Unforgettable You (9 page)

“You know, I think I want you to bring me home. I guess I should go in and get some clothes, huh?

I laugh. “Won’t need ‘em!”

She starts laughing too. “Well, okay, toothbrush and hairbrush. How ‘bout that?”

“Oh, well, yeah, I’m not a fan of morning breath, so that sounds pretty good. Shall I sit out here?”

“No. Come on in.” We’re both still teasing each other and laughing as we head into the house.

It takes her all of ten minutes to throw some things in a bag. “Did you put extra panties in there?” I ask her.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Those you’ll need.” I reach for her and draw her up against me, then kiss her again. She drops her bag and wraps those beautiful arms around my neck, and I swear I see stars and hear angels. Then I pull back and look down into those big blue eyes. “If we keep this up, we’ll never get to my house.”

“Come on then. Let’s go.” She grabs my hand and leads me out, locks the door, and pulls me down the steps to the car.

“Oh, god, Sir, oh god. Please? Please? I need to come.”

Her hands are tied together with red shibari rope and then tied to the head of my bed. That naked body is gloriously on display, and there’s a fire in my cock that I haven’t felt in years. My spreader bar has come in handy too, and her ankles are secured to it while I administer a delicious level of torment. I work her right up to orgasm, only to let it subside before I start again. Six times so far. She’s wound up like you wouldn’t believe. “One more time, sub, and then I’ll see what I can do about this.”

“Oh, please, Sir!”

And now comes the part I want her to get. “Okay, listen to me. I’m going to tell you when you can come, and you have to hold off until then. Once I tell you that you can, it’s all good.”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

“No trying.” I ramp up my finger motion, that swirling around her distended node, and she squirms with the effort of waiting. Finally, I tell her, “Sub, I want you to come for me.” I stroke her clit extra hard and fast for a split second, and she comes hard, bucking and screaming. Making sure I let it go on long enough, I finally stop and bark out, “I’m flipping you over. On your knees, hands gripping the headboard.” Shibari rope undone and dropped on the floor by the bed, I pick her up and roll her. Once she’s on her stomach, I’m surprised at how fast she can scramble up and get into position. It’s a joy to press my hands into her sides just under her arms and slide them down until they rest on those luscious hips. Wow. The girl is curvy in all the right places, and she brings my curve to life every time. My fingers grip into her flesh and I lean forward to kiss my way down her spine; the arch in her back tells me she loves it. There’s something about this woman that makes me want to keep her happy and satisfy her. Something else floats through my mind, someone else I felt that way about, but I just let it keep going until it’s gone – thank god. When I get to the base of her spine, I drag my tongue all the way back up just to hear her moan out, “Ahhhhhhhh.”

“Good?”

“Awesome.”

“I’m glad.” I rise up on my knees behind her, roll on a condom, and then move into her, knowing she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. “I hope this is equally as good.” I scoot my knees up and under her spread legs and press the head of my dick into her slick, hot opening. When I shove upward the first time, she lets out a little squeal. “You’ll not come until I tell you it’s all right. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My rhythm is vicious, and she falls right into it, pressing down against me as I rise up into her, moaning in a way that sets my blood boiling. God, her ass is a beautiful thing! So firm, so round, so satiny. Everything below my waist is knotting and tightening, and I need her so badly that I can barely breathe.

Before I even know I’m going to say it, I mutter out, “Girl, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

A breathless, “Oh, Sir,” comes out of her lips and she groans loudly. Oh, god, I wish we knew each other well enough to just lose control, but I feel like I have to hold back so I don’t push her or scare her. I don’t want her nervous or afraid around me. She’s been pushed around enough already. “Oh, Sir, please, may I come? Oh, god.”

“Not yet, sub. Not yet. Hang in there with me and I promise you’ll be rewarded.” I’m almost there, teetering on the edge, and then I slap her ass with the palm of one hand and tell her, “Come with me, baby. Right now.” Over the edge I go, and from the way her channel closes around me and pulses, I know she’s there too. Her knuckles are white from gripping the headboard, and I give her about ten more good, hard thrusts, really push her hard. She’s crying out and trembling, and I scoot back just a little, rise up straight, wrap my arms around her, and pull her up, her back against my chest.

Her head tips back against my shoulder, and I whisper in her ear, “You’re incredible, do you know that? You’re the woman every man dreams about.”

There’s a sleepy smile on her face. “Do you dream about me?”

The low rumble in my chest gives me away, my voice husky when I answer, “Since I met you? Every damn night. I don’t dream about anything or anyone else.”

“Oh, Steffen.” She turns her head toward me and kisses my cheek, and I swear I think I’ll be able to feel her lips there even next week. “I want to know you, really know you. You have a beautiful soul.”

No one’s ever said anything like that to me before. Everybody treats me like I’m some kind of ego-driven stud who wants one conquest after another. And I may put that face on at the club, act all cavalier and nonchalant, but it’s just like I told her before: Everyone wants to be loved. Even me. It’s eluded me all these years, and I’d like to think I’ve finally captured it. I want to hang on with both hands, dig my fingers into it, and never let go.

I cup one of her breasts in each hand, feel their weight, test the hardness of her nipples with my fingers, and listen to the sigh she blows out and onto my skin. She smells so sweet, like chocolate and cinnamon, and I can’t get her close enough to me. I want to draw her in through my skin, swallow her down and put her inside me somehow, hold onto this moment for the next day, week, month. She turns and puts a hand on either side of my face, and her eyes are clear and bright when she speaks. “Do you want more? Because I do. I’m afraid, but I’m tired of being alone. I’ve had no one for so long. I’m so glad I’m here with you.”

Just like she’s holding my face, I hold hers and she presses her lips to mine. There’s some kind of spark between us; I feel it almost pop and crackle as it travels along my spine, and when she shivers under my palms, I know she feels it too. Gasping for breath, I manage to pant out, “I’m glad I’m here with you too.” The house is so quiet that I swear I can hear our hearts beating here in the low lamp light, that beautiful cayenne-colored hair shimmering, and I draw her down and into my arms. Lying there on our sides and facing each other, there’s something about it all that feels so right, so comfortable and normal and relaxing.

Our lips meet, and then she draws back and looks straight into my eyes with those big baby blues. “Steffen, I need you again. Please?”

She needn’t have asked. I’m already hard for her. It’s a perpetual state of being for me if she’s anywhere near. Snapping off the condom to roll another one on feels like second nature, and I shove her knees apart with mine, pull her legs up and around my waist, and slide into her waiting warmth.

It’s like I’ve always been here with her, and she fits so perfectly in my arms that I’m pretty sure she’s been tailor-made for me. “Are you getting what you need? I just want you to get what you need,” I whisper to her.

“You’re more than enough, baby, more than enough.” That voice, those words, those eyes – these overwhelmingly possessive feelings just take over, and I know we’re supposed to be here together. We rock into each other quietly, exchanging little kisses, and sometimes I just kiss her forehead. Holding her is like a drug, and I’m so damn high I don’t ever want to come down. I hear her give a little tiny grunt and her pussy starts to pulse around my cock, and in less than a minute, I pour into my condom again.

We both still, her legs around my waist, my arms tight around her, and she presses her face to my chest and sighs. I’ve never felt so balanced and centered in my life. This woman belongs with me – I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. To test the waters I say, “You sure there isn’t somewhere you need to be in the morning?”

There’s a gentle smile on her lips as she looks up at me. “There’s no place I need to be that’s more important than being here with you.”

This is it. I make up my mind right then – I’m not letting go.

When I manage to pry one eye open, Sheila’s sitting up in the bed, scratching her head through that tangled mane of hair. She sees me sneaking a peek at her and says, “Your morning wood is impressive.”

I lift the sheet and look down. “Yeah, like that? It’s all yours. You can build whatever you like with that.”

“I want to build something that’ll withstand the test of time.” She leans down into my face and kisses me.

“What do you have in mind?” I clasp my hands behind my head to lift it so I can see her a little better, and she giggles.

“I don’t know, silly! Oh, just something strong and sturdy and solid.”

“And something silly?” With that, I grab her, throw her to the bed, climb on top of her, and start tickling her, and she shrieks with laughter. “Want something silly too, silly girl?”

“Yeah, yeah! Something silly!” I stop and look down into her face. “Steffen, you look good with stubble, you know?”

“Yeah? Think so?” I rub my jawline along her shoulder and she giggles again. “Like a scrub brush.”

“Like a sexy scrub brush.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, I can honestly say I’ve never been called a sexy scrub brush before. So thanks for that.” She digs her fingers into my ribs to tickle me, and I growl back, “Okay, little girl, don’t start something you can’t finish!” and start tickling her again.

“I want to finish! I want to!” she shrieks. When we both calm, she says, “Uh-oh. Your morning wood is gone.”

“Yeah. You tickled it right out of me.”

“Sorry.”

It’s time to get up, I think, so I stumble off to the bathroom. While I’m in there, I yell back out, “Want some breakfast?”

“Yeah. And I should probably go home.”

“Why? Is your other boyfriend gonna miss you?” I laugh.

“Oh, yeah. He’s missing me already. He’s probably been wondering where I am.” I can hear her giggling the whole time.

I come back and sit down in the bed, then draw her up against me and kiss her forehead. “Tell him I said back off ‘cause there’s a new sheriff in town, and he don’t like being messed with, ya hear?”

“Yes, Sir! I’ll tell him, Sir.” She looks around the room and then turns back to me. “I love being here with you. Your house is amazing and so are you.”

“Having you here is a joy, babe. I hope this is just the first time of many to come.” I kiss her forehead again.

“Me too.” She cranes her neck and gives me a peck on the lips. “Now I’m going to take a shower. And before you ask, no. I like to shower alone. Sorry. It’s just a thing for me.”

“Damn. And to think I actually had some wood I could get wet without the grain splitting.” I’m grinning from ear to ear, thinking about last night. “Oh, well, go ahead. That’s fine. I’ll just wait out here and pout.”

“You do that.” She ruffles my hair as she gets up and laughs when I do my best to smooth it back down. That’s impossible. I’m the king of bed head.

On the way back to her house, she asks, “So what are you doing today?”

“Well, looks like the very first thing I’ll be doing is changing my sheets!” I wink at her. “And then I’m taking the car to the carwash. And then I’m going back home to finish a model I’ve been working on.” She makes a face. “Plane. I have model planes. You know, the big ones that you fly? Remote control?”

“Oh! Yeah? I didn’t see them.”

“They’re in the garage. Matter of fact, that’s why the car’s not in there right now. I’ve got one scattered out because I’m working on it. But when I get it finished, I’ll be able to put the car back in there.”

“How long have you been doing that?”