Love Rules (6 page)

“When I brought you home, I….” She paused as his lips moved to her ear, and he blew softly. “I couldn’t help myself. I touched and kissed you as I bandaged you. I even slept against you, trying to drive out the chills in your body for one, and heat into mine for another. Forgive me. I took an advantage I had no right to take. You and I, we’re a mistake. You’re a white man, I’m not white.”

Despite her protests, he tipped her chin up once more and their lips met in an explosion of sensations. Her confession drove him crazy to have her.

She pulled away. “But I so wanted to feel you…I never felt like that before. Out of control. I never thought a white man would capture my heart.”

He held her face in his hands, his thumb caressing her cheek. “You think your color has anything at all to do with the way I feel about
you?
Do you think your color would matter? Now, or any other time or place?” He picked her up in his arms and carried her triumphantly to the bed. Her head fell back, her breasts titled toward him He kissed the golden mounds above her dress straining for release. Soft, warm lips fastened to his when he lifted his head and he heard a smothered groan. His hands traveled, caressing her all the way to the end of her dress. Their breathing seemed loud and labored. Spanning her tiny waist, he shifted upward. Her breast puckered at his soft touch, instantly reacting to each caress. Gently, he circled her nipples one at a time through the thin material with his thumb. She groaned aloud.

She looked at him with raw, smoldering desire. “You seem to know how to touch me. I’ve never felt this way before, so instantly attracted. So helpless. I’m on fire for you…only you. And I can’t do anything to stop the feelings growing in me when I look at you. I want to stop them…but I can’t.”

Her face mirrored her desire as he stared down into her lovely eyes once more.

She pushed him away, but not for long. She trembled. Slowly, she began to unbutton the dress. Her hesitancy sought his trust.

He watched each button open until the dress slid to the floor. He stared at her.

The heat of her gaze drew him closer. She was naked and breathtaking. He gasped aloud. “My God, you are so beautiful, Maggie…you offer me so much.”

She climbed into the bed and spread the sheet and blanket away from her so he could look. Her gesture flamed with open invitation. He feasted on her golden body. All of her. From the beautiful waves of hair to the golden tips of her toes. As she waited for him, she turned on her side, her breasts squeezing together, her hips rounding like mountains against the tiny waist. Her hips drew him as he rolled her to her stomach and kissed her all over, fascinated by the silky smooth skin she presented him. She moaned the pleasure of his touch, drawing shaky breaths as his lips explored each generous curve. His fingers outlined her, stopping at the crevice of her backside. Stilling his fingers there, he paused as she drew breath.

“You tempt me to madness.”

She grew breathlessly quiet.

He undid his clothes and let them fall beside hers. Then he rejoined her on the bed. He gazed at her in wonder. How could he want her so badly knowing who she was? No answers came, no answers needed. He didn’t search for any. They wanted each other. That was enough, and the thrill that it was mutual drove him near insanity.

He glanced at her arching breasts as she lay flat against the bed once more.

Her nipples were not black, but purple and puckered as he came closer. His hands glided smoothly over her, feeling the textures of her, touching and appreciating her immediate response. As her body pouted for him, he dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. One at a time, he savored them. Wetting them with his tongue, then swirling about the nipples, first one then the other, making sure he gave them both ample attention as she writhed beneath him. He slowly massaged the tightened nubs with his tongue heating them. Her breasts spilled from his hand as he tried to grasp them both in one hand. He buried his nose in her cleavage as he held each side together. He couldn’t believe how beautiful they were, so young and yet so fully developed. He could look at them all day, so perfect, so pouting, so wanting. His tongue circled the nipples again. She moaned

aloud and wiggled in his arms. The dark purple of her areolas beckoned him for more.

“Tell me if you like what I’m doing. I want to know if you like my touches.”

“I feel like I’m on fire,” she moaned softly in his ear. “I love your touches.”

His head dipped again to suckle her nipple, pulling gently, teasing, tasting, and licking. Her breast seemed to reach up to him and he smiled. “God, honey I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I saw you at the creek that day, bathing.”

“You saw me…at the creek?”

“Every inch of you.”

“But how, I made sure no one was about. I always do.”

“A spyglass is an amazing tool.” He smiled and kissed her pouting lips. “I couldn’t stop staring. I’ve never seen such beauty in my life.”

Her hands splayed against his back, rubbing, kneading, and sometimes

clawing, as his lips teased and tempted. She buried her head against his neck, kissing him, speaking soft love words to him as he caressed her.

His kisses grew hotter, and she panted and thrust herself against him, offering herself to him. He stared at her for wordless minutes. They were both out of breath. Her waist was so small compared to her rounded hips. He brought her on her side and ran his hands over her from the proud peaks of her breasts to the swell of her hips. His hands glided over the smooth, taut skin, caressing. He found the crevice of her backside and his fingers delved against her there for long lingering moments, touching, teasing them both with the forbidden.

She drew a shuddering breath and moaned softly. “Oh, baby.” She cried out as he suddenly licked his finger, and then gently pushed it inside her anus. A soft moan came from her throat while she moved against him.

“You like that?” He pulled her on top of him and continued to explore her. His hands slowed as he lingered, cupping her hips hard against his own. Her ring tightened, taking him deeper and he smiled.

“Oh yes. It’s so…good,” she whispered. “It excites me, makes me burn for you.”

Not wanting to hurt her, he sought her sweet treasure with his lips, turning her so he could lave her tight star gently with his tongue. Then, after he was sure she

was wetted, his fingers glided inside her once more, and she squeezed herself against him. Her muscles contracted, and he eased his fingers in and out of her slowly at first, then more swiftly as she responded with coos and moans of delight. He’d never touched a woman so intimately before. He wanted to touch her everywhere, taste every part of her.

Then he eased her onto her back so he could gently run his tongue down to the sweet, dark curls between her legs. He gasped as she opened her legs to him. She was warm and wet for him; he inhaled the sweetness of her. A cool sweat peppered her glowing skin as he stared up at her. He groaned. How could sweat make someone more beautiful? She spread her legs farther apart, allowing him every freedom with her body.

She welcomed him as she threw back her head and sighed with unnamed

pleasure. He gently suckled her womanhood, letting his tongue dart in and out repeatedly. She thrust herself up so his mouth could have better access. Tenderly, he flicked his tongue against the hard nub, keeping his strokes gentle, constant, until she climaxed and he could sip the sweet nectar of their lovemaking.

His lips surrounded her nub over and over, caressing it with tender attention, then sucked it into his mouth and manipulated the hard nub against his lips and tongue until she was writhing with unspent desire again. Her legs gently circled his head and pulled him closer. Her scent enticed him when his tongue sent her nearly over the edge of madness once more. Her fingernails dug into his back as she held him ever closer.

He tasted her dark pink folds, laving her there, kissing her, tasting, while his lips continued to send her higher. She clutched the bed sheet tightly, and he pleasured her with merely the thrust of his tongue. He had found her core and gently urged her toward another climax. Driven by a need far more powerful than his waning control, he savored every inch of her. His tongue ran the length of her sweetness then delved inside to experience more of her.

The way her hips met his invasion was all the invitation he needed when her body arched gloriously for him. She smelled of flowers, as though she’d bathed just for him. He couldn’t believe she smelled so sweet, her taste addictive.

“God meant for man and woman to come together, Maggie. I want you so.” His words feathered against her, making her shiver with barely controlled delight. He eased upward as he bore into her folds, so soft in comparison to him. He entered her inch by inch, stopping when he felt the resistance of her tight sheathe. A virgin? His mind exploded. Shocked and pleased as he rocked against her, gently at first, he pushed inside her. But the pain didn’t stop her from responding to him. She spread her soft thighs wide, allowing him to slide deeper, enveloping his manhood.

Afraid he’d hurt her, he eased out, temporarily controlling himself. “You should have told me.”

“Would you have made love to me if I had?”

“No, probably not.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted this, needed this.” She clung to him and waited. “Please, don’t stop loving me.”

“My God, you don’t know what you offer!”

“I guess I’m a little overdue.” She nipped his ear, then flicked her hot tongue inside. “I’m nineteen, and I’ve never had a man. Never wanted one till now. I live in my little Garden of Eden, alone, but I’ve often longed for someone to love, to make love to me. I never dreamed it would be this good, though. I wanted you, and yet I was scared…scared you’d be like my father was to my mother, and scared you’d reject me because of my color.”

“No man could reject you, my love,” he said in a strangled voice.

Her eyes held tears, but not fear or sadness. She cuddled against him. He entered her with a thrust. She moaned her pleasure. “Go higher, go as far inside me as you can. I want to be one with you.” She gasped. Her hips began to work him in deeper, methodically. How had she learned that? It delighted him to be her first and shocked him that such a woman had never been touched. How could anyone so beautiful be untouched? As she coaxed him, he kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue swirling toward her throat, massaging her, going deep into her mouth as he pressed deeper inside her. He kept up a slow rhythm until she thrust herself upward repeatedly. They rode their pleasures to the highest peak and

together in one choired moan, they reached the top. His lips suckled her breasts over and over, teasing them as Maggie slowly came off the euphoric high.

Their coming together was special, and he knew he was in big trouble. He wanted her, and he didn’t want to turn her in. He blanked the thought quickly.

Nothing would mar his moment with her. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her as she became an eager participant once more. He deliberately slowed down and looked into her love-drugged eyes. “Easy, honey. We want this to last a while. I want you on fire for me, again.” He smiled. “You’re delicious. Did you know that? I could taste you all night long and never get a fill of you.”

She smiled. “Well, you don’t need to build a fire, honey. I feel like a flame when you’re inside me.” She cooed and pulled him closer. Uninhibited now, she thrust her breasts upward for his touch and kisses, smiling when he took them into his mouth once more. Her breath hitched, and her hands clawed at him as he ravished her eagerly. “I love how you touch me. I never dreamed it could be so good. I mean, when I saw my mama raped, I thought all men were animals. But when I met you, I sensed something very different. So gentle and kind…somehow I knew you wouldn’t be an animal.”

“I’m glad I please you, and I would never hurt you. I love how your body responds to everything I do.” He murmured against the hard tip of her nipple as his lips drew on each one. He played there for a long while, watching how her breasts puckered as though they had a mind of their own. Her hips thrust upward with abandon, and she moaned aloud.

“Oh my God, I’ve never…how can I want you this much?”

“I know, honey. That’s what makes you so special. I want to just stay inside you all day, forever. You’re so hot and wet. I never dreamed a woman could love like this. You’re so uninhibited.”

“I can’t believe you want me as much as I want you.”

He smiled, and while they rode the highs of their passion, his fingers caressed her. She was wild with sweat and wanting him. He felt her rise to the passion, and she kissed his nipples boldly as he continued to make love to her. He jerked from her eager touches. She was no longer shy in making love. Her hands reached for his buttocks and squeezed. He moaned.

“I want you so bad, baby.”

“Let’s climb the mountain together then, honey.” As his lips caressed her nipples once more, she screamed the ecstasy of the moment. The cry pierced the air. For long, star-studded moments they stayed there, enjoying the feel of peaking together and making it last longer by loving each other as much as they could.

Later after they rested, he looked at her body then slowly rolled her over. He moved down on her, kissing all the way. His tongue explored her crevice, sliding in and out and then pushing at her anus, licking and caressing her there until she moaned.

“I want to make love to you here. I won’t hurt you, but I won’t do it if you object,” he whispered.

“Your touch is so gentle, so tender, I think I might let you do anything,” she breathed raggedly.

“Maggie, you don’t know what you offer.” He kissed her back, trailing his lips over her, up and down, till he reached the soft roundness of her buttocks once more.

He inserted his fingers inside her slowly, working to make sure she could fit him. She moved herself against him, moaning as though she wanted it as much as he, her thighs spreading as she raised herself for his entry.

“God, Maggie, you’re so beautiful. Your skin is like silk. Tell me if I hurt you,”