Wild Ride: Lance and Tammy (18 page)

There was no humor in his expression now.  He cupped her face in his hands and did as she commanded.  Slowly, and seductively his tongue parted her full lips and invaded the hot recesses of her mouth.  Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer. Led by that direction, he crushed hard against her mouth. Just when she thought that she’d tasted the best of his him, he surprised her.  Oh, there was so much more there!  This man’s mouth could cause changes within her body she never knew were possible. She felt a groan of pleasure coming from deep in her throat.  Her skin felt hot, needy. “God, just touch me.  Please Lance, touch me.”

Without breaking his mouth off of hers, he did exactly as she asked and circled his arms around her pulling her tight against him.  Once again his hand cupped her bottom and surged her upward and against his hips as he slowly walked toward his bed.  Then, he let her down slowly, so she slid down his body; bare skin moving over bares skin.

“
Oh
,” she gasped.

Then he moved his hands behind her and undid her bra.  She’d barely noticed until her breasts were suddenly loose.  He slipped the straps off her shoulders and tossed it aside.  Then he gathered her in his arms again, kissing her.

She could have cried at the feeling of his hot skin against hers it was so delicious. Instinctively she went for the belt around his slacks, but she fumbled and felt foolish. “Lance I—"

His hands stilled hers.  She moved back and looked at him.  “It’s okay. I’ll do that.  Sit down. Watch.” 

The command was soft and urging and sent a static pulse through her the likes she’d never known.  She was way too nervous and scared to manage his belt and because her hands were shaking, he instantly noticed, and again, was easing her discomfort.  She couldn’t possibly resist even if she wanted to. She sat on the side of the bed feeling vulnerable at her nakedness and excited of what was to come. 

Soon her embarrassment that was forgotten as Lance undid the belt and slipped out of his pants, kicking them aside.
Watch.
His legs were just as muscular as the rest of him.  It was no wonder he filled out jeans so well. Her eyes moved over him slowly, soaking up every beautiful inch of him.  Yes, she was a nurse, but she’d not seen anything as desirable as the man standing in front of her.

“I can take it from here.  Tell me to stop if you wish.”

Are you kidding me?
“I don’t want to,” she breathed, taking in the sight of him.

He seemed pleased with her answer. Then he stepped up to her sticking his thumb in the waistband of his underwear.  “Take them off.”

He wore snug jockey shorts, and she could easily see his erection by the bulge in the dark grey material.  The fact that she excited him made a wash of hot desire go through her. He seemed so unreachable, and yet, here they were. If someone asked her what she would be doing two days ago, this wouldn’t have even crossed her mind. She moved her fingers inside the elastic and slowly lowered the material.

She’d seen plenty of naked men in her line of work and was always able to be professional about it, but if Lance ever showed up in her ER, there was no way she could.  He was a true Adonis, built to masculine perfection. Of course it helped that she was madly in love with him.

“Now stand up.  It’s my turn.”

She did stand as he asked, but he didn’t sit down.  Instead he grabbed her, pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his.  Then he moved his mouth down her cheek, delicately licking, nipping, and tasting her skin.  She tilted her head back and he moved down her neck, between her breasts, finally taking one in his hot mouth.  She cried out and twisted her fingers in his hair.  “Oh Lance, my knees—I can’t stand anymore.”

He murmured something soft against her skin and then moved his arm around the small of her back.  He straightened, maneuvered her backwards, and laid her down on his bed.  The soft mattress enveloped her. He was right, his bed was more comfortable than hers. 

He moved back and kneeled beside her on the mattress, “Lift your hips.”

She did and he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs tossing them over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of her.  Then he moved over her, raised, with his arms extended on either side of her head so he could stare down at her.

“Jesus, Tam, you’re so beautiful.”

She stared up at him, her brown eyes raw with fear and desire. He seemed to understand.

“I’ll go slow.  Promise me, you’ll let me know if I hurt you.”

She nodded slowly. She was too afraid to speak not wanting to break the spell.

He bent down and kissed her, hard, passionately.

She felt his hands on her.  She was right; the callouses he had were rough on her sensitive skin but felt erotic. He moved them down over her breasts and her abdomen, touching her everywhere as if learning the lines of her body. She loved the fact that he was a hardworking man, that he had integrity.  There was something fiercely genuine and honest in his touch because of his devotion to physical labor.

He’d yet to give her his full weight.  It was like he was teasing her with his body.  Well, it was working.  Slowly the fear started to ebb out of her and something more powerful started to take over.

One of his hands moved lower, between her legs, and she arched off the bed and gasped, “Oh!” She met his eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her.

He was watching her reaction. His eyes dark with hunger, but he moved slow, patiently. The amount of control he was showing was most definitely attributed to his experience.  Although she wasn’t thankful for it earlier, she was now.

He moved over her kissing her again, while his fingers moved magically making her spiral out of control.  She felt pressure building deep in her pelvis.

“Come for me.” His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her whole body.

He rotated his hand and managed to find the most sensitive spot making her cry out in pleasure. 

“Ah, there it is.”

Then he found a rhythm that she responded to.  It was like an inferno ignited and burned through her whole body. She arched and moved her hips to capture that feeling.  She was oblivious to her surroundings.  Whatever nervousness she felt earlier had since disappeared. Then she felt her whole body tighten as excruciating pleasure coursed through her tidal wave. Then the world exploded around her.  She held her breath, arched toward him as waves of the orgasm surged through her. Then she relaxed with a soft feminine moan.  When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her.  She watched him bring his hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers with his eyes locked on hers. “You taste like fine wine.” 

She was speechless, satiated, and just had her mind blown.  Then that small gesture somehow really turned her on again.  Her eyes cracked open further and went over his face.  If she thought he registered desire before, she was mistaken.  His expression was now carnal.  “I think I died.”

He shook his head and grinned obviously pleased with himself. “No, darling. It’s my turn. I’m just getting started.” 

Before she could say anything, or even recover from that shocking experience, Lance brought his weight down on her, reached down and pulled her thighs up to his hips, then he kissed her releasing the dam of passion that he’d held onto to ready her.  She responded fervently still under his spell.  At this moment, she would do anything he asked of her. Her hands moved down his muscular back, felt him arch, lift, then enter her.  It wasn’t painful.  He’d taken his time to make her ready, and she was.  It was merely a pinch of discomfort, but what came afterwards made her forget that all together.  She felt herself stretch to accommodate him, but that physical change was a feeling of immense gratification, like filling an unknown emptiness, and with it, untouched pleasure.

The rising heat in her pelvis started all over again, but it was different this time.  It was more powerful, more enveloping—visceral.  Feminine noises of excruciating pleasure were smothered by his mouth.  His rhythm was tortuous, yet exquisite.  It was meant to drive her wild with need, wanting to reach that tortuous orgasm he’d introduced her to again. She clung to him, moved under him, and returned his kisses with an uninhibited hunger.  She wanted more of him, to be closer.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it, she felt something in him change.  His movements increased, his breathing became heavier, and he increased the force of his thrusts.

She
was
going to die this time, she knew she was.  The feelings of unbearable pleasure were going to kill her.  This couldn’t be happening.  Then, she felt the familiar surge as before, but it was more of a tsunami than a tidal wave.  She called out, just as he arched up and shouted his own release, pushing hard into her.

She felt his whole body tremor, felt him pulse within her, then after a moment, relax. Then she felt his mouth on hers.  She responded with fulfilled eagerness.

He lifted his head and stared down at her. Then his eyes narrowed. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she denied quickly while shaking her head.  She’d never felt anything like that in her life, but it sure as hell wasn’t pain.

“You’re crying love.” He used his thumb to wipe away the streaks leaving her eyes.  “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“It was because you blew my mind.” She answered without thinking.

He grinned. “There goes my ego again.”

“I don’t think I can move.” Her eyes were wide with wonder.

“You make love like a goddess.”

She flushed. She did? She was pretty sure he deserved the credit for that.

His eyes glistened seeing her embarrassment.  “You never cease to amaze me.”

“It seems different now.” She felt a little embarrassed at how wildly abandoned she was.  At the time it felt perfectly normal because she was consumed with desire.

“Now that you aren’t a lusty wench?”

She giggled.  “I really was.”

“You were pretty amazing Miss Easler.  Your response to me flames my ego.”

“You’re just saying that because you know I’m vulnerable.”

“I’m saying that because it’s true.  The fact that you’re vulnerable, is refreshing.”

“Not to me.  I don’t like feeling like this. I’m used to being in control of things in my life,” she explained in the same wide eyed innocence.

“That loss of control was in the throes of desire, Tam.  That’s a sign of deep passion. Nothing turns me on more than watching a woman reach her peak and to know that I was responsible.  You held nothing back despite your innocence.  It can only get better.”

Her stomach spasmed with those wonderful shards of pleasure at his words. “Really?”

He nodded slowly.  “It’s a sexy as fuck.”

She smiled.  She’d never heard him curse, but in the past few days he’d said that word a couple of times.  For some reason it was quite profound at that moment. “Such language. Mr. Hartley, you are surprising me as well,” she teased.

A small smile pulled at his mouth. He stared at her for a moment, nodded, and moved off her. “Come.” He stood up and held his hand out.

“Where are we going?”

“To shower.  I’m going to soap up that gorgeous body of yours, and make you all vulnerable again.”

“In the shower?”

“Well, unless you’re into bathtubs, but it’s not so easy in there.  Too much friction.”

“Oh my God!” she burst into laughter unable to help herself.

For the next half an hour, he did just what he said he was going to do. He soaped her up, pausing to kiss her passionately every few minutes, while moving his hands tantalizing all over her body, exploring every inch of her.  Tammy never felt so adored, so beautiful, before in her life, but he had an uncanny knack of making a woman feel like she
was
a goddess.  She was getting excited again, and so was he by the size of his erection.

“Turn around, and face the glass,” he bent and whispered huskily in her ear while moving her to the position.

Water streamed off of his hair, and down his tanned body mixing with soap suds making him look unbelievably seductive. She didn’t say anything, but obeyed.  There was a built in tiled bench in that part of the shower and he’d moved her toward it. The water poured over them from three different shower nozzles. Between that and his hands, she felt like she was getting a full erotic body massage.

“Bend over.  Flatten your hands on the tile of the seat.”

Her lips parted as rising excitement seemed to pulse from the pit of her stomach.  She again did as he said.  She knew that exposed her bottom half to his perusal.  For some reason it didn’t bother her like she thought it should.  The mystery of what he was going to do to her seemed to exhilarate her.  She suddenly felt his hands moving over her bottom, down the tops of her thighs and back up to between her legs.  She felt her knees weaken as his fingers probed for entrance again. She moaned, letting her head fall.  She could see his strong masculine hair dusted legs behind hers.  For some reason, that visual excited her.

“Jesus, Tam, you’re already wet for me.  Do you have any idea how that arouses a man?”

She felt her loins actually throb with his words. She could have never fathomed that his deep voice could elicit that in her.  She finally found it in herself to shake her head to answer his question.  Words escaped her yet again.  His voice was deep, and mixed with the streaming water seemed surreal. The atmosphere was charged with sexual anticipation.