Shameless (5 page)

And she was acutely aware of every part of her body. From the soreness of her palms where she’d chosen to hand-knead bread dough in an effort to alleviate some of the anxiety pushing from the inside out, to the backs of her thighs and her buttocks from her lunch-hour workout at Silver’s Gym, giving the new treadmill a run for its money, to her sore toes, from new athletic shoes that hadn’t yet been broken in.

She heard Ernie scratching against the closed kitchen door. He gave a soft meow. Nina imagined him twitching his tail and turning to curl up on the large pet pillow she’d placed in the corner for him.

She couldn’t see and didn’t want to chance that either she’d step on him, or that he might attack whoever appeared at her door.

While the day had been long and busier than usual, she’d spent the better part of the past three hours doing nothing other than preparing for this moment. Getting ready for the night to come. Not just physically, but mentally. This was so outside her normal mode of operation as to be ridiculously close to the dreams she’d been having.

But as she soaked in a fragrant bath and methodically shaved her legs and the sensitive skin between her thighs, she slowly gave herself over to the idea that she had to do this. Had to give herself over to her more primal side if only this once, to be wanton and decadent. Had to see if she possessed the daring that her grandmother had in spades.

Music. She should have put on music.

Nina slightly loosened the blindfold and had begun to get up when she heard footsteps in the hall.

Her heart racing, she quickly retied the blindfold and climbed back into the middle of the bed, repeatedly smoothing her hands over her silk-covered stomach.

She knew a moment of fear as she listened to the outer door open and then close again. What if the man was neither Kevin nor Gauge? She hadn’t given the idea any great amount of consideration. Not since the night they talked. She’d automatically assumed that it would be one of them.

But what if they’d sent someone else?

She reached for the blindfold again.

“No, don’t,” a low male voice whispered.

She shivered, not realizing he’d entered the bedroom until she heard him speak. She tilted her head slightly, not recognizing the voice. Of course that meant little, because she’d never heard Kevin or Gauge speak in a husky whisper.

She felt a brush of hands on her arms. She gasped at the innocent touch, her every nerve ending catching fire.

The hands urged her to stand.

Nina did as he bade, slowly scooting to the edge of the bed. Her bare feet met the cool wood floor. She stood, seeking the warmth of the nearby rug, suddenly all too aware of her blindness.

Her shallow breathing sounded loud in the quiet room.

“Are you still here?” she whispered.

“Mmm.” A hum was her response, coming from behind her when she’d expected it in front of her.

What was he doing? Was he looking at her? It seemed the only logical explanation given that she heard no sound. He had to be taking in the lines of her nightgown, perhaps put off that she’d chosen to wear something rather than wait completely naked as requested.

She felt heat against her neck and she automatically tilted her head to allow him greater access, her breath exiting in a soft hiss. She was hyperaware of everything, she guessed because she could see nothing. He smelled not of cologne but rather of the winter night and snow and the fresh Michigan air. She tried to match the scent to the man, but her mind refused to cooperate, overwhelmed instead by the signals her body sent it.

She was preoccupied with the fact that he stood so close behind her.

A flutter of something against the skin of her neck. Fingers, caressing, stroking. Then a kiss, lingering, hot.

Nina’s heart beat strongly in her breast and heat exploded pure and strong in her stomach.

She’d imagined this very scene countless times over the past few days. Had anticipated this moment. But nothing had prepared her for the thrill of the unknown that zinged through her bloodstream. The electric desire for the unknown, waiting, longing for touch, for connection to the stranger in her bedroom.

Every man she’d ever had a relationship with had been an open book. Easily readable, easily understood…predictable.

This…this mystery made her both long to jump out of her skin and run from the room.

The hands slid from her shoulders down over her arms, eliciting tiny shivers as they went. Nina could do little more than stand ramrod straight. It was all she could do to concentrate on her breathing. In…out. In…out.

This was insane! She couldn’t possibly do this. It was too strange, too unfamiliar. She wasn’t at all made up like her grandmother Gladys and she’d been stupid to even think she was.

She began to turn around, her intention to lift the blindfold and call things off.

The hands found her hips and grasped her solidly, pulling her back against a tall, hard body.

Dear Lord in heaven, she suddenly couldn’t name the current president if she tried.

The heat of his body warmed her silk nightgown, the undeniable hardness of his erection pressing against the top of her buttocks. She threw her head back against the shelf of his shoulder, covering his hands with hers. He moved, drawing the silk up, the hem climbing her legs, sweeping up over her thighs, the cool night air hitting her exposed skin as he went. The hem finally reached her upper thighs and fingers, probing, intimate, slid between her legs and the slick, bare flesh waiting there.

Nina’s knees threatened to give out at the brazen move even as she fought to catch her lost breath. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. More foreplay. More seduction.

Instead, he’d gone straight for the prize, long, thick fingers stroking the length of her womanhood.

She caught her nightgown in her own hands, holding it aloft, giving him easier access so that he could carry out his intentions. Her rapid breathing brought her breasts against the silk, making her aware of the hypersensitive state of her hard nipples.

The fingers disappeared from her tender flesh and she moaned in protest as he caught the hem of her gown and stripped it off over her head.

All at once, Nina became aware of her complete nakedness…vulnerability. It was all she could do to stop herself from clutching her arms around her sensitive areas.

The notion was banished to the far corners of her mind as he pulled her back flush against him again…and she realized that he, too, was completely nude.

Her knees did give way. He caught her, pressing her even more solidly against his hot erection.

She’d never felt so alive. So bonelessly needy.

One of his hands moved back to stroke her between the legs, the other circled her waist, budging upward so that he both supported her rib cage and caressed her breast with calm assurance.

The fingers between her legs were doing all sorts of wonderfully amazing things. They moved over the shallow crevice, lightly probing, and then dipped between the swollen folds of flesh, her slickness lubricating his deepening strokes. He caught the bit of flesh at the top and she shuddered, shocked to find herself near climax.

He seemed to sense her turned-on state and abandoned the bud to her quiet protests, moving his fingers instead toward her tight, wet opening.

Nina held her breath, waiting, longing….

He bypassed the portal and moved farther along.

She regained control of her motor skills, her knees growing stronger under her even as he pinched her nipple and then spread his palm around the mound of her breast, squeezing, his other hand continuing to tease her womanhood.

She caught the hand in both of hers, forcing it away and hauling it up to her mouth. The hard male member pressing against the top of her buttocks seemed to jerk as a result. She brought his fingers to her mouth, putting them against her tongue one by one, and then sucking on them, dampening them. She tasted her own musk there on his skin.

Then she moved the hand back between her legs, leading his index finger to her portal, hesitating only slightly before encouraging it to breach her tight flesh.

She moaned even as his groan filled her right ear. He nipped at her neck as she bore down against his finger, her hand no longer guiding. He thrust the thick, long digit up into her waiting body and then slid it slowly back out. She groaned her protest at its sudden absence and then gasped when he reentered with two fingers, his thumb drawing tight circles against her clit.

Nina’s body shattered into a thousand shimmering pieces as she succumbed to the liquid sensations rushing through her, completely supported by his strong arms.

Sweet hell….

Unable to use her sight to search his face, to see what his needs might be, how he interpreted her orgasm, she allowed herself to ride the wave of sheer emotion to the end, relishing every last lick of heat and sensation to its sugary finale.

Had she ever had such a powerful climax? Felt so uninhibited? No. Of course, she realized that the absence of an important sense likely amplified her other senses, but she didn’t think credit was completely due to the blindfold. Rather, she suspected the license she’d given herself to be as bad as she wanted to be had a lot to do with the heightening of her feelings.

The blindfold had merely served as an aid toward that end.

The scent of rubber reached her nose. She breathed it, becoming aware that he’d released his hold on her and that she was standing on her own.

She shivered in anticipation as she listened to him roll the condom down over his length.

And then she discovered firsthand just how long his member really was….

He groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips possessively. Nina freed her hand and he positioned his member between her thighs, sandwiching himself there, stroking her with his erection where minutes before he had used his fingers.

She threw her head back and moaned, the heat surging upward. Fear fled, leaving in its wake pure, unadulterated need. The hands left her hips, heading down her lower belly until she felt him from behind and in front. He stroked her even as he parted her flesh, opening a place for him in her shallow channel. Using his hand, he moved the head of his erection to rest against her portal.

She caught her breath, preparing herself even as he paused.

Everything stopped for a heartbeat. He didn’t move. She didn’t move.

Then he was breaching her.

Liquid fire ignited along Nina’s skin, flashing down and then up again. He dipped in a few millimeters, then withdrew, and repeated the process again, as if methodically stretching her muscles to accommodate his length and girth. Her knees buckled slightly and he caught her, bending her forward a few inches so that he had better access.

And the instant she expected him to withdraw, he surged into her to the hilt.

She climaxed immediately, squeezing him deep inside her.

Nina couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so orgasmic. To wish for one mind-blowing crisis had sometimes been too much. And here they had barely started and she’d come twice already.

He’d held still as she exploded around him, but now he moved again. Nina shuddered with every stroke. She wasn’t so much concerned if she could handle his size anymore; now she was worried she wouldn’t survive her own excitement.

She moved her right hand to rest against her knee and used her left to reach behind her, flattening her palm against his washboard abs. She felt trembling there at her touch. She nudged her fingers downward, finding the root of his shaft and squeezing even as he thrust into her again.

So good….

Sweet sensation flooded her, swirling upward into a red cloud of desire as each thrust urged her to yet another destination she longed to see, to experience. It soon took too much concentration to hold him, so she released her grip and used both hands to balance herself, tilting her bottom up even more. She was rewarded with a thrust so deep she thought he’d touched her heart.

The hands on her hips tightened and he stiffened, his groan telling of his impending climax.

Nina helped him along by moving herself down his length and then bearing down on him again, pushing him right over the edge.

For long moments afterward, they stayed like that, him curved along her back, holding her tightly.

When her mind finally began to clear, she experienced a moment of embarrassment. She was not an inexperienced woman at all. But so far she’d acted the hesitant virgin on her wedding night.

She gently grasped the hand that still stroked her intimately, along with his other one, and loosened his grip so that she could turn around in his embrace.

Using her fingers, she found his mouth, and then kissed him long and hard, rubbing her throbbing womanhood against him, the tips of her breasts tingling where they met the wall of his chest.

His fingers fluttered against the line of her jaw, gently caressing, lending a certain affection that stilled her heart to the moment.

Only she wasn’t looking for affection.

“My turn,” she whispered, pushing him down onto the bed.

She couldn’t see him. But at this point she didn’t need to. She relied on her remaining senses to guide her along her path, running her fingertips over the springy hair of his thighs until she found his semihard erection. She smiled and licked her lips, carefully removing the used condom and feeling around for the packets she’d put on her bedside table. She found one. But rather than putting it on, she nudged him farther up the bed and then climbed up on top of him, cradling his legs even as she caressed him with the top sheet and then bent to taste him.

Mmm….

Evidence of his need coated the thick knob. She ran her tongue against it, then fastened her mouth on it and sucked, lightly swirling the tip of her tongue around the lid even as her right hand fastened around the base. His erection immediately stood at full attention, rebounding from his climax. She heard his low growl and felt his hands on her shoulders, but she ignored him, moving her mouth farther down his heavy shaft. There was no way she could take all of him, but she could use her hands and mouth in combination to bring him pleasure.

“Move around,” he whispered harshly, using his hands to indicate what he meant by gripping her right leg and tugging.

Nina removed her mouth and allowed him to reposition her so that her thighs were on either side of his head and she was even with his erection. She happily went back to work, the air exiting her lungs in a rush when she felt his hot mouth on her most delicate area.

Dear Lord….

She nearly climaxed on the spot.

He made a low growling sound again and then grasped her bottom, drinking from her deeply and distracting her from her intentions. It was all she could do to continue as chaos built up anew in her womb, threatening to explode at any second.

She began to wonder if she’d survive him at all. What impact did so many orgasms in such a short time have on a woman? Was her health in peril?

She jerked upright, prepared to rush headlong into her next crisis. But he removed his mouth one moment too soon.

Nina made a sound of protest even as she found herself being turned over on the bed, instantly trapped by the weight of his body above her. She heard the sound of the foil package being opened and smelled the latex mingled with the scent of both of their sexes, and before she knew it he was surging up within her again.

Her back came up off the mattress as she took him in.

He stroked her again…and again…and again…making her call out in unabashed pleasure as a ball of heat grew larger and larger within her, turning and spinning out of control. He slid his hands under her bottom and held her still, thrusting deeply into her. And then he moved his hands to the backs of her legs, urging her legs up until her knees were folded against her chest.

Nina caught her breath. This normally wasn’t a position she liked. She generally preferred to give as much as she got. And being folded like this dictated that she be still. She began to protest…until she felt his member stroke her G-spot in a way it had never been touched before.

Then his mouth was on hers. Gently coaxing.

For the third time, wild orgasm took hold….