Chapter 4 #2
“I’m glad,” she said. She didn’t want to talk. If they did, she’d start thinking and worrying and she’d have to leave. And right now she was remembering that it had been a very long time since any man had touched her this way.
She leaned down, dropped nibbling kisses against his jaw, and slowly worked her way to his lips. When she met his mouth, he tunneled his fingers through her hair and tangled his tongue with hers. She shifted on his lap and knew she was close to climaxing.
She reached between them, running her hands over his chest encased in that black T-shirt. He was a fine-looking man, she thought. She reached for the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over his head.
She sat on his thighs and looked down at the light smattering of hair on his chest. The muscles pulsed as she moved her touch over him.
She traced the line of hair that narrowed over his hard stomach before it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans where flesh met fabric. His stomach tightened and he let out a long, low breath.
“Damn, woman...”
“Like that?” she asked, feeling a heady sense of power over him. This was what she’d wanted. She needed to be in control.
“Love it.”
“Good,” she said, shifting on his lap to lean forward and kiss his chest. She kissed each pec and then used her tongue on his brown nipples. Gooseflesh spread down his body wherever she touched him.
His hands tightened on her waist and then he swept his hands up her back, taking off her shirt. He tossed it to the side and brought his hands around to her breasts. He cupped them and leaned into her.
She felt the arousing warmth of his breath on her skin before the brush of his lips. He kissed the scalloped edge of her lacy bra over one breast and then the other. She shuddered on his lap, fighting to control the sensations that threatened to overtake her.
He put his hands around her midriff and then brushed his thumbs up until he found the center of her nipple under the lacy fabric of her bra. Using his thumbs, he stroked back and forth and she found his mouth.
His tongue sucked hers strongly, and again she shuddered. Frustrated by her jeans and his, she wished they were both naked. She needed more from him and she needed it now.
She reached for his zipper, but he stopped her. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“I want this to last.”
“I don’t think I can wait,” she confessed. She was on the edge of coming just from this little bit of temptation and she didn’t want to draw it out. She wanted to take her orgasm now.
“It will be worth your while,” he said.
She smiled. The sound of his words affected her as much as his touch did. He unhooked her bra with a quick flick of his wrist. The cups stayed in place on her breasts and she saw him glance down at her.
She felt his cock twitch against her, and knew the sight of her breasts had turned him on. She reached behind her to brace her hands on the table so she could lean back and give him a better view.
“Aly, you are gorgeous,” he said, his words low, husky.
“Am I?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m almost afraid to touch you. Afraid to let you touch me because I’ll wake up and find out this is just another fantasy.”
His words were penetrating. She didn’t want to find out this wasn’t real either. And she needed this night. The fantasy of Jay and this moment.
She brought her hand up and covered his lips with her fingers. “Don’t talk. Just make love to me, Jay. Make me forget everything but this.”
He put both hands over her breasts and slowly peeled back the lacy cups. He stopped when the areole of her left breast was revealed and leaned in to tongue the fabric out of the way. He teased it with his mouth and then slowly closed his lips around her nipple.
Alysse felt her arms tremble and then a minute later, Jay’s arm was around her to support her while he pleasured her. She slowly slipped a hand to touch him while he continued to caress her breasts.
She undid the button at the top of his jeans and gradually lowered the zipper, caressing him through the barrier of his boxers.
He shifted his hips and she gripped his cock.
It was hot and hard and she slid her hand up and down its length until his hips bucked forward and a drop of moisture was at her fingertip.
She rubbed it over the head of his cock and then stroked him again.
He found the fastening of her jeans and undid them. She moved, trying to get her pants off but it wasn’t going to happen while she was sitting on his lap. She pushed herself to her feet and shimmied out of her jeans and then turned back to him.
“I can’t believe we’re here. Like this. After everything that’s happened,” he said. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her stomach and around her belly button. Then his touch moved lower and he cupped her intimately.
His fingers gently stroked against her most sensitive flesh. She wanted—no needed—more and she wouldn’t be denied any longer. She pushed against his shoulders, urging him back to his chair but he shook his head.
“No way. I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long,” he said.
She was taken aback at his words. Soon she felt his mouth against her shoulder, kissing and suckling as he continued along her arm. He kept that one hand between her legs, fingers teasing her, as his other hand slipped her bra away.
His eyes narrowed intensely as his gaze fixed on her exposed torso. She splayed her hands on his chest and, in a reverent way, opened his jeans. She pushed them down his legs along with his boxers. He stepped carefully out of them while continuing to explore her body with his mouth.
She touched his cock. He stopped then, and lifted her up to carry her.
She put her arm around his shoulders to steady herself as he strode to the table.
He set her on her feet next to it. Then he walked around the gazebo and lowered the curtains so that no one could see in.
She watched every movement, admiring his fluid grace.
“Like what you see?” he asked when they were closed off from the world.
“Very much,” she admitted.
“Good,” he said. He returned to her side and kissed her. His hands were on her waist and he raised her up onto the table. She felt a little uncertain, but when he stepped between her legs and she felt the hot nudge of the tip of his cock she stopped worrying. She knew this was right.
He cupped her bottom and drew her closer. She responded, wrapping her legs around his hips, but he pushed them down and away. Instead, he took her hands in his and placed them on the table on either side of her. “Lean back.”
She did and her breasts jutted out, as if on display, her nipples painfully tight.
He leaned down and kissed each nipple, scraping briefly, carefully with his teeth before he nibbled his way down to her stomach.
His tongued dipped into her belly button, readying her instantly.
Then he nibbled her hip bone before gently tonguing his way to her center.
She felt his fingers first, then the brush of his tongue against her clit.
She screamed his name and immediately put her hands to his head.
She needed to touch him as he found that sweet bud of passion and sucked on it.
She knew she was close to climaxing as soon as the tip of his finger penetrated her and the rolling wave of her orgasm began to wash over her.
Eagerly, her body responded, desperate for more. He lifted his head.
She stared down at him. “Take me, Jay.”
He nodded and reached for his jeans. She saw him draw out a condom from his pocket. He opened the package and put the protection on quickly before returning to her.
He spread her legs and then she felt him tap her clit with his cock. She shivered as he rubbed himself against her and then she caught her breath as the tip of his cock entered her. But he paused there and she shifted under him, trying to get all of him.
“Beg me,” he said.
“Please...take me, Jay.”
He slid another tiny inch inside of her. “That’s not begging,” he said, leaning forward so that his chest teased her tingling breasts.
He whispered naughty, dirty sexual ideas in her ear and her muscles clenched around him. She felt his hips jerk, and she bit the lobe of his ear.
She could sense the shiver that went through him and then a moment later he filled her completely. She tightened her legs around his waist as he took her, relentlessly moving in and out of her body.
“Come for me,” he said.
She was already from the moment he’d first thrust inside her.
What control she had left was quickly slipping away.
Her clit was pulsing as one sensation after another claimed her.
He leaned down and kissed and sucked the side of her neck as his hips pistoned forward.
On a breathy cry, her name passed his lips, and she felt his hard, smooth cock spilling into her.
Alysse ran her hand up and down his strong back and buried her face against his chest. His breath sawed in and out of his body and she relished the afterglow.
He held her loosely in his arms and then brought her to the chair with him where he’d cradled her earlier. He held her to him and she let him. She rested her head against his chest and pretended she was never going to have to leave this spot.
She wanted to stay with him, like this, and remember that one perfect week they’d spent in each other’s arms.
But that wasn’t going to happen. She sat up and faced him.
His expression went from relaxed and sated to guarded. “I guess that was a mistake?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. But I think that’s all we are ever going to have.”
“Sex? It’s more than sex, Aly.”
She frowned and got to her feet. She felt vulnerable and raw as she moved around gathering up her clothes, dressing as quickly as she could. She heard Jay behind her, dressing as well, and by the time she turned around he was fully clothed and looking every inch the Marine that he was.
This wasn’t the sexy, demanding lover of only minutes ago. This was the man who’d called her down here with a mission in mind. She had the feeling that lovemaking hadn’t been his objective.
“I want more than sex. It wasn’t some hot lover I was missing when I was lying in the desert sand feeling like I was going to die.”
“Who were you missing?”
“You.”
“You had me,” she said, trying to objectify what had just happened so it wouldn’t mean as much to either of them.
“I did. I made a mistake. I’m trying to make up for that.”
She laughed because he sounded so wounded and so...well, not like himself. “You said sex was the only place we communicated honestly.”
“I was a guy looking to get laid when I said that.”
She raised her shoulder and tipped her head to the side. “Isn’t that who you were tonight?”
“No.”
She arched her eyebrow at him.
“Well, yes, but I want more. Dammit, Aly, nothing is going the way I planned.”
“Welcome to the real world, Marine. It’s not like the Corps where there are rules and everyone follows them.”
He stalked over to her and put his hands on her waist and lifted her off her feet to kiss her. She could have ignored it if it was hard and demanding, but instead it was soft, seductive. It was every tender feeling she had burning inside her, waiting to get out.
She almost put her arms around him, yet she knew she had to get away. She needed to get some distance between them or he was going to have his willing little Vegas-minded sex-crazy wife back. And she wasn’t that woman.
Really, she assured herself. Tonight was her chance to have Jay one last time before she set about curing herself of caring about him. Curing herself from wanting that hot body of his pressed against her again. Curing herself of the broken heart that she’d never been able to heal.