The Cover Model (14 page)

"Me, either." He whispered the words against her soft lips, then swooped down, sealing his mouth over hers. Short, chaste kisses followed, until he drew her bottom lip in her mouth and sucked. She gasped, allowing him entrance. He pushed his tongue inside, eager for another sample of her sweetness. Holding the back of her head, he wrapped his other arm around her, tugging her body flush with his. The feel of her modest breasts rubbing against his chest along with the delicious, unique taste of Fancy sent blood rushing to his cock on an express lane.

His hand slipped under the back of her blouse, lightly rubbing her back, then meandering to the side and around front to cover a bra-clad breast. He traced the material, gently squeezed, and learned the feel of the orb. Impatient, he released her head, trusting she would stick with his kisses until the need to breathe broke them apart. Dipping his other hand under her blouse, he found the clasp on her bra, unsnapped, and immediately caressed the newly exposed skin, delighting in the softness and perky breasts.

"Take this off, love." He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted.

Fancy assisted by lifting her arms.

Once the garment was free, he tossed the clothing over the single chair in the room and attempted to resume their lip-lock.

Fancy stopped him with a firm hand to the chest. "Your turn." Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.

He grinned, enjoying the easy foreplay. With practiced ease, he removed his shirt, then his pants and boxers, leaving him bare except for his socks.

Fancy's gaze traveled up and down his body before stopping at his groin. Mitch patiently let her stare her fill, even though her rapt attention caused his member to jerk and a distinct throbbing to begin.

"Wow." She chewed her lip for a moment before wrapping her fingers around his erection. "So big."

He sucked in a breath at her simple touch, steeling himself to withstand more petting before calling a halt to her curious exploration for the time being. She could resume later when his control wasn't in danger of snapping. Her fingertips stroked him from base to tip, before brushing over his slit, finding a droplet of dew. She collected the bead and brought it to her lips, licking her index finger as if she were licking an ice cream cone.

A groan emerged from his throat as he fisted his hands in an effort to slow his runaway libido.
She's so damn sexy.
The innocence, the openness to this experience, her tantalizing caresses. Fancy spurred his arousal like no other woman ever had.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mitch gripped her jeans, undid the button, and slowly slid the zipper down. He glanced at her face, found her still enthralled with his manhood and chuckled to himself. She made him feel like the world's sexiest man with a look of awe. His ego swelled as did his jutting tumescence, which demanded more attention. He ignored the discomfort, focusing instead on getting Fancy naked and into bed.

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pants, he pushed the material down, catching her panties along the way. Only when they puddled at her feet, did he stand up and appraise her body. Petite, yet strong, with curves in all the right places. Her long blonde hair hung loose except for a clip to keep the long locks out of her face. She reminded him of a wood nymph, alluring and beautiful.

His hands returned to her breasts, the nipples pebbling beneath his touch. He traced her body in long strokes, noting she followed suit, devouring his body with her questing hands.

"You're perfect. Built like a warrior of old." The whispered words only whetted his desire all the more.

Picking her up, he laughed when she squealed, then deposited her in the center of the bed. While she got comfortable, he returned to his jeans, found his wallet, and pulled out a foil wrapper.

Tossing the item on the bed beside her, he crawled over to straddle her body. Lowering himself between her legs, he supported his weight with his forearms, savoring the position that allowed her breasts to rake against his chest with each deep breath, easy reach of all her nether bits, and the perfect closeness for kissing, which he proceeded to do.

For the longest time, he did nothing more than sup at her lips, plundering every recess of her mouth, using all his skills to pour generous amounts of pleasure onto Fancy. Each flick of the tongue, turn of the head, he found another way to notch up her arousal and draw yet another gasp from her throat.

Never before had he spent so much time simply kissing a woman. In all honesty, he didn't have a clue he could give and receive so much pleasure from a mere meeting of the mouths. Yet with Fancy, the whole act became new again.

Scooting back a hair, he focused his attention on her waiting breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth, laving the taut protrusion with his tongue, then sucking.

Fancy gasped, her nails biting into the skin of his back as she clutched him tightly.

He grinned as he mouthed the other nipple, the small sting only adding to his heightened state of arousal. So responsive. Fancy had plenty of fire within, she just needed him to open the vault and set free the decadent treasure.

Releasing her breast, he looked into her face, found her eyes closed, her breathing rapid, and her lips parted. His cock ached, yet he refused to rush. Instead, he kissed a path over her flat stomach, down to the junction of her thighs. Short light brown hairs guarded her most secret entrance.

Trailing his fingers over the area, he nudged her legs. "Spread for me, love. Let me in."

Fancy's eyes opened, the irises spoke of sensual desire and rampant pleasure.

And he'd hardly begun.

She splayed her legs apart, then dropped her hands to the bedspread below, grasping the material tightly.

Mitch traced her inner folds, watching Fancy the entire time. A hint of modesty and nerves crossed her face.

"You're beautiful." He ever so gently parted the area, seeking the taut button full of sensitive potential.

"You make me feel that way," she whispered breathlessly.

Finding ample dampness, Mitch lazily inserted a single finger into her core.

She gasped and lifted against his hand.

His mouth dried as he began to slowly work the narrow channel, to stretch and relax her for his penetration to come. After a few twirls with his wrist, he added a second digit, spreading them apart to broaden the entrance before sinking deep once more.

Fancy moaned and hunched, her body blatantly asking for more. He eagerly gave. Over and over, he readied her, patiently plying her body until the snug tunnel eased to his satisfaction. She'd still be tight, but at least he knew she was ready.

Sitting up, he found the condom, opened the package, and rolled it on. For a long moment, he sat back on his heels, staring at the beauty spread out before him, so trusting, so hot. Mitch drew in a deep breath, chiding himself to go slow, to put her needs above his own.

"Mitch?" She sat up and reached for him, her hands rediscovering his chest, abdominal muscles, before dipping lower. Fancy pressed tiny little kisses along his jaw.

"It's okay, Fancy." He tilted his head back, allowing Fancy to run the tip of her tongue up the column of his throat. No sooner had she reached his chin, then he swooped down and covered her mouth in a blazing hot kiss, a preview of his intentions.

"I need you." Her honest admission kicked him into gear.

Edging forward, he settled Fancy back against the mattress. Once there, he spread her legs, and positioned himself against her swollen feminine entrance. For a long moment, he waited.

Finally, Fancy met his gaze, curiosity furrowing her brows.

"Guide me in, baby."

Her breath hitched. She reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around his thick erection, and held him against her folds.

"Look at me, Fancy."

Her eyes pinned his.

"Stay with me. Don't look away." Languidly, he pressed forward.

Fancy gasped, opened her legs more, and grasped his upper arms. "Oh, Mitch."

He continued the steady motion, reveling in the heat, the tightest channel he'd ever visited. Setting his back teeth, he tightened the reins of his control, refusing to hurry at this crucial moment.

Fancy flinched, a flash of pain crossed her face. He paused and instantly understood the source. The thin membrane obstructing his path. He'd hoped she didn't possess a hymen but couldn't suppress the innate happiness at finding her still intact. Never before had the numbers of previous partners mattered to him. With Fancy, he simply tossed his rules and ideas out the window. She was the exception in so many ways, and he glorified in them all.

Lowering his upper body, he once more covered her completely, yet managed to keep most of his weight off her body. Teasingly, he nibbled on her chin, earning a giggle.

He smiled down at her. "This might sting a bit."

"I know. It'll be okay." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with wild abandon.

Mitch responded in kind, then flexed his spine and thrust for home.

She whimpered against his lips, then sucked in air. Her entire body tensed as tight as a bowstring and jerked as if trying to retract from the pain.

Sinking into her depths, Mitch remained still, allowing ample time for Fancy's body to adjust to his invasion. He groaned as each movement tightened her muscles around him, like a velvet glove squeezing in all the right spots. He licked her lips, entreating them to open for him once more, then sealed his mouth over hers. With great care, he focused on rebuilding her arousal, to push her past the previous level and onward.

She didn't take long to ignite. His first kisses were met with distraction, then her body relaxed, her hips arched, and she responded with exuberance.

"Are you okay?"

She panted to catch her breath. "Absolutely." A wicked smile appeared on her face. "Now, Mr Sex God, care to show me why the women flock to your door?"

He chuckled at her teasing, enjoying the banter, which helped him step back from the edge. Rubbing his nose against hers, he grinned. "Your wish is my command."

"Oh, I like that."

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You would." Watching her face carefully, he pulled back marginally, then pushed back in, testing her reaction.

"Ohhhh."

"Like?"

"Yes." She flicked her tongue over his earlobe and nipped. "I like that a lot."

"Tell me if it hurts." Slowly, he repeated the action, this time encompassing more motion. When only gratification appeared on her face, he picked up the pace by small increments, rolling his hips now and again, then plunging back as far as he could go.

Easy, bro. Nice and easy.

She mewed and ran her hands down his sides. The sensation ratcheted him up all the higher as the sexy little sounds went straight to his cock.

Lifting back into a push-up position, he made longer strokes, rubbing her inner walls the entire length of his erection as he pulled out leaving only the mushroom head inside, then propelled back in until their pelvises ground against one another.

"Hurt?"

She shook her head. "No. It's… wonderful." Turning her head, she nibbled on his forearm next to her head. "I need more. Something more."

"Take from me. Whatever you need. However you need it." His breath escalated. In. Out. In. Out. He focused on giving her pleasure, edging her closer to the pinnacle. Nothing mattered more to him than Fancy reaching a glorious climax.

Another sharp whimper escaped her throat. Her hips rocked, meeting him on each downward stroke, as she scraped her teeth against the tough skin of his arm.
Damn. Who knew she was a biter.

The realization threw gasoline on his already blazing inferno.

He dipped his head and found her lips. "God, you feel good." He'd never been much of a talker during sex, but Fancy brought out his chatty side. "So tight. I can't get deep enough."

She grunted, arched her back, and twisted to meet his next hard stroke. Her face scrunched up.

"That's it, Fancy. You're on the edge. Just let go and fly, baby."

A couple of harsh breaths answered him. He pushed the throttle a bit higher, still holding back from an outright sprint, cognizant of her untried state. "Come for me." Tingling began at his lower spine, warning of impending climax. He forced himself to hold on for a bit longer.

She thrashed, and clenched tightly, yet couldn't seem to quite reach the threshold.

Mitch levered himself on one arm, using his free hand to search between her legs. Finding her clit, he circled the area, then rubbed his thumb directly over the nubbin.

Fancy threw her head back against the pillow.

"Come for me, baby. I need to watch you come." He repeated the motion, using a bit more pressure for the rub, and surged deep.

Her body jerked as a strong contraction gripped his cock like a vise. He plucked at her excitement center once more. With a hoarse cry, his climax hit him like a runaway train, sending him headlong into an intense orgasm, strong enough for him to see stars. Fancy's body continued in a series of rhythmic clamping, milking his cock for every drop of semen he could give. He lowered onto her supine body and ground against her, soaking up the firecracker hot sensations and riding the waves of ecstasy.