My Heart's Passion (10 page)

Chloe smiled at her strange thoughts.

This should be lots of fun.

Chapter Fourteen

Samuel watched his vixen lick her lips in anticipation. Was she simply wetting her mouth for the coming show, or was she already trying to drive him wild? Not that it mattered either way, he had been hard for nearly two days now—
anything
she did turned him on.

He fidgeted on the couch. His cock was being truly unruly and making his life miserable. With every twitch, every move, his cock pained him, reminded him how much he wanted this woman. He simply
had
to have her and damn the consequences. All he needed now was a break, an excuse,
any
reason to kiss her over and over again.

He watched, like a man in a trance, as her delicate fingers slowly broke open the skin of the banana. The soft cracking sound echoed through his head. All of his senses were heightened in his lust-crazed state. He could hear the faint tearing of the skin as she peeled it down the flesh of the fruit.

Samuel imagined her clothes would make a similar tearing sound as he shredded them from her body, revealing her soft satin skin to his eyes and mouth. Much like Chloe peeling the skin from the fruit revealed its soft flesh to her eyes and mouth.

Slowly, slowly, slowly she peeled the skin down, until finally the fruit was bared to her. Samuel licked his own lips, finding his mouth dry with anticipation.

For a minute, and then two, she turned the naked fruit this way and that, looking at it from all angles. Samuel could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Would she simply take a bite and ruin the fruit? Crushing it under her sharp little teeth? Or would she treat it with the respect and reverence it deserved?

Samuel shook his head. This was a banana, not his cock. The difference seemed blurred in his ultra-heightened state.

Second by second he felt the moment drag on, until
finally
she opened her mouth wide, jaws unlocking as far as they could, and with her teeth still protected by her soft, soft lips, Chloe lowered her mouth over the banana, closing her lips gently yet firmly over the fleshy fruit.

She held there a minute, and Samuel could feel his heart trying to pound through his chest. His blood raced through his veins, his breath came in short, sharp pants. Oh he was a goner. He craved the feel of those soft lips around his shaft, sucking gently as he could see her cheeks cave in from the suction she was giving that lucky banana.

He felt his face flush, whether in arousal or annoyance he couldn’t say. Annoyance that she was lavishing such affection and attention to a stupid piece of fruit, yet the arousal coursing through his system was a heady thing.

If she could give such pleasure to a piece of fruit, the pleasure she could give his cock would be astronomical.

His cock twitched in fierce agreement. Samuel could swear he felt a tiny pearl of seed spurt from his cock. He swallowed, mentally protecting himself for the sights to come.

So very slowly, Chloe raised her head, showing an inch, then two of the banana as she lifted her mouth, caressing the fruit all the way. Samuel swallowed. As a form of self-inflicted torture, there was nothing better.

He felt a lump form in his throat as she lifted her head, then swiped her tongue out to caress the fruit. Samuel felt sweat break out on his forehead.

Then fiercely, she opened her lips again and plunged her mouth back down the fruit.

Samuel gulped, imagining that silky smooth mouth plunging down around his cock. He would fist her hair in his hand, pull her closer, so she was as deeply embedded on his cock as possible, mouth, ass, cunt, anywhere and everywhere.

For the next few minutes, Samuel watched in awe, lust, and jealousy as Chloe gave head to the fucking banana. He wished with a painful desperation that it was his own massive staff receiving the attention.

Not that he could blame anyone but himself.
He
had insisted on playing this stupid game,
he
was the one who had gone off to get the banana instead of taking another card claiming he had none to perform the dare on.

Samuel sighed in frustration.

He was a complete moron.

Finally, driven completely bananas—he nearly howled at the pun, even his mind was against him—he leaned forward and grabbed the stupid piece of fruit from between her lips.

“Stop it! You’ll drive me insane.”

He grabbed the piece of fruit, wincing as Chloe closed her teeth over the end, tearing its tip off.

She smiled wickedly, chewing the tasty fruit. Samuel looked down at the now mangled phallus object and muttered a foul curse under his breath.

Standing up, adjusting his jeans, totally uncaring of Chloe sitting beside him, he stalked over to the kitchen and happily threw the offensive fruit away in the trash.

He stormed back into the living room and threw himself down on the couch, facing the woman who was driving him nuts.

She was happily chewing on the banana tip. She swallowed and grinned. “I hadn’t finished that.”

“You’re more than finished, woman. Go get the next card before I really lose my temper.”

Chloe clucked her tongue. “For someone who initiated this game, you’re an awfully sore loser.”

“Just get the card, Chloe, or we won’t be
playing
anymore.”

Putting a strong emphasis on the word “playing”, indicating how close to the breaking point he really was, he watched Chloe weigh her options. For a second, he hoped she would make the first move. After teasing him with that damned banana, he was in just the mood to wrestle with her, winning, for once, and then plunging his aching meat deep, deep inside her.

Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, after looking at him very carefully, she nodded once and bent forward to get another card.

Samuel sighed and wondered how long he could play the gentleman before his inner beast broke free and he simply bent her over the nearest surface and fucked her madly.

If the ache in his jeans could be taken as an indication, it wouldn’t be much longer.

Chapter Fifteen

Chloe read the card and tried to suppress her gleeful look. Samuel was fit to bursting, and with luck this would push him right over the edge.

Okay, so maybe she had gone a little far with the banana. But she didn’t want some tepid listless fucking from Samuel. He probably gave that to every other woman he came across. She wanted raw, fierce, primal loving. She wanted everything he had to give her, and maybe even a little more.

And so, she had resolved to push him to his absolute limit, to break his restraint. If she was only having a short time with him, she wanted it to be the absolute best it could be.

And here was her chance.

Determine her bra size.

There was only a handful—she snickered at the pun—of ways for a man to ascertain a lady’s bra size, and if she played her cards just right, they could end up determining far more than her 36-C status.

She carefully placed the card on the coffee table, face down, so she could drag out the moment.

Samuel eyed her warily, probably wondering what she was up to. She smiled and leaned back, thrusting her breasts up through the thin silk shirt.

Tilting her head to one side, she smiled seductively. “I hope you can ad lib, Samuel darling,” she purred, “because this is a good chance for you to answer some other questions you might have.”

He raised his eyebrow and looked
very
interested in what she had to say. “Do tell, vixen.”

Chloe smiled. “On the surface, it’s a very simple request. But I think we can both make the best of it. You, dear boy, must determine my bra size.”

Chloe watched his eyes narrow and hone in on her pert, definitely eager breasts. She could feel her nipples erect and scratch against the material of her shirt. For one very long minute they both sat there—Chloe waiting expectantly, Samuel gazing at her breasts.

Then, very, very slowly, he leaned forward.

Chloe sat still, eagerly waiting for Samuel to make his move. He paused above her, hands hovering within reach, but neither of them touching the ultra-sensitive tips of her breasts.

Samuel reached out one hand and undid the next button of her shirt. With a healthy amount of cleavage now exposed, Chloe found her breath accelerating.

Samuel bent his head, and through the thin silk, he took a mouthful of her breast. Wet heat encased her breast and Chloe found her back arching. Even through her shirt, she could feel the intense heat of his mouth, could feel the dampness seep through the silk.

She moaned at the hot sensations. Samuel sucked her breast, releasing some of the flesh but concentrating on her nipple. Chloe felt her nipple tighten and draw up even more as her back arched her breasts further up into his mouth.

Chloe pressed into him, desperate for more of his heat. She felt Samuel reach around her back, to support her and pull her closer into his embrace. The other hand slid inside her shirt to palm her other breast.

As Samuel sucked and sucked on her breast, Chloe felt her control snap. She needed to feel this man, needed more of his hot flesh for her to touch. She began to fumble with the belt of his jeans.

Without even bothering to lift his head from her breast, Samuel let go of her other breast and quickly tore her shirt apart. Lifting his head only long enough to remove the silk from around her chest, he bared her to his view and lowered his mouth back to her naked breast.

Chloe cried out. Her breasts were so sensitive it was unbelievable. She had thought his mouth hot through the silk of her blouse. Unprotected, his mouth was like a furnace. The pressure from his sucking sent electric shocks from her nipple through to her clit and down to her pulsing pussy.

Samuel sucked and sucked and as the pressure inside her increased and the minutes passed, Chloe felt her brain shattering. Screaming, she came, totally shocked.

Blinking and trying to catch her breath, Chloe looked up at Samuel. His face was flushed a deep red from his restraint, his breath was coming as fast as her own.

“Did I…? Did you…?” Chloe cleared her throat, trying to string a coherent sentence together.

A smug smile blossomed across his face. “Yeah, you did. Let’s do it again.”

Chloe smiled and started unbuckling his jeans again before he could distract her. Finally pulling the belt free, she unsnapped them, enjoying the feel of the silk boxers he wore.

He groaned as she pushed the thick material down his legs, and lifted himself up onto his arms so she could clear the jeans from his legs.

Grateful he wasn’t wearing shoes in the house to slow her down, she eyed the impressive length of leg and tight, taut buns showing through his boxers.

Before she could come back to dip her hands inside the silk boxers, he was tearing her own jeans from her body. Obviously in a rush, he pulled first one leg out, then the other. Chloe chuckled as he struggled to remove her shoes through the jeans.

“I’m not going anywhere, you don’t have to rush like this.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been wearing my hard-on for more than two days. Time and restraint are not things I have in vast quantities right now.”

Chloe lay back down on the couch and let him strip her jeans from her.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? I’m already as wet as I can be.”

Samuel finally freed her legs and tossed the jeans casually aside.

“Ah darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. I’m gonna make you so wet you’ll worry about dehydration.”

With that, he easily picked her up and headed off for his bedroom.

Chapter Sixteen

Samuel carefully deposited Chloe on his large bed. In nothing but a skimpy pair of blue panties, she looked luscious and willing. Exactly how he liked his women. In the back of his mind, he knew this was special, knew there was something more going on here. But he refused to think about it. He didn’t want to spoil the moment.

He would be forever grateful she arrived tonight dressed for seduction, as he wasn’t sure his noble gesture would have lasted through the night. Thankfully, neither would ever really know.

Stripping out of his boxers and pulling his shirt over his head, a split second later he joined Chloe down on his bed. She opened her arms to receive him and he felt like he finally had come home. Kissing her, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Lapping her, he enjoyed her unique taste.

Keeping control of himself, Samuel stroked his hands up and down her arms, her sides. Trying desperately hard to go slow, he sensitized Chloe’s skin, hoping to steam her up just like he was, and about to explode.

He pulled his mouth from her, began to string nibbling kisses down her neck. So engrossed in keeping his restraint, he was shocked when Chloe grabbed his head and lowered him.

“What are you doing?” he growled against her skin.

“You’re going too slow. I thought you were a man of action.”

“Trying not to rush you,” he muttered.

When Chloe pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide, he nearly swallowed his tongue.