Scarlet Fever - Hill Country 2 (12 page)

‘Please God, don’t let me disappoint him,’ she thought.

They had dressed up for each other.
 
He wore all black; black slacks, black dress shirt, no tie – but with that golden hair, he was a walking dream.
 
She didn’t have any real finery, but what she had, she wore well.
 
It felt like silk, but it wasn’t; a full red tiered skirt and a long-sleeve red peasant blouse.
 
Not overtly sexy, but it clung in all the right places, making Scarlet look like a wanton, exotic Gypsy.
 
Her hair was down, just like he had envisioned it, and when he laid her down on the rug in front of the warm fire, she thought she would pass out from sheer happiness.

“You don’t have a bra on.”
 
The sight of her aroused little nipples had tortured him all during their meal.
 
Now, he was almost ready to touch them, and his fingers were tingling in anticipation.
 

“That’s a spot we should probably skip.”
 
Alex stretched out next to her and they lay face to face.
 
He pushed her hair over her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.
 

“I don’t like to skip anything.
 
I’m much too thorough.”
 
His fingertips began reading her face as if the secrets of the universe were written there in Braille.
 
Light, soft, gentle touches.
 
“You are so beautiful.
 
I’ll never get tired of looking at your face.”

Before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes; his words touched her heart in ways that she had never conceived.
 
“What’s this?”
 
He kissed the tears away.
 
“No, no, babe.
 
No crying, not tonight.”
 

“You are so sweet, Alex.
 
So sweet, to do this for me.
 
I’ll never be able to repay you.”

Her voice caught on the tears, cracking just enough so that he knew how close she was to falling apart in front of him.
 
He wanted her to come apart, but not from tears – he wanted her to fly apart in rapture.

“Honey, this is for you.
 
I can’t deny that.
 
But not
just
for you.”
 
He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbled on it and then sucked it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.
 
Her top lip got the same attention; and by the time he was finished, she was kissing every part of his mouth that she could.
 
Little whimpers of need bubbled up from her throat and he captured each one reverently, his tongue mating with hers in a dance of desire.
 
“This is for
me
, sweetheart.
 
I want you so much.
 
Put your hand down between us and feel my hunger for you.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.
 
Unladylike it might be, but she had dreamed of getting her mitts on his manhood.
 
There were two layers of cloth between her hands and his cock, but the cotton and the linen could not mask either the size, or the heat of the beast that she grasped.
 
He was longer than the length of her palm, a lot longer.
 
And almost as wide.
 
How she would ever be able to take him inside of her was a mystery, but one she was anxious to delve into.
 
She let her palm make itself at home on the steel-hard ridge, riding a little up and down it as she held her breath with excitement.
 
“Does that feel like I’m an unwilling participant?”
 
He pushed himself into her hand, moaning his encouragement at her first forays into pleasuring him.
 

“Can I mark you, baby?
 
Somewhere, that only my eyes will see?”
 
He asked this as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat.
 
She nodded her assent, words beyond her ability at the moment.
 
Pulling the ties that held the neck of her blouse in place, he loosened them, pushing her top off of her shoulders.
 
The soft skin of her neck, shoulders and upper chest were exposed for his viewing pleasure.
 
“Right here.”
 
He touched the soft swell of her upper breast.
 
“Can I mark you here?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.
 
She felt his teeth and lips caress an area so close to her areola that she trembled with need.
 
The sweet suction that he applied to her flesh caused her womb to contract.
 
“Let’s take off your blouse, doll.”
 

Alex eased the blouse on down, but she caught it with both hands, holding the material in place over her breasts.
 
“They’re too small; you’re going to be disappointed,” she whispered almost shamefully.

“Oh, Scarlet, my love.
 
I know exactly how big your breasts are, and their shape.
 
I’ve undressed you with my eyes every time I look at you.
 
The first day that you were here, I couldn’t take my eyes off that little pink camisole you were wearing.
 
Every time you turned a certain way, I got a glimpse of the sweetest pink nipples that I have ever had the pleasure to see.
 
I can’t wait to see you naked; I’m literally trembling with the need to caress your breasts.”
 
There was a lamp on in the corner of the room, but he could clearly see her face in the firelight.
 
Slowly, she removed her hands so Alex could lower her shirt.
 
She closed her eyes, dreading to see the look on his face when he first beheld their diminutive size.

She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him.
 
She heard a harsh intake of breath and then a low, appreciative groan.
 
“Dear God, baby.
 
You’re perfect.”
 
Scarlet felt his hands cover her, molding and shaping her breasts in the palms of his hands.
 
Unbelievable sensations began to build; she had no idea at the joy that could be experienced from a man’s simple touch.
 
“Open your eyes baby, watch me worship you.”
 
Slowly, she did as he asked.
 
The extreme pleasure that she was feeling seemed to slow time to a crawl.
 
What she saw took her breath away.
 
His expression was so intense, his eyes so loving.
 
It was apparent that he was experiencing as much excitement from touching her as she was from being touched.
 
An unexpected groan escaped her lips as he pulled on her nipples, milking them, rolling them between his fingers.
 

“Alex, honey, that feels . . . . . .”
 
Scarlet cried out as bliss washed over her.
 
When Alex took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle, she nearly fainted from the pleasure.
 
The sight of him as he feasted at her breast turned her world upside down.

He tongued her, swirling around her ultra sensitive tips.
 
He laved her, providing just enough friction to cause her hips to buck.
 
When he opened his mouth wide enough to swallow her whole – she thought she would die.
 
“Alex . . . . .something’s happening, love.
 
No, I don’t want it to be over so soon.”
  

Her back arched off the floor, pushing her breasts farther into his face.
 
He sucked hard, grunting his excitement with every pull.
 
He felt her muscles tense and knew that she was close to an orgasm.
 
Pulling back, he led her to rapture.
 
“This is just the beginning, baby.
 
We’ve got all night.
 
Let go, love.
 
Let go.
 
I’ll catch you,” he whispered to her tenderly.
 
He placed one hand between her legs.
 
One touch was all it took and she shattered into a million shards of light.
 
Cries of unexpected delight filled the room.
 
Alex held her close until she stopped quivering.
 
Then, she shocked him.

Scarlet pushed on his shoulders, until he lay flat.
 
Rolling over on top of him, she framed his face, fisted her hands in those fat, golden curls and began to rain kisses all over his face.
 
“Thank you.
 
Thank you.
 
Thank you.
 
That was more wonderful that I ever imagined.”
 
Placing her hand on the massive evidence of his need, she looked him straight in the eye and asked in a sultry little voice.
 
“Now, what can I do for you?”
 

♥ ~
Chapter IV
~ ♥

“What can you do for me?” he repeated her question.
 
Standing, he pulled her to her feet.
 
“You can go to bed with me.
 
You can let me love you all night long.
 
That’s what you can do for me.”
 
He led her to the Master bedroom.
 
A room, while large, what almost completely dominated by the massive bed.
 
Candles were lit, and Alex had strewn rose petals all over the black satin sheets.

“Alex, this is . . . .”
 
Scarlet stopped talking.
 
She hung her head for a moment, seeking composure.
 
“I never expected anything like this, not in a million years.
 
You’re so good to me.”

“Baby, you’re easy to be good to.”
 
He began to unzip her skirt.
 
“Let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes.”
 
She followed his lead and began to unbutton his shirt, and then unzip his pants.

Looking up into his eyes, she took his breath away.
 
“This is going to be wonderful isn’t it?”

“Yes, baby, it is.”
 
Naked, he stretched out on the bed, pulling her down with him.
 
“I know you’re ready for me, but I’m going to feel, just to be sure.
 
OK?”
 
She lay beside him, completely trusting.
 
He parted her legs, then slipped his hand into her tender pussy.
 
She was hot and wet; as eager for him as he was for her.
 
“Scarlet, you are so responsive.
 
I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside of you.”
 

“I want you, Alex.
 
I want you.
 
Please, take me.
 
Don‘t make me wait.”
 
She didn’t have to ask twice.
 
He began to sheathe himself with a condom.
 
She stopped him.
 
“I’ve been on the pill for years, please let me feel all of you.
 
Just once.”
 
Putting the condom aside, he rose over her.
 
Alex felt overwhelmed.
 
This would be a first for him, also.
 
He had never been inside of a woman without a condom.
 
He felt like a virgin.
 

He stilled.

That’s what she was.

Taking the greatest of care, he opened her labia, caressing the delicate pink folds.
 
Scarlet shuddered in anticipation.
 
She couldn’t keep her hands still.
 
She ran her palms over his shoulders and down his arms, lifting her hips in invitation.
 
“I’m going to put my fingers inside you first, just to get prepare you.
 
Okay, baby?”

In answer, she opened her legs wider, giving him full and free access to her greatest treasure.
 
Alex’s hand shook as he sought to ready her for his possession.
 
Slipping one finger inside of her, he moaned his excitement.
 
She was like silk; warm, creamy silk.
 
And God, she was tight.
 
He was going to have to be so gentle with her.
 
Need was causing his muscles to strain, every instinct demanded that he push into her, relieve his hunger, satisfy his tremendous appetite for the delectable woman in his arms.
 

Ever so gently, he moved his finger in and out, mimicking what his own flesh was ravenous to do.
 
His effort were met by little noises of appreciation; apparently, Scarlet was finding it enjoyable.
 
He added another finger, widening her passage.
 
She accepted that invasion just as gratefully.
 
“You.
 
Alex, I want you.
 
Please.”