Absolute Love: A Hot, Romantic Suspense Series, Book 3 (The Carlisle Sisters) (11 page)

"It's about time I started being a grown up.
 
The spoiled child act was getting me nowhere," she grimaced.

"I would say that you've learned your lesson.
 
And you are about to reap the rewards for doing the hard work," he said slyly.
 

London moved to loom over her.

"Now it's time for another type of lesson," he said.

"I don't know if I'm up to it.
 
All of that culpability is exhausting," she sighed, feigning a yawn.
 
"I think I'll just go to sleep."

She tried to turn away from him but he grasped her upper arms to detain her.

"I think not.
 
The tutorials are just beginning," he grinned.

London dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers in a scorching kiss.
 
Wicked sensations coursed through her body as his tongue explored her mouth.
 
She pulled him atop her slim frame and gloried in the feel of his weight on her body.
 
London had on cotton pajama shorts and she could feel his erect penis pushing against the thin material.
 

She raised her hips to better feel his cock against the apex of her desire and moaned hungrily at the touch of him. She reached down and pushed London's shorts from his hips.
 
When she'd done all she could from her position, he rose up to finish the task and then knelt before her, allowing her to peruse him at her leisure.

Jennifer's glittering blue eyes roamed his athletic, toned body.
 
She had seen that his thighs were muscular and fit when he'd worn shorts for their hike.
 
But seeing them now in their naked splendor was breathtaking.
 

She lightly caressed them, slowly inching her way to the core of his manhood.
 
She ached to touch and taste the organ that was nestled in trimmed blond hairs.
 
Excitement was building within her and needed to feel him in her mouth; to suckle him and cause him to tremble with pleasure.

She rose and caught his thick, long penis in both hands.
 
She marveled at the size of him and wondered what he would feel like inside of her.
 
She longed to find out but at the moment she had to lick the length of him.

She glided her tongue along his cock until she reached his balls, leaving her fingers behind to play with them as she changed direction.
 
As she trailed her tongue up toward its head, she felt him twitching with delight in her other hand.
 
When she finally reached the tip, she took just the head of his penis into her mouth, sucking firmly and moving back and forth over it's ridge.

"Jen!"
 
he groaned.

He held her head in place, running his hands through her hair and massaging her scalp, as she continued toying with the tip of him.
 
Jennifer loved how he felt in her mouth and could have sucked his cock for hours.
 
And he clearly was enjoying it, as well.
 
But then he surprised her by drawing her nightgown straps from her shoulders and easing her onto her back.
 
He stripped her gown from her and tossed it to the floor before spreading her legs.
 

"Your turn," he grinned.

Jennifer caught her breath when he went down on her.
 
She'd always loved for a man to eat her pussy but London took it to a whole new level that she couldn't begin to describe.
 
She writhed in pleasure as his tongue drove her to the edge of the brink.
 

Jennifer could feel her passion rising to a boiling point.
 
As his tongue continued to work its magic, he slid a thick finger into her and began manipulating her g-spot.
 
With his other hand caressing her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples, she felt like she was going to explode.
 

"London.
 
I can't....I'm going..." she trailed off.

He rose above her.

"Let's come together," he whispered.
 

London positioned his penis at her center then pushed into her.
 
Jennifer expanded beautifully to accept him.
 
She was perfectly snug and warm; just the way he liked it.
 

He began to thrust into her, slowly at first, then faster.
 
Soon he was pumping hard and fast and Jennifer knew that she was lost.
 
She let herself go and fell into an amazing climax just as London signaled his release with a deep groan.
 

Their union was phenomenal; unlike anything that Jennifer had ever felt.
 
London collapsed upon her and they panted rapidly, each attempting to catch their breath.
 
She wrapped her arms around him and felt his heart pounding against her chest.
 
Then he rolled off of her.

"I'm too heavy, babe," he murmured.

"I like your weight," she whispered, urging him back onto her.

"Don't worry.
 
You'll feel it again very soon.
 
Just give me a minute," he chuckled.

She laughed.

"I can't wait.
 
You were splendid," she said shyly as she tucked her head into his shoulder.

He lifted her chin and looked into her brilliant blue eyes.

"I've never been with a woman who made me feel so alive and sexually charged.
 
I felt like Superman with you," he murmured.

"Does that make me Wonder Woman?"
 
she quipped.

They laughed.

"Well, these two super heroes will be busy day and night exploring the world of sexual fantasy and..."
 
he stopped.

"And what?"
 
she asked.

"And life, in general," he said suddenly solemn.

"I would like that," she said softly.

She breathed deeply then was silent.
 
London knew that she had fallen asleep.
 
He remained awake for quite some time thinking about what he had said.
 

He realized that Jennifer was the woman that he wanted in his life on a permanent basis.
 
His words had summed up what he wanted perfectly:
 
a life with Jennifer.
 
And intended to have it.

*****
 

Jennifer awoke to her cell phone ringing.
 
She rolled over to look at the clock and groaned when she saw that it was eight o'clock.
 
She really wasn't a morning person.
 
And this
was
supposed to be her vacation.
 

She looked over her shoulder and saw that London's side of the bed was empty.
 
She'd already learned that he was crazy about mornings.
 
Maybe with enough practice she would be, too.
 
After all, it
had
been fun getting up for the hike they'd gone on together.
 
She made a mental note to try rising early the next morning.

Her phone continued to ring and she decided she may as well answer it.
 
She grabbed it from the nightstand and smiled when she looked at the screen.

"Hi, Beth," she said, surprisingly upbeat.

"Good morning!
 
You sound like you've been up for hours," Beth said.
 
"I was afraid I was going to wake you up!"

"Rising early is written on that new leaf I've turned over," she giggled.
 
"What's up?"

"Boy, I'm still not used to this new you," Beth laughed.

Jennifer laughed with her.
 
It felt good.
 
She looked forward to more of it in the future.

"Well, why have you called before dawn?"
 
Jennifer joked.

"It's not
that
early," Beth huffed, a smile in her voice.
 
"I'm calling because I thought the four of us could get together to discuss the problem you and London are having.
 
Grey has an idea that he might work."

"I would love to hear it.
 
Let's have lunch here.
 
I'll order a feast!"
 
Jennifer said.

"Great.
 
We'll see you at noon," Beth confirmed.

"Okay.
 
Bye," Jennifer replied.

Jennifer sat quietly on the side of the bed.
 
She had wanted to tell Beth that she loved her when she said goodbye, but refrained.
 
Maybe it was too soon to get so sentimental with Beth.
 
She needed to give their relationship time to nurture.
 
After all, she had only apologized the day before.

After standing and stretching, Jennifer moved into the bathroom to go through her morning ritual.
 
She turned on the shower and tested the water.
 
Its temperature was perfect.
 
It was already warming up in her bungalow and the cool water would feel great on her heated skin.
 

She dropped her robe and stepped into the shower.
 
Positioning herself directly under the shower head, she lifted her face to the smooth, slightly chilled water.
 

She had stepped back from the water to reach for the bath gel when the shower door opened.
 
She turned quickly and was surprised to see London standing in the doorway, completely naked.
 
She smiled.

"London," she gasped.

"I see we have the same idea," he drawled.

"Don't you know that it's impolite to disturb a woman's bath," she asked impishly.

He stepped into the shower and shut the door, ignoring her warning.

"I believe this is a shower, not a bath.
 
There's a huge difference," he grinned.

"No there isn't," she retorted playfully.

"Oh, yes, there is," he said, stepping closer to her.
 
"For instance, you can't do
this
in a bathtub..."

He wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her.
 
His hands glided down her slick body and when they fell upon her hips he gently turned her around.
 
Reaching up and cupping her breasts with both hands as his mouth explored her neck, he pressed firmly against her from behind.
 

Jennifer moaned as his rock hard cock fell into the gap between her buttocks and she pushed back into him.
 
He leaned against her, easing her forward into a bent position before standing back up straight.
 
Then, gripping his manhood in one hand and her hair in the other, he guided himself to her opening.

Jennifer loved how London took control.
 
She had always been such a sexual being but she had never come across a man like London who not only had the right equipment, but knew how to use it.
 
He filled her on both a physical and spiritual level like she had never been before.

She climaxed fast and hard and felt exhilarated when his seed spilled into her.
 
The sensations were pure and flawless and without bounds.
 
So were her feelings.
 
She knew she was falling in love with London.
 
And she prayed he felt the same way about her.

*****

Jennifer was out on the terrace, busily setting out plates and flatware.
 
She had hosted many dinners in her time and, while she was used to someone else setting the table for her, she certainly knew how to do it.
 
And she was surprised to find how good it felt to do so.
 
Maybe next time she'd even do the cooking herself, though she wasn't as well versed in that.

London walked out and immediately stopped in his tracks, admiring the view.
 
She wore a red halter romper that showed off her long and tanned legs.
 
But it was her rounded bottom that he liked best.
 
His cock immediately began to rise to attention.
 

Jennifer was one sexy woman and he wanted her every time he laid eyes on her.
 
She seemed to draw out the animalistic nature in him.
 
Thankfully, his aggressiveness had not shocked her.
 
To the contrary, she had repeatedly met his ferocity with reckless passion, making him want her even more.
 

Their time together in the shower came to his mind and made him ache for her.
 
He moved to stand behind her and pulled her buttocks against his erection.

"London!
 
We can't," she gasped.

"We can," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck.

"No, we can't," she said firmly.
 
"Beth and Grey will be here in just a few minutes."

She took several deep breaths, regretting their limited time as much as he did.