Open Eyes (Open Skies) (11 page)

Afraid, aroused, she nodded.

He lifted her hips and lowered her on to his cock. He entered her one inch at a time, watching her eyes widen as she felt him move deeper, and deeper still. He was buried all the way now, pressed in to her sweet body. He held her in place and laid his forehead on her shoulder, breathing hard. He waited, fighting to stay still as her pussy gripped him in waves.

Vicky had never felt so completely filled, so totally taken. It was astounding that this was the exact same act that she had performed with Carl hundreds and hundreds of times. The mechanics were the same, but nothing else was.

Her body took over now and started to move, all on its own. She lifted herself on her knees and then lowered herself again. The tip of his cock nudged against something inside of her, something that had never been touched before, and she angled her hips so that he pressed against this spot, again and again.

Phil’s control was rapidly disintegrating; each thrust of her body made him lose his mind just a bit more. She was moving faster now, instinct taking over her actions, and he groaned and started to thrust up to meet each downward stroke of her body.

Vicky felt a pressure inside of her, a building or blossoming or rising. Something that was getting bigger and stronger, something that was making her shake and cry out, louder with each plunge down. She had no control over what was happening to her now, and she didn’t want to be in control. It felt too good to stop and she closed her eyes and took Phil deep and hard and fast. Her body was shaking wildly now, her pussy opening and closing, releasing and tightening. She had never felt anything like this before.

He saw her face and knew that she was seconds away from orgasm. The thought started to set him off and he kissed her, feeling her breasts rise and fall rapidly against his chest as her body strained to come. He gripped her hips in place, not letting her move now, and he plunged in to her, hitting that spot inside her, over and over again. Her lips opened, her eyes closed. She went totally still, quivering and rigid as the sensations rose a bit, rose a bit more, broke.

Vicky screamed as the pressure inside of her finally burst. It was like an explosion and the waves rippled out from her centre, running down the length of her whole body, all the way to her fingertips and ends of her toes. She couldn’t do anything except
feel
as her whole body dissolved in to spasms and fire.

Phil watched her stunning face as she came and he let himself go now. His pleasure spurted out of him and he ground her sex down on him, pushing himself as far in to the heart of her body as he could. His head fell back and he gave one final thrust, hard enough to lift her right off the chair. She gasped and gripped his shoulders, watched him shatter under her.

They held each other close, their breaths and heartbeats slowing. Vicky was feeling every inch of her body, amazed at what Phil had made it do.

Is
this
how it was supposed to be, this whole time? Is
this
what happens when you’re with someone who really cares about you?

She buried her face in Phil’s shoulder and he tightened his arms around her. Her thoughts and emotions were going around and around, and she felt horribly confused and vulnerable and small. She knew she was going to cry and she struggled to hold it in. But it was no good: a sob burst out from her throat, then another one.

Phil felt her tears against his shoulder and he held her close. “Let it go, honey. Just cry. It’s OK.”

Vicky couldn’t understand why she was crying. Phil had just given her the most beautiful, amazing experience of her life. What was so upsetting about that?

“It’s overwhelming, babe.” Phil tightened his grip as her shaking got worse. “I know.”

She sat up, wiping her eyes. “N-no. That’s not it. I mean… yes, it’s overwhelming. But that’s not it…”

He smoothed her tumbled hair back from her face. God, she was gorgeous: all lit up and rosy and glowing. “It’s not?”

“No. The truth is that – I’ve never – that was the first time I ever – I never had a –” She stuttered and fumbled, tears still falling, trying to find the words.

“Wait.” Phil went very still. “You mean that was your first orgasm?”

“Yes.” She lowered her eyes, embarrassed.

“Ever?”

“Yes.”

So – this asshole never cared about her? Not even in the very beginning? Jesus Christ. Five minutes with him; that’s all I ask. Hell, I’ll even settle for three.

He gently stroked her lower back. “Well. I am honored to be the first to do that for you.”

She smiled now, and those brown eyes were warm and full of joy. “Oh, Phil. Me too.”

He kissed her and she responded, sweetly and without any fear. Phil wasn’t going to hurt her, or laugh at her, or make her feel stupid or inadequate. She was safe.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Vicky’s body relaxing on to his; her breath slowed down and she calmed. With regret, Phil pulled out of her body and gently lifted her to her feet. She swayed and he took her hand and led her to his bed. He tucked her under the sheets, went to the bathroom, and then came back to her. They stretched out, their arms and legs tangled together.

“Lie down, babe.” He pulled her head down on his chest. “Right here.”

She gave a happy sigh and ran her fingers across his collarbone.
Why have I never noticed how sexy this part of a man’s body is before right now?
“OK.”

Phil looked at her, curled up and warm in his arms. She looked drowsy and he smiled. Her breathing deepened, her eyes closed. She snuggled down, settled deeper in to his side, and he held her.

“Sleep, Vicky.” He kissed her forehead. “Just sleep.”

Chapter Seven

The morning sun peeked through the blinds in Phil’s bedroom, waking Vicky from a deep, dreamless sleep.
No nightmares last night
. She blinked, trying to get her bearings.

Phil was lying next to her, awake. His eyes were very dark in the half-light and his face was serious and still.

Vicky blushed.
Was he watching me sleep?
Her first thought was the she hoped she looked OK.

“Good morning.” Phil was wondering how she’d be this morning. Regretful? Upset? Embarrassed?

“Good morning.”

“How are you today?”

Vicky thought about the question. The truth was that she felt great: her whole body was loose and soft, like every single nerve and muscle had been untied. No tension, no stress, and she was totally rested. Oddly, she wasn’t even worried about covering up her naked body: Phil was looking at her breasts, running his hands over her thighs, tracing the curve of her butt, and she didn’t even mind.

“Umm. Well, never better.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The smiled at each other and Vicky felt a tightness between her legs.
My God, I want him again.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to take a bath.”

“A – what?”

“A bath.” Phil kissed her. “I have a deep tub and lots of bubbles. What do you think?”

“You take baths?”

“Well, not usually. It’s no fun on my own.”

“So what’s with the bubble bath?”

“Honestly? I use it as shower gel.” He grinned in the most charming way. “I have this one that I really like – chocolate orange. But I’ve never found it in a soap or gel, so I just use the bubble bath.”

She giggled and he started at the sound. He had never seen her so open and natural. She looked ten years younger.

“OK, then,” she said. “A bath sounds good. It
is
Saturday and we’ve got nowhere to go, right?”

He rolled over and held out his hand. “Come on, honey.”

They went in to the bathroom and Vicky looked at the tub in delight as Phil started to run the water. It was massive, with claw feet and high sides. Just the thought of climbing in to this tub with Phil made her feel breathless.

The water rose and filled the tub. Phil climbed in first and settled in to the fragrant bubbles. Carefully, Vicky joined him. The tub was big enough that she could stretch almost its whole length and her toes didn’t reach the end.

They washed each other’s backs, and Phil ran clear water from the tap so Vicky could wash her hair. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes as he poured the warm water over her head to rinse away the shampoo. It ran in clear rivulets down her breasts and Phil caught his breath at her loveliness: she was like a goddess of the morning, bright and shining. He had to touch her.

He sat up and pulled her in to his arms, turning her away from him. She leaned back against him and felt his breath on her neck. He started to massage her soapy breasts, his thumbs tweaking her nipples in to hard peaks. She arched her back and her neck, shifted her thighs and hips as her sex started to heat up and throb.

Phil felt her response and he slowly ran his hands down the front of her body, over her stomach, dipped under the warm water. He opened her thighs and traced the curve of her lips between her legs. She gasped and arched again as his finger slipped inside of her, stroking and circling her clit.

“Phil. Oh, God…”

She turned to see his face as he touched her pussy and saw his eyes hot and bright with lust. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting in to her mouth in time to the movement of his fingers. She groaned, her thighs starting to shake.

He whispered against her mouth. “I want to taste you.” He circled her pearl, felt it swell under his fingers. “Here, where my fingers are. I want to taste you.”

She jerked back. “Oh. Oh, no…”

“Babe, have you never been kissed down there?”

She was silent.

“Vicky?”

“No. No, Carl always said that it was – it was disgusting.”

Phil closed his eyes as his already significant hatred for Carl grew even bigger. He was sure that although Carl had told Vicky that her pussy was too gross to go down on, he’d been more than happy to inform her that his pathetic little dick was just fine to suck. Phil took a deep breath.

“Well. Carl was wrong.”

“How do you know?”

“Because, babe, I felt you last night. I touched you there, felt how hot and sweet you are. I was
inside
you last night. And I can tell you that you are not disgusting… not there, not anywhere.”

“I don’t know…”

“Vicky, when a woman is kissed there, it’s one of the most intimate things that can happen to her.”

“It is?”

“Sure. She’s totally open and exposed and vulnerable. It can be scary, to be that way. I get that. If you don’t want to, or you don’t feel ready, it’s OK. No rush.”

She ran her finger over the tattoo on his forearm and thought about that. He had a point, really. The thought of Phil spreading her lips and stroking her with his tongue
was
frightening – she’d be totally open to him, in every way. But the thought of his dark head between her thighs, of his mouth on her… it made her breathless, too. Her body wanted him to do that to her. She trusted him to do that to her.

“I want –” She hesitated, unsure how to ask for what she needed.

“What do you want, babe?”

“I want to – to try. To try with you.”

“OK.” He kissed her, soft and gentle and slow. “We’ll try.”

She nodded.

Phil reached for the plug and started to drain the water. He turned her around to face him and spread her legs. She tensed and he smiled. “Easy, honey. Just lie back. We’ll take it slow, OK? And we stop if you say so.”

He put a towel on the bottom of the tub and she laid her upper shoulders and head on it. She stared at the ceiling and willed herself to relax.
This is Phil. It’s not dirty and disgusting, not with him
.

Phil hooked her legs over the edge of the tub and pulled her hips closer. His legs were out straight and he rested her lower body on his muscular thighs. Phil cupped her pert ass in his hands then lowered his head, slowly, watching her watch him. She looked afraid but intrigued. He hoped she’d enjoy this; he wanted her to love it.

He started slowly, licking up one side of her pussy and down the other. Vicky’s hips jumped forward in to his mouth, and she moaned. Encouraged, he lifted her higher and when he pressed his tongue on the small bundle of nerves between the rosy lips, he heard her gasp. He started to suck on her clit now, gently, then increasing the pressure as she started to move under his mouth.

Vicky couldn’t believe how this felt: his mouth was hot and sure, and when he lapped at the hard knot between her legs, she lost the ability to think about anything except what he was doing. And she wanted more.

She didn’t notice when her hands moved to his head, pushing hard against his neck, pressing his mouth on her. His tongue penetrated her and she moaned, deep in her throat. Her hips moved on their own, back and forth, riding his tongue, riding the wave that started to build inside of her. Her body writhed in the tub; she was losing control.

Phil wrapped her legs around his neck and lifted her right off the bottom of the tub. She gave a cry of surprise and opened her eyes.

He paused. “You OK, babe?”

She gazed at him and his breath caught in his chest. Those brown eyes were melting and hot. “Oh, yes. Yes.” She arched. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. Don’t you worry about that.”

Phil buried his face between her thighs again, his tongue moving faster now. She panted as her whole body began to shake. The wave inside of her was growing, getting higher and stronger. In the distance, she heard rhythmic, rising cries and she realized that it was her. She trembled wildly under his mouth, and let herself enjoy the sensation of being pleasured.

Phil felt her thigh muscles jumping under his hands, knew that she was teetering on the edge of coming. He took her entire clit in to his mouth and rolled it against his tongue. Vicky froze, shuddering, silent, so amazingly close now. He slid his finger inside her wet passage and gently thrust, in and out, tugging on her pearl with his lips at the same time. He moved his finger faster, then faster.

Vicky’s whole world was reduced to his lips and finger and tongue. “Oh. Oh, God.
Oh, God
. Phil… please.
Please!
”

He raised his head for a second and met her eyes, his finger working its way in deeper and harder. “Come now, babe. Come for me.” Still holding her hot gaze, he lowered his mouth to her pussy and gave one long, slow lick.

Without warning, her straining, reaching body exploded. She arched her back, her head pressed in to the towel, her legs spread open as far as they could go, his mouth fused to her clit, his large hands lifting her. She let out a strangled shriek, then another. She thought she’d be washed away by the hugeness and strength of the wave – she had no way to fight its power. There was a white light, a flash behind her eyelids, and then darkness.

When she came back in to her body, Phil was holding her close. She was wrapped in his arms, curled up on his lap, the towel around her shoulders. He was kissing her forehead and murmuring to her; she felt warm and safe and cherished.

“I’ve got you, Vicky. You’re OK. I’m here.”

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“You OK, babe?”

“I think so.”

He smiled down at her, his eyes watching her closely. “So. How was that?”

She flushed as she remembered shattering against his mouth. “Umm. Incredible.”

“Yeah. I thought you liked it.” He touched her cheek.

“You did? What gave me away?”

“Well, now, I cannot say anything more. A gentleman does not kiss and tell.”

She kissed him. “OK, then. I guess I’ll just have to remain in awe of your powers of observation.”

“Uh-huh.”

Vicky put her head on his chest and listened to his heart. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What did – was I – did I taste OK?”

“Good Lord, woman. You just have no idea how sexy and beautiful and amazing you are, do you?”

She shook her head.

Damn Carl. Just damn this bastard right to hell… to think that he destroyed this woman’s confidence so thoroughly…

“You tasted sweet and dark,” he said. “Like chocolate orange, as a matter of fact.”

“From the bubble bath?”

“Nope. That’s
you
, Vicky. Sweet and dark and strong.” He kissed her slowly, his tongue licking the inside of her mouth.

Vicky felt his hardness swell under her and she wriggled her ass, teasing him. He growled and pushed her down on him. She stood, glistening and lovely in the morning light and smiled at him. “Come on, handsome.”

He got to his feet. “Where are you taking me?”

“To your bed.” She reached out and grasped him firmly, loving how he hardened even more in her hand. “I’m going to do something about this.”

“You are?”

“I am. And more than once.”

**

“So. You are Phil.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Opal glared at Phil and he gazed back, his face totally relaxed and open and calm. Vicky hovered between them, worried. She was already thinking that having these two meet was a huge mistake.
Oh, God. Please let Opal behave herself!

“Sit down, right over there.” Opal gestured to the sofa.

Phil sat and waited. Vicky perched on the sofa arm, her stomach in knots. God only knew what would come out of Opal’s mouth next.

Opal settled in to her own chair and observed Phil from across the room. Vicky held her breath.

“I think me and you need to get a couple of things straight.”

Phil nodded.

“I am not the girl’s mother, I know that. She is a full-grown woman, and a damn smart one, at that. But she is precious to me, is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am. It is.”

“And I am very curious about how you plan to treat her.”

“Opal,” Vicky said. “This is really not necessary…”

“You hush up,” Opal said. “This is between me and Mr. Dobson here. You just wait.”

Vicky closed her eyes.

“Now, I know you know her circumstances, how she came to me.” Opal stared at him.

“I do.”

“Then let me be clear: this girl had the wherewithal to up and leave one abusive and no-account son-of-a-bitch and once a woman does that, she knows she can do it again. The next time – if there is one – is that much easier.”

“Yes.”

“So. I want to know that you’ll be good to her. Treat her the way that she deserves. Will you do that?”

“Opal. I absolutely promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that I am not going to hurt Vicky.”

“No hitting her? No cheating on her?”

“No.”

“And what about her sweet baby? Sonia? You interested in being good to her, too?”

“I have no children of my own. I love kids. If I could spend some time with Sonia – taking her horseback riding and hiking in the mountains – I’d consider myself lucky.”

Opal leaned back and studied Phil. The man was sex on legs, no doubt about that, but far more importantly, he was kind and steady and knew his own mind. His good heart just shone out of him, through his eyes, in the way he moved, in how he looked at Vicky. This man was a keeper; she knew that the second he walked in to the motel and shook her hand. But she was going to make him squirm just a bit, on principle.

“Umm-hmmm.” She looked at him some more.
Why are eye crinkles on men so damn sexy? Mine are hardly the kind of thing that gets the heart racing.
Aloud, she said. “Well. I trust Vicky when she tells me that you’re a good man.”

“Thank you.”

Vicky smiled at Opal. Yes, the older woman was ornery and crabby and Vicky just adored her. Their eyes met and Opal winked.

Phil caught it and grinned. He tugged Vicky down next to him on the sofa and she gave a small shriek.

“Oh, honestly, girl.” Opal got to her feet. “Just kiss the man, will you? I’ll get us something to drink.” She swept out of the room.