On the Prowl (12 page)

He stood up to remove his clothes and Delaine bolted up in the bed.

“Don’t leave me!” she cried, her eyes full of longing while her body trembled uncontrollably.

For a second he wondered at the panic in her voice and was even more determined she would never have to worry or wonder about his need for her. Before the night was over she would feel beyond cherished. Then again, maybe he’d tell her that he needed her so badly he wanted to lay a hurtin’ on her pussy that would have her begging him to leave her alone. Instead he simply said, “I won’t leave you, baby, but I can’t wait another minute to feel my skin sliding against yours.”

Justin’s gaze never left hers as he peeled his shirt off over his head, exposing the wide planes of his body to Delaine’s hungry gaze. With each movement, her eyes followed the ripple of taut muscle. He’d never been stuck on his physique before, but now he felt a strong sense of pride and prowess as he watched Delaine admire the power of his honed body. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her palms over his large biceps, then across broad sculpted pecs, savoring the feel of the downy soft, reddish-blond hair sprinkled there. Her eyes traveled down his chest to a chiseled, ripped stomach.

He stepped back, made short work of his pants then stood and let Delaine look her fill. He watched her tongue travel across her lush, full lips as she took him in. Her eyes traveled down past his hips and grew wide as she stared at his cock in wonder. It jutted out from his body, huge, jerking with a life of its own. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been this hard. The thick mushroom head was moist and weeping. If he wasn’t beyond ready, his cock certainly was.

“Oh lord,” she gasped, breaking out of the sexual stupor she’d been floating in. “You’re going to kill me with that thing!” Survival instinct kicked in, propelling her body backward so she could scoot away across the bed. Her lust evaporated into uncertainty and more than a bit of fear.

Justin chuckled, but his need didn’t diminish one whit. He grasped his wide base and stroked his length as he stalked toward the bed.

“Don’t worry, beauty. I know what to do with it.” But first he had to get her mind off the size of his cock. He reached out, grabbed her by an ankle and pulled her forward until she sat with her legs spread on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he licked her across the mouth and silently smiled to himself when her eyes fluttered closed and some of the tension leached from her body. His teeth captured her bottom lip and worried it a little before pulling it into his mouth like a ripe piece of juicy fruit. Her arms wrapped around him, breasts writhing flush against his chest.

“Just lie still for me, baby. Close your eyes and let me taste you,” he whispered against her lush mouth.

Delaine looked like she wasn’t sure of what he was talking about, but she let him rearrange her on the bed. Her lashes fluttered closed as he stroked her thighs, encouraging her to ease back on the bed to give him room to kneel on the edge. Pushing her thighs farther apart, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. Then came the hot swipe of his tongue up her swollen cunt.

“Oh lord!” she cried and almost shot straight up off the bed, more than a little self-conscious and obviously glad she’d shaved down there this morning.

He lifted his head long enough to ask, “Hasn’t anyone ever loved you like this, beauty?”

She shook her head dumbly, her breathing sharp as his fingers played with the smooth skin just above her clit. His thumb dipped down and pressed up against the swollen bundle of nerves and her hips jerked forward, eyes closed on a strangled cry.

“Lie back. Relax,” he ordered gently and then dipped his nose into her sex and inhaled. The delicious scent of her tender folds called to his blood until the need to please her as no one else ever had overrode all other desire.

“God, Delaine, you smell so good. Like cinnamon and spice. I need to taste your sweet, pretty pussy.”

He then licked her from the top of her slit to the bottom, smoothing his hands up and down her quivering thighs as he dove headlong. Whipped his tongue across, up, down and inside her until she writhed and cried out in a frenzy of need. He moaned against her and deliberately sent a titillating humming against her clit. But when he sucked the sensitive knot roughly, as deep as he could get it into his mouth, she yelled to the rafters. Delaine grabbed his head between her thighs and bucked wildly, coming long and hard. But Justin didn’t stop lashing her with his tongue, just kept at her until she exploded again.

“See how good you taste, baby,” he whispered, sliding up her body to cover her mouth with his. The taste of herself on his tongue was such a turn-on, she latched onto the talented pink organ, sank her fingers into his hair and sucked his tongue like a piece of candy.

Justin broke the kiss, sat back on his knees and pulled her hips up his thighs to position himself at her entrance. He needed to feel her wrapped around his cock, needed to feel the slick walls of her pussy holding him tight. But first, he needed to hear the words.

“I need to be inside you right now,” he ground out, teasing the head of his throbbing dick against her swollen, slick flesh. “I want to fuck you, Delaine. Now, tell me what you want.”

Instead, she tried to shimmy herself up his legs and impale herself on his hard length.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” his request was a tight-lipped command, barely in check.

“I-I want you.”

“You want me to what?” Her eyes were wide with need, but Justin could see her starting to think. But he didn’t want her to think, he wanted her to feel. Still rubbing himself against her slick heat, he made it very plain what he was after.

“Listen to me, baby. I’m nasty as hell. A total freak. I want to lick, suck and fuck you all night, but I want you right there with me. Hot, creaming and screaming for me. So tell me what you want. I won’t take you until you do.”

Delaine wasn’t sure she liked this kind of control. But maybe it was because her ex had never exerted it? With Justin, it felt right. It blew her mind that she actually wanted to be dominated in the bedroom. She wanted to be ridden hard, taken. By him. But she had to be woman enough, bold enough, to tell him what she wanted.

“I want you to fuck me, Justin. Please, honey,” she whispered. A little unsure but determined, her palm reached out and stroked what she wanted. Her fingers wrapped around his dripping, hard cock. When he moaned and bucked against her hand, she grew a bit more bold. “I want you hard and deep. Fuck me until I’m so hot, my hair is on fire.”

“Guide me in.” Eyes closed, he let her guide him into her hot, soaking wet channel. When the thick, almost purple head of his cock was positioned at her entrance, he flexed his hips and slowly inched his way in. He knew he was big and tried to take his time so he wouldn’t hurt her. His eyes flew open when Delaine raised up on her elbows, put one foot on his chest, the other flat on the bed and pushed forward with all her strength. He slammed home and bumped against the entrance to her womb. They threw their heads back on a unified yell. At this rate, they’d both be hoarse by morning.

He leaned forward until he lay on top of her and then gathered her into his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, he slowly stroked into her as he whispered how beautifully sexy she was. How much he loved being inside her warmth. She moaned non-stop, but he wanted more. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his. He’d never felt this primal with a woman. Tried to rein it in, but after a few moments of gritting his teeth against the urges, he gave up the fight.

On his knees again, he took her with him until only the top of her shoulders were left on the bed. Stomach muscles tightened as he clenched his teeth and withdrew his length until only the head of his cock was in her creamy, moist heat. He pistoned into her but gave her only that little bit. Her hips rose to meet him stroke for stroke, but he wouldn’t give her any more than that.

She’d been so unbelievably full of him, reveled in the deep plunging he’d been giving her. Now he teased her with quick shallow strokes and Delaine was on fire, desperate to have all of him inside her again. She had no shame as she grabbed the sheets and ripped at them with her nails. She yanked and pulled at his body, trying to get more of him. Her head thrashed back and forth and her hair became a wild silky tangle. Every other word from her lips was his name.

Then she begged, and he completely lost it.

“Justin, stop teasing me! Oh, god! Please… please! Give it to me!”

It was over for him. He didn’t need any more encouragement to sink back into her depths. In fact, he couldn’t wait another second. He leaned forward, supported his weight with one arm and held Delaine by the hip with the other until she was tight against his body.

He plowed deeply until he thought he’d see his cock behind her eyes. Damn she was tight, and felt so good, so right as he rode her hard. Sweat poured off him and mingled with hers until he was wet to the scalp with it. He growled, swore, moaned and pumped until his name was one long word out of her mouth.

“JustinJustinJustinJustinJustin!”

He ground down and felt Delaine’s wet heat flutter and tighten around him, milking him as he panted wicked words in her ear.

“Ah, baby, you feel so good. Come for me. Milk my cock and give me that cream.” And she did, tightening almost painfully around him, squeezing then scalding him with her flowing juices. He came with a shout right behind her. His fingers dug into her hips, back arched and head fell back as he let loose inside her. Justin erupted, filling her with his seed until it flowed out of her dripping honey pot and down onto the sheets.

He lay on top of her for long moments and relished the soft stroke of Delaine’s fingers over his back and shoulders. Finally her caress slowed, then stilled. She’d drifted off to sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her body just yet. Carefully positioning her limp form until they lay spoon style, he reached down and pulled the covers up over them and settled down to untangle her beautiful hair with his fingers.

* * * * *

Delaine woke in the middle of the night to the feel of hard, warm male behind her. Tucked underneath a strong chin, solid thighs were pressed behind hers, a well-formed arm thrown over her hip, and her head lay on a thick biceps instead of her pillow. Goodness, she was surrounded by strong man. And she liked it.

Justin tightened his embrace, sighed in his sleep and then eased his hold. She rolled slowly away and got up to go to the bathroom. When she climbed back into bed, she lay on her side for a moment, sorting through her thoughts and everything she’d seen and heard since she’d arrived in Charlotte. In the end, all she could think about was how cold the sheets felt way over on this side of the huge bed. Then she was suddenly surrounded with warmth as Justin encircled her waist and hauled her over to his side. She snuggled close and said one simple word for the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had in her life.

“Wow.”

“Hmmm?” he sighed sleepily.

“Well, I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she muttered sheepishly.

Justin was wide awake now and peered at her through the darkness. “What? You were married for eighteen years, had two kids and the man never made you come?”

She blushed. “Well, Gary wasn’t the most attentive lover. I didn’t know I could do it until you made me tonight.”

Her ex-husband was obviously an idiot. She deserved so much better. Deserved someone attentive, caring. Someone like him. Before he met Delaine, he wouldn’t have entertained these kinds of thoughts to save his life. Settling down wasn’t something he’d planned on, especially in his line of work. But now that he’d talked with her, touched her, these kinds of permanent thoughts felt right. He didn’t even question wanting to be with her. Instead, he kissed the top of her head and nuzzled the back of her neck and shoulders.

She tilted her head to give him better access to the tingly spot he’d found earlier. She took a quick intake of breath when his hand slid up from her hip to caress the underside of her breasts. It amazed her that he instinctively knew what she liked and exactly how she liked it. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers brushed against something that hadn’t been there when she’d fallen asleep. Gingerly she touched six neat fat braids, three on each side of her head. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done. Hot tears pooled behind her eyes and spilled down her cheeks until her shoulders shook with emotion.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?” Alarm seized the inside of Justin’s stomach. He held her tighter, pressing her back tight against his chest. A lump formed in his throat at her wracking sobs. He simply couldn’t bear to hear her cry.

At his soft, caring words, Delaine rolled over and buried her face in his chest and bawled like a baby.

“Please, baby, tell me what’s the matter. I can’t stand to hear you cry,” he said softly into her hair, placing soothing little kisses everywhere his lips could reach.