Promises Linger (Promise Series) (45 page)

“That’s right, darlin’,” he encouraged as she swallowed. “Take it all.” His shin pushed between her legs, pressing against her straining clit as he started milking her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples, before drawing them out, only to release them and quickly start over. “Lord, you’re beautiful.”

She suckled his cock harder, loving his taste and the fact that she could put that desperate tone in his voice as she rode his leg. She was close. So close.

“C’mon, darlin,’ go with it,” he whispered above her. “Let go.”

And suddenly, she was flying. Without wings, without care, just riding a maelstrom that consisted of nothing but Asa’s hoarse encouragement and her own spiraling climax.

When it was over, when she found her balance again, she found herself staring into Asa’s strained face. With a last groan, he slid free of her mouth. Falling to his knees in front of her, he cupped her cheeks in his big callused hands and rested his forehead against hers. “Elizabeth, darlin’, you are somethin’.” His labored breath fanned her heated cheeks. “And I am one lucky man.”

She wouldn’t—couldn’t meet his eyes. “I did it right?”

“You smoked the soles off my boots.”

For some reason, his praise made her feel self-conscious.

“Now you’re shy?” he asked disbelievingly.

He smoothed a stray smear of come from the corner of her mouth. “You have your wicked way with me, and then you won’t look me in the eye?”

She swallowed and sighed. “That’s about it.”

She wrapped his hand in hers and rolled her forehead against his. “You going to hold it against me?”

His laugh, as he got to his feet and held his hand down to her, was unsteady. “Not in this lifetime.”

Placing her hand in his and rising to her feet, she smiled. “Nice to see you’re thinking long-term.”

He stepped out of the remains of his clothes and swung her up in his arms, “What makes you think there was a time when I didn’t?”

She didn’t have an answer, and from the way his mouth ravaged hers, she didn’t think he was expecting one.

He stopped beside the bed. His hand slipped from beneath her legs. She tightened her grip on his neck, holding his gaze with hers as her thighs slid down his. Her skirt rode up with her descent. As she twisted to free the bulk, he bent over, letting her feet touch the ground. Her skirts slid back into place. His hands caught hers, releasing first one and then the other from his neck and holding them against his shoulders. He didn’t move then, just stared at her, the silver of his eyes darkening to pewter. Anticipation shivered down her spine. Things were always wild when Asa got that hard, intent look on his face.

His smile started out slow, a wicked lift to the corners as he kissed her palms and released her hands.

“Undress for me.”

His drawl was low and deep, temptation itself. She took a step back. His eyes never left her as she reached for her buttons. She paced herself. One button for every two of his breaths. By the time she had her blouse open all the way to the waist, his breath was coming twice as fast, and she had to rethink her plan. She settled for just letting it slide off her shoulders, no particular rhythm, just let it slide. He stopped breathing altogether. She toyed with the lacy strap on her camisole. Asa’s breath whooshed out on a sigh as she dropped it to her elbow. She slid her arm free, and then let her fingers meander to the other side.

“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he groaned, his gaze a hot licking incentive to continue.

She shrugged her other strap down, keeping her expression as innocent as possible. “And here I thought I was teasing you.”

Her camisole hung on the tips of her breasts. The slightest movement on her part would have it tumbling down. Asa licked his lips.

“You admitting it?”

She raised her eyebrows, turned her back to him, and threw a coquettish smile over her shoulder. “Yes.”

The camisole slid to her waist.

His “Son of a bitch,” slid just as softly into the sudden silence.

She smiled when it reached her. She raised her arms and lifted her hair off her back, holding it high, feeling wickedly powerful as she heard his breath catch and a floorboard creak beneath his foot. Slowly, little by little, she let the silky strands drift through her fingers to slide over her back, falling below her buttocks and once more shielding her curves.

She reached for the sash of her skirt. She knew Asa couldn’t see what she was doing, yet she knew he was hoping. She took her time undoing the button beneath, gauging the proper time to release it from the hard rasp of his breathing. When she deemed him sufficiently eager, Elizabeth untied the tabs to her petticoats, and pushed skirt and all to the floor.

Glancing over her shoulder, she stepped out of the pile. He was a feast for the eyes where he stood in the middle of the room, his face hard, eyes dark, his fists clenched at his sides as if to keep from grabbing her. His skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration. The soft glow of the lamp threw into sharp relief the angles and hollows of his lean, well-muscled body. Between his legs, his cock surged hard and solid. Straining. For her. She blew it a kiss before turning away and bending over at the waist on the pretext of untying her shoes. Her hair fell in a curtain around her, blocking out the light, but nothing could block out the sound of Asa’s sharp curse and rapid approach. She giggled as his arm wrapped around her waist and he tossed her face down on the bed.

“Think it’s funny to tease your husband, do you?” he growled in her ear, his body covering hers, his hard chest pressing her torso into the mattress.

She wiggled lower in his grip until the side of her hip connected with his cock. The tip was hard and damp. For her. Anticipation shivered down her spine. “Yes.”

The mattress sagged as he moved completely over her, his elbows braced on either side of her head, his strong thighs bracketing her softer ones, as his cock nestled its length along the crease of her ass. He slid her hair off the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Little girls who play with fire sometimes get burned.”

She arched her neck so his lips found the spot behind her ear that she liked. “Lucky for you, I’m not a little girl.” He sucked the flesh into his mouth before releasing it with a little popping sound. She felt it all the way to her pussy, which clenched and spilled in response. She had to catch her breath before she could finish, “And I like it when you get hot.”

To prove her point, she used the little leverage she had to wiggle her ass against his cock.

His breath puffed against her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his fist clench in the brightly patterned quilt.

“Very lucky me,” he agreed. Cool air wafted over her back as he drew away.

Her protest died in her throat as he bent his knees. He dipped the head of his cock in her slick juices, and then slid it easily over her pussy lips, nudged into the valley of her vagina before sliding firm and thick back up between her buttocks. As the velvety head caught on the puckered opening to her anus, a bolt of sensation, dark and foreign, shot up her spine. Convulsively, she pushed back, seeking more.

But he was already back at her pussy, retracing his steps, gliding over familiar territory. When he got near her rear, she tensed, wondering, anticipating. This time, when he reached her anus, he paused, lingered, and then slowly, almost delicately, aligned the broad head with the sensitive opening. And pressed.

“Oh my God.” It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Hot. Forbidden. Intensely erotic, it shot through her inhibitions and awakened something wild and dark into life.

Above, Asa froze. “You like that?”

She didn’t know how to answer. He flexed against her and she didn’t need to, her helpless moan and shifting hips spoke volumes.

He pressed harder against her as he leaned across the bed. She arched back against the pressure, wanting more, the bite of pain as his ungreased cock started to win the battle with the tight ring of muscle, only served to make her ache with a mindless need to be taken. Deep and hard. She didn’t understand it, but she was helpless against the carnal need to have his cock buried in her ass.

There was the sound of a jar opening, and then his cock was replaced with the coolness of a cream.

His finger swirled around her anus and then pressed in. “I could take you here,” he whispered as her flesh submitted to his insistence. His finger felt alien inside her. Alien but incredibly good.
 
She squeezed tentatively, experimenting with the sensation, gasping when he curled his finger and rubbed her against the agonizingly sensitive flesh, sparking secret nerve endings to screaming desire.

“Make you mine in every sense,” he continued.

Fear and desire warred for dominance inside her. “You’re too big.”

He pulled her to the end of the bed. As her legs dangled over the side, her feet inches from the floor, he braced his arm across her back and pressed two fingers against her opening. “You can take me.”

She caught her breath as her flesh parted and muscles struggled to stretch to his demands. It hurt so good, she wept with the pleasure. The demand for more. Suddenly, the battle was over and his fingers were deep in her channel, conquering her muscle’s resistance with masculine determination.
 
He held her still as she twisted to relieve the pressure.

“Just relax,” he told her, pushing harder. “You want this.”

She did. Her pussy was gushing with her pleasure. For all the burning at his first possession, there were other sensations coming to the fore. Ones that had her wanting to move her hips. Take him deeper. Sensations that demanded more.

He pulled his fingers free, and then just as deliberately slid them back.

“Relax,” he ordered again when she instinctively fought his possession. She took a breath, and managed to do so. His fingers slid to the hilt. The burn was minimal, but those other demanding sensations were getting louder. She wiggled her torso since she couldn’t move her hips. He pulled out completely again, but this time, when he came back, he added a third finger.

“I can’t,” she gasped as he demanded entrance.

“You can,” he countered, his tone brooking no objection.

He pushed and her flesh began to give.

“It hurts,” she gasped, straining to relax, but it was too much.

He backed off, and settled for working two fingers in. “If you can’t take three fingers,” he whispered in her ear, “you’ll never take my cock.”

He resumed a steady rhythm with his fingers, gliding in and out, stretching her sensitive channel, preparing her.

“Don’t you want my cock?” he asked as his ministrations had her pussy clenching on air, demanding to be filled the way her ass was.

God help her, she did. She wanted to be everything to him. To give herself to him in this ultimate way. She bit her lip and nodded her head. His third finger pushed against
 
her ass. She forced herself to relax, to bear back against the pressure.

Her breath caught in her lungs as his fingers slid home. She struggled with the feeling of being helpless and overwhelmed. He was taking her ass whether she wanted it or not, and it was the most erotic moment of her life. She wanted more. He gave it to her.

Holding her hips steady, preventing her from moving at all, he applied strong pressure to the fingers pushing at her ass. Her strength was no match for his. All three fingers to the second knuckle.
 
She could do nothing but accept the pleasure/pain that stole her breath and had her mindless with the need for more. She needed him to move. To fuck her. To give her the rhythm her tightly stretched nerves wept for.

“Beautiful.”

It suddenly occurred to her that he was watching what he was doing to her. Watching his fingers claim her ass. Watching her response. Instead of shocking her, the knowledge set off a primitive rush of lust that surged out of control as he began a gentle in and out motion. She couldn’t repress her moan.

He stilled. “Too much?” he asked, stroking her back with his free hand.

Heat flared through her body. Her fingers twisted in the quilt. Words were beyond her, even if she’d had the courage to speak them.

His fingers on her back froze. “Not enough?”

She nodded and bit the quilt as he chuckled.

“Not a problem.” He found a steady rhythm, working her ass, loosening her muscles and teasing her passion. Her clit throbbed for attention, but she couldn’t find relief because of how she was situated. Her breasts felt so swollen, they were going to explode from her body, but the smooth quilt couldn’t provide the stimulation her nipples begged for. And her pussy. Her poor neglected pussy ached with an unrelenting desperate hunger that had her out of her mind. And still Asa fucked her ass with that consistent motion that promised everything and delivered nothing.

If he hadn’t had her pinned with his arm, she would have come off the bed and scratched his eyes out for torturing her so.

“Stop teasing me,” she finally gasped out.

“But I thought you liked to tease.” His voice was hoarse and tight as if he, too, were battling his hunger.

He pushed his fingers deep, and held them high, spreading them. The change in rhythm caught her off-balance. He was clearly enjoying being in charge.