Page 43 of What He Wants

“Got done earlier than planned.” His hands began to smooth over my rump. “Couldn’t get you off my fucking mind all the way home.”

His admission made me smile. “Oh, yeah?” He squeezed me, drawing a moan out of me. I closed my eyes against the sensual heat that was sucking me under when he began to lick and kiss my neck. The spikes shooting through me heated my blood to the boiling point. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. “I thought about you all day, too,” I said softly.

His kisses trailed along the curve of my jaw, and I turned my face, trying to capture his mouth. I felt his grin against me. “Kiss me, Big John,” I finally said out of frustration.

When his mouth covered mine I melted against him, whimpering. He kissed me long and deep, owning my mouth, and when he was ready to move on he slipped his tongue between my lips. Our tongues tasted and explored, the smoky flavor of Big John exploded on my taste buds, turning me a little wild. The big hands massaging my butt turned harder with need, he was practically lifting me off my feet. There seemed to be an urgent energy running through him that was governing his actions. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him firmly to me.

He started pulling my gown up at the back of my legs. “What the fuck do you have on, babe?” he grumbled with growing frustration. “There’s no end to it.”

I laughed. “My flannel nightgown. It keeps me warm.” It was big and baggy and fell to the floor.

“Well, I need to get to your skin. Let’s get upstairs and get you out of this.” He reached for the door and turned the lock, and then surprised me by picking me up.

“I can walk.”

“I like carrying you.”

We went directly to my bedroom, where Big John set me down on my feet. In one brisk move he reached for the hem of my gown, pulled it up and over my head, and tossed it aside. I was naked underneath. The intense look smoldering in his eyes made a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with the cold. It was dark in my room, except for the moonlight that filtered through the open window. I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but the silence surrounding us was filled with sexual electricity.

“Better?” I teased huskily.

“Sweet Jesus,” he rasped, pushing me back onto my bed and dropping to his knees. I gasped, anticipation making me wet between my legs. I spread them willingly, feeling Big John’s breath right there on my pelvis, making my belly quiver. “I can smell your arousal,” he growled, kissing the spot above my mound.

Moaning, I instinctively lifted my hips. “More.”

That was all it took. His whole mouth covered my pussy, the heat intense with wet fire. I felt his tongue lap at my pussy lips, part the folds and spear inside. I was so sensitive, so primed for a thorough fucking. The fact that Big John was focused on seeing to my needs before his made me appreciate the big man even more for his consideration. He may have been rough around the edges, a little frightening in intensity, but he knew how to make me feel like a desirable woman. I felt his fingers at my pussy as he spread the folds wide, and then his face was there.

My hips left the bed when the scrape of his whiskers brushed against my labia, driving me insane. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair and pressing him tighter. He used his tongue like a cock, thrusting it in and out, in and out, and lavishing attention on my clit. Soon two fingers were sinking inside me, curling against the bundle of sensitive nerves that were somehow connected to my clit. What he was doing to me felt like the sweetest torture, and I twisted and raised my hips, flip flopping between wanting to pull away and straining further into him. It all became too much, but his powerful hands clamped down on my thighs and he easily held me in place while his tongue fucked my pussy.

“Big John!” I was going to come, twisting my fingers into the sheets beneath me as control began to slip.

He ignored my desperate plea, sucking and licking on my clit without mercy. “Don’t move,” he demanded, releasing one of his hands. His fingers returned to my pussy, sinking in deeply, hooking again over the soft patch of nerves located in my upper walls. With his focus there and on my clit, I exploded with a scream of pure bliss. I gasped for breath, digging my nails into his scalp and throwing my head back against the bed. I bowed tightly, shuddering with fiery release.

Big John barely waited for me to finish before he got to his feet and quickly removed his clothes. I could hear his breathing, feel his gaze on me the whole time, suddenly glad that the room was cloaked in semi-darkness. The only man I’d ever lain in bed and displayed myself to like this was Paul, and he’d always found something nasty to say about me. I realized now that it had been his insecurities at work, but it didn’t disguise the fact I wasn’t a slim-hipped, small-breasted woman. I was a size fourteen, and only five feet two inches tall. Some of my curves had curves. Well, maybe that was a mild exaggeration.

“Do you mind if I get a shower?” he surprised me by asking.

“Not at all.”

After he left the room I scooted up the bed and pulled the blankets over me. Soon I heard the shower running and wondered what he’d do if I were to surprise him like he’d done to me at the clubhouse, but then I recalled how that little episode had ended. I didn’t care to have a repeat, so I remained in bed, listening to the muted sound of the running water in my otherwise silent apartment.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to come back.

Chapter 19

Daisy

I was naked, and I should have been cold, but I wasn’t. A delicious heat enveloped me from behind. A muscular arm was over my waist, holding me tightly to the man that was sharing his body heat with me. My butt was snug against the cradle of his hips, and there was a hard cock tucked between my cheeks, poking insistently, as if asking for entrance. As consciousness slowly chased the sleepiness from my brain I became more aware of what was going on, and how it had come to this. The last thing I could remember was closing my eyes to wait for Big John to return from his shower. Relaxed and basking in orgasmic bliss, I’d obviously fallen back to sleep.

A lazy smile spread across my face, wondering what he’d thought when he’d returned to find me sleeping, and, most likely, snoring. I was sure that he’d been expecting to continue where we’d left off. His arm shifted, and a big hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. Then I felt his nose burrow into the hair at the back of my neck. He sucked in a breath and released it as a long growl. The fingers at my breast pinched a nipple, the sting shooting all the way down to my clit. Moaning softly, I thrust my ass further into his morning wood.

“Morning, baby,” he rasped against me. “You owe me something.”

A giggle escaped me. “I’m sure you’ll collect tenfold.” It occurred to me that I liked waking up next to Big John. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Later,” he said, moving fast. Suddenly I was beneath him and he was kissing me roughly.

That’s all it took to ignite the flame between us. Wildfire surged through my blood, and I arched my hips into his hard cock, which seemed to be probing for something between my legs. I grew wet with the anticipation of where that muscle would be plunging in a moment, because I had no doubt that Big John would be fucking me before he left me again. He thrust against me, but didn’t enter me. I parted my thighs in order to feel the friction of his cock sliding against the folds of my pussy, fanning the flames of hunger that were coursing through my body.

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