Trust Me (16 page)

With a shy smile, she slowly moved her hands up beneath the thin camisole, caressing and massaging her breasts, pushing them together and watching the expression of passion and delight cross Creighton’s handsome face, his erection hardening with each movement, throbbing in front of him as he straightened up on the bed.

Deftly she moved her fingers across her breasts, massaging the round globes, pinching and pulling her nipples, just as she had in the bathroom. Creighton’s passion began to burn again while he watched her dance. Her smile widened, as she ran her hands slowly down her stomach again to the top of her panties. Sandra moved the tips of her fingers under the waistband of the lacy material, caressed the tender flesh; her right hand slowly caressing the short curly hair. She could feel the heated moisture radiate up to meet her fingers and nearly giggled watching the expression of utter amazement cross the man’s face.

Creighton moaned when she slid a finger inside her vagina, slowly moving it in and out of her wet body, her hips gyrating slowly. She felt very naughty and wicked as she removed her hand and hooked her thumbs inside the lacy band around her waist, pulling the material across her hips with painstaking slowness, to fall to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them, her foot catching the lacy string and lifting them in the air. Creighton reached up instinctively and caught the black fabric as she flipped her foot, sending the panties flying toward him. He smiled as he caught them, pressing his nose to the material and breathing deeply.

His actions were shocking and erotic, spurring her on as she continued to dance. She moved her hips in a slightly larger circle, running her hands across her hips, massaging them with soft circles and methodically moved her hands back up her sides, across her stomach and under her camisole again. She massaged her breasts for a few moments then very slowly pulled the black material over her head dropping it to the floor. Her hands continued to caress her breasts, moving down her stomach to her thighs, back up to her crotch to play with the soft brown curls. She bent over at the waist, grasping her ankles with her hands and smiled as he groaned deeply. Sandra straightened up and looked at him innocently. Creighton was incredible; his erection, rock hard and throbbing against his stomach, made her feel more wanton than ever before.

By the end of the song they were both panting with desire. Sandra felt very wicked, very wet and eager for his next lesson. She reveled in the knowledge that teasing him was quickly becoming her favorite pastime; it was erotic and stimulating and she loved watching his erection harden.

Sandra smiled wickedly at the man as another song started; the sounds of a saxophone filled the room. Creighton held a hand out for her, taking hers and pulling her into him until she stood directly in front of him, his nose level with her erect nipples. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him backward on the bed and climbing onto his lap, moving her hips against his arousal. His breath seemed to hitch inside his throat and she found the strength to moan for both of them. He lifted her bottom up in his hands and helped her gyrate against him harder.

“I need you,” he whispered and she could feel the heat radiate beneath his touch. “Help me,” he ordered as he reached for her hips and moved backward on the bed, lifting her across the length of his erection.

“Up on your knees,” he ordered her, smiling when she obeyed. He reached down between her legs and lifted his penis up so the tip was rubbing against her moisture.

“Take hold and slide it inside you,” he said softly. Sandra frowned, but did as he instructed and gasped at the sensation of the hard tip of him slipping inside her wet opening.

“Slowly sit down,” he told her. Sandra drew in a deep breath and lowered her hips across him, moaning at the fullness inside her. She looked apprehensive as he continued to fill her and he chuckled at the expression on her face.

“It will fit; you just have to let your body adjust to the size.” She relaxed against him and was amazed that he was able to slide in deeper. Once he was sheathed within her tight body, she braced her hands on his chest and waited. Creighton reached for her bottom and lifted her up across him, then slowly back down, again and again.

“You do it,” he ordered and she began to move up and down on him, watching the passion across his face with each stroke of her tight body. She continued the movements across his length until she felt dizzy and closed her eyes.

“I need you, now.” She understood what he meant and nodded, preparing for his passionate assault. He drew a deep breath and thrust into her with a fluent, steady movement. She moaned at the length of him filling her at a firm and even pace. Her body arched against him, her arms bracing behind her on his long legs and she gasped at the deeper contact of their bodies. The familiar tingling began deep inside her and found herself moving with him, his thrusts increasing, her movements quickening.

It happened before she knew it, taking her by surprise as a deep orgasm ripped at her insides; plummeting her into a title wave of passion. Sandra cried out, sitting back up as he thrust against her hard, her arms braced on his shoulders. She found herself rotating her hips, growling her release; quickly feeling the length of him grow inside her moments before he growled savagely against her, holding her tightly across him.

A few moments later, Sandra collapsed against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her ear, both of them panting and moist with sweat. She closed her eyes and sighed, drawing a deep breath. Creighton shifted positions and rolled her onto the mattress beside him.

“You are amazing, my little virgin lover,” he told her in a tone of pure awe.

“I’m not a virgin anymore, remember?” She couldn’t help but smile as he laughed, his tone deep and relaxed.

“I remember all too well,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose “I know now probably is not the best time to ask, but are you on anything?” Sandra frowned. “Are you taking anything for birth control?” She blushed profusely and shook her head, silently cursing herself for not listening to her sister.

“I didn’t think so.”

“Are you?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, caressing her cheek with a long finger. “I wasn’t thinking very clearly last night and things just sort of happened and it didn’t occur to me today either.” Her eyes widened as his words began to sink in.

“I will take full responsibility. I can assure you, I don’t have any diseases and I have never gone without protection before; it’s just that you were so eager and I was not going to object any more than I already had. After all, I am only human.” She swallowed and leaned her head back against the soft bed.

“So you do regret last night,” she said matter-of-factly.

“No, never,” he answered tipping her chin so she looked at him. “What happened last night…and today for that matter…was better than anything I could ever have hoped for. I will never regret making love to you.”

“What are the chances of…anything happening?” she asked in a very quiet tone. “It was only one night.” Creighton leaned into her and kissed her full, swollen lips.

“There are thousands of people running around this world from ‘only one night’ encounters. We’ll just have to bide our time and see what happens. As for now, we’ll be much more careful and not worry.” Sandra smiled shyly and accepted another kiss from him, this one much longer and much softer than the last.

“You really have never gone without protection?” she asked a few moments later. He shook his head in answer. “Even in the hayloft?”

“Even in the hayloft,” he assured her. “As much as I fancied Miriam, I wasn’t ready to be a father. I was just a kid and I’m happy it worked out the way it did. We would never have lasted anyway; she really likes the lasses and even though she enjoys an occasional sausage, she’s just not the motherly type.” Sandra giggled softly at the man’s use of slang.

“Have you ever found anyone you wanted to start a family with?” He lowered his eyes and cleared his throat and she realized with a start that she really didn’t want to know.

“I have to thank you, Creighton,” she said quickly, watching the confusion cross his face. “When I came to France, I told myself it was a way to connect with my parents, but more than that I really needed to get away to think. I needed to figure out what I wanted in life. I’ve lived so many years in books that I think I forgot how to live. I’ve thought often about moving away from Kansas, but I’ve never had the courage to do anything so drastic. When I came here, I was hoping of finding some answers, but what I found was adventure and passion and that will forever be in my heart. I just don’t know if any other man will ever be able to compare to what you’ve shown me. I mean, will I ever be happy with the way another man loves me?”

“I don’t think I like how that sounds,” he told her with a deep a frown. “I don’t like the idea of another man touching you and I never intended this to be a summer romance or a simple rendezvous.” Sandra smiled.

“I don’t see a way around it.”

“I do,” he said with a half grin. “I can tie you to this bed and keep you as my prisoner, until you’re either too old or too lost in my love to leave me.”

“Do you think tying me up would do it? I can still scream you know.”

“I can remedy that as well, but I probably wouldn’t. I like hearing you scream,” he winked at her and began teasing one of her nipples with his long finger.

“So you would really tie me up?” Her throat was very dry and her heart skipped a beat, was she in danger with this man?

“Without a doubt,” he admitted proudly. “You know, bondage isn’t only for holding a person hostage. It can be very enjoyable as well.”

“How can a person find joy out of being tied up?” She couldn’t believe he was even suggesting such a thing and her heart began to beat with apprehension. He smiled softly, leaning down and sucking one of her nipples.

“There are a lot of ways of making love,” he whispered. “I can show you so many new and exciting things that would drive you wild.” Those words brought a jolt to her nerves, traveling to her deeper regions. Then she remembered what he had said the day before.

“Is that what your hayloft girl taught you?” she asked, watching his expression grow darker, as his smile grew larger.

“Yes, part of it. I could introduce you to a much darker, much deeper orgasmic side of sex, if you are willing.” Sandra frowned.

“That sounds too much like a Star Wars type of thing and we all know what happened to Darth Vader. I’m not sure I can face the temptation between good and evil, like Luke Skywalker did.” Creighton laughed, pulling her into his embrace.

“Unlike Luke Skywalker, I’m not your father, and the dark side I’m talking about is very easy to come back from; no evil overlord involved.”

“But it all sounds too…weird and very immoral.”

“There is nothing wrong with sexual roll play, when it’s two consensual adults. If more married couples learned to experiment with different aspects of their relationship, this world wouldn’t have so many divorces and prostitutes would be out of a job.” Sandra laughed at this, but realized he was probably right.

“So what do you want to teach me? It doesn’t mean I’m going to agree, mind you, but I would be willing to listen.” Creighton’s eyes lit up like a child in a candy store and he stood from the bed, walking into the adjoining office and leaving Sandra alone.

A twinge of excitement mingled inside her with a wave of apprehension. She wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into, but she enjoyed all he had taught her thus far. Sandra bit her bottom lip, knowing without a doubt that it wouldn’t take much for her to cross the line into the darker side of sexual pleasure. Even Yoda wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation, if he were faced with the incredible erotic talents of Creighton Ashford.

Creighton returned a few moments later, a broad smile across his handsome face. He was carrying a brown leather case roughly the size of a small suitcase. He walked back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Sandra. He lifted the case and placed it between them, then looked in her green eyes, gauging her reaction.

“Now don’t be frightened,” he said staring at her.

“What is this?” she asked in a hushed whisper, looking down at the case.

“This is a kit of items designed for pleasure; some a little more intense than others. You just have to be courageous when I explain them to you and tell me what you would like to try and what you won’t. Agreed?” Sandra sat up on the bed still naked, crossing her legs and staring at the expensive looking leather case as if it were a dangerous snake. She had no idea what she was getting herself into and she was afraid if she said no, he would never want to touch her again.

“What kind of items?” she asked wide eyed.

“Toys, mainly, Hayloft girl introduced me to these and I rather like them and you will too.”

“You’ve used this before, on other women?” She watched as he clicked open the metal locks holding the case shut. The case was really quite lovely; warm chocolate brown leather with thick black threading around the seams and edges, a single golden lock and two thick ornately designed hinges. It looked more medieval than modern and it smelled of tanned cowhide.

“I’ve used similar kits, but this is brand new. I don’t share toys between girls, too much of a health risk.” He opened the lid slowly, watching her eyes for her reaction as he removed the top tray to reveal a second one hiding beneath. She looked at the many objects neatly organized within the dark purple velvet lining and frowned.