Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (21 page)

They were both breathing hard when they were done, and neither of them moved.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Ian kissed her temple, propping himself up on his elbow. Amber rolled onto her back and shook her head.

“A little, but
it was worth it.” She turned her face toward him, her eyes locking with his. Ian lowered his lips to hers and covered her mouth, his tongue gently sliding along hers, his lips soft and pliable. She kissed him back, and then pulled away, turning to look outside his windows.

Give or take a week,
Danielle was racking her brain trying to recall every single moment they had sex. It literally had been about twenty-four days since she dislocated her shoulder, and they had sex the morning after she came home from the hospital. It must have been then that she had gotten pregnant.

Remembering the memory of them making voracious love, she blushed. She had never asked to do it on her side before, and she barely recalled
Drew’s expression when she had asked for sex that way. She could recall the way his palms cupped her breast, and how he paid special attention to kissing and sucking on her neck.

The recollection brought a flood of tingling fever between her legs.

“What are you thinking about?” Drew stood in front of her, his hips sliding between her legs, parting her thighs. His hands gripped her knees, and Danielle leaned back slightly, to allow him to slide in closer. Her hands touched his thighs and brushed closer to his groin. He jerked slightly, and then relaxed. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck as her fingers crept through the opening in his boxers.

“I was just thinking about the morning we had sex after the hospital,” she murmured.

“Yeah?” Drew chuckled against her skin, his hands thumbing her breasts through her shirt. Danielle arched slightly and pressed for more. She suddenly felt so desperate to have him inside of her. “Did you want to have a repeat?” Drew whispered to her.

“Maybe,” she whispered back. She pushed his waistband down letting him spring free. “I don’t want to do it right here though,” she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He pulled her to her feet and led her back to the bed, sitting down on the edge and hoisting her onto his lap.

Drew pulled off his shirt and then hers, throwing them to the side, he wrapped his arms around her and drug her body close. She pressed her breasts into his chest and he lay back, bringing her with him. Danielle laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying their embrace. She felt content to be held, and suddenly her appetite for erotica died. Pulling out of his embrace, she rolled off and curled against his side, her head on his shoulder.

“I thought you wanted to have sex?”
Drew rolled onto his side, staring at her naked body.

“I did.”
Danielle snuggled up closer. “I was just enjoying the feel of your body.”

Drew’s
palm ran over her smooth skin, starting on her thigh and following the roundness of her hip. His hand dipped into the curve of her waist and up against her ribcage. Danielle closed her eyes, her skin warming up with the warm sun streaming in through the open window.

Drew’s
mouth skimmed over the top of her breasts, and her nipples hardened in response. She rolled onto her back and stretched out. Drew stayed where he was, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw, trailing to her throat, and down her midsection and ending on the soft fluff of hair that barely covered her mound.

She shuddered slightly, and smiled and half laughed as she felt his tongue touch her throat, sliding down the same path that his fingers had.

Danielle’s eyes fluttered open, watching Drew as his fingers splayed across her midsection, rubbing the flesh across her inner thighs, caressing her knees, and then holding still over the opening between her thighs. He began to place pressure with the heel of his hand, creating small circles, every now and then a finger tracing her inner contours.

Drew
lowered his head to hers, his lips sealing off her breath, his tongue delving and dancing with hers until she broke the kiss, breathless.

“God
Danielle, I need to be inside you,” Drew murmured against her cheek, his hand cupping her jaw. His thumb ran over her cheekbones, and when she closed her eyes, he traced over her eyelids.

She fought to control her breathing when she felt his body move over hers. She no longer held a zest for sex, but instead her appetite had changed to an ache for passionate love. When she felt his body enter hers, her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him tighter and closer.

Instead of withdrawing and thrusting again, Drew moved his hips in a small pumping motion, grinding himself against her. Danielle’s arms squeezed tighter, her breath coming in short intervals.

“Is it okay for you?” She breathed into his ear.

“Danielle, you always feel good. No matter what,” Drew kissed her again, his face buried in the mess of hair swirling around her neck.

She lifted her hips high, squeezing and grinding with him. She felt it deep in her belly, a tightening and rush of blood swirling through her pelvic region, and all at once she lost control of the taut flash of heat and felt her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Drew felt her body respond to his and let go right after her, holding his body against hers until her shuddering ceased.

Danielle
felt his release and held her arms around his back, holding him still against her, his weight flattening her breasts. Breathing hard, Drew lifted his upper body onto his elbows and stared at her.

“
Danielle, I love you so much,” he kissed her short on the lips. She didn’t respond. The words sounded genuine but they didn’t swoon her the way she had hoped. She hadn’t told him about the baby yet.

Ben finished stacking the hay bales and then hurried back up to see his new wife. He had a renewed sense of attachment when he came through the door and wanted to hurry and shower and climb back into bed with her.

It was barely hitting five fifteen, and when he came in
he noted the half-eaten toast on the kitchen island, and heard the shower running. So much for climbing into the bed with his new bride.

He had a better idea instead however. He yanked off his boots and left them by the door, peeled out of his clothing as quickly as possible and threw them in the hamper on top of hers, then threw his coat over a chair. He stepped into the steamy bathroom, and saw her in the shower.

Ben took a few seconds to observe the outline of her body through the glass door. She still hadn’t noticed he’d entered the room. Holding back his chuckle, he pulled on the door, watching as her body jumped from being startled.

“Can I join you?” He asked, not waiting for her answer. She didn’t say anything, watching him pull the curtain closed to conserve the steamy heat.

Ben
shuffled around her to trade places and rinse the sweat off his body. He let the water run over his face and he quickly soaped his body, amused that Liz looked kind of irked at him being in there with her.

“Did you want me to
wash your body?” He offered, holding up the body puff. His smile grew as her frown set even deeper.

“Well, I suppose it’s the least you can do,” she sighed, squeezing her coconut and honey scented wash onto the puff. She turned around, and
Ben began to message the puff on her neck and arms, running it down her backside. Liz closed her eyes, thankful for the firm pressure of his hands. She had even felt too tired to shower properly, and as annoyed as she was to have to share the space, she tilted her head to the side, letting him run the soap over her body.

He added more soap to the puff, and then sat down on the ledge that he had built in
to his shower when he remodeled. He had never had a chance to use it, and the thought made him grin and grow anxious. He pulled her down on his body to straddle him, his palms cupping her breasts.

“They’re getting bigger,” he murmured to her.

“I know. It’s getting uncomfortable to wear my bra now,” she sighed.

“I don’t have a problem with you not wearing a bra,” he kissed each nipple. She shuddered. “Are they sensitive?” He looked at her face, still running the body puff over her thighs.

“They are,” she nodded. “I feel like I’m gaining so much weight,” she complained, sighing.

“Liz, you’re supposed to gain weight. Besides, I haven’t even noticed you gaining weight. And, I pay a lot of attention,” he thumbed each nipple again, drawing them into small peaks despite the hot shower.

He dropped the body puff and spread his hands over her waist.

“I may need to go into town and get a new bra,” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Done.” He kissed her neck and jaw line, watching her close her eyes and her lips parting slightly. “I saw you didn’t hardly eat,” he let his right hand trail between her parted thighs and slide across her slick opening. Her thighs tightened around his legs slightly, gripping him firmly when his finger glided into her moist fold, slightly entered her, then retreated.
Liz didn’t answer, arching her back and pressing her swollen breasts toward him.  He splayed his hand across her back to steady her as he suckled the skin under her breasts, his tongue curling around her right nipple, and the suckling again at the hollow of her throat.

Liz
threw her head back, her hand reaching for him to see how hard he was. What she found was hard and rising.

“I’ve never been on top,”
Liz murmured to him, blushing. Ben chuckled.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his hands gripping her hips firmly. She nodded, embarrassed. Before she could have any second thoughts, he lifted her up and pulled her hips down on top of his lap, his fingers digging into her flesh. He gave her a moment to take all of him, then lifted her hips and brought her back down again, showing her how to control her movements.

Liz lifted herself slightly and swung her hips forward when she came down, holding onto his neck. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth, her tongue rubbing against his.

Ben’s
arms tightened around her, as she grew bolder, rocking her hips, pushing herself harder and taking him deeper with each stroke. She placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself and Ben’s fingers splayed out on her back, his fingers digging into the flesh as she rocked her hips back and forth.

“
Liz,” Ben gasped, as her muscles grew tight and firm. He could feel himself getting close, his belly tightening as her breath hit his neck, her own orgasm impending.

“
Ben,” she breathed hard, pulling her body closer, her breasts aching and needing to feel his bare chest. She hugged him close, her arms sliding around his shoulders as she drew his body closer against hers, small moans escaping the back of her throat. Ben took control of her hips, pushing and pulling her in rhythm, his voice caught in his throat.

Liz’s
body went faster and faster when she gasped loud, her muscles tightening and contracting. Ben groaned and felt himself lose control, his hands squeezing her hips and holding her steady. Liz tested her hips, swinging them slightly against his erection, feeling his entire length consumed inside of her.

“
Liz, I love you,” Ben breathed heavily against her face. Liz felt her chest swell with elation and fulfillment, hearing those words and feeling light headed from sex.

“
Ben, I love you too,” she buried her face against his chest, waiting to catch her breath.

She lifted herself off of his lap, using the wall of the shower to steady her quaking legs.
Ben kissed her on the lips again, letting the water run over their bodies, rinsing off their lovemaking.

Liz excused
herself from the shower and wrapped a towel around her body, listening to Ben turn off the water spray. She found her slippers and exited the bathroom, sitting down on the bed.

“Why don’t you take a nap if you’re still tired?”
Ben sat down next to her on the bed, yanking on a pair of boxers.

“I’m tired, but not sleepy,”
Liz sighed, throwing herself back onto the fluffy covers.

“Did you want to go into Fort Collins at all?” He started rummaging through the food left on the counter
.

Ben
turned on the television while he picked up the room, washing the few dishes that were in the sink and then making sure all the chairs were pushed in.

Ben
glanced back over his shoulder at Liz who didn’t respond. He saw her chest rising slowly, steadily, her hair fanned out across the bed, the towel edging open.

“She sleeps,”
Ben smiled softly to himself.

Jared had traded off driving because he was tired, but he woke up for way more than he bargained for. When he awoke from his
two-hour nap, he had an erection that was painfully pressing on the zipper of his pants.

“When’s the next rest stop?” He asked Samantha, who had taken off her shirt and was driving his truck with her lacey tank top on. The taut, sheer fabric outlined her bra underneath, which was also sheer and thin. He could see the edge of her darkened nipple in the center of her round and supple breast. The longer he stared, the more his balls began to ache.