A Lover's Call (6 page)

She pulled away from him, saying what he’d been thinking. “I couldn’t possibly eat right now. Would it be too forward of me to suggest we go up to your room?” Her delicious, sultry voice was even sexier in person. Richard felt his cock unfolding in his pants, his erection hard as a rock.

They rode up in the wood-paneled elevator to his floor, sharing the car with two businessmen who stared straight ahead. Richard used his keycard and pushed the door open, gesturing for Rachel to enter first. As he shut the door behind him, his carefully contained reserve fell away. His promise to himself to go slow with her—to pace himself according to her needs—was forgotten.

Taking her in his arms, he pushed her up hard against the wall. His mouth forced hers open and his tongue found hers, drawing her breath as he kissed her. His hands were on either side of her face, his fingers tangled in her hair. Her kiss was impossibly sweet, her breathy sighs driving him mad with desire. Finally he pulled back as Rachel gasped for breath, leaning weakly against the wall.

“Rachel,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.” Rachel blushed sweetly as he leaned down, lightly grazing her lips with his and then tasting the soft skin at the hollow of her throat. She was breathing hard and he could feel her heart beating against him. He knew he should slow down but he was on fire, lusting for the woman he’d teased and adored from afar for all this time.

His hands found her breasts, stroking them and then gliding down her body, down her flanks, between her legs. His hand slipped under her dress. He cupped her pussy over her panties, which were damp with her desire. Rachel moaned, pushing against him like an animal in heat. Richard managed to control his impulse to rip her dress from her body.

Instead he began to slowly unbutton the small buttons that ran the length of its front. She didn’t try to stop him, though she turned her head away. Her shyness merely fueled his savage lust. As the dress fell open, he stared at her breasts, which were packaged prettily in pink satin and lace. Richard leaned his face down, dipping into the cleavage and breathing deeply as he pressed her breasts together on either side.

Reaching behind her, Richard released the clasps of her bra so it fell open, hanging uselessly above her round, high breasts. Rachel’s hands came up to cover her chest. Gently Richard pulled them away. He dipped his head, his mouth seeking her nipple. Taking it gently between his teeth, he felt it engorge and stiffen with desire. She moaned as he suckled the other breast, her hands cupping his head.

Richard drew his hands down her flat belly and over the curve of her hips. Kneeling, he slid his hands down her smooth, slender legs, slipping the straps of her sandals off her heels as she obligingly stepped out of them. Standing again, he pushed the open dress from her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. Tucking his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he pulled them down her long thighs, dragging them past her calves to her ankles.

Kneeling, he leaned his face in close to her sex, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Rachel slammed her legs together. “I can’t. Please,” she entreated.

“Oh my love,” Richard whispered tenderly. Gently he nuzzled his nose against her soft pubic curls. “Don’t be nervous, angel girl. You’re so soft. You smell so sweet. Like honeysuckle. I want to taste you. Remember—you belong to me. We know that now for sure, don’t we? We’re together at last and you belong to me. And now,” standing, he took her hand and led her toward the large, high bed in the center of the room, “I want you to prove it.”

He knelt between his lover’s legs so his face was level with her sex and spread her thighs with his strong hands. Rachel struggled even though she was so aroused she thought she could come from one more brush of his fingers. She tried to close her thighs, half sitting up but he was too strong for her.

“Rachel, stop that silliness. I want you. I want to taste you.” He spread her labia with gentle fingers. Rachel struggled again, the blood beating in her face and neck. She had never let a man even
look
at her down there much less lick her! “Please,” she begged, her voice ragged.

Richard spoke softly, though his strong hands still gripped her thighs, baring her pussy to his eager view. “It’s me, Rachel. Forget whatever preconceived notions you have about your pussy or oral sex or anything that’s troubling you. Don’t forget, you belong to me. Submit with grace, my lovely girl.”

His hand was touching her sex, gently tracing the sweet curves of her labia with whisper-soft fingers while the other hand still firmly held her thigh. Rachel gave in, too needy from his touch to resist further. As Richard brushed her pussy again with his fingers, Rachel shivered with pleasure. His fingers slid lower, seeking her entrance, drawing out the moisture and sliding back up over her clit.

“Oooooo,” she moaned, low and guttural, her eyes closing.
Slowly Richard eased his head close to her spread pussy, touching the hood of her clit with his tongue. Rachel shuddered but didn’t pull away. Richard leaned forward, breathing deeply and then he licked her in one long sweet sweep, like a cat at its cream. His hands were on either thigh, pressing her wider as his tongue sought the center of her. She started to struggle again but he held her down.

The sheer pleasure, the hot melting ecstasy of his mouth on her sex finally short-circuited her brain, shutting off the fears and the affectation of prudery. “Sweet Jesus,” Rachel cried as his tongue teased her with its promise of intense release. Rachel melted back into the bed, giving in at last to his loving onslaught. He licked and suckled her until she was gasping and panting, her hands gripping his head, holding him against her as she ground her hips in wanton need.

As her body shuddered and bucked against him, Richard continued to kiss and lick her. Her cries became one long keen of ecstasy as she came harder and longer than she ever had in her life. Weakly she pushed him away, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Richard sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were bright with lust as he watched her slowly sit up, her long hair obscuring her face.

He stood slowly in front of his naked lover. He was still fully clothed in a pale yellow button-down shirt and black trousers. As Rachel watched, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the thick carpet at his feet.

His chest was well-muscled and strong, with curly hair in a triangle at his sternum, thinning to a straight line down his belly. “Get up,” he commanded, his eyes gleaming. “Kneel in front of me and unbuckle my belt. Take it off and hand it to me.”

Rachel’s eyes widened but she hurried to obey him, kneeling at his feet, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled the soft leather belt. She held it up to him and his fingers closed over hers for a moment, stilling their tremor in his large, warm hand.

He sat on a chair and gestured for Rachel to drape herself over his lap. She stood hesitantly, her arms wrapped around her torso as she bit her lip. “Oh Richard,” she started to protest.

“Hush now,” he admonished gently. “You need this, my love. It’s further proof that you are mine. Don’t you, even through your fear, crave the kiss of this soft leather?” Rachel stood in front of her lover, staring at the honey-brown belt he held in his hands. Her bottom actually tingled in anticipation of its touch.

She let out a long, slow sigh. She had come too far to deny it now. “Yes,” she admitted. “Yes, I am afraid, but yes, I want it. I’ve always wanted
it,
only I never knew it before. Please, Richard. Use it. Use it on me. I need it.”

Her voice was low, the sex raw in her tone. Richard smiled tenderly but his eyes were smoldering. He pulled her forward, forcing her over his knees. Rachel held his legs, balancing herself against him, squeezing her eyes shut, tensing her body. Instead of the slicing pain she was girding herself
for,
she felt only the light smack of leather against her ass, barely more than a swat.

She relaxed a little, easing her grip on his legs, taking a deep breath. The next strokes were not as gentle. Each stroke was slightly harder than the last until she was panting, again gripping tightly to his pant legs. Her ass was on fire and she shifted and wriggled against him, trying to avoid the constant rain of leather against her cheeks. She found that each stroke was like a direct touch to her sex, which was blazing now, dripping with need.

Finally she could tolerate no more and her hands flew to her bottom, trying to protect herself from the blows. Richard dropped the strap and she felt his hands smoothing away the sting in slow, soft circles. “What a brave, wonderful girl you are,” he murmured, and Rachel felt a surge of submissive pride. He lifted her to a sitting position on his lap as he gently kissed her cheek.

“What do you say?” Richard asked, trying to look stern, though his eyes were dancing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, meaning it.

Slowly Rachel stood up, any trace of shyness or embarrassment gone. She held out her hand and Richard took it, allowing her to help him stand. Without a word, Rachel knelt in front of her lover. First she removed his loafers. Gently she rolled down his socks, slipping each one carefully off his foot. Richard stood silently, letting Rachel set the pace. Kneeling up, she unbuttoned his fly and with a sudden wanton impulse, dragged down the tag of his zipper with her teeth.

She pulled his pants past his sizable erection and down his firmly muscled thighs and calves. He stepped out of his pants and stood in black cotton briefs, his penis clearly outlined against the fabric.

Rachel was mesmerized as she pulled the underwear from his body. She had never really examined a naked man before. Men had lain in her bed and used her body, but she had never had the inclination or erotic impulse to explore them in kind. She realized suddenly she must have been a rather boring lover.

She forgot the old boyfriends as she focused on Richard’s bare body. She found herself consumed with this gorgeous man. She wanted to inhale him, to take him into herself, to merge with him on some profound level. Forgetting her own pruderies and fears, she buried her nose in his pubic hair, relishing his musky, sexual scent.

Without his request or indeed his permission, her mouth opened and Rachel licked the head of Richard’s cock, sliding her tongue sensually over its smooth dome. She liked its spongy texture and the silky feel of his shaft. Her tongue traced the line of a single throbbing vein that went vertically along its center. Mentally she compared his perfect cock to the toy one she’d spent so much money on at the sex store.

This one was infinitely lovelier. It was warm and yielding to her kiss, though hard as iron beneath the smooth skin. Richard groaned softly as she took the shaft into her mouth, leaning over him to take it farther. She slipped down, taking as much as she could and then slid back, massaging it with her lips and tongue as she moved. Her hands cupped his balls, instinctively maintaining a delicate touch, though her mouth was moving faster now as her own lust fueled her kisses.

“Rachel, my love,” Richard murmured, grabbing handfuls of her thick hair to steady himself against her perfect onslaught. Rachel felt his pleasure pulsing in his cock. She felt wild and powerful, a primal sex goddess controlling her lover with her tongue and her hands.

She was eager for him to orgasm, anticipating the soft shooting of pearly liquid against her tongue. But instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled away, his breathing labored, his body hot to the touch. “No, not yet,” he gasped. “Not yet. I want to make love to you.”

She nodded, her eyes wide, locked on his. She noticed the smile lines etched on either side of his face. This was a kind man, she could see. But right now his eyes were hooded with lust, which further ignited her desire. Reaching down to his discarded trousers, Richard pulled out a little silver packet. Quickly he slipped the pre-lubricated condom over his erection as Rachel lay down on the bed.

He fell over her, his strong body pinning her down as he kissed her mouth. He touched the head of his cock to her slick entrance and Rachel moaned, shifting her body to receive him. Teasingly he held himself away, only the tip of his cock touching her wetness. He pulled back as she arched forward until his cock hovered just above her pussy. Slowly he lowered himself down again. This time he went a little farther, just entering her, making her groan.

“Please,” she
whispered,
her voice ripe with need.

“Please, what?” Richard teased.

Forgetting her reticence, her years of conditioned shy behavior, Rachel blurted, “Please fuck me! Please! I need it so bad!”

Rachel felt as if she had a fever. Her bared pussy was swollen and glistening. Richard plunged into her, drawing a scream of pleasure from his lover. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, writhing and shifting beneath him, desperate to take his perfect shaft deeper and deeper inside her. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss as he thrust inside her. With each movement his pubic bone ground against her engorged clit. When he took her wrists, pinning her arms over her head, Rachel felt herself lifted onto the crest of a tumultuous orgasm.

His strong hands and body holding her down as he claimed her in this most primal and delicious of ways sent Rachel careening over the edge of blinding pleasure. She cried his name as she came, bucking beneath him as he held her fast. He jerked hard inside her, his body spasming its release in a series of shudders that finally subsided as he fell heavily against her.