She took her clothes off as she watched him. There were so many times when she had been struck by the similarities between them, but now she celebrated the differences in them. His height and mass against her smaller frame were something she had initially worried about, but he kept himself tightly leashed. There was nothing out of control about him. Which made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t realized she needed.
There was something so reassuring about Conrad and his control. He wanted her, but if she changed her mind, she knew that Conrad wouldn’t force himself on her. That was freeing in a way that nothing else could be.
She lowered her head and traced the path her fingers had taken with her tongue. He tasted a bit salty and his skin was warm. She heard the ragged intake of his breath as she scooted back on his thighs and moved lower across his torso. His stomach was ridged with muscles and she had to admit, she liked it. Personally she’d never wanted to be muscly or work out, but she was glad he did.
She felt his hand in her hair, massaging her scalp, and then his other arm moved languidly around her, tracing a seemingly random pattern on her back and shoulder and then his touch moved to her collarbone. She held her own breath as his neared her breast. His thumb stroked over her nipple and she felt it harden, and her breasts became heavier and fuller with need. She turned her head. Noticed that thick cock between his legs and shifted around so she could touch it with her tongue as she closed her hand around his shaft.
He arched his hips slightly and she took just the tip of him into her mouth. Then she sucked him in deeper as she stroked him. Her other hand moved to his balls, squeezing them lightly as his thumb continued to rub back and forth across her nipple. She felt his big hand on her butt. First cupping one cheek, and then his fingers lightly tracing between her cheeks. She clenched her pussy as she dampened. His fingers moved lower but still so slowly.
She continued to suck him deeper into her mouth but her attention was torn between his big cock and his fingers on her most intimate flesh. He drew his finger light around the opening of her body and she spread her legs a bit wider but he just still moved around the opening. She squeezed his sac and then took him deeper into her throat, enjoying the feeling of him in her mouth and the way he reacted. His thumb on her nipple stopped moving and he arched underneath her again.
She smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of having this big man under her control. She moved closer to the side of his body as she could take more of him in her mouth and continue to drive him crazy with lust.
He shifted on the bed and she felt him lift one of her legs to slide between them. His mouth was on her feminine center, parting the folds of her body and finding her clit with his tongue. He flicked it over her; her own mouth went slack on his erection as sensual flames licked through her. She arched her own hips trying to get more of his mouth.
But he just kept licking her, as if he had all the time in the world. She wanted more. But Conrad wasn’t going to be rushed. She sucked harder on his cock and his hips started moving under her, just two thrusts before he pulled himself back and free of her mouth. He tumbled her onto her back, his hands coming to her hips to hold her on the bed as his mouth stayed busy between her legs.
“Conrad...”
“Shh...let me give this to you,” he said against her skin. She shivered at the heat of his breath against her clit, and the sound of his words resonated within her body, sending a deep shaft of desire through her.
She arched her back, putting her hands in his thick hair and holding his head to her as she lifted herself into the lashings of his tongue. He continued to trace her pussy with his other finger. She couldn’t take much more teasing when he pushed his finger up into her body.
She cried out his name as her walls tightened around it, twisting her fingers in his hair and holding him to her body as her orgasm washed over her. His mouth stayed busy between her legs until her thighs fell wide open. She tried to pull him up her body, but he just stayed where he was.
His fingers still inside of her, he turned his head looking up. As their eyes met, she knew that something was happening between them that she wasn’t ready for. Not sex. Not the intimacy that came with sharing her body with him, but something else. Something deeper that she felt all the way to her soul.
Something that, if she were honest, she couldn’t define. But as she reached for his shoulders and tried to draw him up, she realized that there was a part of her that never wanted to let him go.
Even if he couldn’t be hers.
Despite the fact that he was fun and this felt like the start of something new, they were both too damaged for a relationship between them to work. He needed someone who could help reach the innocence he’d lost and she needed...well, when as he kissed her belly button and his hands closed over her breasts, his palms rubbing her nipples and making that slow burn start again low in her body, she wasn’t surewhatshe needed. Part of her thought it was him. But the smarter part knew it couldn’t be.
Conrad had almost come in her mouth, which hadn’t been at all what he’d planned, so he’d pulled himself back from the edge. She’d tasted so good and when she’d orgasmed under his lips, that had again torn at his self-restraint but he had a deep well he drew from to keep himself under tight control. Normally sex wasn’t a place where he had to fight with himself, but Indy was different.
She tasted so good. Like a dish that had all the best ingredients and flavors, including that elusive taste of umami. That fifth was heady and addictive. He was starting to crave her and admitted only to himself that he might not ever get enough of her. A smart man would only take this woman to bed once or else risk a life-long obsession to her. So he wanted to make this last.
He needed to make this last.
Wanted to explore every inch of her body and create a memory that would last the rest of his life. Because if this afternoon with Indy had shown him anything, it was that he could find a place for himself back here in GC. The only problem was him. Holding on to past hurts and grudges. He knew he should be the bigger man, but the truth was he still wasn’t sure if he could be.
He knew a gentleman would start at her mouth and work down but he hadn’t. And he wasn’t going to deny himself any part of her body. Right now she was spread out on the bed and he was still between her legs, his hands on her small but ample breasts. He was going slowly, didn’t want her to feel trapped by him. He knew he was a big man, so he wanted her to always know that she was the one truly in control.
Her hands were on his torso again, her fingers moving lower. He shifted up next to her on the bed so that he was along her side. He put one arm under her head, lifting her shoulders as he leaned down and took a dark pinkish nipple into his mouth. His other hand traced a pattern on her stomach, rubbing over her belly button as he flicked his tongue against her.
He felt her hand around his erection and knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept that up. He had learned to control his responses to pain, but pleasure...this kind of pleasure was rare. When he had sex, he was legendary for his stamina...which he now realized may have been a complete lie. Her hands on his body were the best kind of aphrodisiac. And he didn’t want to resist.
Why was he dragging this out? Why was he denying himself what she was so eager to give him? But the why was right there in the back of his mind. They were dangerous for each other. It felt like they could be each other’s salvation or destruction.
She pushed against him and though her touch couldn’t budge him, he let her urge him over onto his back and she straddled him, her hands on his shoulders. He fondled her breasts as she did so. Their eyes met and something unspoken passed between them. For himself it was all deep affection and caring. The two things he’d thought he’d burned out of his body with partying and fighting years ago.
But Indy was showing him that he hadn’t. She licked her lips and gave him a tentative smile as she positioned herself over his cock. He sat up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips, and the tip of his erection slipped into her pussy.
She gasped as he did. Their eyes met again and this time he forced his mind to stop and just enjoy this moment with her. He shifted his hips and pushed himself deeper into her. She was so tight and felt so damned good that his instinct was to roll over and drive himself into her again and again until they were both screaming each other’s names as they came. But he took a deep breath and held himself still as she adjusted to his girth.
She kissed the spot where his shoulder and neck met. “Why are you covered in thorns?”
“To keep the pain inside,” he said truthfully.