Sherry's Wolf (12 page)

For a man who hadn’t done much kissing he sure picked it up quick. Sherry loved how his tongue went from hesitant to ravenous in less than sixty seconds. He kept one arm around her waist, but his free hand lifted to pet her. First he caressed her cheek and throat, then he smoothed his way to her collarbone, and finally he cupped her breast. He found her nipple and gave it a tiny pinch between his forefinger and thumb.

“How’s this?” he murmured against her cheek. “Do you like this?”

Sherry remembered the night she had told LeRoi that she liked it when he pinched her nipples. Instead of trying to please her, he had pinched so tightly and twisted her nipple so viciously that she had cried. That was the first episode of sexual violence he’d visited on her. His so-called apology was just another slap at her; he’d said that the way she told him what to do emasculated him. Stag’s fingers were light on her breast. Too light. It took courage for her to say,

“Just a little harder?”

He pulled away to look down at her breasts. Sherry felt humbled by the look of awe on his face. She was glad they were making love during the day when the sun was still out so she could see his face. She could have told him that her breasts were on the small side, but he didn’t look as if he would care. His fingers gave her nipple a little pull. “Like this?”

A zing of arousal shot to her groin. She caught her breath. “Yeah, that’s great.” She braced her hands on his shoulders for balance. “I love that.”

Stag took his arm from her waist so he could pinch both nipples at the same time. Then he replaced one hand with his mouth and the heat of his tongue rolling her nipple against the roof of his mouth set her on fire. They had been fooling around for only three minutes and already she was dying for him to be inside her. She tried to fall back on the bed, but Stag kept her upright.

“Stag.”

She pulled lightly on his braid to get his attention. When he raised his head to look at her his eyes were glazed for a moment, but they focused quickly on her.

“Nothing,” he panted. His hand gently caressed her cheek. “But you can’t do that. You have to come first, but if you do that again, it won’t happen.”

She blinked. “But this is your first time. It should be all about you. I want it to be perfect for you.”

“How can it be anything else?” he said simply, looking at her naked torso. “This is about us, not just me and not just you. But I want to pleasure you before I come, and I want to be inside you when I come.” Sherry could swear he was being sincere. “Lie down, Sherry.”

Sherry let herself fall back, tugging at the drawstring of her pants. “Help me take these off, Stag.”

He jerked at the waistband as if he would rip them off, but then his hands gentled and he drew them slowly down her legs. For a second Sherry cringed, knowing her legs weren’t as perfect as they had been before the plane crash had broken them. But Stag had been her nurse. He’d seen them before. As soon as he had pulled her pants off and tossed them aside he knelt on the bed beside her and petted her mound through her plain cotton panties. She wished she was wearing the silk panties that matched her bra instead of the bulky 2064 version of underwear, but she hadn’t been wearing them when he kidnapped her and they hadn’t been packed. Not that it mattered. These were coming off any minute. The crotch was soaked. She gaped at Stag leaning close to the V at the top of her thighs and inhaling deeply.

But he didn’t get started right away. First he slid the panties down her legs and crawled to the end of the bed so he was kneeling between her feet. The way he opened her legs wide with one hand on each of her ankles made her feel a strange mix of vulnerability and anticipation. Was a woman ever more vulnerable than when in this position? But she didn’t feel frightened. His eyes were fixed on her most private place with fascinated greed. She was pretty sure it was the look she’d worn the first time she’d gone through the jewelry exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. No one had ever looked at any part of her with that expression. It made her feel marvelously sure of herself.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

Really? Sherry hadn’t ever considered that part of her body beautiful, but she wasn’t going to argue with the man. She wiggled her hips in a hint that he should be doing something other than staring at her. Gently, he folded her legs so her heels were on the mattress, her knees wide apart. She closed her eyes as he bent to her, shivering with anticipation when she felt his breath on her wet, hot flesh. She squeaked when his thumbs spread her open; the air was cold. But his tongue was hot. He probed delicately at her opening before licking up to her clit. No one had ever touched his tongue there. LeRoi hadn’t done that, and she’d never gone that far with her boyfriends.

He gave her more. Low growls vibrated against her while he licked and sucked. Sherry hadn’t realized how erotic gentle nips on her clitoris could be, especially when he slid a finger inside her at the same time.

“Oh,” she moaned. “That’s nice, Stag.”

Sherry enjoyed what his hand and his mouth were doing to her. His finger glided in and out of her, in a rhythm that matched his suction on her clit. It wasn’t quite enough. She lifted her hips to help him find that one perfect spot. A fireball was building, but it hovered just out of reach. She strained toward it.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Stag, harder!”

He lifted his head to gaze at her wordlessly for a moment, and she forcefully pushed the memory of LeRoi’s anger at her demands away. Stag wasn’t like that.

“Don’t stop!” she cried. “Please! I’m so close!”

He didn’t go back to sucking on her, but the gentle rhythm of his finger changed. He thrust into her harder and faster, and his free hand played with her clit, tickling her into unbearable tension that finally exploded into boneless bliss.

Wow, had she actually screamed? Her legs flopped weakly until Stag removed his finger and caught her knees in his hands. She panted, staring at him in amazement. For a beginner, he was a fantastic lover. Day-yam, he was a better lover than LeRoi, who —lord knew— had had plenty of practice. Stag’s cheeks were flushed, a proud smile on his face.

“You liked that,” he said. “You came. Is that how it always is?”

Sherry’s brain was mush. “I don’t know. How was it?”

“Beautiful,” he said immediately. “I liked doing that to you. I was watching your face every minute. Your expressions!” His smile gentled. “I want to do that to you again. I loved hearing you pant and moan. And the way you pushed yourself at me … It made me feel good.”

Sherry lifted her head from the pillow. “If that made you feel good, this next part is going to blow your mind.” She reached her arms for him. “Come here.”

He was wonderfully naked and aroused. He let go of her knees and crawled up her body until the tip of his engorged penis hovered at her entrance. She was so wet the slightest pressure would send him deep. Stag touched one hand gently to her cheek.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he whispered. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“It’s really happening, baby,” she whispered back. “Don’t wait anymore. Come inside me.”

He pressed in the slightest bit and paused with a gasping groan. It made her feel powerful. It was a heady feeling for someone who had grown up with no control over anything, not even her own life. She lifted her hips to force him deeper. He responded with a powerful thrust that seated him fully within her.

“You feel fabulous inside me,” she told him, looking up at the strained face above her. “So thick and long, you make me feel full.”

Stag shuddered as he withdrew and pushed back in. His movements were controlled, not as forceful as his face said he wanted them to be. Sherry could see how he was holding back by way he gritted his teeth. She shoved her hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to urge him on.

After a pause of studying her face, Stag released the choke hold he held over his passion. He curled his hips and slammed into her with satisfying desperation.

“That’s good,” she told him, matching his thrusts. “That’s good, Stag. Harder!”

Amazingly, Sherry felt a second orgasm building. She’d never in her life had two separate orgasms within twenty minutes. There were plenty of times she hadn’t come even once. When LeRoi was done, LeRoi was done. If she hadn’t come, too bad, so sad. But Stag had held back to give her the big O before he’d even started to go for his own. She’d never known a guy who could hold off so his lady could come first. Stag was too good to be true.

“I’m coming,” she gasped. “I’m coming again. Harder, please, oh,
please, harder
!”

Stag’s breath was harsh in her ear, almost continuous groans that picked up in volume when he let go of whatever last remnant of control he’d been hoarding. She welcomed the way he slammed into her over and over, pushing her orgasm into a white hot nova that tore a shriek from her throat. As she lay under him, body convulsing and head thrashing from side to side, she wondered hazily how he could possibly improve as a lover. If this was how he made love the first time, what would he be like with a little experience?

She had only barely begun her journey back to lucidity when Stag’s groans turned into a snarling howl and his body pushed her deeply into the feather tick, pinning her there for a long minute while he emptied himself into her. Sherry smoothed her hands over his corded arms that were bracing his weight off her chest with a smile. They hadn’t used any protection. Her stock of birth control pills was long gone. She could be conceiving right now. That thought made the smile widen. She wanted a baby.

Stag lifted himself away from her and moved to stretch out at her side. The feel of him pulling out of her made her breath catch with a moan of remembered sexual pleasure. Stag instantly halted.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.

“No, what you did rocked my world.” Sherry had barely enough strength to turn her head on the pillow to look at him, but she was driven by the need to reassure him. “That was absolutely, hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. As soon as we get a little energy back I’m gonna lick every inch of you. And some of those inches will get special attention.”

Stag blushed. After what they had just done, the man blushed! Sherry thought that was cute. She ran her eyes over his elegant body, lingering on his penis, lying shiny and limp on his thigh. He was beautifully made, from his wide shoulders to narrow waist to long legs. His penis was long too, even in its limp state. She’d never really liked going down on LeRoi, but she wondered if she would like it better with Stag? After the way he’d gotten her off she wanted to do something special for him. She touched a fingertip to his shaft, barely skimming it.

Sherry watched, fascinated, as his sated penis made a valiant attempt to rise, but it was too soon. She wondered what he would taste like with both of their fluids coating him. Her nose wrinkled; she didn’t think she would like that. “Well, I’m going to do all that and more. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be singing like one of the angels in glory.”

She did, debating about drawing the blankets up to cover herself, but the room was almost too warm. So she sprawled in decadent, naked glory on the rumpled bed, watching Stag’s muscular backside as he moved around the kitchen area. He came back in a minute with a soapy washcloth and a dry tea towel. Sherry tried to take them but he held them away from her.

“Let me,” he insisted.

Why it was embarrassing to have him stroke the washcloth between her legs after they’d just made almost violent love, Sherry didn’t know. His hands were gentle and tender, his face once again wearing that expression of wonder. But she was glad when he was done. He wouldn’t let her wash him, either. He cleaned himself with impersonal briskness before returning the washrag and towel to the sink. Sherry had wanted to wash him, and linger over a certain place on his body. But they had time for that. She piled the pillows at the head of the bed and sat, half leaning against them, waiting for Stag to come back.