Chapter 15
Millie was a dream come true with her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against her lovely breasts and pert salmon-colored nipples. Her pajama bottoms hugged her hips, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off.
He tugged at the string, and they came untied, sliding off her and crumpling to the floor.
She stepped out of them as he continued to kiss and caress her, leaving her standing in nothing but her silk underwear, trimmed with lace.
Unable to resist, he caressed the curve of her bottom beneath the smooth fabric.
It almost seemed a shame to shed this last tantalizing bit of cloth, but it had to go. He needed to see all of her.
She gasped as he slid her soaked panties to the floor and touched the silken curls at her core with his finger, quickly finding the secret nub of flesh to drive her wild.
Swirling his finger once, twice, he made her whimper.
Then he stepped back, looking her up and down.
He wanted to take her in, savor this moment of revelation.
She was an erotic dream come to life with her parted red lips, tempting breasts, nipped waist, and long tapered legs.
He wanted to press her back onto her bed and sink into her then and there, but he knew he had to make this last. Her pleasure came first. He could hold himself in check. Barely.
Biting her lip, she reached out and grazed the front of his pants with her fingers, and he twitched at her touch, painfully erect beneath the fabric.
She clearly knew what she wanted and was unafraid to take it.
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and then his union suit, and moments later Oh, God! she was touching his cock.
His eyes shut tight, and his jaw clenched as a burst of need erased all conscious thought. She grasped him firmly and pumped him as her thumb grazed over the tip.
Mustering some last shred of sanity, he pushed her hand away. “Not yet. Too much,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.
Stepping out of his clothes, he guided her to her bed and laid her down gently.
Once again, he took a moment to pause. Memories of tonight would have to last him a lifetime.
Never again would he have the chance to see Millie splayed on the bed before him, looking up at him with a hunger and intensity that set him on fire.
“Stop staring and come down here,” she commanded. There was a smile on her face. What could he do but obey?
He lowered himself, hovering over her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she pulled him down with surprising strength so that he was flush against her, his cock pulsing against her belly as she kissed him into oblivion.
It was almost as if this was a contest that she aimed to win. Who could make the other lose their mind first? The way she was kissing him and moving against him drove him to distraction. He was losing this battle.
Time to change tactics. Kissing his way down her chest, he took one tender nipple in his mouth and reached his hand between her legs where he began to stroke.
Mmm. Yes. This seemed to be working quite well to obliterate her control.
She trembled and writhed beneath him, completely at his mercy.
He continued his trail of kisses down her ribs and over her belly.
If this was his only chance to be with her, he had to taste her.
Errant thoughts about the potential consequences kept popping into his head, and he kept shoving them away.
This was a terrible idea, but they could hardly stop now.
Nothing was wrong as long as no one found out.
They were safe if this stayed secret. He was certain she would never tell, and he wasn’t going to confess.
He wasn’t really risking his sole means of supporting his family on a night of bliss, was he?
Kissing the curls between her legs, her rich feminine scent drove everything else from his mind.
Oh, yes. This was what he needed—to lose himself and bury himself in her until there was nothing left of his cares and worries.
There was a freedom in sex akin to the freedom of flying.
All his anxieties fell away, and his focus was complete—a blissful oblivion where the world was reduced to a simple set of variables, where instinct ruled over mind.
And with Millie, instinct overpowered everything else with a force that could not be denied.
He let go and allowed the wave of need to carry him, come what may.
Parting her with his thumbs, he took a taste of her intoxicating femininity and grasped her as she jerked at his tongue’s touch.
An appreciative rumble emerged from his throat as he buried his face in her, licking the nub that was the center of her pleasure.
Her back arched, and she writhed as he lost himself in her bliss.
Nothing compared to Millie. His past lovers paled in comparison.
He was ravenous for her, desperate to taste her fire and be consumed by it.
Each movement, each moan of hers shot straight to his cock, making his balls clench in need.
As he felt the pulsation of an approaching release, he drove himself into the sheets trying to keep it at bay.
She came with all the force and fury he expected from her, her whole body shaking as she cried out his name. As the tremors subsided, she pulled him up and kissed him, her hand grasping his cock and stroking it. “I need you inside me, Ernie. Right now.”
“Let me get a condom.” He retrieved one from his ditty bag as quickly as possible and put it on, grateful he still had a few left. He hadn’t replenished his supply prior to this trip, thinking he was unlikely to enjoy any feminine company this time around.
“You have condoms?” Millie asked, sitting up and staring at him accusingly. “Were you planning on taking someone to bed?”
“No plans. I keep a supply as a precaution. And you should be glad I have one to keep us safe.”
“You are a cad, and you don’t deserve me,” she said, lying down again. “And if you don’t come over here right this minute, there will be consequences.”
He grinned, wondering what consequences she had in mind. But there was no question that he was going to obey.
Climbing over her and nestling between her legs, he let his cock drag along her hot wet seam, teasing her and coating himself in her juices.
“I am a cad, and I don’t deserve you. But you want me nonetheless.
” Notching his head at her entrance, he gave a little, teasing thrust. She curved up to meet him.
“You want me so badly you can hardly stand it. I’m starting to think you like cads. ”
“Go to hell, Pritchard,” she said, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him deep.
Oh, Christ, she felt good. For a long moment, they were both speechless.
He expected the burst of pleasure, but not the bolt of lightning that seemed to pierce his soul.
Too stunned to move, all he could do was breathe.
She began to move beneath him, and he moved with her, still dazed by the strange sensation that he had been split open, that he was exposed, raw.
He saw his own tumultuous emotions mirrored in Millie’s eyes.
This was supposed to be a one-time fling to get each other out of their systems. Then why did it feel like something new had taken hold in this unguarded moment and begun to grow between them?
Conscious thought became impossible as their intimate dance gained intensity. He could feel every reverberation of pleasure within her as he thrust and thrust again.
“I want to be on top,” she murmured in his ear between moans.
Of course, she did. Not that he minded. He rolled to his side, still entwined with her and let her climb on top. And then… Oh, Christ.
She rode him with a vengeance as he bucked beneath her.
With each movement, he seemed to reach deeper and deeper within her.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He was losing control.
He couldn’t hold back much longer as her hips swirled and danced, whipping them both into a frenzy.
The pulsation of her shuddering release pushed him over the edge, and he emptied himself within her.
As she collapsed beside him, he lay limp and blinking, barely managing to stay conscious. A moment later, she shook his shoulder. “Ernie, did it work for you? Am I out of your system?”
He took a long slow breath and let it out, then turned to look at her. “Yes, of course,” he lied. “You?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” No, not good. Disastrous, really. How was he ever going to recover? “I’ll just…” He didn’t know what to say, but he knew he couldn’t stay in this tiny bed with her.
Forcing his limbs to do his bidding, he slid out of her bed and stood.
He retrieved boxers from his ditty bag and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up, discard the condom, and splash some water on his face.
When he returned, wearing nothing but his boxers, she was dressed in her pajamas again with the covers covering everything but the collar.
“We should sleep,” she said, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes, we should.” He got into his bed and turned out the lamp. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
He closed his eyes and succumbed to the torpor that always followed sex.
As he drifted off, he swore to himself he would never touch Millie again.
It was over. It had to be. Much as he worried about the aftermath, he couldn’t bring himself to regret what had happened between them.
Never in his life had he experienced so much bliss. But this had to be the end.
Full of determination and resolution, he let sleep take him.
If he’d hoped his dreams would provide a respite, he was sorely mistaken.
She came to him, a siren bent on his demise, her dream incarnation rich with detail now that he’d seen all of her.
Her hands were everywhere. She licked and nipped and kissed every inch of his body.
There was no escaping her tender assault.
He writhed as she touched and tantalized.
Every time he tried to embrace her, she evaporated, leaving him bereft and frenzied.
At last, he surrendered to her, lying back and letting her do as she pleased as his arousal grew and grew.
And so, it hardly came as a surprise when he awoke to hands caressing him and a warm, feminine form pressed against him. Dream blended with waking as he gave in to her seduction.
“I want you again,” she murmured in his ear as she traced her fingers lightly over the front of his boxers.
“Thank God,” was all he could say as they started over again.