WalkingSin (10 page)

She slid her lips over his jaw and to his
mouth. He didn’t return the kiss, but let her explore his mouth at her leisure.
Her lips pressed so tenderly against his. She moved her mouth one way, then the
other, over and over again. She nipped gently at his lower lip with her teeth,
flicked the tip of her tongue over the bite. Those soft, sweet kisses caressed
his lips again.

After a few moments of torture on his part,
she moved back enough so he could see into her eyes. “Why aren’t you kissing
me?”

“You told me not to touch you.”

“I want you to kiss me. Please.”

This time when she pressed her lips to his,
Dax responded. He kept the kisses soft and sweet, the way she seemed to want
them. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he parted his lips and swiped his
tongue over the inside of her bottom lip.

She moaned.

Keeping the kisses gentle became more
difficult. Dax wanted to hold her, to ravish her mouth, her body. He twisted his
hands into the bedspread beneath him to keep from reaching for her.

When the kisses ended this time, Dax didn’t
know which of them breathed heavier. She rested her forehead against his. Each
puff of air from her mouth flowed over his lips. It made him long for more of
her taste.

“I’ve never…” She lifted her forehead from
his. “I’ve never felt like this.”

Neither had he. He’d kissed dozens of
women. Kisses had always been a prelude to sex. Kisses with Kelcey seemed to be
filled with more feeling, more meaning.

Dax cleared his throat. “How do you feel?”

“I ache, low in my belly.”

That meant her pussy was probably open and
creamy. He tightened his hold on the bedspread to keep from finding out for
sure.

She shifted forward on his legs. Dax
inhaled sharply when her mound bumped his tight balls. A man could be sexually
frustrated but it wouldn’t kill him. At least, Dax had never thought so until
now.

“Kelcey, may I touch you?”

She bit her bottom lip, obviously torn. He
understood the desire flooding her body battled with her fear. He wanted to do
whatever he could to help her.

“I won’t touch you if you aren’t ready.”

She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I’d
like to kiss you again.”

“I have no problem with that.”

Dax gave her everything he could with the
next kiss, from slow and tender to hot and passionate. She slid her hands into
his hair, held the back of his head while she devoured his mouth. Her lips
caressed, her tongue stroked. She tugged his lower lip between her teeth,
licked the inside of his lip the way he had hers a few moments ago. She stopped
kissing him long enough to take a breath before taking his mouth again.

For a woman who hadn’t kissed many men, she
learned damned quick.

His cock felt as if it would explode any
second. It had been a long time since he’d come in his pants. There was a very
good chance of that happening, especially with Kelcey rocking her hips so her
mound rubbed against his shaft and balls.

God, he wanted to touch her!

Kelcey leaned back and stared into his
eyes. Dax waited, not knowing what she planned to do next. She surprised him by
taking the hem of his T-shirt in her hands.

“Raise your arms.”

He did as she said. She tugged off his
shirt and tossed it to the floor. Dax closed his eyes when she placed those
soft hands on his chest. She glided them back and forth over his skin, slid
them down the center of his stomach. She stopped at the waistband of his pants.

He opened his eyes again to see her staring
at the large bulge an inch from her palm. Indecision mixed with the heat in her
eyes.

“I won’t hurt you, Kelcey. I swear that on
my life.”

Her eyes softened with gratitude. Leaning
forward, she pressed her lips to his again. He almost swallowed his tongue when
he felt her hand slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock.

She laid her face against the side of his
neck. “It’s so hot.”

He caught himself before he arched into her
hand. He changed his mind. A man
could
die of sexual frustration. That
would happen to him any moment now.

“Dax?” she whispered directly into his ear.

“Yeah,” he managed to choke out.

“I want you to touch me.”

His cock gave a happy twitch. Before he did
anything, he had to know exactly what she wanted. “Where?”

“Wherever you want to.”

His first impulse was to cradle a breast
and slide a hand between her thighs. He suspected that would frighten Kelcey
until she’d gotten used to his touch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her
and simply held her close to him.

The gentle nip on his earlobe prompted him
to slowly move his hands over her back. Her grip on his cock tightened when he
slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt. Still moving slowly, he glided his hands
across her back, up and down her spine. Venturing lower, he discovered nothing
covering her ass.

Sweat broke out on his forehead when he
realized only his pants separated her pussy from his cock. He could push them
down, lift her over his dick and sink into her creamy heat in a manner of
seconds.

His hormones liked that idea a lot.

Her thumb brushed over the head of his
shaft. Her curiosity would make him lose it long before he wanted this to be
over. Dax gritted his teeth to get his hormones back under control. He couldn’t
come until he made sure he satisfied Kelcey.

Looking into Kelcey’s eyes, Dax ran his
hands up and down her sides beneath her shirt. After the third pass, he covered
her breasts with his palms. She gasped softly.

“Is this okay?” he asked, gently squeezing
her breasts.

Kelcey nodded.

Neither too big nor too small, her breasts
fit perfectly in his palms. He caressed the hard nipples with his thumbs,
loving the little sounds of pleasure that came from her throat. She released
his cock—much to his disappointment—and gripped his shoulders.

“That feels so good, Dax.”

“I can make you feel better. Will you let
me?”

She nodded. Dax continued the sweet torment
on her breasts with one hand while he slid his other hand between her thighs.
It surprised him to find hair covered her mound. Dax couldn’t remember the last
time he’d been with a woman who didn’t wax or shave or at least trim her pussy.
He liked the feel of the soft curls beneath his fingers.

Continuing his exploration, Dax touched her
labia with his fingertips. She gasped again, louder this time, then moaned when
he stroked her clit. He swallowed hard when he discovered the cream covering
her intimate flesh. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. Unable to
resist, he gathered her cream on his fingers, brought them to his mouth and
licked them clean.

“You’re delicious,” he said, his voice
gruff.

Kelcey whimpered.

She kissed him, lips parted, tongue dueling
with his. Dax touched her pussy again, his fingers gliding easily over her wet
folds. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while continuing to caress her breasts
beneath her shirt. He wanted the shirt gone, but had to leave it up to her whether
or not she removed it.

Kelcey rocked her hips in time with his
strokes. Her pants grew deeper, faster. “Dax, I need…” She stopped.

“What do you need? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

She jerked off her T-shirt and tossed it to
the floor. “I’m so hot.”

That was an understatement if he’d ever
heard one. Her long, lean torso flared into shapely hips. Her breasts were
round with pale pink areolas the size of half dollars surrounding her nipples.
The blonde hair covering her mound matched the hair on her head.

Exquisite didn’t begin to do her justice.

She grabbed handfuls of his hair and bucked
against his hand. Dax pushed one finger inside her tight channel as he kept up
the stimulation to her clit with his thumb. Kelcey closed her eyes and threw
her head back. Her body stilled, her breathing stopped, then she shuddered. A
long mewling cry came from her throat.

The walls of her pussy milked Dax’s finger.
Leaving his hand between her legs, he wrapped his other arm around her and
pulled her to his chest. Her heart pounded against him, her hot breath blew
across his neck. He kept up the gentle massage of her labia, wanting to give
her pleasure as long as possible.

“Your touch feels so good.”

“To me too.”

She lifted her head and looked in his eyes.
“I want more.”

“What do you want?”

Still gazing into his eyes, she laid her
hand over his cock. “This inside me.”

“Like this? With you on my lap?”

She nodded.

He understood and accepted that she had to
remain in control. “Take off my pants.”

Kelcey’s hands shook as she hooked her
fingers in the waistband of Dax’s pants. Part of her worried she wouldn’t be
able to actually take him inside her, that she’d freak out again. The biggest
part of her wanted him so much, she would be willing to try anything to make
love with him.

Dax lifted his butt from the bed and she
pulled his pants past his hips. She froze, her gaze riveted to his hard cock.
Emotions battled inside her—fear, desire, need, anxiety.

Desire won.

The pants came off, along with his socks.
He sat before her nude, aroused and incredibly gorgeous.

He opened the second drawer in his
nightstand, withdrew a foil packet. She watched, transfixed, as he opened the
packet and rolled the condom over his shaft. Then he held out one hand to her.

“Come here, Kelcey.”

She obeyed, taking his hand and letting him
guide her over his lap again. She expected him to thrust inside her right away.
He surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

“Nothing will happen until you’re ready,”
he said next to her ear.

Any lingering fear or anxiety vanished.
Kelcey kissed him, gently, tenderly. Her kisses became more passionate as her
desire climbed once more. She loved the feel of Dax’s hands moving over her
body, worshipping every curve, every dip. Squeezing her ass, he pulled her
tighter against him. He lifted her up and down so his shaft rubbed her clit.

Heat quickly spread through her body again.
Her climax had been so powerful, she’d thought she wouldn’t be able to have
another one for days. It seemed as if Dax wanted to blow that belief into a
thousand pieces. He kept moving her up and down, kept rubbing her clit against
his cock. Kelcey spread her legs as wide as she could, buried her face against
his neck. The tingling started in her womb, rushed down to her toes and back up
her body. She dug her fingernails into Dax’s shoulders, bit his neck.

He grunted and jerked beneath her. She
could feel his cock pulsing against her belly. Pulling back, she looked down
and saw his cum in the condom’s reservoir.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he
said.

She heard the chagrin in his voice. “You
weren’t supposed to have pleasure too?”

“I wasn’t supposed to have it without you.”

“But you didn’t.” She touched his lips with
her fingertips. “I was right there with you.”

Holding her hand against his mouth, he
kissed each pad of her fingers. “Let me up and I’ll get rid of this condom.
Then we’ll start the next round.”

She didn’t understand what he meant. “Next
round?”

“Yeah. You don’t think we’re through, do
you?”

Chapter Nine

Kelcey had no idea how to answer Dax’s
question. Yes, she thought they were through. She assumed once a man had a
climax, he rolled over and went to sleep. Since she had no experience with sex,
no man had ever proven that theory wrong. Yet Dax didn’t seem the least bit
sleepy.

He kissed her fingertips again. “Will you
let me get up?”

“Oh. Sure.”

She had to move slowly because her legs
were so weak. Once she shifted to his side, he rose from the bed and headed for
his bathroom. A sigh escaped Kelcey’s lips as she admired his broad shoulders
and tight butt. He had an incredible body, not from working out in a gym but
from the physical labor of his job. All those muscles came from lifting tools,
not weights.

Unsure whether or not to put her T-shirt
back on, she drew a pillow to her chest to hide her body. Dax had seen her,
touched her, yet she didn’t think she should just sit here naked until he came
back.

The view of him from the front stole her
breath. Even flaccid, his cock looked thick and long and impressive. She liked
the way it jiggled as he walked toward her.

Placing one knee on the bed, he cradled her
face in his hands and kissed her. “You’re staring.”

“There’s a lot to stare at.”