Chapter 28
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Sisco had hoped that with their evening alone, they would undoubtedly be able to give in to the desire to kiss, and if that led to making out, he knew he'd be thrilled. But the idea that she was ready to take their relationship to the next level, knowing she would have given it significant consideration, was humbling. And exciting.
“I want to ask you if you're sure,” he admitted. “But that would imply that you don't know your own mind.”
She laughed and slid her arms up to latch her fingers behind his neck. “Good. I'm glad you're not questioning me. But you should know that I haven't been with anyone since my divorce, and that was almost two years ago.”
“I haven't been in a relationship in more years than I can count. Anyone I was with, it was a mutual understanding… a physical need only. And believe me, those have been few and far between and none in the past six months.”
She lifted a brow. “I would question you, but that would be just as insulting as you questioning me and my intentions.”
He banded his arms around her waist and hoisted her up, loving the feel of her legs wrapping around his waist. “Then I guess the only thing you need to tell me is which way to your bedroom.”
“I only have a two-bedroom house, and you know where Evie's room is. I'm right across the hall.”
Before he moved, he angled his head and kissed her again. And just like every kiss they shared, it both hit him in the chest and the cock. His dick—he understood. Pure biology. The left side of his chest was new and different. The strange sensation reminded him of something his father used to say. I knew I wanted your mother the first minute I saw her. But I knew I wanted to make her mine with our first kiss. When the heart sings just being in the presence of someone, that lets you know it's right.
He lifted his head, not trusting his feet to find the bedroom without stumbling into the wall or doorframe. The smile beaming from Lenore was almost blinding, but he made it to her room. Once there, he stalked over to her bed and, without setting her feet on the floor, laid her gently on the bedspread.
Now, all he could think of was continuing their kiss. His body covered hers, although he shifted to the side so that his full weight wasn't pressing her down into the mattress. He was aware of how perfectly they fit together—her breasts against his chest, and with her head resting on his arm as a pillow, her soft curves pressed against his muscular torso. His cock was nestled in her heat, and their legs tangled together.
He didn't care that they were fully dressed because he wanted to explore her slowly and take the time to discover all the nuances her body had to offer.
And he started with her lips. Soft and pliable, they molded against his as their mouths sealed, and their tongues explored. Her taste was a sweet combination of cherries and wine, and he wondered if it was possible to become intoxicated and then addicted to someone's taste. He knew at that moment whatever happened between them, for the rest of his life, cherries and wine would always remind him of this night.
As the kiss intensified, they breathed hard as though the oxygen was stolen from the room.
Wanting to make sure he wasn't putting too much pressure on her chest, he shifted to the side a little more. While he missed the full-frontal contact, he smiled against her lips as the new position freed his left hand to explore. Sliding his hand down, he gently palmed her breast before squeezing slightly. Swallowing her moan, he continued until his fingers slid under the edge of her shirt and pushed it upward until his hand now covered her bra. Her nipple strained against the silky material.
His fingers wrapped around the upper material and pulled it down, freeing her breast. And for the first time in several minutes, his lips left hers only to trail a path over her jaw, down her neck, and then past the material bunched at her upper chest. He closed his lips around the taut bud.
Her breasts were a perfect handful, and as he circled his tongue around her nipple, he felt the rest of her body writhe against his. Her short fingernails dug into his scalp, and she breathlessly murmured, “Too many clothes.”
As his mouth continued to suck while he grinned at her eagerness, his hand glided over the soft skin of her belly to the top of her jeans. It only took a few tries for his thick fingers to manage the button and zipper before he was able to make enough room to slide his hand down the front of her pants and into her satin panties. He found her wet and ready. Just the feel of her slick flesh had his cock swell even more painfully behind his zipper.
He now completely agreed with her earlier assessment—too many clothes. Regretfully letting go of her heat, he moved quickly for a man of his size. Straddling her thighs, he leaned forward and gently shifted her shirt over her face and, with her arms held straight, easily pulled the material away, dropping it over the end of the bed. The lighthouse necklace lay against her chest, and it struck him how much he wanted to give her a piece of jewelry that he chose.
One bra cup was pulled down, exposing her breast, while the other one stayed in place. Grinning at the bounty in front of him, he slid his fingers underneath her, and she lifted to give him more room. Soon, the bra was unsnapped and joined her shirt somewhere on the floor, out of sight.
Refusing to rush, he took a moment to admire Lenore's beauty. Dark hair spread against the pale blue and rose bedspread. Creamy skin with rosy-tipped breasts begging for his attention. Pale lines over her stomach gave evidence of a body that had carried a baby. Eager to see the rest of her, he scooted backward until he planted his feet on the floor. Bending his fingers around her waistband, he tugged her pants until they bunched at her ankles. He bent to pull off her shoes, then divested her of her jeans and silky panties. Standing, he stared at the vision in front of him, both excited and humbled that this beautiful, strong, vibrant woman was offering herself to him.
“Sisco, you have to know you're gorgeous, and normally, I could look at you all day just as you are. But you've got me all hot and bothered, and just with your eyes roaming over my naked body, you're simply too dressed for the occasion.”
He grinned and lifted a brow. “The occasion ?”
A light blush started at the tops of her breasts and moved over her face. She appeared to fight a smile, then chuckled, causing her breast to bounce as his gaze continued to take it all in.
“Yes, the occasion ,” she reiterated. “The main event. Affair. Sex. Making love. Fucking. Doing the deed. I suppose there are many other ways to describe it, but I feel rather adolescent trying to think of more words.”
He cocked his elbows and grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging it up and then over his head, dropping it at his feet. “I not only get the picture but have to say, there's nothing adolescent about what we're doing.”
“Good. I'd hate the idea of just fumbling around only for you to get off and leave me wondering what the fuss is all about.”
Laughter barked out, and he shook his head. He bent and deftly kicked his boots to the side, his socks soon landing somewhere nearby. Standing to his full height, he unbuckled his jeans, but his gaze watched her eyes roam over his body. Seeing her desire was the sexiest thing he could remember ever seeing in his life.
His jeans and boxers were soon shucked, and somehow, he managed to remember to remove several condoms from his wallet, tossing them to the side of the bed. He wasn't sure where he wanted to start with her laid out like a smorgasbord in front of him. But then the scent of her arousal filled the air, and he knew he needed to dive in for a taste.
Her thighs spread, and she welcomed him as he licked her folds. While cherries and wine would always remind him of kissing her, the unique scent filling his mouth from her sex was now his favorite flavor.
He quickly learned she was not a woman who just laid while he did all the work. Her hands moved to her breasts, massaging the flesh and pinching her nipples. Her hips undulated, and her breaths grew shallow. “Don't stop, please,” she begged.
He remembered she'd said those words before and allowed himself an instant to think about her ex, wondering if he never took care of her in bed. A rumbling groan left her lungs, knocking out all other thoughts other than the two of them finding pleasure. He held her thighs as his mouth found her swollen nub, and he sucked hard. Her entire body quivered, and she cried out the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. How anyone would not want to hear that sound after they gave her pleasure, he couldn't imagine.
Her legs fell to the side as he lifted up. Her folds were glistening and beckoning. He loved that, even sated, she wanted more. Her hands clasped his biceps, and slowly, her gaze went from pleasure-filled to needy.
“Please, you have to know that I want this.” A little giggle slipped out, and she added, “I want you.”
He pulled back just enough to roll on the condom and then crawled over her body. Her hands now slid to his head, her fingers gliding through his beard before cupping his cheeks.
When the tip of his cock was pressed at the apex of her thighs, her body welcomed him home. He slid inside and understood what she seemed to be feeling. He was home. Her heat surrounded him, and as though every nerve was firing electricity and the sparks shot throughout his body, he plunged and pulled, every stroke sending shivers down his spine.
“More, please more,” she begged.
Wanting her to feel him as deeply as she possibly could, he shifted her to his thighs, spread her legs wider, and plunged as deeply as he could go. Her breath was ragged, her breasts bounced in rhythm to his thrust, and he stared at her flawless face where her eyes squeezed tight as her hands grasped the bedspread.
“Eyes, sweetheart,” he ordered gently. “Please look at me.”
Lenore opened her eyes and immediately focused on him. He leaned forward and, with one hand planted on the bedspread beside her, continued to drive deep. He was so close and knew that when his release came, he wouldn't be able to hold it back. Wanting her to go over the edge with him, he palmed her breast with his other hand, tweaking the nipples, and then finally sliding his fingers between their bodies, pinching the bud.
She cried his name loudly, and he watched as her flushed chest and face gave away to full-body tremors. Her inner muscles squeezed him tightly, and any possibility that he could hold off his own release was gone. His entire body tensed, every muscle as taut as it could be. His balls drew up, and his release slammed into him.
He came harder than he'd ever experienced in his life and now understood why it was called “little death.” For a few seconds, he'd flown to the heavens and back.
With the occasional hookup he had in the past, he would've smiled, patted the woman on the ass, and then immediately headed to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. After that, he dressed, ignoring their invitations to spend the night. He wasn't a cuddler and wanted no awkward expectations.
But now, all he could think about was to keep his cock nestled precisely where it was and never move again for the rest of his life. He lowered himself so that his hard chest was lightly pressing against her breasts and kissed her. He was sure she could taste her essence on his tongue, but he was still immersed in the cherries and wine intoxication. With his arms wrapped around her, they lay as their sweat cooled, and his cock slowly slid from her sheath.
He hated to move but needed to deal with the condom. Somehow, he convinced his body to work and slid from the bed and into her bathroom. After taking care of the condom, he washed his hands and re-entered the bedroom, finding her in the same position. It looked as though no muscle had moved, yet her gaze was on him, and her lips were curved upward.
“Christ, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Sisco.”
“I was just thinking the same.”
Instead of lying down on the bed with her, he bent and picked her up, setting her feet on the floor. Her eyes widened, almost panicked. “Are you leaving?”
“No force on this earth could get me to leave your side tonight.” He pulled the covers back, and her smile slipped back into place. Glancing down, he said, “Do you sleep in something?”
She nodded. “Having a child, you get used to wearing something to bed in case they need you in the middle of the night.”
He cupped her cheeks and tilted her head back before sealing his lips over hers again. Feeling the hands of time fall off the clock as everything in the world disappeared, he finally lifted his head. “Go ahead and get in your pajamas, sweetheart.”
She held his gaze, then walked over to a chest of drawers. Soon, she wore a cute nightgown. It wasn't designed to be sexy lingerie, yet looking at her, his cock stirred again. He bent and pulled on his boxers, then they slid into bed together.
A slight crinkle was heard, and she laughed while pulling out two more condom packets from underneath her. Her eyes twinkled, and she teased, “I'd like to keep these close if you don't mind.”
“Absolutely. Keep 'em close, 'cause we're gonna use them.”
She grinned again, and this time, he kissed her in the middle of a smile. His cock reacted, but he willed it down. Take a rest, boy. There will be time for that later.