in his ear. She had always wanted to wear a dress with no panties on underneath, go out to dinner and casually whisper the secret into her partner’s ear. Watch the reaction she received.

Or maybe whisper her fantasy of being taken hard and fast as soon as she and her partner entered her small apartment after a night out somewhere. That thought immediately brought back her fantasy and enjoyment of quickies up against the wall.

Strange how things tended to click together after a drink or two of wine, she silently laughed at herself.

Forcing her mind away from her heated fantasies, she reminded herself that a few nights with this man could be a dangerous game to play.

Clearing her throat, trying desperately hard not to squirm in her seat to relieve the wet ache between her legs, Chloe tried forcing her mind back to the
game
they were playing.
Sha
rply realizing her turn had come again, Chloe leaned forward to take yet another card from the box.

 Chapter Seven

Samuel casually crossed one large leg up over the other in a vain attempt to hide his incredibly hard cock.

Chloe might be young when compared to his years, but her package sure packed a wallop. She was the perfect height for him, five-eight to his six-four, slim but curvy in all the required places. Not for the first time today, he wondered if it was genius or self-inflicted torture playing this game of cat and mouse with her.

He had never found himself particularly confused when contemplating the opposite sex. Either he wanted to bed them, and proceeded to do so to both party’s mutual satisfaction, or he felt more a friendship bond rather than a sexual one, as he did with his few female friends and his sisters-in-law.

His uneasiness with Chloe, he was almost certain now, stemmed from the fact she didn’t fit neatly in either box in his mind. He felt a sexual attraction to her, got a raging boner when he thought too much of her or found himself in her presence.

Yet, he also felt the softer, more friendship-based feelings he felt for his sisters-in-law. He felt both styles of emotion when in her presence, and this confused him and made him hesitate to either become close friends with her, or drag her to the nearest bed-like piece of furniture and fuck her senseless.

In some respects, this card game was perfect for him. He hoped he could decide through the sharing of small intimacies and confidences whether he wanted a friendship-based relationship with Chloe or a sexually based one.

His mind shied away from a deep enough relationship where they would be both friends
and
lovers. Treading down that path would ultimately only hurt both himself and Chloe, and he had no wish to hurt her. Fuck her ‘til they both dropped from sated exhaustion, yes, but hurt her, no.

Samuel realized Chloe had been staring at her particular card for a few minutes now. Lost in his own thoughts as he had been, he hadn’t noticed the passing of time.

“What is it? Come on, don’t kill me with the suspense.”

He watched her shift uncomfortably. She shifted her legs underneath her and finally looked up from the small card.

“Describe one of your favorite fantasies.”

Samuel grinned. He had checked with Dominic before he and Mary had left that there wasn’t anything
too
personal on the cards. His brother had grinned in that charming manner that used to have women falling at his feet, and declared some of them came close to too personal, but nothing he hadn’t been able to handle.

Samuel had grinned back at his brother, determined to pick up the gauntlet that had been thrown down.

Samuel smiled into Chloe’s slightly worried eyes, sat back, and closed his own eyes. He tried to clear his mind—to picture a favorite fantasy—but nothing sprang to mind.

He had a zillion fantasies, but he wanted a special one for Chloe. Thinking of her, picturing her naked and waiting for him, a scene began to form in his mind. He spoke aloud as the scene unfolded.

“I’m naked and lying back on something soft. Bed, couch, rug—it doesn’t matter what it is. My fantasy woman kisses me, and I hungrily kiss her back, gently biting her soft lips.”

With his eyes closed, Samuel could mentally see Chloe kissing him. He could feel himself tasting her soft, full lower lip. He tried not to groan and shifted in his chair.

“She pulls back, and with lots of skin-on-skin contact, she strings kisses down my chest, arrowing downwards.” Samuel built the fantasy in his mind. He pictured Chloe kissing her way down his chest, wet kisses, nibbling, taking her time and enjoying the process.

“My fantasy woman takes her time, draws out the moment. I think we’re in firelight; I enjoy the glow of the crackling flames shedding light on her brown hair. She nibbles me and kisses me. She works her way down my chest until she reaches my cock.”

Pausing for a moment, eyes still closed, Samuel imagined what it would feel like to have Chloe pause for a similar moment as her chin lightly grazed his hugely erect staff.

It would be painful ecstasy. Samuel cracked one eye open, gazed over at Chloe, still sitting with her legs crossed under her. Her eyes were wide and slightly glazed. Obviously she, too, was picturing what his fantasy would be like.

Before he could lose the moment, Samuel re-closed his eyes, delving back into the fantasy that was quickly becoming his favorite.

“She teases me a moment, but not for long. Before I need to guide her with my hand, she lowers her head and takes the whole head of my cock into her mouth. She’s warm, wet. I imagine it’s her pussy she’s taking me into.

“Without real thought, I tilt my hips and try to get more of myself inside her. I can’t help it. The soft inner walls of her mouth are so wet and sucking on me. Her tongue flicks out and creates an electric reaction through me. I feel it arc from my toes all the way up through my cock. The tight contractions of her mouth as she sucks me harder drive me wild. I can feel the heat and urgency mount inside me, filling my whole body with the need to draw her closer and ram deep inside her.

“It starts in my balls. I can feel them tighten and rise up in a salute to the woman. But soon the heat and energy course through my iron-hard shaft. Next thing the heat and urgency are in my belly, twisting and causing me to moan, to thrust myself harder and deeper into her. I can’t get enough of her wet heat, I feel the urgency grow and grow.

“Thankfully, she relaxes her throat and accepts me, accepts my desires and needs, and embraces me. The strange thing is, the more she accepts and embraces me, the more I want and need her. The more urgently the demands of my body rage.

“I can feel myself climbing up the peak with startling haste. The fire in my balls and stomach rages hotter. I start to pump faster and deeper. I start to cry out, any release to keep the pleasant pressure in my balls intact.

“When my cries hit a certain note, my fantasy woman knows I’m about to explode. She pulls her mouth away from me, and the cold, the loss, the emptiness is like a bucket of ice water. This time I cry out in loss and devastation.

“Before I can do anything, she has straddled me and is plunging her cunt deep, deep down onto me. My back arches with the fiery pleasure. I can barely believe the change from pain and loneliness to warmth and the close embrace in such a blink of an eye.

“I crack my eyes open, to stare at the beautiful creature riding me, taking her own pleasure and giving me so much. She rides me, hard and fast. It’s exactly what I need right now. No gentle caresses, no teasing bites. Just hard, raw, deep fucking. Within seconds all the heat and fire is back inside me. My balls are so tight I think they’re going to explode. The fiery pain is in my stomach and my cock is as hard as iron. I can feel the beginning trembles, the shakes that indicate I’m about to explode.

“I warn the fantasy woman, I tell her something to indicate I’m about to explode. Just like with her mouth and her body, she embraces my passions, my wild side. She simply keeps on thrusting down on me, over and over, pushing me beyond control and over the edge.

“I come inside her like a geyser. Pumping load after load of my seed inside her, I bathe her insides with my essence. Shouting my joy and grasping her hips to get even deeper inside her, I hold her tightly so she can’t move, can’t escape me or my passion.

“Coming for a man is intense. It’s this huge release of pressure, both in the body and mind. For a moment, after you’ve shot your seed deep inside your chosen woman, you feel lightheaded and like the king of the world. And then you feel deflated and empty. That’s why many men don’t mind a bit of cuddling after exploding inside a woman. It lets us regroup. I pull my fantasy woman close to me. Hug her close for the warmth of her skin, massaging her back, smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

“It’s only then that I realize my woman didn’t come. As I stroke her back and nuzzle her curls, I feel a much more lethargic sort of passion fill me. It’s that satisfied sort of passion. Not as urgent, not as primal. Now the most urgent part of my own lust has so kindly been taken care of, it’s only fair I return the favor to my magnificent fantasy woman.

“I flip her onto her back and spread her lusciously long legs wide, wide apart. I see that her light brown fur down there is trimmed, but not fully shaven. I
love
a woman who is trimmed. The delicate pink of her clit draws me to her. I bend down and start to lave and suck at her erect clit.”

Samuel, now onto the second part of his fantasy, wanted to see Chloe’s reaction. He had deliberately described himself coming first, even though he rarely let it happen in reality. He knew when it came to Chloe, she would hold out on the sexual side of their relationship as long as possible. So by the time they finally came around to fucking, more than likely he would be so desperate to come inside her, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He was not a selfish man, almost always he was more concerned his partner find sexual satisfaction over his own. Yet with Chloe, he knew he would need to get some of his own pent-up lust sated, even in a fantasy, before he could try to seduce Chloe with a clear mind and willing body.

Looking over at the object of his fantasy, he smiled in masculine satisfaction to see her eyes were dilated and a delicate flush had crept up her face as she became more and more involved in his fantasy.

“I lick and suck her to my heart’s content, thrusting my fingers inside her. I have three, or maybe even four fingers curved and fluted inside her so they stretch her to capacity. I continue to tease her and pump her until she screams and begs and drags me so close to her core we smash together in that wet, sucking way only oral sex produces. With my face pressed against her clit and my fingers soaked, covered in her juices and the remnants of my own seed, I finally so-gently bite down on her clit. The pain mixed with the pleasure forces her over the brink of climax, and I return my thanks to her for the incredible joy she has given me.”