Silent Love(10)

     



 

The song ended and changed into another slow tune. Sean wrapped Beth  back up, their gazes locked. For weeks he'd wanted her in his arms and  in his bed. If he could have bedded her their first date he would have,  but she was the type to scare off easily. So he showed great restraint  and self-control for the past month and a half, opting to take his  carnal needs into his own hands. No more.

Reaching up, his thumb brushed her sculpted lip. "I want you."

Instantly she began to tremble in his arms.

"Tell me you want me," he said softly.

Her perfect pink tongue poked out and moistened those lips. A small  jerky nod of her head answered him. Without missing a beat, he devoured  her, crashing his mouth into hers. His tongue reached all sides of her  sweet, hesitant mouth. Snaking his hand into her hair, he threaded his  fingers into her soft strands and tugged. The moan bubbled from her  throat said she liked the bite.

Not breaking their contact, he scooped her up and wrapped her legs  around his waist. Quickly he took her upstairs to his bedroom and kicked  the door closed behind them. Tossing her onto his California king bed,  he stood above her while she propped herself on her elbows. Her chest  heaved up and down. Donning a Cheshire grin, his laser beam eyes raked  up and down her sprawled out on his bed. A sight for any man to behold.

Slowly he crawled from the end of the bed towards her. Stalking her.  Seducing her, he pulled off her flats, took her right foot into his  hand, and massaged the tiny appendage.

"Oh," she moaned and fell back off her elbows. "That feels sooo good."

Her black painted toenails he adored. Not pink or purple or blue or green. Black.

He made certain to pay attention to both feet before his hands slid up  her tight jeans, going over her toned calf muscles, her slim thighs,  then her narrow hips. When he reached her stomach, he popped the button  on her pants. Leaning down, he pulled her shirt off her stomach and  kissed her flat belly causing her to squirm. He glanced up through his  eyelashes to find her watching his every movement.

"Is my girl ticklish?" he teased.

Biting her lip, she nodded and blushed.

He grinned. "Fun."

That caused her to giggle. An absolute glorious sound.

Overwhelmed for the need of her, he sprang up and claimed her mouth  again. His right hand roamed her body, landing on her ample breasts,  kneading the perfect mounds. Breaking away from her mouth, his lips made  their way down her neck, suckling and tasting. Sugar and vanilla and  Beth, an addictive combo.

Going for her shirt, he flicked open each button until the garment fell  open. His mouth made its way down her collar bone. Pulling back, he  admired the black lace bra that contrasted against her fair skin. Gently  he ran his forefinger between her large breasts, then snapped open her  front-clasp bra. His hands had a mind of their own and latched onto her  perky set. They weren't real but he didn't care. They were ideal for any  man.

"I got them when I was twenty-two," she whispered, clearly ashamed. "My boyfriend wanted them."

That's when he noticed a few tiny scars littering her chest and abdomen.  None were deep or puckered but well healed little white lines, maybe an  inch or two at the most. Those scars were reminiscent of shrapnel  markings he knew all too well; his own back had identical faint lines  from his service time.

Wanting to ask her, he opened his mouth but then closed it, afraid he  might cause her to retreat from him. Instead he chose a different route.  Leaning down, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard. His  eyes never left hers, even when they rolled into the back of her head.  Knowing he pleased her, he repeated the gesture and continued to lave at  them, causing the nipples to bead up.

When she refocused on him, he groaned, "They're perfect."

His large hands wandered her soft, porcelain skin. Moving down to her  jeans, he grasped the edge and shimmied them off her delectable hips  then down her thin legs. Black lace panties taunted him. The erection in  his khakis felt as if it could punch through the material, he was so  hard. Not willing to take the time to fiddle with his shirt, he ripped  it down the front, sending tiny white buttons flying in all directions.

Dialated eyes and an audible gasp from her sent him into overdrive. Her  appreciative gaze wandered his torso and made him feel fifteen feet  tall. Kneeling beside her, he took the time to admire the goddess.  Phenomenal.

"Sean," she begged, her body arching towards him, begging for his touch.

Obliging, he ran his palms up her legs, again. Hooking his thumbs into  her panties, he slid them off her body. It was his turn to gasp. She was  bare. Not one hair. Oh, god, he'd never last. As if his body took over  all coherent thoughts, he needed a taste. Next thing he knew, his mouth  was on her core. A slow swipe of his tongue sent her juices to the back  of his mouth and down his throat. So sweet. Vaguely he heard her yelp in  surprise. She grabbed a hold of his hair and pushed him closer to her  overheated, writhing body. He fed off her like an all-you-can-eat  buffet. Losing himself in laving and sucking. Slowly he slid a large  finger inside her. She was so ripe for him. Pumping in and out of her  slick body, he added another finger then curled them slightly and hit  her spot that instantly sent her flying, screaming his name. That sound  would echo in his dreams. He wanted to hear it time and again.         

     



 

When he pulled his fingers from her body, fluidly he shucked his pants.  Her hooded eyes watched his every motion. Reaching into the nightstand  drawer, he grabbed the box of condoms.

"Fuck," he yelled. Empty. "Ryan," he growled. "Going to kill him." He  collapsed beside Beth, his hand going to the soaked apex of her thighs.  "I don't have any condoms, Beth," he whispered.

"I'm on the pill," she said.

"I'm clean," he replied.

She nodded, wrapped her hands around his neck, and pulled him on top of  her. Her assault on his mouth surprised him, but only briefly.  Positioning himself over her, she spread her legs for his large body to  fit. Slowly he slid into her core, then groaned into her mouth while  swallowing her gasp. Yanking his mouth away, he threw his head back.  Pulling out then achingly slowly, he pushed back inside to her hilt,  touching her womb.

"So tight," he said, the stress in his voice evident.

Her hands grasped his firm ass, nails digging into his skin, and pulled  him closer. They'd leave a mark, ones he'd proudly wear tomorrow.

"Sean," she moaned. "Please."

She wanted it harder. Faster. And he'd give it to her.

Losing himself, his hips jack hammered into her body. Relentlessly he  pounded into her as her warm, tight body sucked him in. There was no  possible way he could make this last. He took one of her beaded nipples  into his mouth and sucked. Her body arched into his, and she screamed  out in a sudden body wrenching orgasm. The slick channel of hers sucked  him in deeper and pulsed around his hard length. His balls grew heavy  and drew up. His release took him off guard. He'd never come so hard or  long in his life.

After emptying into Beth, he collapsed on top of her and tried to catch  his breath. Her chest heaved against his. Her soft hands were like  butterflies dancing up and down his solid back. Rolling off so his  weight didn't crush her, he brushed her matted hair off that beautiful  face. Those gorgeous blue eyes stared up at him, and he recognized that  look. Because he was certain he wore it as well.

"I love you, Beth."





8



Rolling over and stretching, Beth's body felt like jelly. Wonderful,  light, completely sated jelly. Glancing at the clock, her internal alarm  woke her at her usual morning get up. Next to her, the large god  slumbered. He looked so peaceful. And young. And handsome. And he loved  her. After his confession, he made love to her two more times before  they succumbed to exhaustion. The second time was slow and beautiful and  perfect. The third was a man claiming his woman. Very much caveman.  Though it went against every independent streak she desperately fought  for, she couldn't help herself, she loved letting him take charge in the  bedroom. She benefited greatly from relinquishing her control.

Slowly she slid out from under Sean's beefy arm and muscular thigh that  pinned her beneath him and climbed out of bed. She threw on her panties  that she found next to the bed, but couldn't find the rest of her  clothing. Grabbing a button down oxford from his closet and slipping it  on, she inhaled his delicious scent that lingered on the fine fabric.  She tip-toed to the bathroom, closing the bedroom door behind her, and  after relieving herself, went downstairs to find coffee.

What she found was a Sean look-a-like standing in the kitchen, newspaper  laid out on the counter, coffee cup in hand … and practically naked in  nothing but boxers.

He glanced up, gave her a once over, then grinned devilishly. "Hi, Beth. We met when you bounced off my brother. I'm Ryan."