Trusting Love (18 page)

“That striptease was going to make me blow before the fun got started,” he whispered in her neck, kissing a hot line up to her chin then taking her mouth with a wild kiss. His hands fit to her butt and kneaded her flesh with a massage that had her shivering with pleasure.

“Oh hell I think you’d better give me your opinion on that peach or plum dilemma, otherwise I’ll never know if you like plums, then where would we be?”

“Oh, I think you’re right. I should definitely sample a taste first before I can say for sure,” she whispered, sinking to her knees with a slight shove to his stomach to get him seated on the couch. She wiggled out of her pants and tossed them and her boots with a smile she hoped had his heart racing as fast as hers.

Robert held his breath at the sweet smile of happiness spreading over Kristen’s beautiful face. He shared the feeling whole-heartedly. Never before had sex been so damn wonderful. She made it perfect. Coming on him from just filling her had sent him into such a state he’d been shocked he hadn’t embarrassed himself and come right on the spot. Now, seeing her run her slim hands up his thighs with that hungry look at his erection, he knew he wasn’t going to last. She didn’t even suggest they shower, and the way she breathed in, thrilled him.

“I should warn you, I might have to take my time with your plum, before I can make up my mind,” she murmured in a sexy voice.

He lifted his hips off the couch and his erection flopped over and back up. “You go right on, I’m all yours.”

She smiled wider and licked her lips then pleased the hell out of him by licking along the shaft just once with a little kitten stroke up from the base to the hood before she made a sound of pleasure.

“You taste like us, Robbie.”

“You like that?” he managed past the lust building in his throat.
Slow down, man, you just came like a geyser and she is looking like a woman that wants to savour every bit of you she can get.

“Mmm, of course.” She gripped his cock lightly in her hand, and, still watching him, pressed a kiss to the side, then another after the first. Her lips looked so sexy doing it he shifted lower and gathered her hair in his hand to move it out of his view.

“Love that, darling.”

She glowed with the compliment and rose higher on her knees revealing the rounded curves of her breasts and the large, rose-coloured areolae. He inhaled roughly, so turned on when she finally bent to the head of his cock, he had to fist his other hand on the couch cushion. She held him there, with her breath fanning the head while she watched him with the knowledge that she had him—hook, line and sinker.

“Kristen,” he whispered, his voice rough with need but the way her eyes glowed at the sound, he didn’t care. He planned on always telling her what he liked if she looked this hot when he did.

With another kiss to his tip, she opened her mouth slowly, and eyes on his face, slipped the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking softly on the tight flesh, and rubbed her hands up and down and around his shaft.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. It took all his control not to move. If he’d been a magician he’d have reduced his ten inches down so she could fit every inch past her beautiful lips it felt that good—but what she did with her hands was so damn perfect, his body flushed, closing in on an orgasm simply from the double impact of her mouth and hands.

“God damn yeah,” he managed when she sucked him down deeper. His head fell back as pleasure raced up his body from the heat of her mouth. Lots of men claimed a blow job was just a quick release, but not for him, and not with this woman. He couldn’t name one thing he’d rather have her do to him than this. It was so intimate the way she took possession of him, it was like she was daring him to tell her he wasn’t hers completely.

He lifted his head after only a second, not wanting to miss a moment of this, and pressed on her head as she slipped her lips down his shaft, filling her hot mouth with more of his erection. She took more than he could believe then moved back up, repeating the action again as if she had all the time in the world, while she made him feel like each beat of his heart brought him too close to coming. He lifted his hand from her head and when he did, she popped his erection free and sucked the head with her lips glued tight to the ultra-sensitive spot under the hood.

“Kris,” he gasped, tightening his hand in her hair to hold her there. When he couldn’t take it any longer he released her and she slowly slipped back down his erection this time so far he had to latch onto the couch again to keep from moving. “So good, so damn good.”

At his guttural words, she twisted her downward drive and with a shout he couldn’t hold in he grabbed her head again. He could feel the back of her throat this way and when she swallowed, not looking like he’d hurt her, his balls shivered with that pre-ejaculation warning he knew meant his end was near.

As if sensing it, she slipped back up and off him, took a breath and smiled.

“I think I need a better taste. Are you holding out on me?”

He nearly tackled her down and told her how much he loved her. He did too, so damn much, and not because she could win an award with the way she sucked his cock—and only his, he growled, possessiveness firing his system to a hotter degree—but because he loved her. Even giving him the best blow job of his life she looked at him, watched him and connected with him like no one ever would. But that wasn’t why he felt like his heart might explode quicker than his cock—he loved her because he’d never been able
not
to.

“Now, stop holding back,” she whispered.

Her voice sounded husky from sucking him deep. The thought made him grimace as pre-cum slid past his control.

Kris flicked her pink tongue out and sampled the drop of cum with an expression of such passion in her brown eyes, he had to kiss her. He bent and pulled her up so he could devour her sexy mouth.

“I’ve never tasted a man, did you know that? Am I doing good?” she whispered breathlessly when he released her. He stalled out instead of claiming her lips again when her words hit his brain.

She didn’t wait for a reply, but as if she was hungry for more, she went down and sucked along his cock, holding it in her hand to keep him in place, then with a smile, sank back down to that deep point he felt her swallow again, then back up only to repeat the move, slowly blowing his mind with her bobbing rhythm.

“Yeah, Kristen darling, that’s so perfect. You’re going to make me come like that,” he told her, gathering the intelligence to reassure her when she watched his face for what he guessed were clues beyond his low groans and enormous hard-on.

His words seemed to thrill her. She sank down and twisted her head, trying to get more past her throat then came back up. When she did she sucked the sensitive head and he reached down, almost there and unable to stop himself from wrapping his hand around hers and showing her how to rapidly stroke along his shaft. With his other hand he pressed on her head guiding her to speed up her slow deadly sucking so he didn’t lose his mind. She added a stroke of her tongue with each upward bob of her head and he lost it.

“Coming, sit back or—ah God.” He’d tried to warn her, tried to hold off, but when she quickened her strokes all by herself and went down farther than before with sharp bobs of her head, he lost the ability to speak. He reached out blindly for her head and pumped inside her mouth, coming with such force that his body shook.

Kristen dug her nails into his ass with one hand and he flooded her throat with more cum, fearing he’d hurt her, but unable to stop. Slowly, his body melted into a relaxed state he’d never reached before. He tried to ease from her mouth, but froze when she sucked back down it. Then keeping her eyes on him, she licked back up his shaft until with a pop she released him, kissing the still too sensitive head after with a smile.

“Ahh,” he groaned and sank back on the couch, trying to pull her up to his chest, but she was too busy discovering how to drive him wild all over again with her busy little kisses along his softening cock.

“Mmm, I think I love plums, Robbie. In fact, they might be my favourite fruit.”

He laughed, so pleased with her words, he hauled her protesting body up on top of him and kissed her lips. She tasted like him and it turned him on so much he grew heavy with a suddenness that had him groaning. Kristen seemed to like his reaction, because she dived into the kiss, sharing her breath with him and wiggling her slender body against his hardening shaft obviously wanting to be filled.

“Did you like that?” he asked, pulling free to scan her flushed face. He caressed a hand down her tiny stomach and found her dripping wet between her thighs. She had the most amazing light brown, almost golden pubic hair, the soft curls shaved to a sweet little triangle that tempted him beyond endurance.

“What do you think? I loved it, I want more, too,” she whispered, her voice rough sounding from sucking him.

He moved her slim legs to either side of his hips and settled her right above his hungry erection. “Is that so?” he teased, loving her response.

“Mm-hmm, I do, but maybe later,” she breathed. “Now I want you as deep as you can go.”

By the way his body pulsed, he would have never guessed he’d just come. It wasn’t the desperate need he felt from the drug, this was different, as if he’d finally got what he wanted after years of craving it, and now wanted to feast on it.
On her.

“You won’t hear me complaining if it’s a daily addiction.”

She smiled at his words and leaned her elbows on his shoulders. “But right now, I am craving something big and hard, right here,” she whispered right in his ear, easing her body down so the head penetrated her silky wet heat.

He fisted the shaft right beneath her, letting her feel the fullness of it but not allowing her to go lower until she looked at him with her hungry eyes.

“Take it, darling, take it,” he urged.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and ducked down to kiss his lips while she slid down firmly. The wet tightness sucked him almost like her mouth, making him insane with the need to thrust. He’d loved every second of her blow job, and would beg daily for that loving caress, but he’d been unable to move for fear of hurting her. The animalistic urge to fuck, to rut, she put him in, needed that hard drive of his hips. With a hard, long thrust upward, he filled her.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s so good,” she cried.

“Not going to last,” he warned, close to coming again. He ducked his head and found her rounded breast, latching onto a berry ripe nipple and suckled the hard point as his erection hardened to steel.

“Oh, yes, that, Robert,” she ended with a shout of his name when he fed her rougher, harder thrusts of his hips using the power of his legs and his arm over her lower back to hold her in place.

Her climax seemed to rush her, bursting along her tight core in contractions that had her moaning into his shoulder and trembling within minutes of his hard shafting.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he yelled, feeling the drive to take her higher force him to turn her so he could be on top of her, missionary style, and feast on her body as he fucked her harder.

Every stroke he delivered was a desperate attempt to hold off the building pressure to come tightening his balls to rocks and his cock to a fullness he shouldn’t have after coming so hard only moments before.

Kristen dug her nails in his flesh, stroking his shoulders, chest and back while she pressed breathless kisses to his heated skin, making it impossible to hold off.

He thrust and groaned at how good it felt. His balls tingled each time his hips hit hers and the heavy sac smacked against her. Each time they hit her, she cried out his name in pleasure. If that wasn’t enough, the tightness of her pussy nearly sent him over, especially when he lifted her rounded butt off the couch and angled her slim legs to the side so he could pump into her while he watched her butt bounce.

“Oh, Robert,” she breathed, from where he’d practically trapped her under him. A grimace of pleasure turned her face into something so beautiful and sexy he had to give her one more orgasm.

“Kristen,” he managed breathlessly, switching his eyes off her face to watch the way his glistening thickness spread her pussy each time he thrust his hips forward. Her small perfect breasts quivered and the supple flesh of her ass did the same with each impact.

“Harder, oh, God, Robbie, harder like before,” she cried.

He gave it to her. Unable to hold back because this was Kris, his Kris and there wasn’t a chance in hell he
could
hold back—not with her. Never with her. He would always give her everything she wanted and needed.

“Oh!” she cried and covered her mouth, eyes wide as she began to tremble.

Like a house of cards catching fire instead of toppling, his orgasm tore down his body, turning him into an animal in rutting season until the hard, thick pulses of his cum filled her. She made another low cry under him and he knew she had joined him, but by then he was caught by such pleasure his back arched and his body tingled from the top of his head to circle his ass all the way to his balls.

Slowly the room resurfaced and when it did, Kristen’s eyes glowed with something he’d dreamed of seeing. He erased the distance between their lips and kissed her gently. She opened for him and he sampled her mouth with a long, slow kiss, loving how giving she was with herself. She put her hands on his face and deepened the kiss until with a sigh, she pulled away to watch his face again.

Could life be this way? Can I have this woman as mine, now and after the mission?

The thought brought a sharp jab of anxiety to his chest. Was he endangering her by being here? She’d asked twice, and he’d worried about it off and on all day.

No, he quickly decided, petting her hair away from her flushed face. He didn’t even know where he was, no one else would. He’d let her rest, then he’d sit her down and explain things to her, how he was here now and didn’t plan on leaving for longer than it took to seal this mission. But after he hoped he could make this woman happy, even if it took the rest of his life to do it.