SEIZED Part 1: New Adult Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) (14 page)

I need to make a plan, but I have no idea where to begin. I sit down, and try to think it through. It’s getting late, but I know I won’t sleep. I’m about to head downstairs to grab a snack when I hear moans coming from Carrie’s room. I pause outside her door, but when she starts to moan louder, I bust right in and find her writhing and thrashing around in the bed. She’s asleep, but having an awful nightmare.

I slide onto the edge of her bed, and reach out to touch one of her shoulders. Her eyes are closed and the top she’s wearing is cut so low that I feel like I should avert my gaze. But I don’t. Instead, I look for longer than I should. Her legs are tangled in the sheets, exposing smooth, tanned skin and muscle. Her curvaceous waist is accentuated by a pair of cotton panties that are bright white against the flesh of her belly. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Her dream seems to have settled down in the moment I’ve been here, and I wonder if I should just leave her. But then she lets out a terrified scream. I instantly shake her awake.

“Carrie, Carrie, wake up.” She doesn’t, so I shake her again, those luscious breasts jiggling as I notice a pool of sweat has gathered between them as she slowly opens her eyes.

“You’re having a nightmare.”

I say it softly as I don’t want to scare her, but she jumps anyway, pulling the sheet up around her body in protection. She’s breathing hard and disorientated, so I speak slowly.

“It’s okay, I’m here, and it was just a dream. You’re safe now, it’s okay.”

She licks her lips and I can’t help looking down at them. She starts talking hoarsely, so I hand her a glass of water from the nightstand, and she sips it before sharing her dream with me.

“I was driving around town with April,” she starts, “and we were looking for a parking lot. It was her car, so she was behind the wheel and I was scanning the rows of cars to find a space. There was nowhere to go, and my shoes were really hurting my feet, so I took them off in the car. These massive billboards kept pointing to available parking lots, but every time we went toward a spot, someone else had already taken it.

“Then, April told me she was feeling sick and asked if I could drive, so we changed sides, but as she was walking around the front, and I was crossing behind the car, it started rolling and dragging her by the leg. Suddenly we were on a massive steep hill, and the car was rolling faster and faster, but she was trapped under the front wheel. Every time her leg went under the wheel, I could hear it crunch and she was screaming but I couldn’t reach the car, and that’s when you woke me up.”

She delivers the story hard and fast, almost without breathing, just to get it out. All I can do is listen. Her eyes are wide and she’s gesturing wildly. I wait and hold her hand until eventually she seems to calm down a bit. She takes another sip of her water, and the light coming from the hallway casts her shadow against the wall. She sits up farther and her hands darts up to the back of her neck, rubbing at the tension. I’m just sitting with her, saying nothing as she collects herself breath by breath. She meets my eyes and I lock on, holding her gaze, reassuring her that it’s okay.

For a long second, we explore each other’s eyes, and I can see a softening of her face as the rest of the dream slips away. Thank God dreams are so fleeting. The feelings of terror that were so real are fading away as something else begins to dominate the energy between us. I stay fixed on her eyes, her hand in mine, and will myself not to make a move. Her pupils dilate, and she licks her lips again before starting to say something.

“Blake, I...” She stops, but I will her on with my gaze. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way, but I need you to do something for me.”

I have no idea what she’s going to say next, and the moment gets longer as she weighs whether to speak or not.

“I need you to make it go away, make the pain go away.” She’s rubbing the back of her neck, and she looks down in embarrassment as she sees that I haven’t understood. “Blake, touch me. Please, touch me.”

I feel her words in my gut. She wants me. She wants me to touch her, and a fire runs up my spine at the request. I start to move my fingers against the palm of her hand. Tickling gently in circles while I hold her gaze firmly in mine. She stays silent but I see the effort it takes to swallow, and her lips drop open slightly at the sensation of my fingers feathering up her wrist and arm. Her palm drops open, and the energy is electric, but I take my time.

This is a woman I’ve wanted for more than ten years, and I plan to relish every moment. I focus on the sensitive parts in the center of her palm and make my way up her inner arm before landing softly on her prominent collarbones. The light makes the space between us black, but shows the beauty of her cheekbones as I slowly start to stroke from one side of her collar to the other. I can hear the sound of her breathing get faster, and I know I’m on the right track. This woman is a goddess.

She tips her head to the side to allow me access to her neck, and I play gently with the skin above the bruising. My fingers creep up behind her ear. She sighs and begins to move toward me. I take control and grab her by the waist, those luscious breasts getting closer to my face for a moment before she swings her legs over the side, and around my hips. We’re sitting up together in nearly the same position as we were in the café. I hold eye contact and continue exploring the back of her neck to the point where she begins to softly moan.

She reaches up and lets down her dark locks so they spill over my hands, as luscious and soft as her skin. The hair frames her face now, and she looks younger in the light. I begin to knead and rub the tired muscles in the back of her neck, the pressure I exert holding her down more firmly on my lap. I feel my cock respond to the closeness of her center. She thrusts her breasts out, and as I massage her neck, I start blowing on her nipples gently. They are instantly rock hard through the cotton of her top, and she shrugs her shoulder to let one of the straps fall halfway down.

I bring my hands around her face and kiss her deeply. She’s everything I want and as my tongue delves into her mouth I feel her respond with the same enthusiasm. Her throaty moans are making me growl as I pause to rip the other strap down. The flimsy garment gathers around her waist and I pull those beautiful breasts into my chest as I kiss her more deeply. She’s moving around on my lap, rubbing against me gently, writhing in rhythm, and the moisture of her sweat makes her nipples glide against me.

We’re both breathless, and even though my intention is to make this last, I don’t think I can. She arches her back, and I thumb her nipples, twisting and tugging at them gently. Her moans grow louder, and I wonder how long it’s been since someone loved her. I suck one, then the other, in gentle firm licks.

“Please,” she says. “Take me. Make it better, Blake.” That’s all it takes for me to flip her back onto the bed.

Lying back, she tugs at the cord of the robe I had thrown on for modesty and pulls me down on top of her. I use my arms to brace myself on either side of her body, and begin to kiss her deeply. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, and the friction is delicious. My cock is rock hard, and bobs at her stomach and thighs. She tilts her pelvis in an attempt to slip me inside of her, but I still her hips with my own and begin to work my way down her body.

I’m kissing and nipping between her breasts as I pull the top and panties right down from around her midsection. I sit up and look down at her before sliding them off her legs. She’s so lush. I can’t keep my hands off her for a moment longer, so I plunge two fingers deep into her wet pussy. She arches her back and moans, gutturally begging me to push deeper, but I delay her pleasure, fucking her with my hands and then my tongue until she’s thrashing around like a tiger below me.

I want to hear her beg before I slip inside, so I suck her clit gently at the next plunge of my fingers. She yelps, and I feel her contract around my hand, moaning.

“Please, please, now, do it.”

I move up her body and place my hands around her face as I slide my heavy, thick cock right to her core. I feel her stretch around me, so I take it slowly, making sure that every inch of thrust is buried in her wetness before I slide back out. She’s so hot, wet, and tight, and her pussy grips my cock like a glove as I begin to thrust faster.

I’m right on top of her now, her breasts rubbing mercilessly against me, and she moves with the rhythm of my cock as my balls slap against her. I feel her movements grow more frantic, and I know she’s close, so I increase my pace and depth, wanting to fuck her as deeply as I can. Her head jerks with every thrust of my pelvis, so I reach behind and hold her neck again, kneading at her muscles and pulling her body downward for each thrust of my cock.

She’s moaning, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and I see the moment she starts coming when she arches against me, biting her lip and jerking with the power of her orgasm. Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, and the look on her face is what makes me lose it. I pump wildly into her in search of my own release and she opens her eyes to watch as I come harder than ever in her hot, wet pussy.

She pulls me down, holding our chests together as my cock throbs inside her and our breathing starts to slow. Her hips press gently into me, and I roll over, pulling her body up so we’re face to face, lying on our sides. I kiss her again and again before we fall into a doze, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Carrie

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he first thing I smell is his aftershave, and I’m instantly awake. This big, warm, bear of a sleeping man is lying next to me, and he’s sound asleep. I relax and breathe him in. He smells the same as he did back then, but different. The stubble is rough on his cheeks, and there’s a spattering of hair between his pecs. I lift back the sheet and stare at his sleeping form. He’s semi-hard even in his sleep, and I hope he’s dreaming about me. His arm is thrown up and around my shoulder so I snuggle in to his chest and inhale to take him all in.

His heat is intoxicating. It envelops me, pulling me back into sleep, and I curl against him, twisting my legs around him. He grumbles in his sleep, and rolls over, pulling me in closer as he hugs me from behind. His body covers mine with room to spare, and I welcome the feeling of those beefy arms as they fold me into him. This is heaven. I almost purr with satisfaction at the thought of last night. I don’t know how many years I’ve been fantasizing about the way he’d feel inside me, and it was incredible.

I press my ass gently into him, and feel him start to harden against my lower back. It’s not morning yet, and I don’t even know whether it’s night or day, but I don’t care. I’m exactly where I want to be. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in the arms of this man, naked, rubbing gently against his smooth, muscled body. I press myself back until I mold into the length of him, so close I can feel him throbbing and the pulse of his blood in his chest.

He starts to move against me, gently pushing his hips into me. I think he’s still asleep but the grumble of appreciation in his throat is all I need to spur me on. I may only have him in my bed once, so I’m making the most of every minute. I twist in his arms, and start to kiss his chest. His firm pecs and warm nipples are responsive to my touch even as he sleeps. I’m just at the right height, so I begin to swirl the tip of my tongue around his small pink nipple, and I’m delighted to hear him groan.

“Good morning.” He opens those beautiful blue eyes. He reaches out and strokes my cheek, watching as I keep lapping at his nipple. My hands move downward, feeling the definition of each abdominal muscle before he twists over onto his back to give me free range.

His member is throbbing and twitching as my fingers get closer. The precum is already glistening on its tip. I stroke the V of his lower abs before moving my palms down, past his heavy cock to cup and stroke his balls. I tug on them gently, and his shaft jumps to attention, begging to be licked. He’s circumcised, and the head of his cock is like a velvet helmet as I wrap my lips around him. He moans in the back of his throat, growling as I suck at him gently. I slip my lips lower and lower with each stroke. Then with one hand I start to gently pump him while my mouth bobs down, meeting my fist. He arches into me and for a moment I feel totally in control. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth, and I hum, making him squirm underneath me. Before I know it, he has me on my back again, and has reversed the torture. Those sleepy eyes look up at me from between my thighs and I grab his hair in my fists as he sinks his tongue deeply into my already sopping wet pussy.

I stretch backward, my hands pressing against the headboard as his tongue nourishes my slit. He bobs in and out of me, alternating the licking and sucking, and I can’t help wriggling around. His finger sweeps circles around the neat edges of my pubic hair. I’m waxed down below, but always leave a modest triangle up top, and as his finger trails through the sparse hair, I can’t help but gasp with the sheer pleasure of his touch. This man is driving me wild.

I surrender as he eats me out, no longer caring what I do, thrusting my hips into his face as he sips and sucks at me. That warm mouth feels like all there is in the world. It’s the center of my universe right now, and every cell in my body is buzzing as I start to come closer to the edge. Sensing that I’m close, he grabs my thighs and tugs me closer to him with one pull. I can feel that thick cock pushing at my entrance, but he decides to torture me. Twirling his head up and over my pussy lips, he’s coating himself in my juices, and I could scream I want him so badly.

Placing his hands underneath my ass, he lifts my hips up onto a pillow so my pussy is angled and ready for him. Then he begins to slide into me. Inch by inch. I can see the effort on his face. He’s trying to restrain himself, so I start running my hands up and down my own body. My flat palms brush over my hard nipples and down my hips before repeating the journey in reverse.

I want him to watch me suck the last of his juice off my fingers, so I moan as I place them in my mouth. I’m rewarded by his growl of approval. I tip my pelvis up more, trying to take control and urge him to hurry, but he’s enjoying himself, so I go back to twisting at my nipples and watching the sweat run down his muscled chest.