Pulled the fabric of her skirt up until he could get his hands underneath her skirt and cupped her bare buttocks. Her flesh was full and firm under his touch. He ran his finger along the crack and felt her shiver in his arms; she sucked harder on his tongue. Her hand tightened on his cock.
She stroked her hand up and down his length until he thought he might come right then. He pulled his hips back but she wasn't about to be denied.
"I want to be inside of you when I come," he said.
"I want that too," she whispered back. Biting at the side of his neck.
He carefully removed her hand from his cock and lifted her unto the back of the couch, he stepped between her legs. Her honey blonde hair was up and he slowly pulled the pins from it until it fell all around her shoulders. It was longer than he'd realized and he drew one of the thick strands through his fingers, it was cool and silky.
Then he pulled it forward and draped it over his shoulder, as he dropped small soft kisses down the length of her neck. Going slowly was killing him but going fast would mean this would end and that was the last thing he wanted.
Her hands on his shoulders were cool against his over heated skin. She drew them down his back, her nails scraping nicely against his skin slowly eroding his desire to go slowly.
She cupped his ass and drew him closer to her. His cock was nestled between her thighs, rubbing against the satin fabric of her skirt. It was torture. He reached for her zipper again and this time she didn't stop him.
He drew it down slowly and then stepped back to let the dress fall away from her body. He lifted her to her feet and it slid to the floor. She kicked the fabric away and stood there completely naked in front of him.
Her skin was pale and so damned soft as he reached out and drew his hand down the center of her chest. She wore a necklace that was nestled between her breasts. It had a charm of a sheaf of lavender on it. Her breasts were full, her nipples pink and hard. He cupped them both and stepped forward again. This time his cock was nestled between her thighs.
Just the feel of soft woman pressed against him. His blood flowed heavier in his veins and he knew that his control was slipping. It was only his iron hard will power that had kept him from entering her before this but that was gone.
He was no longer thinking of making this last, but of getting inside of her.
She put her hands over his and rubbed them in a circle over her breasts, she tipped her head backwards as he rotated his hands and then her hand drifted down over his stomach again, taking his cock in her hand again. She reached lower to cup his balls. His hips jerked.
Lowering his head he caught one of her nipples between his lips, sucking strongly as he let his hands roam down her body. He grabbed her butt again and cupped the cheeks with both hands. He felt her hands tighten on him as she took him and drew him closer to her.
The feel of her warmth against his naked cock drew him back. He was trying to think even though everything inside of him demanded that he just thrust into her and end the wait.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked. His voice sounded guttural with need. Please, let her be on the pill.
"Um … no," she said. "I'm not … I don't have a lot of lovers. Oh, crap."
He put his forehead against hers. "I have some condoms. Wait here."
She nodded.
He went to the master bathroom and found the condoms he had in the drawer there. He put one on and returned to find Juliette had moved and now reclined on his leather couch.
He stood there for a minute just drinking in the sight of her supple creamy body draped against the backdrop of his dark brown leather couch. Her blonde hair flowed over the arm rest toward the floor and she turned her head toward him. One hand cupped her own breast and the other she reached out toward him.
He moved forward as if drawn by her gaze, but he knew no force on earth could have kept him from her. He put his knee in the center of the couch between her parted legs and leaned down over her. He used her own hand to caress her breast. Plucked at the other one with his free hand and then drew her hand down her body and then to his cock.
He leaned over her, caressing her with his entire body, finding her mouth with his, he kissed her long and deep as he reached between her legs and caressed her. He parted her and found her clit, rubbing his finger over it until she started to move her hips frantically against his fingers. He shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her body.
He took her free hand in his and stretched up over her head as he looked down at her and slowly entered her. He pushed his way forward until he was fully buried inside of her. She arched underneath him, calling his name as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He swallowed her cries as he continued to thrust in and out of her body. He kept his finger on her clit driving her toward her orgasm until he felt her body tightening around him and she ripped her mouth from his crying out his name.
He was close to coming. Felt the fingers of sensation rippling down his spine but tried to hold on. Started moving slowly inside of her again, building her back up as carefully as he could. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he thrust in and out of her body until he felt her moving frantically against him again. Her hands cupped the sides of his head and he saw red as he thrust against her two more times and then emptied his body in a rush.
He was shaking as he continued to thrust into her until he was sated. He turned his head to the side, rested his head against her breast.
He felt her hands moving up and down his back as her breath slowly calmed.
He was careful to keep his full weight from her. He didn't want to hurt her with his weight. He had to be at least 100 pounds heavier than she was. He rolled to his side and lifted her on top of him. He held her in his arms and looked at the moon that was full and shining into the glass windows. The shadows on the floor moved slowly and he was reminded that this was fleeting. He held her loosely in his arms because he wanted to hold her more fiercely. To chain her to him so she'd never leave.
Dammit.
He loosened his grip and sat up, bringing her with him. "That was …
"Awesome," she said.
He couldn't read her. Not really. Was this all she wanted? He was a one-night stand guy. He'd said it more than once. Why did he suddenly want more?
"I do my best," he said.
"I'll take your best any time," she said.
He looked at her trying to read something in her eyes that would tell him what to do next. But he saw nothing there. Probably the same thing she saw in his eyes. He was trying hard to keep from showing how much this had changed him. But inside he knew it had.
He got to his feet and offered her his hand.
"Where to now?" she asked.
"A bath? Unless you're ready to leave."
"We said one night," she said. "And it's not over yet."
But he knew it would be and then she'd be gone. But she wasn't yet. He knew he'd be okay with it in the morning when he was alone again.
Really, he would be.
But the words felt hollow and there was a new ache in his soul that he pretended had always been there. But as he followed her into his bathroom. He didn't focus on that. This night might be all he had with her. He would figure out the rest tomorrow when he was on his own again.
Chapter Five
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Her body was still buzzing with pleasure as she followed Wyatt into his bedroom. He let the lighting from the hallway illuminate their way without turning on the lamps in his room. He walked through it into the bathroom where a claw foot tub sat in one corner and a large glass enclosed shower cubicle ran the length of one wall.
He stopped in the middle of the room, took care of his condom and turned back to her. "So I don't think I have any bubble bath … "
"Not your usual thing?" she asked with a half-smile. Keeping it light, that was the key, she thought. They only way she was going to get through this night was to just live in the moment.
"Not really, but girls like it."
"We do. I guess it's reassuring that you don't have any bubble bath."
"How?"
"Must mean you don't have a lot of sleepovers," she said.
"Not really. Usually-damn, let's not go there," he said.
She nodded. She didn't want to hear about the other women in his life.
"I have a sample of some of our lavender bath salts in my bag. I'll go and grab them while you get the water right," she said.
She turned and dashed out of the room before he could say anything else. She was tempted when she got to the living room and located her bag, to get dressed and leave. Just make the break clean and get out before she lost any more of herself to Wyatt.
It's not like one night was enough to make her love him, but it was enough to make her start thinking about that. Dammit. She was focused on a goal that had nothing to do with this man. She didn't want him to interfere with that. But at the same time she wanted him.