Second Chances (26 page)

She
hissed, her body jerked and tightened in an instinctive effort to withdraw from
the pain. Her eyebrows furrowed as a tiny yelp escaped her lips. Every muscle
in her body tensed.

Her
inner walls gripped him so tightly, he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.
Instead, he focused on her face, peppering kisses over her cheeks, her lips,
nuzzling as he whispered sweet nothings. Arching his back, he focused on her
breasts, sucking until she wiggled with renewed hunger, her breath coming out
in short pants. Gradually, by increments, her body began to relax and respond
to his caring caresses again. Only when her pretty eyes no longer clouded in
pain and her core eased, did he retreat marginally and ever so slowly return.
Watching her face the entire time, he found no signs of discomfort, only a
small jolt of pleasure. Still, he needed to be sure. “Hurt?” He repeated the
motion.

She
shook her head, her hands hot lashes across his back and flanks. Each touch
threw yet another cherry bomb on his already raging inferno.

For the
longest time, he did nothing more than test the waters with short, tender jabs,
stoking her fire to match his. Each sigh, each sexy cry from her lips, ramped
up his own pleasure tenfold as he showered her with burning pleasure, pouring
his emotions out through actions.

When
she lifted to meet his thrusts, he boldly drew back further, lengthening his
strokes, yet keeping the pace languid and gentle. Hard and fast had no place in
this first loving. Instead, he drew on every skill he possessed to march her
steadily toward the pinnacle, needing her to reach the top and crash over. He
needed her to experience a bright, earth shattering climax under his tender
care as much as he needed air to fill his lungs.

He
changed his angle slightly and found a raspberry nipple, drawing the treat into
his mouth and laving the tip. She whimpered and squirmed. Lifting up, he looked
down at her body, saw her head thrown back on the pillows, her blonde hair
spilled all around her. April’s mouth fell open as she closed her eyes. Sensual
pleasure covered her face.

Adjusting
his position slightly, he shifted his weight to his right arm, freeing up his
left. Searching between their bodies, he once more found her bundle of nerves,
now taut, and begging for attention. With exquisite care, he caressed the nub,
felt her jerk under him, and repeated the motion.

April’s
body began to tense. He easily read the heightened level of arousal and
blatantly pushed her for more, intent upon drawing out every morsel of passion
from her body, then rewarding her with hot rapture. “That’s it, sweetheart.
You’re almost there. Wrap your legs around my hips.” When she complied, he sank
even deeper. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck that’s good.”

A grunt
emerged from her throat followed by a sharp cry of frustration. She tossed her
head. “I…” Licking her lips, she tried again. “I can’t…”

“Shhh.
Look at me, April.”

Her
eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked on his. He surged in and out of her
moist center, short, exceptionally deep penetrations that rocked them together
as one. “Don’t look away. Stay with me.” He leaned down for a quick kiss to a
juicy nipple. “Take what you need from me.”

He
plumped her clit with the gentlest of touches. She lurched and cried out, the
motion squeezed his already granite hard member in a velvet glove, sending
sharp shards of ecstasy straight to his groin. “Come on, baby. Just. Let. Go.”
He pressed the bundle once more, then began to strum furiously.

April
curled her back, sucked in a breath, and yelped out as rapid fire contractions
squeezed his cock so tight he saw stars. Her clipped nails dug into his back,
the slight sting only adding another element to his overflowing arousal.
Determinedly, he rode out her first orgasm, intent upon seeing every flicker of
pleasure wash across her face, feel her body’s reaction, and savor every
second.

The
base of his spine began to tingle as her continued milking action pushed all
his buttons, driving him to the very edge, and finally shoving him over with
gusto. A hoarse shout tore from his throat as he shoved deep inside her depths
and stilled, locking them together as one.

“Tired?”
Dusty pulled her into his embrace.

April
leaned into him, soaking up the warmth and solid strength, as she rested her
head against his upper chest. After her first taste of passion, she’d excused
herself to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Dusty’s eyes followed her every step
of the way. Only after she tossed the used washcloth into the hamper and
collected her wits, did she return to bed. One glance told her he’d done the same
as she, since he now lay stretched out, condom free and cleansed. Unable to
resist and craving comfort, she slipped into his arms. “Yeah. Today was crazy
enough without going on lockdown.”

He
rubbed her back with long, light strokes. “If you had been taken hostage, I
would’ve lost my mind.”

Surprised,
she leaned back in order to look up into Dusty’s face. She found concern and
something more. Something deeper. Her heart sang. “You would have done the same
thing you did today. Shared your skills with the rest of us and saved the day.”

While
he’d never indicated one way or another, April knew Dusty had most likely not
only participated in the manhunt, but been the one to track the man. Why else
would he have Ben with him, a Kevlar vest, and a long rifle she’d never seen
before? Dusty had gone hunting just like he’d done countless times before.

“I’m so
proud of you,” she whispered the words against his throat, then lifted high
enough to seal her lips over his.

He
responded immediately, seized control of the kiss, and quickly showered her
with a healthy dose of passion. She gasped as his tongue entered her mouth,
searching out every nook and cranky, tasting her as if she possessed ambrosia
and he’d been thirsty for a long time. Wrapping her arms around his neck, April
threw herself into the affection, giving back with everything inside, showing
him what she couldn’t say out loud, at least not yet. She’d hinted before, but
now knew without a doubt she loved the former Navy SEAL turned stable owner. He
hadn’t spoken the words back to her earlier, leaving a small sting in her
heart, so she hesitated to say them again. Not yet. But soon. No sense denying
the truth.

Before
she could get carried away, Dusty pulled away. Disappointed, she whimpered with
a sigh, before meeting his knowing gaze.

He
grinned down at her with a new softness. “You’re going to be sore if we
continue.”

“I want
you too much to care.”

“Then
why don’t you climb on top. Ride me. You can control the pace.”

The
offer made April’s stomach flip-flop with slow, delicious motions.
Ride him. Just like the stud he is.
She
giggled at the naughty thought, so unlike her.

“What’s
so funny?”

Sitting
up, April straddled his hips. “Oh, I was just thinking how appropriate it is
for me to climb aboard and ride you. Like a big, beautiful stallion.” Her face
heated but seeing the reaction on Dusty’s face next made the small admission
worth it.

His
expression grew taut and filled with sexual longing. He cupped the back of her
head and brought her down for a kiss of the ages, a deep plundering that left
her breathless, while promising a passionate discovery to rival no other.

The
pole light outside allowed enough of a glow from the window for her to see him
in fairly decent clarity. As she sat up, she once more appreciated his
physique, running her hands over his chest, stomach, then lower. Scars riddled
his otherwise perfect body, adding to the element of handsomeness rather than
detracting. A warrior to his marrow, she saw the old marks as badges of courage
and sexy as hell. Tracing each one, she marveled over his ability to take such
punishment and return for more. Courage and bravery in spades, to be sure.
“You’re gorgeous.”

“Too
beat up for that, but thanks.” He lifted one hand to cup her breast, gently
brushing his thumb over the tip.

She
sighed and pressed closer. “To me, you’re the sexiest man alive. Forget movie
stars, you bypass every one of them hands down.” With a knowing grin, she
wrapped her fingers lightly around his erection. “I’d rather have a horse
that’s been through hell and fought back than a paddock raised one any day. The
same goes for a man.”

He
smiled up at her, the act softening the lines of his face, adding to his
already captivating appearance.

Lightly,
she stroked his impressive cock, learning both the feel and texture,
experimenting with different grips and motions to discover which he liked best.
Her finger found a bead of moisture resting on the slit. Boldly, she spread the
moisture all around the mushroom head.

He
groaned and jerked under her.

“Like
that?” The whisper carried easily across the silent room.

“Way
too much.” A foil package appeared in his hand. He ripped it open with his
teeth, then rolled it on. “I can’t wait for you to take me, baby. Slide down my
shaft. Show me how a cowgirl rides her man.”

The
words ratcheted up her arousal and motivated her to lift up and move a few
inches, enough to align their bodies.

Dusty,
his cock in hand, rubbed the tip against her hungry core. “You’re wet. So wet.”
He ran a finger between her folds, before centering the head of his erection
once more. “Open for me, April. Take me deep.”

Gradually,
she pressed downward, aided by Dusty’s grip on her hip. Her body protested at
first, then finally relented, allowing him to enter marginally. She sucked in a
breath, gyrated her hips, and came down farther. Overused muscles complained,
but she ignored them, choosing instead to focus on Dusty’s face, watching as
she joined their bodies in a dance as old as time.

Finally,
she rested on his body, his manhood snugly lodged deep in her feminine channel.
Not quite comfortable, she rocked slowly back and forth, feeling him rub
against secret nerve endings, all which fired hotly. She gasped.

“You
okay?” His voice carried concern.

Peering
down at him, she smiled. “Yeah. It’s just…”

“Tender?”

She
nodded her head. “A little, but nothing to fret about. It’s just amazing. I
feel full. Complete. Like I’d been made just for you.” Her body eased, allowing
her to move with more enthusiasm. Dusty guided her motions, keeping her close
and at a leisurely speed. Over and over she moved, savoring his presence deep
inside her. Unhurriedly, she tried different angles, alternated motions, and
put them both through their paces in a gentle loving which seemed to go on
forever, yet not last nearly long enough as bright rapture flickered in
temptation just ahead.

He bit
his lip and bucked to meet her next downward stroke, sending a shockwave of
sensual pleasure cascading over her.

“That’s
it, baby. Take what you need from me. Anything. Everything.” He used his free
hand to tunnel through her folds where they joined. A second later, bright
stars burst in front of her eyes as she ground her hips against his. His touch,
his skill on that particular body part made her crazy. Suddenly, she couldn’t get
enough. Enough of him, his glorious cock, enough of his fingers working her
sensitive button. A whimper escaped her lips as she latched onto the greedy
hunger and shot higher.

Again,
he feverishly, yet lightly worked her nub. Every muscle in her body tightened
as she braced herself.

“Let
go, sweetheart. I want to watch you come.”

His
words, complete with another exquisite lash of her clit, shoved her right up to
the peak, and then toppled her over. With a ragged cry, she wiggled and
squirmed, keeping his pleasure producing cock as deep as possible.

He
shouted out, both hands bracketing her pelvis as he held her in place so
tightly, she couldn’t move if she tried. Dusty’s face scrunched up as he drew
in great gulps of air. His shaft twitched as her walls surrounded him with
rhythmic contractions, hard and quick, before slowing as the brilliant orgasm
abated.

April
crumpled on his chest, panting, and worn out. Though the ride didn’t last as
long as she would have liked, she poured every ounce of energy into the
experience. All more than worth the effort, but now she wasn’t sure she could
move another inch.

“Damn,”
Dusty whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her cheek. “You can ride me anytime.”

Adjusting
her position, she rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes in total
relaxation. “That sounds like fun.” She blew out a breath and started to drift
off.

Dusty
chuckled, wrapped his arms around her, then rolled them over. The comfortable
mattress now at her back, she relaxed into the cushiony pliability. While she
might have liked to fall asleep on him, this new position made more sense for
his ability to breathe and move for the rest of the night.

He
pulled back, his now semi-erect cock slipping from her body with one final
caress to the previously untried and now slightly raw tissues. She flinched on
a gasp.