Ready to Fall (17 page)

“Door at the end of the hall, bathroom on the left.” I reluctantly lifted myself off of her. She took my offered hand and pulled herself up to standing.

Her hands found the buttons of her shirt and she slowly undid the first few, never breaking eye contact with me. “You going to stand there and stare, or take care of Babe so we can get back to what we were doing?”

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I raced across the room and opened the door before her shirt hit the ground and her feet pounded up the stairs.

Damn.

A few minutes later, I bounded up the stairs, stripping off both of my shirts and leaving a trail behind me in the hall. The door to my room stood open, but the lights were off. When I entered, my eyes focused on the bed. Diane laid across the comforter, on her stomach, her knees bent with her feet in the air. She’d stripped down to her pale purple underwear.

“Took you long enough,” she said, crooking her finger and motioning for me to come closer. She didn’t have to ask twice.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” My eyes adjusted to the dim light enough to follow the curve of her legs over the swell of her ass and around to her full breasts spilling out of her bra. Meeting her stare, I undid the button of my jeans and lowered them down my thighs. My boxers couldn’t contain my hard-on, which tented out toward her. Her lips quirked into the same lustful smirk from earlier in the day.

“Come here,” she said, shifting her body closer to me. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, she reached for me, grasping my cock firmly in her hand.

I moaned like a teenage boy about to get a hand job. Not knocking hand jobs, but tonight I wanted more.

“Everything about you is big,” she said more to my cock than me.

“I’m in proportion.”

“Yes, yes you are.” She licked her lips when she released me from my boxers. “Yes you are.”

With a quick flick of her eyes to mine, her warm mouth engulfed me. Fuck. I would never get tired of this feeling of warm, wet suction. To stabilize myself, I placed my hand on her head but didn’t direct. As much as I wanted to thrust, I held back.

I wove my fingers into her tangled, windswept brown waves and gently guided her into a rhythm. She was a quick learner. Her teeth only pushed me closer to the edge. I tightened my grip in her hair, but didn’t pull. The nerves at the base of my spine fired as heat moved down my body. Everything tensed and tightened while I fought the pull between pleasure and release.

Sensing my struggle, she slowly dragged her mouth to the tip and waited.

“Your mouth is fucking unbelievable.” I met her eyes. “But you better stop because I have other things in mind for you tonight.”

A final swirl of her tongue and her mouth left my tip. Her hand still kept a steady hold at the base, giving me the occasional squeeze.

“Oh do you?” Her smile was anything but innocent.

“You don’t even know.” I stepped back and her hand slipped away. “More than standing here with my jeans around my thighs and my boots still on.”

She laughed. “I guess you need to take care of that.”

Boots, socks, jeans, and boxers fell into a pile at the foot of the bed. The only clothing left between us were a few scraps of lace.

In a swift motion, I lifted her up and flipped her on to her back, her head resting in the pillows. She gasped and smiled. She didn’t expect that, but she liked it.

I trailed my hand down from her round breasts to the top of the purple lace at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs spread open for me.

“Patience,” I said, my tone stern.

She closed her eyes, a smile toying at the edge of her lips.

My eyes shadowed my hands when they moved around her body, watching for her reactions. When she sighed, I took note. When she moaned, I memorized the place. When her skin pebbled, I wanted more. Kneeling over her, I slipped my hand under the lace and pushed down the bra to play with the soft flesh of her tits. I needed to put my mouth on her.

My arm snaked underneath her back to undo the clasp, and the bra joined the pile of my clothes on the floor.

I kissed her again and my hand continued to explore her body while I took her hands in my other hand and pushed them above her head.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I told her. She didn’t even open her eyes to question me, but grabbed the wood in silent compliance. “Good.”

Shifting again, I laid down alongside her body. My beard brushed against her neck when I kissed, licked, and nibbled my way south. She squirmed when the rough texture hit a sensitive place. Rough, wet, soft—each texture produced a reaction on her skin. Cool, pale flesh heated and turned rosy with each pass of my lips and scruff.

Not remaining idle, my hands pinched and tugged her nipples.

“More,” she said, nothing more than a whispered moan.

“Mmm … not yet,” I answered, nipping at her pink bud.

Following the path burned by my hand, my mouth lowered down her body until it reached the last of the lace. Her legs opened further when I nudged her with my nose. I inhaled deeply before skipping over her heat. Down her left thigh and back up, I moved over to her right leg, dragging my beard lightly across her skin.

“Gah,” she said. “You’re torturing me.”

“Am I?” I smiled into the lace. I wouldn’t admit it, but torture was exactly what I was doing. To both of us.

“John Day, if you don’t stop …”

I cut off her words with a small bite to her hip.

“I’ll …”

Another nip to the other hip caused her to pause. When I exhaled over her heat and met her eyes, she clamped her mouth shut and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Aha. That’s how I get you to stop talking,” I said while tugging on the sides of her underwear. Her ass lifted off the bed, and with a final pull, she was naked. And fucking gorgeous. I stopped my actions to take in her body. My stillness caused Diane to open her eyes.

“What?” she asked, her brows pulling together in concern. She lifted up on her elbows. “What’s wrong?”

“Absofuckinglutely nothing.” I grinned at her and leaned over to kiss her. “Nothing. You’re beautiful.”

We kissed and slid our bodies together while we tumbled around on the bed. Lifting her leg, I flipped her over and she straddled me, never losing contact with her mouth.

“I want to taste you,” I said, sharing our breaths. I lifted our entwined fingers over my head and put her hands on the headboard behind me. My hands wrapped around her thighs and I showed her where I wanted her. Once she situated herself above me, I was in heaven.

Each pulse, twitch, and contraction I felt with my tongue when she moved over me. All of my senses were consumed by her, only her.

Her body told me when she started to climb. I let it lead me, teaching me what to do and when to extend her pleasure until she stilled and moaned. Easing back, I kept contact until she quivered and collapsed next to me.

I wiped a hand across my beard, feeling the well earned wetness. Damn. I could do that all day. Maybe she’d let me.

When I rolled onto my side facing her, she opened one eye to peek at me before leaning up to kiss me.

“You’re soaked,” she said, embarrassment tingeing her words. When she pulled back, I wrapped my arm around her.

“You’re not going anywhere. Nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. You don’t know how much that turns me on. The sounds you made, the way your body responded to me. Nothing is more sexy.”

“Really?”

“Honest truth. I don’t think we’re done here.” I rolled us over toward my nightstand to grab a condom before settling over her.

When I pushed, she opened. When I retreated, she tightened. We found our rhythm and increased the tempo. Each movement brought us closer.

My mouth couldn’t get enough of her lips, her neck, or her tits. I hitched her leg higher, going deeper, wanting more until the warmth returned and the tightness warned me I was at the point of no return.

“I’m close,” I warned. She kissed me harder, her hands on my ass, guiding me.

A few erratic thrusts and I came, pulsing inside her.

My vision narrowed from the overwhelming sensation and I closed my eyes, drawing out every second.

When I opened my eyes again, her eyes were the first things to come into focus.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “You okay?”

“Better than okay. Best.”

“Best what?”

“Best as in beyond better than okay.”

I chuckled and shifted, separating my body from hers.

Her head lolled on the pillow but her heavy, hooded eyes followed me when I stood up.

“You’ve ruined me forever for clean-shaven men, John Day.”

“Damn straight.” I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Her eyes closed completely. “Damn bearded lumberjack,” she said, fading into a mumble of words as she fell asleep.

I stood there and gazed down at her body. When I woke up that day, I hadn’t planned on having sex with Diane. Now that I had, I didn’t plan to stop.

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asleep immediately it never occurred to me to think about her leaving. Diane in my bed wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, unless I considered she slept like a starfish and stole the comforter. Nothing about this was normal to me. Sure Kelly and I spent the night together, but we worked up to it. First time Diane and I had sex, she stayed the whole night and I cooked breakfast the next morning.

“Thanks for not kicking me out into the cold, wet night last night,” she said, as if knowing my past behavior.

“Do you honestly think I would do that? Make you take the long hike home in the rain? I figured the very least I could do was to let you do the walk of shame in the morning.”

“You’re teasing,” she said.

“I am. Pancakes?” I held out a plate stacked with three golden circles flanked by fat slices of bacon.

“Yes, please. I’m starved. Can’t imagine why.”

“No idea. Syrup?”

Syrup formed a moat around the island of pancakes on her plate. The woman liked it sweet. I made a note for future reference.

We ate in silence … silence broken by her random moans, which I felt in my cock. Morning wood was no excuse. Not after waking up to her mouth blazing a trail down my chest and her hand bringing me to full alert.

Speaking with her mouth full, she mumbled, “Meese are smoo goob.”

“Meese? Goob?” I repeated while attempting to translate in my head.

She held up a finger and finished chewing. My eyes focused on her mouth while she licked the syrup off her fingers. “I said these are so good. I never figured you for a man who could cook.”

“Pancakes aren’t cooking. I use the box stuff.” I shrugged. “My cooking abilities are limited. Trust me.”

“No need to get defensive. Not calling your masculinity into question. Certainly not after last night.”

I smirked at her. “Don’t forget this morning.”

She lowered her eyes to her plate and swirled her finger through the pool of syrup. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” Her tongue licked the tip of her finger before she sucked the tip into her mouth.

“Fuck.” My cock twitched.

“What?” she asked innocently, but her motives were splashed across her face.

“You know exactly what.”

“What are you going to do about it?” A giggle burst from her mouth in a whoosh when I picked her up off the stool and lifted her onto the counter. “Oh, well then, carry on…”

I lowered my mouth to hers. She tasted of syrup and bacon and her—the perfect combination. Her chin was sticky with sweetness, so I licked it.

“You smell of syrup. I think it’s my new favorite scent.” I moved down her neck to kiss the skin peeking out from my shirt she wore. “Mmm … it’s my new favorite taste, too.” I kissed her again. And again.

At some point her plate crashed to the floor and my shirt ended up in a puddle of syrup. Not that I cared with Diane splayed out in front of me. Nothing in the world mattered when she exhaled a moan when our hips met again. Everything disappeared as we found the rhythm we discovered last night. Nothing and everything met when my orgasm raced through me.

Coming back to our senses, we examined the mess. Somehow she had a bit of bacon in her hair and my beard was sticky with syrup.

“Shower?” I asked, settling her on her feet safely away from the mess of syrup and plate on the floor.

“Join me?” she asked.

At that point, I would have followed her anywhere.