Taking His Woman (13 page)

Running down from her clit, he removed his
fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

He fucked her cunt with his tongue, tasting all
of her cum as it slid into his mouth. She was addictive to him. Erica pushed
her hips up to meet him. Chris pulled away.

“Look at me, Erica,” he said.

She opened her eyes, which had shut some time
when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“I want you to watch me.” He placed a pillow
under her head for a better angle. She held onto the arm of the couch as he put
one of her legs along the back of the sofa and the other on the floor. She was
open, wet, and willing.

Chris loved her body while she watched. He
sucked on her clit, fucked her cunt, and savoured every delicious moment.

Her cries permeated the air, and her pelvis
thrust up to meet him for every touch. He prolonged her release for as long as
possible until he couldn’t hold it back any more. Pushing three fingers inside
her, he flicked her clit. Her pussy squeezed him, her hips rose, and he finally
catapulted her into her release.

Afterwards he held her. Work was forgotten with
her in his lap. He kissed her head and held her shaking form. Chris hoped she’d
find the courage to tell him the truth about what she wanted.

Chapter Fifteen

Erica couldn’t
tell him. She watched him for hours on end to try to find the right time to
tell him her desire. Every time she found a reason to hold back. Their painful
beginning was a factor. They’d spend so much of their relationship at loggerheads
that she didn’t want to cause any problems now. She read her books and tried to
forget about her rampant desires.

The more
she put off telling him, the harder the love-making seemed to be. His passions
became more demanding. He would fuck her without saying a word, then treat her
with so much love he had her bursting into tears.

She wanted
to open up to him so badly, but like always, she held back. When she wasn’t
working or thinking about her dilemma with Chris, she spent a great deal of
time with
Elizabeth
.
Trent
was
helping her to read and write. She knew her sister wouldn’t accept charity from
him, so she cleaned
Trent
’s
house, cooked for him, and did his laundry. In return, he paid her and taught
her at the end of the day.

Erica
helped where she could, listening to her older sister try to read certain
letters. At times while she listened and watched the concentration on her
sister’s face, she felt guilty. Throughout growing up, she could have been
there for her sister. Instead, at the first opportunity she had left.

One
afternoon after work, she listened to her sister read a child’s books. She
stumbled over the words a few times, and Erica helped her.
Elizabeth
was putting the book away when she
turned to her.

“What’s
going on with you?” she asked.

“What do
you mean? Nothing is going on. That was some good reading.”
Trent
had told her to praise her sister when
she could but not to patronise her efforts.

“Thank
you. Don’t change the subject. I know you’re listening to me, and I can see
you’re thinking about something else.”

Erica
shifted on the couch feeling uncomfortable under her sister’s scrutiny. She
thought it amusing that she felt uncomfortable under her sister’s watchful eye
but turned on when Chris stared at her in that way.

“I don’t
want to talk about it.”

Elizabeth
took her
hand. “I’ve spent most of my adult life unable to read and living in a dump
because I didn’t feel I was worth anything. My proudest moment was seeing you
off on that bus into the city. I’ve done right by you. Please don’t make me wish
I was back there because you can’t confide in me. I’m thirty years old and
dealing with some crap. Please, tell me.”

The tears
sprang to Erica’s eyes. Compared with the problems her sister faced daily, her
issues seemed irrelevant.

“They’re stupid. I’ve not got half the problems
you’ve had to deal with.” She stared down in her lap. The need to talk to
someone was burning through to her soul.

“I’m still here, Erica. My problems are my own.
We’re sisters. No matter the problem we should be able to share with each
other. Don’t let our differences in situations cloud your judgement.” Her
sister always sounded so smart. It was what made the knowledge of her lack of
reading and writing so hard to believe.

“I’ve been reading some stuff,” Erica said,
licking her lips. The heat filled her cheeks from her embarrassment.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Erotic romance.
Don’t
laugh or anything. I think I’m addicted to sex.
Or at least
freaky kind of sex.”

When her sister didn’t laugh or make a sound,
she glanced up.
Elizabeth
was waiting for her to continue.

“What do you mean freaky kind of sex? All I’m
thinking about is you being crawled on by a load of spiders and being turned
on, and that would be freaky.”

Erica laughed. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not. Seriously, what do you think is
freaky? I have no idea what kind of sex is freaky.”

“Chris is wonderful. He’s tender and loving,
and he makes me feel whole.”

“He can’t be that great if you think something
is wrong with you,”
Elizabeth
said. “Get to the good stuff. I don’t need to hear about how wonderful my
sister’s fiancé is in the bedroom. That’s creepy.”

“Why? Chris is wonderful.” Erica couldn’t help
but defend her man.

“Don’t get so defensive. He’s great for you,
but I’ve watched him with you, and there is something dark or intense about him
that scares me a little. I like him because the only woman he sees is you.”
Elizabeth
had been to their house for dinner with
Trent
. Erica sat back,
staring at her sister and thinking about what she’d said.

“You think he’s dark?”

“I don’t know, Erica. I’m not that great around
men. The most men I’ve seen are the ones mum came home with. Let’s face it.
They’re not easy on the eyes.”

Erica couldn’t argue with her sister. “Have you
been with a man?”

Her sister looked uncomfortable. “No. After a
few of her boyfriends tried to get into my pants, I locked my door and fit a
barricade over it so no one could get into my room. That house could be falling
‘round our ears, but no one was getting through that door without my say so.”

Erica laughed at her sister. She could imagine
what she’d do to keep people away from her.

“You’re a virgin?”

Elizabeth
nodded. “Pathetic, I
know.
Thirty years old and a virgin.
The shit life
I’ve led you’d think I’d be fucking everything with a dick. Watching the way
the men were with mum, I knew I didn’t want to be just another screw. When I
give myself to a man, I want it to be because he loves me.”

Erica could relate to her sister’s words. Erica
had waited for Chris. Everything that happened after had meant nothing. When
he’d taken her innocence it had been the most amazing feeling in the world.

“You want my advice?
Talk to
Chris.
He loves you, and I’m sure he’ll want to know the kind of freaky
sex you want. He’s older and has probably done most of it. Talk to your
soon-to-be-husband. If you can’t be open with him, why are you marrying him?”

Erica thought about her sister’s words on the
way home. She knew she should just tell him. The traffic blurred as her
decision became final. She would tell him tonight when he got back from his
business dinner. He said he’d be home to change before leaving, but she didn’t
want him thinking about her revelation over food where she couldn’t see him.

****

Chris moved the drawer out of the way to grab
his cufflink. In the process something fell with a heavy thud. Frowning, he
leaned under the bed and pulled out what had fallen. It was a book. He turned
it over to look at the cover on the front. The picture was of a woman bound
before a man, who held a whip coiled in his fist. His free hand was gripping
the woman’s hair in a firm grasp.

The cufflink forgotten, Chris sat on the edge
of the bed and read the back of the book. It was clear the book was about
dominance and submission. He flicked to the page to where Erica had obviously
dog-eared the page. Chris smiled thinking about the many books she’d pulled out
of his library that now had a page marked from her lack of a book mark.

Intrigued, he began to read the page she’d
left. He turned a couple of pages to the beginning so he could get the whole
scene.

By the end, he was hard as rock. Erica had
hidden the book under the bed. Without thinking, he opened her side unit and
then a few of her drawers, discovering more erotic books with a similar theme.

Chris was no virgin. Before Erica, he’d had
many women and had experimented in everything. He’d even experimented with his
own sex for the fun of it. No one knew about his exploits. He kept most of his
private life, private.

Holding the book in his hand, he went in search
of the woman in question. She was in the kitchen, tossing some pasta in a pan
of tomato sauce.

“Hi. Did you find those cufflinks?” she asked.

He wasn’t upset with her over the reading
material. If anything, he wondered why she hadn’t shared these with him.

“Yes. I did. Look what else I found.” Chris put
the book on the counter next to the cooker. He watched her reaction closely.
Her face went the shade of beet-root, and her hands shook as she picked it up.
The reading material and all of her actions leading up to this point made
sense. His woman was unsatisfied and didn’t know how to tell him. Chris wasn’t
insulted. He held a great deal back because he didn’t want to scare her.
Passion could affect everyone in different ways.

“Interesting reading
material while I’m not here.”
He lifted an eyebrow. She bowed her head,
looking away from him. He didn’t want her being afraid.

“I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t seen
this before.” Chris chuckled. He moved round the counter, standing behind her.
Curling an arm around her waist, he pressed his cock against her ass.

“I’m not upset, baby. Is this book yours?” he
asked.

“Do you promise not to be mad?”

“I promise.”

“Yes. I’ve read this book.”

“And a few others.”

He leaned round her, turning off the hob. The flame
died out. Her saucepan of tomatoes and basil-covered pasta was forgotten.
Turning her around to face him, Chris cupped her cheek in his palm.

“Don’t you have to go out?” she asked.

“Not if I don’t want to. I’ve only been invited
to go, and that was before you were back in my life.
It’s
business, and Blaze has Cassie to go with him. I was only going because I said
I would. I’d rather be home with you.
My gorgeous, sexy,
soon-to-be-wife.”
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. The fullness
called for him to sink other body parts inside her. “Have you fingered yourself
imagining scenes from the books?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Hey.” He lifted her head to look at him.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed or ashamed about your desires.”

“But I shouldn’t
be needing
that. I’ve got you, and it’s freaky,” she said.

“There is nothing freaky about wanting to try
new things, love. And I’ve not been fulfilling everything you need.” He wasn’t
upset. Chris was excited at the prospect of exploring so much more with her.
Their age gap always held him back for fear of hurting her in some way. Women
needed to know when they were ready to broaden their horizons, not have a man
force a woman into situations that risked scarring them beyond repair.

“I love being with you.”

“I know, but we can still be together and delve
into something kinkier if you would like.” He unbuttoned her shirt. She didn’t
protest.

“I’m not sure,” she said.

“I can’t
promise to go intense on you, but I think I could extend to a firm spanking and
certainly some outdoor sex. I noticed you marked the page where he takes her
from behind in the back of the car, and where he puts his hand print on her
ass.”

If it was
possible her face went a deeper shade of red.

“I’m hard,
baby.” He rubbed his cock against her pussy. Chris lifted her onto the counter,
pushing her skirt out of the way. She opened her legs wide. Most of their
love-making had taken place in bed. He wanted to prove to her that their time
together meant more to him than a quick tumble in the sheets.