9. Mary
Mary
Icouldn’t move. But I didn’t want to. What the hell just happened?
I felt as if an earthquake had taken place.
Inside me. Breaking everything apart. Random words floated into my head: amazing …
massive cock … too big … no, amazing … had I ever really come before this moment?
Because it sure as hell hadn’t ever felt like that …
Little after-pulses of pleasure made my inner muscles spasm around him. He was still in me. Not hard any more, but not soft. I had genuinely been scared that I couldn’t take him. Oh, but you did, girl, and you LOVED it.
I felt like purring. That had been the singularly most …
John moved and I sucked in a breath. He lifted his head and looked down at me.
Something in the region of my chest turned over.
Uh oh. Shouldn’t be feeling anything. I remembered him stopping and saying, ‘You said it’s been a while?
’ The mortification of him noticing. The fact that he’d noticed.
His own admission that it had been a while for him too.
And then pleasure obliterating everything.
‘Sorry, I’m crushing you.’
I loved his weight on me, in me. I had an urge to trace my hand up and down his back, I curled my hand to a fist. Oh, God, it was going to be awkward now.
‘You’re fine,’ I said, as blasé as a I could when a six-foot-five man mountain was indeed crushing me.
But he moved, coming up on his hands and lifting that massive chest off mine.
Breath whooshed into my lungs. He extricated his body from mine and I winced slightly as my tight muscles were reluctant to let him go.
He got off the bed, totally and unashamedly naked, and walked to the bathroom presumably to deal with the protection.
I pulled the sheet up to my chest and even though my body was saying, Man, oh, man, I’ve never felt this satisfied or good, my brain was whirring overtime.
Was this a cue for me to go? Was he waiting in the bathroom for me to leave?
I heard the shower go on. My insides sank.
That was it. He wanted me gone, obviously.
I’d just made up for a massive percentage of my last decade of service to my siblings and should be grateful.
I sat up and felt dizzy for a moment. My clothes were on the other side of the room, strewn in a little heap.
I was just wondering how to gracefully get to the clothes from the bed, naked, when he appeared in the bathroom door, still naked. His cock was relaxed now, but no less impressive.
He held out a hand. ‘Come on.’
I felt genuinely nonplussed. ‘Where?’
‘Shower. Now. With me.’
I felt a rush of relief. He didn’t want me to go. I didn’t want to go. But something rogue made me say, ‘I had a shower earlier.’
His eyes glinted. ‘But now you’re all sweaty.’
You bet I am. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to clean his delicious scent off me. ‘Are you a clean freak?’ There had to be something wrong with this guy. He was too … perfect.
He came towards me and I realised my mouth was on the exact level of his cock. All I’d have to do is take it in my hand and see how long it took before it could be …
‘Get your mind out of the gutter.’
I looked up and his eyes flared. He made a soft growling sound. ‘Believe me, the things I want to do with you …’
My heart sped up. I couldn’t hide my little insecurity. ‘I wasn’t sure if you were waiting for me to leave.’
He frowned and reached for my hand, taking it and pulling me up. The scent of sex was between us, rich and heady. And sweat. I hadn’t ever experienced sex being so … raw. Gritty. Desperate.
He shook his head. ‘No way. You’re not going anywhere. First we’re showering, then we’ll see how hungry we are.’
He tugged me, naked, into the shower. Steam was already filling the space, tiled with dark golden tiles and a mirror on one wall. It was luxurious and the shower was big enough to hold a football team. There was a lttle bench against the wall, under the spray of water, and John said, ‘Sit down.’
I did. I liked obeying him. He stood in front of me and his cock was at my mouth level again. I looked up, feeling powerful. ‘Are you trying to tell me something?’
He was twitching, getting hard again, demonstrating an impressive virility. I could feel the tenderness between my legs, but I knew I would be ready. I had lost time to make up for.
‘Please, will you put your mouth on me.’
I looked down and took him in my hand; he was hardening in my fist and it was honestly the sexiest thing. I looked back up, eyes wide. ‘I’m not sure if it’ll fit.’
His jaw was gritted. ‘I think it’ll fit just fine.’
I kept my eyes on him as I leant forward and licked the head experimentally. His cock jerked in my hand. He tasted delicious. Salty and musky. I licked again, letting my tongue explore the little slit. He stiffened. His two hands were on the wall now and he was staring down at me.
I started moving my hand up and down, letting the silky skin slide over the shaft and making a little twisting movement as I took him into my mouth, tongue swirling around the head, and then down, as much as I could without gagging.
He was so big it would be impossible to take him all, but I could hear his breathing harsh and laboured, feel the tension, and I didn’t think it mattered all that much.
I put a hand to one of his buttocks. It was like steel. Just as he put a hand down and fondled my breast, tweaking a nipple, pinching. I had to put my thighs together to stem the gush of arousal.
His buttocks were starting to jerk now; he was thrusting into my mouth. I did my best to hold him, tightening my grip and sucking harder. ‘Jesus, Elizabeth, don’t stop. Oh, God … yes …’
He pulled out of my mouth and came in a rush, spending himself into the water, his fist around his cock where my mouth had just been. His face was flushed. He had a hand on the wall above me and I stood up on shaky legs.
He looked at me and the corner of his mouth hitched. ‘I almost came in your mouth … really didn’t intend for that.’
‘I wouldn’t have minded.’ The thought of that level of intimacy was suddenly the most erotic thing. Then he put a hand to the back of my head and kissed me deeply and thoroughly.
He pulled back, smiling wryly again, making my breath hitch. When he smiled he looked younger, less stern.
‘I did intend on just showering, but where you’re concerned everything turns X-rated pretty fast.’ He touched a knuckle to my cheek. ‘I never expected this. I really didn’t go out to that bar looking to get laid.’
I had to smile sheepishly. ‘I kind of did.’
‘You said it’s been a while. How long has it been?’
Damn his attention to detail. I grimaced inwardly. I shrugged minutely, avoiding his eye, mentally crossing my fingers. ‘A couple of years.’ His eyes widened and I said too defensively, ‘You said it’s been a while too.’
‘Yeah, I did,’ he said. ‘A few months. So why the period of abstinence?’ He asked this as easily as if asking about the weather, with no idea he was touching on a tender bruise of grief, sacrifice and pain.
I scowled up at him. ‘None of your business.’
He smirked. ‘I’ve been inside you and I made you scream.’
‘That doesn’t give you the right to know my business.’
‘Fair enough,’ he said easily. Too easily. Maybe he’d realised we were straying beyond the boundaries of a hook-up. Not that we’d articulated what this was, but we both knew. Didn’t we?
Meanwhile the water was falling around us like a tropical waterfall, enveloping us in heat and steam, running in rivulets down his amazing chest and lower. As if reading my mind, he turned me around and I saw the full-length mirror on the other wall and groaned softly at our nakedness.
I looked up at him, above me. So tall. Broad, powerful. He had his hands on my shoulders and he surprised me by saying, ‘Well, however long it’s been, I’m glad you chose me.’
My mouth went dry. Surely I should be saying that to him? Out of all the women in the bar, he’d seen something in me. But I was also just thankful he wasn’t making me humiliate myself by revealing just how long it had actually been since I’d had sex.
Then he asked, ‘Ready for more?’