Chapter 3
Blake let Sierra lead him from the room, hoping they were headed for her bedroom. The show she’d made of unbuttoning her jeans had made him instantly hard inside the rough denim of his own.
Now his cock ached as he followed her through the house. She tugged him through the doorway, dropped his hand and spun to face him. Before he could say anything, she tugged the flowing blouse she wore off over her head revealing full breasts cupped by pale pink lace.
His mouth watered as he watched her. He stepped closer, wanting nothing more than to touch her, taste her, but she stepped back, out of his reach. Her hands went to the waistband of her jeans as she shimmied and pushed them down her hips. Blake let his eyes rake down her body then back up again as she stepped out of her the thick denim, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties. He stepped closer, wanting to touch her, but she’d stepped back so he waited for some hint she wanted his touch. Then she leaned in, pressed her chest against his as she stretched up to plant a hot, needy kiss on his lips.
Unable to hold back any longer, he let his arms wrap around her and hold her close while he returned her kiss with as much heat and desire as he dared. The last thing he needed was to let how much she affected him show.
Sierra’s hands slid beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, sliding along his skin with a smooth touch that only made him want her more. Blake soon lost himself in the honeyed scent of her skin and the faint taste of strawberry on her tongue.
Small hands tugged his shirt up until he had to break away and help her slip it off over his head. Skin against skin, he groaned as she pressed her lace covered breasts against him. He didn’t know how much longer he could resist the urge to lay her back on the bed and spend the whole night getting to know her every sensitive spot and what made her sigh with ecstasy.
Patience,he reminded himself. He’d have all night. There was no need to rush anything. Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and made short work of the button and zipper there. He’d barely taken a breath before her hand slipped inside his jeans and cupped him there.
“Lose these so I can touch you.” Her voice was thick with lust as she tugged at the thick cloth.
Blake didn’t hesitate to comply. He pushed the pants off his hips, leaving his briefs in place as he kicked them off and out of the way. Her hands skimmed over his briefs, then pushed at them as she tried to entice him into more. He covered her hands with his, stopping her for a moment as he drew her close. Something about Sierra was different than other women, something about this woman was special. And he wanted to make sure it stayed that way.
He scooped her into his arms and lay her gently on the bed before lying beside her. Her hands went to his upper arms, clutching them as he leaned down to drop a long, lingering kiss against her lips before moving away, feathering kisses down her neck and further, to her breasts.
Sierra’s fingers curled into his shoulders.
“Oh, that feels good.”
Her words encouraged him to continue teasing her sensitive skin and trailing light touches along her body until she cried out again.
“More. I need more.”
He eased her panties down her legs then moved away, heading for where he’d left his jeans.
“What are you after?”
“Condom.”
“I have some, here.” She stretched up, reached to one side, and opened a drawer on the nightstand.
Blake took his own out of his jeans anyway. He preferred to trust the ones he’d bought himself. Too many paternity suits against celebrities in the news had long ago taught him caution. He knew the condoms he brought hadn’t been tampered with. Bringing the string he’d stuffed in his pocket before heading to the bar, he went back to Sierra, dropping them on the bed so they’d be in easy reach.
He slid his hands up the length of her legs, caressing her smooth skin every inch of the way, until he reached the apex of her thighs. He nudged her thighs apart and slipped one hand between them. A few light touches, he watched her face as he teased her most sensitive bits. His gentle touch told him she was slick and ready for him, but her face let him know she wasn’t quite where he wanted her. He wanted her desperate with need. He wouldn’t say no to having her begging him for more. He dropped a light kiss at the top of her slit, then moved down. Kissing her lower lips with as much passion and desire as he’d kissed her mouth earlier.
Fingers burrowed into his hair, pulling him close as Sierra’s back arched. She cried out as she tugged him closer, making sure he didn’t stop until he hit the spot she needed.
Blake unhooked the back of her bra then played his hands over her body. Skimming his hands down her body, pushing the cups of her bra off as he went. He cupped and squeezed the rounded fullness of her breasts, flicked a thumb over the taut nub of her nipple, then skimmed down her belly to run his hands down her legs.
“More.” Sierra’s fingers curled into his scalp, the sting as she pulled his hair blending in with the pleasure as he worked his way up her body with kisses and soft, gentle nips of her skin.
Sierra picked up one of the square packets from the bed beside her, tore it open and reached for him. Blake let her push his briefs off his hips, then took over and slipped them off before moving back to her. She unrolled the latex barrier with an ease born of practice. Once he was completely covered, she pushed him back until he lay on his back, staring up at her as she moved over him.
Blake was used to having to make every move himself. It was nice to have a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it for a change.
Sierra flung one leg over his body until she knelt, one knee on either side of his waist as she gazed down. Her long blonde hair curled around her breasts. Her berry-colored nipples peeking through the tendrils that hid the pert globes from his view.
No longer caring to resist the temptation he cupped the roundness that called to him as she lined up his cock with her opening and slowly sank down over him, pressing him deeper into her heat with every breath. The slow penetration like to drove him to the edge of his control. He wanted to roll over, lay her down and take things at his speed but was able to resist, if only barely.
Once he was fully embedded in Sierra, her hips resting against his, she twisted her hips in a slow circle. Blake clenched his teeth as sensations flooded him. His hands fell to the bed beside him, and he clutched at the bedspread to keep from taking over. She leaned forward her breasts flattening against his chest, and she gave him a hard kiss as her hips moved. He did his best to return the kiss, but Sierra kept moving her hips, distracting him. She lifted up, until he slid nearly all the way out of her body then pushed back again, stealing what little bit of concentration he had left.
Blake lost himself in the pleasure washing through him. All that mattered was Sierra and what was happening between the two of them. The rest of the world, the rest of the room ceased to exist as his world narrowed to what was happening between himself and Sierra. It seemed like moments until pleasure and joy exploded around them. She collapsed against his chest as they both fought to catch their breath.
Blake wrapped his arms around her, held her close and couldn’t imagine being here, like this, with anyone else.