Compromising Positions (An Erotic Romance Novel) (20 page)

“Yes. My God, yes.”

“Now, the vibrator. On your ass.”

She turned it on, smoothed on some KY over her anus and explored herself with the buzzing tip. It sent humming energy through her whole body. Her muscles tensed, right down to her toes.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Oh!”

“Inside. Fuck your ass.”

She concentrated on relaxing her asshole, willing it to open. But it was impossible. So turned on her pussy was nearly in spasm, she couldn’t possibly relax a muscle south of her waist. She pushed the vibrator inside, and the buzz shot through her body, shoving her over the edge and into an explosive, convulsing orgasm.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Come for me. That’s it. Show the camera all those sweet juices. Part your cheeks.”

It was so hard for her to think in the midst of an orgasm, her body wracked by tremors. But she did what he said, feeling him close, filming her ass clenching and unclenching around the vibrator.

When the orgasm eased to a twitch, she pulled it out and glanced over her shoulder. The camera was inches from her pussy. And Gabe had the most amazing expression on his face.

He looked like he’d fuck her all night long. That was one expression she couldn’t ignore.

Oh, yes. She was ready. Thrilled, she rolled over onto her back and spread her thighs as wide as she could. “Do you like what you see? Want to see more?”

“Hell, yes! Show me more.”

She chuckled at his obvious eagerness, wishing he’d ditch the camera and make love to her. She was hot for him, her pussy demanded him inside. Her body begged for his embrace. But, judging from his wide eyes and huge smile, he hadn’t lost control yet and wouldn’t give up recording. She would have to make him lose control.

How?

She began slowly, parting her labia and making circles over her clit. It was still supersensitive after that last orgasm, and she had to use a light touch. But slowly, the biting edge evaporated, leaving the familiar pleasant feeling of growing arousal. She lifted her other hand to her breast and played with her nipples. Dammit, what did they usually say in those movies? “See how hot I am for you? My pussy wants you so bad.” Oh Lord, please don’t let me laugh.

He growled but didn’t move from his position, hovering over her, camera in front of his face.

Knowing she was being filmed was driving her crazy. Heat spread out across her body, and her thigh muscles tightened. “I need you. Inside.”

“Just a little bit more.”

Her eyes were clamped closed, and she couldn’t force them open. A million images flashed through her mind as she teased her clit and breasts mercilessly for him, for the camera.

Something tickled her stomach, stroking up and down. Smooth. She glanced down.

A dildo. One huge dildo.

She gripped it in her hand. It felt almost like the real thing—nah. On went some KY, and then she teased her pussy with the tip. Damn, that felt good!

“This is great, love. You’re so willing to please me. So eager to try things, to explore with me. We’ll have a lifetime to discover each other.”

She slipped it inside. “Oh!” It wasn’t Gabe, but it was damn near close.

“Oh, yeah. Imagine it’s me loving you. Fill your sweet pussy with it.”

Okay. She could do that. And it might just send her over the brink again. She was so close every muscle in her body was tense. Her breath came in and out in a fast rasp. Her heart thumped in her ears.

She pushed that dildo into her pussy, slid it in oh so slowly, enjoying every inch. “Oh, God!”

“Don’t come yet.”

What? Like she could stop that? She fought the surging waves of throbbing heat and remained perfectly still.

“That’s it. Don’t come. Wait.”

Easy for you to say, lover! She opened her eyes and watched him film her pussy gripping that huge sex toy. Seeing it almost sent her over the edge. She clamped her eyelids closed again.

“Absolutely gorgeous. Look at all those sweet juices. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

Do it!

“And those breasts. So perfect. I can’t wait to bite and suckle them.”

“For God’s sake, do it! You’re killing me, here.”

“Just keep holding on. Take out the dildo.”

She slid it out, and sagged with relief as her empty pussy relaxed.

“Now, put it back in.”

“What?” She looked at him, another blade of need shot through her body. “I hate this. You’re teasing me. I’m going crazy.”

“Trust me. I’m going to make it wonderful, just like you have for me.”

She nodded, dropped her head back to the bed and slowly slid it back inside, trying like hell not to succumb to the spasms threatening to shake her whole body. Her pussy gripped it, sending a rush of heat up her body. Oh, shit!

“Don’t come. You hear me?”

“I can’t stop it.”

“Stop it, now!”

She yanked the dildo out, just before the first spasm, and threw it at him. “You jerk! Get over here and fuck me.”

He laughed. “Now, we watch.”

“Watch what?”

“Your movie.” He walked to the TV and fiddled with the wires. Within seconds, she was sitting on the edge of the bed watching herself stripping. It was a weird feeling, seeing all the bumps and imperfections glaring at her on film. Her fanny was too big, her breasts too small. And there was—oh no!—cellulite on her thighs.

“How can you get turned on by this? I look terrible!”

He glanced down at his groin. “I’m so hard right now, I could drill through diamonds. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Look at those curves, those tits. You are all woman. My woman. Your body drives me crazy. It always will.”

She tried to see herself through his eyes, tried to appreciate the softness, the smooth skin and curves. Her pussy started to tingle as she watched herself part her buttocks for him. The camera zoomed in to her tight little hole as she teased it with the vibrator. Memories of how that felt left her pussy weeping.

“Look at you, submitting, trusting me. That drives me absolutely insane.”

She watched, heat spreading up to her scalp. Having him take command truly turned her on. She loved submitting to him. She loved pleasing him.

She loved him.

She needed him. Inside. Her pussy was screaming to be filled. She stood, pushed his shoulders down until he was lying on the bed, a smile on lips she was sure would taste sweet.

And as she bent down to sample them, she slid a hand down to his shirt hem and lifted, exposing his tight stomach. “These clothes have to go.” He shifted his weight, allowing her to strip him from the waist up. Then he watched as she unbuttoned his pants and discarded those, too. Left only in a pair of very snug, very sexy black athletic boxers that hugged his erection and balls, he looked like a model in a magazine ad.

Her core twitched and she felt herself heating under his gray-eyed gaze. He watched her, his gaze blatantly resting alternately on her pussy and breasts as she moved.

She slid his boxers off—not the easiest thing to do, thanks to his huge erection—a drop on its tip. It twitched as she stroked, and her pussy dripped along with it. “I want you.”

“Show me. Show me how much you want me. How much you need me. You can see how much I want you.”

She teased the head and underside of his penis with her tongue and teeth.

“Oh, baby! You’re so sweet, so giving.”

She stroked his testicles, sucked on them, fingered his ass. He parted his legs, giving her free access to this tight hole as her head bobbed up and down, his erection sliding up and down her throat.

She laid back against the headboard and parted her legs. “I’m so wet for you.”

“It turns me on to know how much you want me. That you’re mine.” My God, that look was so hot she thought she’d burst into flames.

She spread wider and slid her finger inside, feeling the smooth muscles tighten around it. Hot, slick juices coated her finger as she plunged it in and out. Then she lifted her hand to his face. “Do you want a taste?”

He licked the finger clean. “Like honey. More.”

She skirted around, teasing and tugging her labia, drawing small, slow circles over her clit until the muscles of her ass and stomach clenched. Then she plunged her finger inside again. “See how tight I am? Tight and hot only for you.”

He dropped his face, burying it between her legs and coaxing her hand away. His tongue took over, circling her clit, delving inside her pussy, laving her folds, exploring her ass. Her feet curled, her breathing all but ceased. He glanced up and smiled at her, his face wet from her juices. “Are you ready to be loved?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

He spread her legs wider, holding her knees with his hands, and pushed deep inside.

“Oh!” That instant feeling of fullness just about sent her over the edge.

“Don’t come. Not yet.”

She wanted so badly to comply. To show him how much she adored him. She forced herself to relax around him, an almost impossible task.

“That’s it. Save it for me. Enjoy the feelings. We are one. Our bodies. Our souls. Our minds.”

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the smells of her juices, sweet and musty in the air. She concentrated on the taste of him on her lips, licking them and savoring the flavor lingering there.

Then, she rejoiced on the sounds of his low groans and quickened breathing. He inhaled deeply, his pelvis slapping loudly against her ass as he drove into her over and over again. It was such a sexy sound. Skin against skin. That unique sound made only during fucking.

“That’s it, baby. You are so good. So good.” He ground into her, his cock touching every part of her deep inside. It hit her cervix, sending pleasure and pain shooting up her spine. She stiffened then relaxed as it moved away.

“Touch yourself.”

There was no way she could do that and not come. Not when his huge cock was inside, her pussy tight around him. She slowly slid her hand down, her palm resting on her mound.

“That’s it, honey. Touch yourself.”

She made small circles over her clit, relishing the luxurious warmth that spread out as each circle was completed. Oh, that was amazing. Him inside, her clit throbbing. She felt the telling heat of an impending climax zip through her body and pinched her clit.

Her pussy throbbed then relaxed.

“Rub that little button for me.”

“I’m so close.”

“Do it.” He didn’t speak those words, he growled them.

And thank God! She’d come all over that huge cock of his. She obeyed, allowing the circles to quicken, meeting his pace as he pumped into her. In a heartbeat, she was soaring on heated waves. Her body shook in spasms as electricity shot through every cell. Never had she had an orgasm like that. She thought she might just quit breathing and die.

“Oh, yeah!” He growled loudly and then fucked her like a madman.

She felt wetness seeping from her pussy as he drove his seed deep inside. And then, spent, her body twitching, her legs weak, she stilled and enjoyed the weight of his limp body on hers. “Gabe?”

“Yeah,” he said between gasping breaths. He rolled to his side and propped his head in his hand.

“I love you.” A flood of emotion pounded through her body as if those three words had liberated her. She cried. Tears of joy, of relief, of guilt.

He smiled and gathered her into his arms. “I love you, too. More than I could ever say. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you.”

“You already have. I’m sorry for doubting you—“

He pressed his forefinger to her lips. “No more, Fate. We already talked about it. I’m happy. You’re happy…You are happy aren’t you?”

She nodded.

He thumbed a tear hanging from her jaw. “We’re together. That’s all that matters.”

“But what about your job?”

“Well, I just might have to take a position with Dates-R-Us—“

“No way! We’re not working for competitors again! We’re a team. End of story.”

“Fair enough. I could use a change. And speaking of change, where’s your suitcase?”

“What?” The man wasn’t going anywhere now, was he?

He laughed. “Where’s your suitcase?”

“Under the bed.”

He rose up on hands and knees, his cock still deep inside. “Then let’s pack. And pack for warm weather. By the way, does your mother have any problems with water?”

“None that I know of.” What was he talking about?

“Good, she can go with us.” He slid out of her—a terrible thing—got off the bed, and bent over, gathering his clothes.

“But, wait. If we’re going somewhere, I need to take care of the house—“

“Done.”

“But how?”

“I’ll explain later.” Once dressed, he swept her into his arms and dropped her on her feet. “Now, let’s get going. We have a flight to catch.” He bent down, retrieved the suitcase and dropped it on the bed. “I’ll be right back. I need to make a few phone calls.”

“Okay.” Completely bewildered, still light-headed from that mind-blowing orgasm, and weak in the knees, she watched him leave the room.

What was he up to now? Fate had the feeling this surprise would be the best ever.

Fate stared into Gabe’s eyes, hoping she’d remember this day forever. The smell of the salty ocean air, the heat of the sun, the cool breeze. The look of love on Gabe’s handsome face.

“And I, Fate Doherty, take this man to be my husband. For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

She slid the gold band on his finger then looked up into his face. They both, at the same time, looked at each other and smiled. He was so happy. She’d made him happy.

He deserved that, and so much more.

Moments later, they kissed and were accepting congratulations from the other cruise passengers and from Fate’s mother. She hadn’t looked so glowing in years. The sun, the fresh air, it had done wonders for the woman. And she loved him so much more for this gift.

They spent a couple of hours, maybe less, dancing on the deck to the mellow soul music performed by a small band. And then, Gabe tugged her toward the stairs.

It was time.

She smiled inwardly. Since they left Detroit, two days ago, Gabe had refused to touch her. That had been hell, and she hadn’t understood why until today. She was quite certain he wanted this first time, as man and wife to be special. He’d make up for it tonight.