could smell her excitement, he could taste her desire. No woman could fake that, no matter how much she was paid.
That much was real, and all his. He would cling to that. For as long as he was flicking her, he would live the fantasy, and simply push reality away. It was the only way to maintain his sanity. Fortunately, he was good at it. He'd gotten a lot of practice in shoving reality away in the past ten months. He was going to need every bit of it.
He rose to his feet, his breath sawing heavily in and out of his lungs. “You're going to leave your bra on?” he demanded to know.
The pink in Raine's cheeks deepened as she reached behind herself to unhook it. She froze in place, staring at him and holding the plain white garment over her breasts.
He was impatient with the teasing game. Her mouth opened in a silent “Oh” as he wrenched the bra off of her and flung it away. She crossed her arms swiftly across her chest.
This was very different from his fantasies. He had imagined her eyes glowing with sultry invitation as she got right down to business, sinking gracefully to her knees in front of him; drawing his stiff, aching shaft into her mouth with practiced skill. Or there were a number of other scenarios, any one of which would have done nicely.
She did none of these things. She just stood there, breath jerky and shallow, her face flushed bright pink. Most of the lipstick was gone from her trembling mourn. Her mascara was smudged under her wide, dazzled eyes. One slender arm was locked across her chest and her breasts bulged over the top of it. The other hand shielded her crotch. Her body shook, a fine, rapid tremor, and she stared at his body as if she had never seen a man naked before.
Whatever. It worked for him. Having a gorgeous woman stare at his cock as if it were one of the seven wonders of the world did great things for his ego. A man's cock could never get enough female appreciation.
Seth pried her arm away from the plump, pink-tipped perfection of her tits with some difficulty. Her hand was cold and trembling, and he knew exactly how to warm it. He wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft. The coolness of her hand was delicious against his burning flesh, and he groaned with pleasure.
His hand tightened around hers as he showed her how he liked his cock to be stroked; long, firm pulls milking him all the way to the tip. He slid her palm around the head, moistening it with pearly drops of pre-come so that her hand could slide up and down the length of him, slick and silky. Her other hand was hovering over him as if she wanted to use it too, but was afraid to make a mistake. She let out a terrified little squeak as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to her face. “Lick your palm,” he ordered.
She blinked, and her wet tongue flicked out, licking her palm delicately. He took a deep breath, jolted by pure lust, and hung on to his control. “Again,” he said roughly. “Make it really wet.”
Her head bowed and she obediently licked her hand, then gasped when he pulled it down and wrapped it around his cock. He moved both of her hands with rough eagerness. 'Touch me harder,” he urged. “Don't worry, you won't hurt me.”
Raine made a soft, wondering sound, and hid her hot face against his chest. Her fragrant hair tickled his nose, and her hands grew more confident in their grip, dragging a groan of pleasure out of him. His hands wandered over her eagerly, skimming her soft swells and dips and curves. Her breath hitched in her chest as he cupped her soft, full breasts, rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingertips.
Her hands were growing bolder, pulling him dangerously close to the brink. He had miscalculated, in his zeal to get her going. He was too turned on for this kind of play, if he didn't want to explode right now.
He reached down and trapped her hands in his. She rubbed her rosy, humid cheek against his chest, and gently kissed his flat brown nipple. Her tongue flicked out, licking his chest as her soft hands tightened around his cock. She peeked up at him shyly, gauging his reaction. “You're salty” she said, sounding fascinated. “You taste good.”
That was it. He couldn't wait any longer.
Seth shoved her back against the low dresser and lifted her up onto the smooth surface, wedging his thighs between hers. She was so beautiful he didn't know where to begin. Her hair rippled down over her taut, flushed breasts, her slim waist. He ran his hands greedily over her ribs, the deep indentation of her waist, and shoved her soft, rounded white thighs wider, until he could see the glistening pink folds of her cunt inside the damp ringlets.
She clutched his shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. Her hands were warm now, but still shaking, and she moaned, almost inaudibly, as he trailed his fingers across her moist, sultry flesh. She was drenched and silky soft. More than ready. Her hot, womanly smell waited up, making him salivate. Later, he was going to wallow in the luscious tenderness of her cunt, bury his face in it and lap it up like a starving man. But not yet His cock wanted what it wanted, and he didn't feel like fighting it anymore.
Her gaze locked with his as he slid a finger inside her sheath, testing her. It was going to be a tight fit, but she was slick and soft, and clenching eagerly around his finger. She was dying for it.
He withdrew his finger slowly and circled it around her rosy, swollen clit “You like that?”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips jerking against his hand. “Yes,” she gasped out
“You liked touching my cock?” he persisted.
Raine closed her eyes tightly and nodded.
He watched her carefully. “You're ready to take me inside of you?”
Her hips pulsed eagerly as he slid his slick, gleaming finger in and out of her. Another mute nod, and he was satisfied.
He grabbed one of the condoms he had scattered across the dresser and ripped it open. He rolled it swiftly onto himself, lifting her legs and draping them over his elbows. The low dresser was the perfect height for him to spread her out and take the plunge.
She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes glowing with tremulous hope, her soft white thighs spread out in trusting surrender. Wide open, defenseless. The look on her face made him want to cradle the delicate curve of her cheek in his hand, to touch her tenderly, reverently.
Not good. This was not what he had signed up for. It was wacked, it was crazy, and it was making his gut ache with something that felt remarkably similar to fear.
Seth pushed the feeling savagely aside, concentrating on the lust that clawed and maddened him. He positioned the blunt tip of his cock inside her, nudging it into the tender folds until it was firmly lodged. He pushed, expecting to glide into her with one slick, seamless thrust.
It didn't happen. She was incredibly tight, the tiny muscles tense and rigid, resisting him. He pushed harder, sweat dropping into his eyes, and she made a sharp, choked sound, gripping his shoulders.
None of this was going as he had anticipated. He should have been already caught up in a storm of sexual oblivion, slamming himself into the slick, eager depths of this beautiful woman, lost in the driving rhythms of wild, untrammeled, mindless sex.
Instead, he was standing stock still, teeth clenched, in an agony of reluctance to hurt her.
She sensed his frustration, and tugged at his shoulders with a tiny wince, enveloping a little more of him. The clinging caress of her body threatened his control, and he grabbed her hips and held them still. A shaky, uncertain smile curved her mouth, sending a surge of unwelcome, unwanted emotion rocketing through him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I need a little more time before we, um ... do that.”
He withdrew and took himself in hand, gently caressing up and down the length of her cleft with the tip of his cock, long, soft, licking strokes that made her shudder and gasp. “You're very tense,” he said.
A ripple of nervous laughter vibrated through her. “Maybe it’s you who’s very big.”
He grunted derisively. For God's sake, he wasn't that big. His cock was good-sized, yes; certainly nothing to complain about, but it was not immense. He pulled her off the dresser and onto her feet. She stumbled, steadying herself against his chest, and looked at him with huge, questioning eyes.
“Go lie down,” he snapped.
She hesitated, looking nervous and uncertain. He gestured impatiently towards the bed.
She started to say something, but the look on his face evidently changed her mind. She bit her lip and silently did as she was told.
He stared at the tangled blond hair rippling down her back, the swell of her perfect ass as she bent to pull down the coverlet. She was so docile, so unsure of herself. So different than what he had expected. It was making him angry, restless and disoriented. This was supposed to be all about sex. Pure, naked, steaming sex.
