Sinful Weekend (2 page)

He slid down to suck first one nipple then the other into
his mouth, teasing the hard nubs until she gasped for breath. She bowed upward,
tugged and pulled at his thick hair when he nipped the aching tips, pressed her
thighs together as electric jolts speared down her center, flooding her pussy
with warm cum. They moved together as if the choreography had long been
rehearsed, rolling around the bed, arms and legs a perfect harmony of movement.

He kissed the little spot just below her ear and she slid
her arms over his shoulders and pressed on the back of his head, certain she’d
die from the pleasure pulsing through her. He filled his hands with her
breasts, caressed her sensitive flesh. He replaced his hands with his mouth and
she arched into him with a low moan. His mouth was warm against her breasts,
his tongue so very busy licking and stroking. He played over her rib cage,
tracing a path down her abdomen with wet kisses and sharp little bites that
drove her to a fever pitch.

She gasped when his fingers hovered over her pubic bone,
moaned when he covered her mound with his hand, cupping and squeezing until she
writhed underneath him, helpless to stop.

“Ah, you’re hot,” Nick murmured, nipping the sensitive tip
of her breast.

“Mmm…”

She’d never been too verbal in bed, preferring to let her
body do the talking, but when Nick’s hand slipped lower and played with her
clit—first slowly then faster, pressing harder against the ever-tightening
nub—she couldn’t help the sudden need to express her pleasure.

“God! Yes, yes, so good. Don’t stop,” she cried as her inner
walls spasmed.

Nick slid two fingers inside her and nudged upward,
searching for her G-spot, and she froze under him, muscles taut.

“Oh God!”

“Let go. Enjoy yourself,” he urged between two strokes of
his tongue on her breast.

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t…not without him inside her.

“Come inside me,” she pleaded.

Ignoring her request, he slid down her body and closed his
lips over her clit. Her long moan brought on by the heat and pressure of his
mouth, sucking and licking her hard bud, echoed in the stillness of the room.
She thrust up, pressing her pussy against his mouth, clenching and releasing
her inner muscles as her climax slammed through her.

Shuddering as her inner muscles gripped Nick’s fingers, her
body engulfed in heat, her mind blown as wave after wave of warm cum flooded
her pussy, she hardly contained a gasp when he slid inside her, the heat and
strength of his erection stretching her ever so wonderfully.

It was definitely one of those holy-shit-life-is-awesome
moments—intense and fast and totally the perfect way to wind her up for
whatever came next.

She slowly opened one eye, then the other.

Nick’s face hovered above hers in attentive study, his eyes
heavy-lidded under his thick dark-blond lashes. Imagining his face, taut with
restraint as he pounded into her, sent a jolt of lust to her pussy. Desire
flooded her veins, thumping and surging.

She smiled shyly, unlike he who boldly grinned, showing his
pleasure. She closed her arms around him and rolled over until he lay on his
back.

He slipped from inside her, but even in the dim light of the
room she caught the fierce need in his eyes as she straddled him, rubbing her
wet pussy over his hard shaft.

She lowered her hands to his chest and his muscles tensed
underneath them. His torso was beautiful—wide, rock-solid and hairless, except
for a light-blond dusting of hair around his brown nipples and below his navel.
Palms flat, fingers splayed, she moved her hands over his strong shoulders and
chest while she caressed him with her lips and teeth.

His breathing grew sharp, ragged. His muscles tightened and
he bucked.

“Ah, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, tugging her long dark
hair until his lips captured hers in an opened-mouth kiss.

She took her time, slowly working down his magnificent body,
kissing, licking, her quivering fingers stroking his smooth skin with almost
reverent fervor.

“Oh fuck.” Hoarse and rough, his voice sounded quite
different from the whiskey-and-honey tone of before.

Her hands and lips slid down his flat stomach and he sucked
in a breath, jerked beneath her. But when she slid lower still, he groaned and
grasped her shoulders as if trying to put an end to the slow torture.

Velvet steel.
With unhurried thoroughness, she kissed
his cock from top to bottom. She cupped a hand around his shaft and blew on the
tip. She wanted his cock super-hot.

It worked.

His eyes closed and his sharp intake of breath spoke of
powerful, urgent, raw arousal surging out of control. “Oh fuck, that’s it.”

There was no time to react before she found herself on her
back.

“I’ve got to do this first,” he rasped as he reached for a
condom in the drawer and slid it onto his engorged shaft with lightning speed.

His hands raced up her arms, circled her wrists and pinned
them above her head. Her heart pounded furiously and she gasped for breath as
he stretched out on top of her and entered her in one long deep plunge.

She pressed her hips high, meeting his first thrust, and
rode the violent wave of passion consuming her. His hand slid between their
bodies and his thumb rubbed her clit in time with his strokes. The nails of her
free hand dug into the tight flesh of his ass as he glided in and out of her,
and she eagerly met him each time. With his cock embedded to the hilt, he
buried his face in her throat, kissing her with his lips, tongue and teeth.
Shivers rippled down her neck and torso to between her thighs.

She closed her eyes, hovered on the verge of coming again. A
cry escaped her and she arched upward, shuddering over and over as spasms shook
her, contracting her pussy tighter around his cock.

Nick groaned, stiffened against her and thrust frantically a
few times before he buried himself deep inside her. She saw nothing but Nick’s
face as she came, his brilliant-blue eyes and soft mouth while convulsions
racked their bodies and they tipped over the edge in blissful release.

While she waited for the world to find balance again,
Stephanie held him close.

Nick didn’t attempt to leave the bed. Instead, he rolled
onto his back and brought her with him, tucking her body snug to his side. She
rested her head on the crook of his shoulder, her slim thigh draped over his
muscled one as her idle hand fondled his chest.

“Thank you. You’re fantastic.” he said, kissing the top of
her head.

Stephanie woke slowly, the early morning sun warming her
face and the faint scent of hot cocoa in the air. She reluctantly opened her
eyes and glanced around the unfamiliar room before noting the empty place on
the bed next to her.

Her hand moved over the rumpled and still-warm sheets. Joy rippled
through her body. She hugged her pillow and smiled at the memory of making love
with Nick. She replayed last night in her mind—every passionate kiss, every
urgent whisper, every soul-shuddering touch. Nick had been tender, yet
forceful. Patient, though demanding.

And lovemaking had never been so good.

She smiled over her own lack of inhibition. Never in her
life had she acted so lustfully or with such abandon. She had connected with
Nick on a level she never experienced before. It wasn’t only that he was
gorgeous, his technique flawless. Something had happened last night…well,
beside the obvious.

Her smile widened. She’d found her ideal lover—someone sexy,
skilled and uninhibited. To her, he personified the perfect Californian cool.
Laidback yet articulate, impersonal yet intimate, strict yet hedonistic and
seriously playful. After the fast-and- hard first encounter that had left her
heart pumping and blood flowing, they’d enjoyed slow, drawn-out lovemaking that
had lasted half the night.

The exceptional closeness between them drove her to share
thoughts she usually reserved for her friends. And the level of trust he’d
instilled in her spoke for a couple of firsts in the bedroom—anal play, for
example, a practice she’d much frowned upon in the past. But to her surprise
and delight, she greatly enjoyed it with Nick.

She sighed with contentment. Perhaps she should shower and
get dressed before he came back to the bedroom. Searching the room for
something to cover herself, she climbed from the bed, but there was only the
pile of clothes on the floor rashly discarded the night before.

Beams of light filtered through the patio doors. Still
naked, she tiptoed over boots and clothes, squinting as the sun shone directly
into her eyes, and stood by the doors.

She opened them and let the morning air come into the
slightly sultry room. The brisk temperature instantly hardened her nipples and
covered her body with goose bumps and she hugged her arms over her breasts,
breathing deeply.

“You’re going to catch your death standing here naked,” Nick
whispered low and smooth in her ear just as his bare arms came around her waist
and his lips caressed her shoulder.

She shuddered from the stimulation of her senses, his sexy
voice and warm lips. She turned to face him. Their eyes met. And held.

“Morning,” he mouthed, caressing her exposed ass.

She smiled, the joy of being with him rippling through her.

His lips curved in a lazy smile before his head lowered and
he pressed a lingering kiss on her mouth. Her arms drifted up his torso,
encircled his neck. She brushed her chest against his, reveling in the
contrast—soft against hard, chilled against warm—the coarse stroke of his jeans
on her legs and pussy an arousing contrast to the smoothness of their skin.

Fiercely excited, her heart pounding against her ribs, her
clit throbbing with anticipation, she trembled.

With one, effortless sleek movement, Nick swept her off her
feet and brought her back to the bed where they tumbled, arms and lips locked.
His broad body covered hers, blocking the cold from the open door and the light
from the beaming sun.

He braced himself on his elbows, the full weight of his
lower body and the contours of his arousal pressing against her mons, and she
fought the urge to spread her legs and invite him in.

“Hold that thought,” he said, suddenly pulling back and
swinging his legs off the bed. “We’ll come back to it after you’ve had my hot
chocolate, which, I may add, is well-known for its aphrodisiac merits.”

He winked and she suppressed the question on the tip of her
tongue. How did he know the secret powers of hot cocoa? But his eyes, dancing
with humor, changed her mind. Better not ask. She didn’t really want to hear
how well it had worked on his past conquests.

She expected him to remove his jeans and join her on the
bed, and was a little disappointed when he reached for one of the two cups on
the nightstand and handed it to her.

He grabbed the second cup and sat by her hip. “Here, the
long-overdue hot chocolate.”

She inched toward the headboard and tugged the sheet over
her lap—more out of habit than self-conscious of her nudity—and sipped the
frothy beverage. “Mmm…” The tip of her tongue curved over her upper lip,
scooping the excess foam into her mouth.

Lips slightly parted, Nick kept his intent gaze on the sweep
of her tongue, seemingly transfixed on her mouth. She let the tip of her tongue
surface a second time and he jerked forward and replaced it with his own.

“Mmm…delicious,” he said. “And your lips aren’t bad either.”
His face was deadpan, but the look he shot her was pure blue-eyed devil.

She narrowed her eyes in jest.

He chuckled as his long fingers trailed up to her shoulder
and gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His hand prodded the back of
her head as his tongue urged her lips open for a slow, hot, possessive kiss.

She marveled at his dexterity as he—without breaking the
kiss—removed the cup from her hand and placed it on the nightstand. Any further
musing stopped the minute his empty hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs and
index fingers rolled her perky nipples.

Pleasure washed over her. “Mmm, that’s nice.” More than
nice. It was wonderfully arousing, especially when combined with his rapid
breathing and intense gaze.

He lowered his head, his mouth traded places with his
fingers and she sighed, tugging at his hair as he licked and sucked her rigid
nipples.

It wasn’t long before his jeans were off. A snap of a
button, a flick of his wrist, a hasty shove of his pants and underwear and,
naked, he joined her on the bed.

“You’ve got fantastic breasts,” he murmured, covering one
with his mouth and cupping the other with his hand. “Just perfect.”

She moaned, pleased. The heat he ignited in those two mounds
caused a ring of ripples to spread in each and every direction in her body, all
culminating at her center.

She angled her hips, seeking pressure where she needed it
most, but Nick swiveled his hips out of reach. His lips trailed down her
stomach then up again until he captured her mouth. Ah, how she loved being
kissed by him. She quivered in his arms, her body soft and expectant as his
fingers busily searched and found her channel.

“Nick,” she said breathlessly.

“Hot and wet,” he rasped in approval. His mouth fed on the
skin under her ear, trailed a line of hot kisses to the corner of her mouth and
finally pressed against hers as he thrust his tongue through her lips. His big
palm slid down to cup her ass and a frisson of need glided over her nerve
endings as his single finger stroked her clit to a frenzy.

She got so hot the primitive, driving urge blasting from her
sweet spot overruled her intention to go slow. She couldn’t wait.

“I want you inside me,” she commanded, surprised by the
determination in her tone. Her longing to be as close to him as humanly
possible almost overwhelmed her. “This is insane. Please!” she begged.

“My way,” he said, flipping her onto her stomach and tugging
her to the edge of the bed.

Ah yes!
Once again heat
washed through her. He hoisted her hips so her bottom faced him as he stood,
and Stephanie couldn’t help a shiver of excitement.

At the crinkle of a condom wrapper tearing, she glanced
back. He held his thick dick firmly in one hand and sheathed himself with the
other. When he winked, she closed her eyes as lustful anticipation rippled
through her.

He stroked her clit, teasing the ultrasensitive nerve
endings at the entrance of her channel, each time increasing the flow of her
juices. They flooded her pussy before he entered her with one sure thrust.

The way his cock filled her—hot and pulsing
and so very hard—made her gasp.

He stopped instantly. “All right?”

She nodded. Hair tumbled into her face, blocking her view of
the room as heat raged through her body. The pheromone smell of him filled her
nostrils, branding her with his scent. Blood pounded in her ears and between
her thighs. “Yes.”

His cock was a steel shaft, warm and slick, hard against her
inner walls. Her slippery juices eased the motion as he pushed himself in to
the hilt.

“So good,” she moaned, rocking back and forth in tempo with
his thrusts.

Holy Christ, the way his cock nudged the bundle of nerves
hidden in the swollen folds of her pussy was beyond wonderful—it sent her world
spinning.

“Yes, oh yes,” she cried, grinding and quivering as his
thick cock slid in and out of her wet channel. She first whispered his name,
then rasped it breathlessly and finally called out as she reared into him and
he plunged into her with heavy, purposeful strokes that seemed to go on
forever.

“Ah, Steph, you’re awesome,” he growled as he sank deeper
inside her. The change in angle sent his cock gliding over the sensitive nerves
inside her sheath and her vision began to blur. It was deliciously primitive.
The raw need between a man and a woman was ten times better with Nick.

She moaned, pressing back to meet each thrust. Sweat broke
out at the base of her breasts and along her hairline. Her nipples hardened
into little pebbles. Her clit swelled and strained between her fingers as she
added her own touch to the fun, moving her orgasm along.

“Push farther back. Yeah, that’s it. Tighten those muscles
around my dick,” he urged, his teeth clenched. “Beautiful,” he said, hips
relentlessly pounding into her.

She glanced over her shoulder at his taut face and almost
smiled at the sight of this strong man reduced to a quivering heap. Joy washed
over her at the knowledge she’d done that to him. She writhed under him, her
body a pool of heat and frenzied need.

He moaned. “You have no idea how good…”

Reaching under her body, she cupped his testicles and
squeezed gently.

He jerked forward, clawing at her hips, and cried, “Holy
shit!”

Yes, yes, yes!
She braced her
arms on the bed and pushed back farther still. She wanted more. For him to
pound his thick cock into her, fuck her until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
She wanted him to ride her until he lost control—which based on his grunts
wasn’t far away.

“Harder,” she urged.

But he kept the same rhythm, filling her with his cock,
fueling her desire, her need, driving her on. She was so close to coming.

She glanced back once again. The sight of his face at the
height of passion filled her with joy.

Her clit ached and pulsed. Further stimulation would send
her over the edge. She whimpered and clawed at the crumpled sheet, begging for
more as her pleasure built. Her pulse roared in her ears, the soles of her feet
tingled as she struggled in his grip. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”

“So am I!” he cried.

His cock pulsed and swelled, the friction against her
intimate nerve endings sending her into an upward spiral of bliss. She shut her
eyes, turning inward as her body heat rose, covering her skin in a thin layer
of sweat. Her mind swirled around and around while her inner muscles clenched,
preparing for a mind-blowing climax.

Nick pressed a finger to her clit, the final push into
orgasm. She stiffened then bucked and arched her hips as she flew into space.
Her muffled cries subsided as she buried her face in the pillow.

He ground into her, his hips jerking with release as he came
on a series of low grunts and deep thrusts.

They collapsed on the bed, panting.

* * * * *

Long after they’d finished breakfast, they crawled back into
bed and cuddled, their earlier plans to go skiing all but forgotten.

“Have you taken Viagra?”

He chortled. “No.”

Rising on one elbow, Stephanie examined the transformation
of the organ in question as it thickened and grew right before her eyes.

“I’m no expert on the matter…” She lifted her eyes to him
then back to the subject in hand, literally, as she ran a finger along the hard
ridge. “But I bet nobody has this kind of stamina without a little help.” She
was instantly rewarded with a couple of perky jerks. “Oh my!”

Nick removed her hand and kept it in his. “You’re playing
with fire,” he warned and she couldn’t help but giggle with giddy pleasure. In
response, he pulled her on top of him and clamped his mouth on hers, cupping
her face and spreading his fingers so they touched her neck.

She melted, her heart a loud drumbeat and her folds pooling
with her own juices.

He kissed her hard and deep, using his tongue and teeth, and
when he pulled back, he sighed as if ending the kiss was the hardest thing he’d
ever done. “How does a soak in an outdoor hot tub sound to you?”

She blinked. Oh wow, she’d never been in one before. She
grinned. “Really? Awesome! I’ve always wanted to try one.”

“Well, now is your chance and it’s my privilege to be the
first to show you the pleasures of outdoor soaking,” he said, wiggling his
eyebrows.

Naked outdoors in the middle of winter was wickedly
fantastic. Soaking in a hot tub, wonderfully soothing. Stephanie floated
amongst the bubbles, her breasts and knees breaking the foamy surface, her skin
glistening pleasantly. This was heaven. How could she be so lucky?

After a complete waste of a year as far as her love life
went, she had finally been awarded the jackpot. If Nick was everything he
seemed to be, he was perfect for her in every way.

“This is the best soak I’ve ever had. I’m so relaxed.”