One Sweet Night Page 3

  “You want it harder and faster?”

  “Oh…God…yes…yes!”

  After a few more leisurely forays into her pussy, he sucked her tongue into his mouth again and slammed his hips against hers.

  A shock of absolute delight surged through her. She dug her nails into his ass, shoved her hips forward and matched him thrust for thrust with a wanton hunger she made no effort to conceal.

  He tore his lips from hers and pressed his mouth against her neck. Crushing her breasts against his chest, he murmured to her softly as he moved his cock in and out of her.

  She lost herself in the joy of being fucked so deliciously after what felt like an age of abstinence. Where had this handsome, skillful lover been the last few months? How many times would he take her before he rolled away and fell asleep?

  Their first time was hard, fast and pussy pleasing luscious. They clutched at each other like two alley cats in heat. Within minutes, they were both shaking and gasping for breath. Her orgasm thundered through her.

  When she felt him punching his cock deep into her with a rough but sweet desperation she knew he was coming. Although still savoring the last remnants of her own pleasure, she held him close. There was nothing like knowing a skillful lover was erupting inside her.

  After their orgasms, she experienced a level of satisfaction that gave her pause because it wasn’t entirely physical. Feeling anything but lust with and for him was unacceptable. She was too old to have one night stands in her foyer or to lose her head over good sex. Good hell. It had been great sex.

  Her legs buckled at the intensity of her first cock-induced climax in nearly two years. To her surprise, his knees buckled too. Arms wrapped around each other and with their genitals still joined, they eased onto their knees and finally onto their sides.

  After several moments, he rolled over so he lay on top of her.

  Jule linked her arms and legs around him, feeling wanton and loving the feeling of freedom that accompanied it.

  He brushed his mouth against her parted lips. “Damn. You are so sweet.”

  Trailing her nails up his back and shoulders to stroke her fingers through his hair, she smiled. “And you are so delicious.”

  Raising his upper body so that most of his weight rested on his extended arms, he grinned down at her. “Delicious? Really?”

  She dragged the tip of her tongue over her lips. “You are utterly delicious and you feel so good too.”

  “You’re getting me aroused again.”

  A pleased grin curved her lips. “Then my plan is working.”

  He laughed and lowered his chest onto hers.

  Parting her lips, she closed her eyes.

  “So sweet,” he whispered and peppered her lips with warm, tongue-laced kisses.

  They shared several long, hot kisses before he groaned and eased off her.

  “Don’t,” she protested. Her frown turned into a smile as she watched him slipping a fresh condom over his cock.

  Noting her smile, he grinned. “Ready for round two?”

  Oh the joys of a young, virile lover, she thought, parting her legs. “I’m so ready for round two.”

  “Great minds think alike,” he told her. Stretching his big body on top of hers, he settled between her thighs. What was the emotion she saw in his eyes? Passion? Or was it lust?

  Despite what he felt, she wanted him back inside her. She caressed his shoulders. “Oh lord, that was good.”

  “Yes, it was, but I’m already over it.”

  Chapter Four

  Damn he knew how to bust a woman’s bubble. “What?”

  “Don’t look at me like that. I only meant I need you again.”

  The tension melted away. “Yeah? Well, you’re on top and in charge, so take me again.”

  “Are you ready for me now?”

  “Hell yes.”

  His fingers stroked along her clit before slipping into her pussy to test her readiness.

  A man who talked to her before, during, and after sex and who was also considerate of her feelings and pleasure? He was definitely too good to be true. Why hadn’t some lucky woman snatched him up by now?

  He slowly rubbed his groin against hers.

  A shiver of need danced down her spine.

  “I should make love to you, but I want you so badly I’m afraid this is going to be another fuck.”

  “I don’t recall complaining…”

  “Good, but I’ll make it up to you later.”

  She smiled. “I have news for you, handsome. I like being made love to, but I also like being fucked—hard and fast. There’s something sublime about having a thick, rock-hard cock rutting into my drenched pussy.”

  He rested his weight on his outstretched arms. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Bending his head, he sucked at her breasts. “Yeah? Fond of cock?”

  “Oh hell yes—especially when it’s hard and thick—like your luscious jewel.”

  He lifted his head from her breasts to gaze down at her. “The moment I saw you, I knew we’d be perfect together.”

  Perfect together? “Yeah?” She trailed the tips of her nails down his back. “So what are you planning to do about it?”

  “This.” Resting his legs between her thighs, he pushed his cock back into her with one powerful thrust.

  “Oh.”

  “Is this hard enough for you, my lovely?”

  “Yes. Oh yes. I want to feel your weight. Lie on me.”

  Complying, he caressed her lips with his. “Then get ready to have your world rocked again.”

  He pushed into her with such force she suspected she’d develop carpet burns on her butt. But with ripples of pleasure radiating from her pussy to encompass her whole body she didn’t care.

  She thrust her hips off the carpet, eager to welcome his plundering shaft back into her body.

  His hot lips bit and nibbled her breasts while he propelled his thick, hot length as deep into her wet slit as he could get it.

  “Oh…god,” she moaned, tearing her mouth away from his.

  Tightening his fingers on her ass, he fucked her as if he’d been celibate for years. His powerful movements sent endless shocks of delight through her.

  When he lifted his head to kiss her again, she moaned against his lips and burst into tiny electrified pieces that caught fire and quickly spread through her body. Her pussy gushed, her heartbeat raced and she felt as if he were claiming and branding every fiber of her soul and heart as his personal property.

  Lost under a wave of sensual delight, Jule couldn’t recall the last time she had been fucked with such a single-minded purpose. When had sex felt this all consuming? Was the sex between them more pleasing than it had been with any other man because she’d tossed all her inhibitions aside because she knew they’d never see each other again?

  He dragged his mouth from hers. Trailing his lips down her throat to her breasts, he lapped at each nipple before sucking the right one between his warm, insistent lips.

  She shuddered and came.

  Keeping his rhythm, he slapped the sides of her legs while he rode her so deep, long and hard, she moaned with bliss. She gushed so heavily she could feel her fluids oozing along one leg. Still he fucked her, driving his hot shaft into her with enough force to lengthen her climax.

  Finally, he dug his fingers into her ass and shot his cock into her with the force of a jackhammer for several long sweet minutes before he came.

  Totally and completely satisfied, she collapsed against the carpet with him still buried inside her drenched pussy.

  Jule held him, brushing her lips against his hair, enjoying the feel of his lips against her neck.

  He settled his weight on her and brushed his lips against hers. “Damn. That was good.”

  Sampling his warm lips, she curled her fingers in his silky hair. “That was beyond good.”

  Sweet, caressing lips, nibbled at her open mouth. “Good ain't the word, lady. I've never had the pleasur
e of fucking such a hot, sweet pussy.”

  My, but he had a way of making her feel sexy as hell. “I’ll bet you say that to all your conquests.”

  “No. I don’t. I’ve never had to lie to a woman to get sex.” He lifted his head and stared down at her, his gaze dark and intense. “I think I'm hooked on you.”

  Jule struggled to keep her breathing even. “Yeah? Am I supposed to believe I’m special?”

  He rubbed his chest against her breasts. “You are very special.”

  Okay, Jule, don’t lose it just because he sounds sincere. “Right.”

  “No. I mean it.”

  “Maybe you do. Men do tend to think with their cocks.”

  His lips compressed. “That wasn’t my dick talking.”

  Boy was he delusional—in a good way. It was kind of nice that he was sensitive enough that good sex went to his head and made him talk romantic nonsense. “Then what is talking?”

  “Me. I mean it. I could very easily fall hard for you.”

  She smiled, realizing she was taking the conversation far too seriously. “The feeling might be mutual.”

  “Only might?”

  What did he want or expect her to say?

  He sighed. “I hope it’s more than only might.”

  “You do? Why?”

  “Because I have a feeling I'll probably never be satisfied with another woman after what we just shared. I’ve never had the pleasure of fucking a sweeter, hotter pussy.” As he whispered the lecherous words against her parted lips, she could feel him pulsing inside her.

  Did he want her again? A woman could get addiction to sex with so eager to plunger her pussy. “You sure know how to grab and maintain a woman’s interest.”

  “I hope so because you are so damn beautiful. And you’re sexy and sweet. That’s an irresistible combination. “

  She stroked her fingers through his hair. “I’m glad you think so.”

  His hips moved against hers. “Any chance of another go round?”

  Her stomach muscles clenched. She nodded. “Yes, but not on the floor. You pounded me so hard, the carpet pattern must be imprinted on my ass by now.”

  He touched his mouth to hers. “Sorry. I meant to go easy, but hell, you felt so good I couldn't help myself. The harder and deeper I pushed into you, the better it felt.”

  She curled her fingers in his hair. They shared a long, moist kiss.

  When he dragged his lips away from her, she smiled up at him. “There’s only one thing I can do after a remark like that.”

  “And that is?”

  She stroked her palms down his back to his taunt ass. Talk about buns of steel. “Let you have as much pussy as you want,” she whispered in a shameless voice.

  Rolling them onto their sides, he reached between their bodies to rub her pussy and touch her clit. “I want a lot of pussy,” he warned.

  Such talk deserved a reward. With her tongue extended, she gave him a long slow kiss, massaging and cupping his ass in her palms until he broke the kiss and rolled her onto her back. “Damn, I feel almost dizzy.”

  She smiled. “Like older women?”

  “I like you.”

  She pinched his ass. “What’s your name?”

  “Daniel Rhoades.”

  She gave him a sleepy, sated smile. “Nice name, nice man.” Nice cock. But some things were left better unsaid.

  “What do your friends call you?”

  “Some call me Dan, most call me Daniel.”

  “What about Danny? Does anyone call you that?”

  “No.”

  “Which do you prefer? Dan or Daniel?”

  “Daniel, but I want you to call me anything you like.”

  She rubbed her palms over his ass. “Let's go to bed, my handsome Danny.”

  He eased out of her and rose.

  Glancing up at him, she noted the condom he wore and the top of his nuts glistened with her juices. Responding to his beckoning cock, she rose to her knees in front of him. She glanced up at him.

  His green eyes held a question. “Jule? Need a man up?”

  “In a moment.” She cupped her hand between his legs and removed the condom. He was still semi-erect. Putting the condom aside, she sat back on her haunches. His cock was really a thing of beauty. Did it taste as good as it looked?

  Trailing a nail down his length, she spoke in a soft voice. “I have to taste you to see if you taste as good as you look.”

  “Damn, you’re making me hot all over again.”

  She smiled up at him, briefly meeting his gaze before turning her attention back to his groin. “I’ve never been with anyone with such a thick cock.”

  “Taste me.”

  “I intend to,” she admitted, caressing his balls.

  “Do,” he urged, his voice low and impatient.

  She grinned up at him. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

  “I’m in a hurry to feel those warm lips of yours wrapped around me.”

  Jule bent her head and touched her tongue to the tip of his shaft. Then she licked the underside of him, inhaling deeply as his pubic hair tickled her nose. Deciding she liked the taste of his cum, she slowly drew the big delicious bad boy between her lips and into her mouth.

  “Oh yeah, baby. Your mouth is almost as sweet as your pussy.”

  Sliding her hands over his tight ass, she sucked his shaft and licked his big balls slowly, savoring his smell and taste.

  He groaned, cupping his hands over the back of her head.

  She tensed. If he started to thrust against her, she’d have to pull away. But she loved that although his big body shook with the effort, he didn't attempt to fuck her face. He let her control the depth and intensity of her oral loving. Because she was enjoying it, she kept it slow, but steady, determined to prolong the enjoyment for both of them for as long as possible. Finally, a shudder danced through his body and she knew he was about to lose control.

  His hands on the back of her head tightened briefly, before he released her. When he spoke his voice was husky. “Oh God, that feels good but I need to pull out now because I’m about to come.”

  Jule made a quick decision and pressed her face close to his pubic hair. Sucking him hard, she tingled with satisfaction as his cum shot into her mouth. Instinct took over allowing her to quickly swallow every drop of the creamy jets. When his hips stopped jerking, she gave his cock a long last kiss and shakily rose to her feet.

  After a brief look in her eyes, he enclosed her in a bear hug. He rubbed his chest against the tips of her breasts. “You are so sweet.”

  She smiled. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as an appreciative lover who couldn’t get enough of her. “And you have a knack for saying the right thing.”

  He released her, frowning. “I mean it.”

  “Let’s discuss it in bed.”

  “Fine, but I really do mean it.”

  She took his hand in hers and led him from the hall to her bedroom. Once there, she motioned to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  He sat on the side of the bed. “Where are you going?”

  “I need a few moments in the bathroom.”

  He caressed her ass. “Okay, but don’t shower.”

  “I won’t be long, but I’m sweaty and I could—”

  He shook his head, his dark gaze locking with hers. “You have a scent I love—that of a very satisfied woman. Don’t shower and wash it away.”

  Despite her resolve not to lose sight of the fact that only a fool or a very inexperienced woman would believe such sexy love lies, Jule was touched by his words.

  He gently squeezed her hand. “I know you’ll have to shower in the morning. But for tonight I want to savor the aroma of you.”

  Lord did he know how to push a lonely woman’s emotional buttons. “You are beyond smooth.”

  His lips compressed and he narrowed his eyes. “That wasn’t meant to be smooth. It’s the truth.”

  Why did she want to believe him? She smiled. “I’m gl
ad to hear it.”

  “That teddy is lovely and provocative, but I want to see all of you. Take it off.”

  She wasn’t sure she was ready for complete nudity with him. “I kind of like fucking with it on. I won’t be long.” She kissed his cheek and entered the bathroom.

  After taking care of her personal needs, she stared at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. She knew men generally found her pretty. Although she’d long lost the slenderness of youth, with the exception of her less than flat belly and an ass a little more padded than she’d prefer, she was generally not unhappy with her body. Her dark brown eyes sparkled and she couldn’t quite keep a very satisfied smile from her face.

  It’s one night, Jule. He’s a hot, sexy lover, but don’t lose sight of the fact that this is a fantasy. Once it’s fulfilled, it’ll be time to move on. You can enjoy what’s left of the night, but in the morning you have to get back to reality.

  The first step in that process was to stop hiding her body. She undressed, took several, deep, calming breaths and reentered the bedroom.

  He rose from the bed.

  She remained by the bedroom door.

  He crossed the room to cup her face between his palms. “You’re even more beautiful than I anticipated.”

  The compliment warmed her. She smiled. “Thank you.”

  He bent his head and touched his lips to hers. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She watched him disappear into the bathroom, admiring his tight buns before she moved over to the bed and lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs parted.

  He returned to the bedroom several minutes later, aroused and wearing a condom. As he crossed the room to the bed, she decided she was going to owe Tia big time for arranging one of the most sexually exciting nights of her life.

  He stood by the side of the bed staring at her in silence.

  Impatient to feel his big body on top of hers again, she rubbed her clit and patted herself. “Come and get it, handsome.”

  Instead of lying on top of her, he stretched out on his side, supporting his weight on one elbow. “You are so beautiful.”

  She turned on her side to face him. What was it about this handsome stranger that made her long for the impossible with him, and made her behave with such a lack of restraint?