Paper Kisses (18 page)

So slowly, she reached behind her
and unclasped her bra but kept an arm cupped over her breasts as she pulled
each strap off.
 
He cocked one eyebrow
and she pulled the bra away as her arm fell away.
 
She knew what he was looking at, her deep red
nipples pebbled from a combination of cool air and his burning stare.
 

That left only her panties.
 
Half pivoting, she hooked a thumb in each
side and slid them down, keeping her knees straight and bending over to give
him a fine view of the ass he so deliciously plowed last night.
 
What would he do to her tonight?

“Now,” he said.
 
“Undress me.”

Oh yes.
 
Her palms already itched to run up and down
his sculptured body.
 
She unbuttoned his
shirt and peeled it open, running her hands over the defined muscles and the
light smattering of hair.
 
She pulled it
from his trousers and slid it off his shoulders. He was tense, watching her
hungrily, which caused another round of heat to erupt in her belly.
 

Her hands went to his pants where
his erection tented the front very nicely.
 
Carefully she unzipped him and tugged the pants down.
 
Lo and behold,
commando
.
 
Had she known all
through dinner that he was sans underwear she wouldn’t have eaten a thing, too
focused on his massive cock right behind the material.
 

Ah…
 
She finally found a better adjective than big.
 
He was massive.
 
Massive body, massive muscles.
 
Massive cock.
 
She
fell
her to her
knees to help him take his shoes, socks and pants off and there it was, staring
at her in the face.
 
She could no more
deny herself tasting him than she could stop the sun from rising in a few
hours.
 
She touched him, touched the
pre-cum that leaked from the hole and brought it to her mouth.
 
He was salty and strong and everything a man
should be.
 
She wrapped her hand around
his shaft and caressed him from the bottom up.

“You’re so hard.”

“All for you,
Alannah.
 
Wrap those pretty lips
around me.”

Leaning forward, her tongue gently
licked the tip, licking off more of his essence and tracing over the contours
of the mushroom head and heavy vein under the shaft.
 
Looking up at him to make sure he was
watching her, she sucked him into her mouth.
 
She took him as far as she could,
hollowing
her
cheeks until he moaned with pleasure.
 
God, she loved making him moan.
 
As one hand rested on his thigh to keep her anchored in place, she used
the other to caress his heavy sac, massaging his balls.
 
He moaned even more as his hands buried in
her hair and he guided her into what he wanted.
 
He pushed in as far as he could go, until she gagged a little and then
pulled out, until just the tip rested in her mouth.
 
At that moment, she would suck him back in,
and so it continued for a few minutes until he finally pulled her completely
off him.

“Enough,” he told her.
 
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
 

Sky wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her body into his, lifting her off the ground.
 
Alannah curved herself into his chest,
leaning forward as her arms went around his neck and her legs encircled his
waist.
 
He kissed her again, holding her
as if she weighed nothing, his hands holding her ass for support.
 
He laid her down upon the bed and joined her,
holding himself above her with his hands.
 
It was an almost predatory stance, and along with the hunger shining out
of his stormy blue eyes, her body thrilled at the primitive domination.

Now it was her turn to moan as he
claimed a nipple with his mouth, using the flat of his tongue to lick the hard
little nub before gently biting.
 
The
pain escalated the pleasure and she panted as he repeated the process to the
other one.
 
He worked his way down her
body, to the cradle of her thighs, where she was spread out on display.
 
He pushed her legs even wider, studying her
pussy with such an intense look upon his face that she began to squirm a
little.
 
Her old insecurities began to
rise up and she wanted to put her hand down there to cover up, but his words
erased any shyness creeping up on her.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said
in such a reverent tone that she believed him.
 
She never really thought of vaginas being beautiful or not but she
supposed she thought his cock was beautiful so it probably worked both
ways.
 
Then again, she didn’t go around
looking at random cunts to judge how they looked.

And then he buried his face right
in her snatch and she couldn’t help but moan as he laid claim, using his tongue
to lick up and down her slit, and sucking her little clit into his mouth to suck
her into a vortex of pleasure.
 
His
tongue stabbed inside her and curled up.
 
Her hips bucked and she all but clawed at his hair, and holy fuck, how
did he know how to do
that
?
 
She wasn’t prepared for the orgasm to rush
through her body but the climax broke over her so suddenly that she arched her
back as her skin flushed with a layer of sweat.
 
It left her panting, dazed, and yet he wasn’t done with her.
 

He kissed his way up her body,
taking his time, touching her everywhere.
 
There wasn’t one place that didn’t know his touch or mouth.
 
They were both breathing hard as he towered
over her once again.

“I want to fuck you now,” he
whispered.
 
“No blindfold, no cuffs.
 
No darkness.”

“Yes, Sky,” she agreed
instantly.
 

“Take the condom off the nightstand
and put it on me,” he ordered.

He might not be adding the kink but
he couldn’t turn off his commanding voice.
 
She did as he instructed, picking up the foil packet, opening it, and
running it down his hard length.

“Are you ready, Alannah?” he
asked.
 
“Are you good and wet for me?”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, and the
words were no sooner out of her mouth than he plunged forward with one sure
thrust.
 
She gasped as her body had to
immediately adjust to his invasion since she was so not used to a man of his
measurements.
 
Bryce had just been
average so it took a moment for her pussy to relax.
 
But when it did, she raised her thighs and
crossed them across his broad back.
 
If
possible, the position made him sink even deeper into her wet depths.
 
He began to rock, pulling out and thrusting
in.
  

“God, I wanted to take this slow,”
he muttered against her ear just before he sucked on her earlobe.
 
“I wanted to seduce you but god,
honey,
you’re so tight around my cock I don’t know if I’ll
be able to last.”

“Please,” she begged.
 
“Take me, Sky.
 
Give me more.”

And that was the only trigger he
needed, apparently.
 
He really began to
hammer at her, pushing up on his forearms so they could stare at each
other.
 
They didn’t say anything else to one
another.
 
They didn’t have to.
 
This moment transcended everything, and she
knew it was the same for him as it was for her.
 
She could see it in his eyes.
 
Maybe that’s why he didn’t have penetrative sex before this…because he
knew it would be this special.
 
From this
moment on, it wasn’t just their bodies that had joined.
 
It had been their souls.
 
They would always be a part of each other and
have this memory between them.

In and out, the rhythm seemed to
grow.
 
His tempo quickened until he was slamming
into her, deeper, harder, and oh god, she was spiraling higher and higher.
 
She felt the rush come from deep inside and
she screamed his name as she came.
 
He
tensed above her and she suspected he would come over with her, but he kept
plowing her, unrelenting, and much to her surprise, she felt the tremors
building again.
 
He reached with one hand
between them and touched the area where they were joined.
 
All he had to do was tap her clit one time
and that was it, she splintered apart again, only now she felt him following
her. He threw back his head as she felt him swell inside her, and then his
release had him growling out her name.
 
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs.
 
She couldn’t move, utterly replete in sensual
bliss.

Moments, or hours later she really
couldn’t tell
,
he moved a little to take care of the
condom.
 
And then he fell back into her
arms.

“You were right,” she murmured as
sleep was crowding into her mind.

“About what?”

“Sex keeps getting better, with the
right partner.”

He snuggled her close and she
drifted off.

Chapter Twelve

When she awoke, she was alone in
bed, and she knew he had left.
 
She
turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling, her mind filled with only one
thought…today was the day she was leaving.
 
When she came back to Dexter, she never thought she’d find something
worth staying for.
 
She’d come to find
the reset button, the moment where her life had careened off track, but all
she’d found was Sky.
 
She’d never felt
with her husband what she’d felt with her best friend and she wondered if she’d
feel anything like it again.
 
She’d been
uncomfortable with the kink in the beginning, but after the second time she’d
come to accept that she liked being tied up.
 

But last night was the most erotic
thing she’d ever felt in her life.
 
Twice
more he’d woken her up to make love, and afterwards they’d looked into each
other’s eyes.
 
The connection went so
deep it touched every molecule of her being.
 
The big question, of course, was could she trust her instincts?
 
The last time she’d done that, she’d left
Dexter determined to be anyone but her mother and to find a man who wouldn’t be
her father, only to fail.
 
Now she had so
many choices that it was hard for her to know what to do.

She sighed and rose, heading into
the bathroom to shower and dress.
 
CeeCee
was expecting her and she wanted to talk to her before heading out.
 
One last time, she looked around the bedroom,
collecting her stuff and making the bed.
 
Her heart hurt and tears threatened to fall and she was so confused that
she didn’t know what to think.
 
Her mind
was all over the place, dithering back and forth about whether she should stay
or go.
 
She left the house and had the
strange feeling she was leaving her heart behind.

An envelope lay under her
windshield and she took it gingerly.
 
Sky’s handwriting was unmistakable and she wondered if she should open
it now or wait.
 
Her stomach was in knots
and she didn’t know if she could handle one more thing so she put it in her
purse and slid behind the wheel.

CeeCee
was sitting on the porch when she pulled into the driveway, sipping on a glass
of tea.
 
Pooch was lying at her
feet.
 
Alannah gave her a small smile as
she cut the engine and then walked up to sit opposite her.
 

“So are you going to stay?” CeeCee
asked, not pulling any punches.

“I’m just afraid it’s too sudden,”
Alannah murmured.
 
“What if four days
wasn’t enough?
 
What if this was all just
a fantasy, falling in love with your best friend?”

CeeCee’s
eyebrows shot up.
 
“Love?”

Alannah nodded.
 
“I can’t fight it anymore.
 
Maybe I’ve always been in love with him.
 
Maybe that’s why I ran so quickly.
 
Maybe that’s really why my marriage failed.”

 
“Four days turns into four weeks, turns into
forever,” CeeCee quipped.

Alannah pulled the envelope out of
her purse.
 
“This was on my car.”

“From Sky?”

“Yeah.”

She opened it and pulled out a
paper kiss, cut from red construction paper and smaller than the one CeeCee had
given to Pete Simmons, but it still had the same meaning.
 
Alannah smiled.

“I think I’ve come full circle,”
she said, and peace settled over her.
 
Yes.
 
It was all about hope,
faith, and a whole lot of kisses.