Chapter Ten
Boone held his breath as Tilly’s greedy gaze raked over his body. She’d surprised him with her shy lust and humor. He’d surprised himself with his indulgence—and by the fact he was eager to see where her desire and curiosity led.
So he stretched his body, placing his hands behind his head and threading his fingers together to resist the urge to reach for her soft body. His belly sank, his thighs were tense and spread. His cock rose against his belly, demanding attention, but he didn’t think she’d have the courage to go there first. So he waited.
With quick swipes, she licked her lips. “I feel at a disadvantage,” she whispered.
Boone arched a brow. “How so? We’re both nude.”
“Your body.” She waved a hand. “It’s so perfect. Not an ounce of…laziness…anywhere.”
A smile tugged at his mouth. “You haven’t looked away from my cock. How do you know?”
Her gaze shot to his face. “Sorry. I thought you might be…large, but that…” She pointed at his groin. “I’m a little intimidated.”
“It’s not Mount Everest.”
“It’s the mounting that worries me.” Her lips twitched.
His smile stretched wide. “You’re funny. That’s unexpected.”
“Only when I’m nervous. Maybe. I don’t know.” She groaned and shook her head. “Maybe I’m just funny to you because you know I don’t know where to start.”
Boone watched her, loving the way her gaze darted over his body, looking for just the right spot, but lingering again on his cock. Taking pity on her, he cleared his throat. “Run your hands over me, sweetheart. Begin at my shoulders. Straddle me if you like. Nothing will happen unless you do the mounting.”
She swallowed hard, the harsh sound impossible to miss. But then she lifted her chin and crawled closer. When she began to lift one thigh, she glanced away.
For a moment, he was tempted to follow her gaze. Then he realized she’d looked away because she’d hoped he’d do the same. She was clearly nervous about opening her legs and exposing herself.
“You know it’s very dark in here. I can barely see anything,” he murmured.
“Liar. But thanks.” She finished the movement, gasping as she fit her p-ssy against the length of his shaft and settled down. Her breasts shook with her quick breaths.
At her touch, his thigh muscle tightened. “You’re very wet, Ms. Floret,” he teased.
“Quiet. I’m nervous enough.”
Boone’s cock pulsed, and he clasped his fingers tighter.
She gasped, then blew out a stream of air.
Good Lord, she better move, and soon. “You have me at your mercy,” he said, in the way of encouragement.
“Why do I suddenly think I’m doing exactly what you wanted me to do?”
“Your slick p-ssy is pressed against me, but not embedded. Do you really think that’s what I want?” His pulse pounded.
“I’m glad you can’t see how red my cheeks are right now. It’s not like I haven’t had sex before, but…” She bit her lip.
He shifted his thighs, juggling her a bit.
With another gasp, she clamped her hands on his chest.
“You could pleasure yourself. Use me,” he whispered, his voice like a caress.
“Maybe you could give me a few more hints.”
“Do you really need them?”
“Not really, but maybe you’re thinking of something other than what I am. I’m a little one-tracked right now.” Warm liquid spilled from inside her and she moaned, followed by a breathless laugh.
Her one-track was exactly in line with his. Relenting, he gave her another hint. “I’d love to feel your breasts against me.”
She gave a little nod, and then lowered her torso until hardened, beaded tips touched his chest. Her eyes slid closed, and she swayed slightly side to side, scraping them on his skin and tangling them in his chest hair.
“Do you know what I’d like to do with those pretty peaks?” he murmured, relieved she’d finally done something to get the action started.
“No,” she said, biting her lip and swaying again.
“I’d like to attach alligator clamps to the tips and tighten them, just enough to make you gasp.”
Her face was close enough, he saw her nose wrinkle. “Sounds painful.”
“It’s exquisite. Some women can come from just the pinch of the clamps tightening. Once they’re attached, I’d flick the tips with my tongue.”
Her breaths deepening, she swayed again. “My breasts might not be that attuned. That sensitive,” she said, dragging out the last word as she scraped them once more. She sighed and lowered again, mashing her firm globes against him. Her cheek slid alongside his, and her breaths rasped in his ear.
He undulated his hips, sliding his cock forward and back between her vaginal lips, rocking her gently.
“Maybe I could come just like this,” she said, her tone hopeful.
At her words, he rolled his eyes. His body wasn’t going to cooperate for very long. Her hot sex was spread, oozing honey he’d love to feel melting on his shaft. “If you lift up your hips, you could take me,” he whispered.
Her head lifted above his, and her mouth hovered over his lips. “But then the sex would all be over. And somehow, I suspect this is a pleasure you won’t be awarding me again, any time soon. This freedom.”
He drew a deep breath. “Smart girl.”
“Not a girl.” She licked his bottom lip, dragging off it and groaning, and then pressed her mouth firmly against his.
Boone shuddered beneath her, his control ready to snap. He nearly laughed at that realization because he wasn’t one to lose himself in sex. He prided himself on control, but there was something special about Tilly, something…innocently carnal about the way she approached making love with him. His restraint was fraying. Quickly. The moment her tongue entered his mouth, he pounced, sucking it inside, taking control of the kiss as he lifted his head and locked his mouth to hers.
He’d kissed a hundred girls. Probably more. He didn’t know, didn’t care. This kiss was hotter, purer. Her whimpers leaked into his mouth.
She drew back, her brows drawing together. “I didn’t know a kiss could be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like sex.”
“Kisses are sexy.”
“But they’re not…” She swallowed. “Dirty.”
His cock twitched. He dropped his head and clenched his fingers tighter. “Continue, Ms. Floret.”
Her thighs straightened, bracketing his, and she applied pressure, urging him to close them, which he did. Then she scooted down his body until her head was level with his chest.
Her hands molded his muscles. “They’re like thick slabs. Curved, but not like mine. Flatter, but thicker.” She dipped her head and touched one small nipple with the tip of her tongue, flicking it, and then she latched her lips around it and sucked, drawing off it then burrowing again, using both lips and teeth to pull it into a point.
Boone felt the sensual tug all the way to his groin.
She fingered the tip, glanced up to meet his gaze, and then moved to the other nipple, twisting the one she held as she sucked.
Her mouth pursed and drawing against his skin nearly broke his control again because he could easily imagine her mouth on his cock, pleasuring him with those strong pulls. “Tilly…sweetheart…”
“Mmmm?” She shook her head, dragging his nipple left then right.
The sting went straight to his balls, which were hard as stones and drawn up tight. His closed thighs felt like a vice clamping down on them. He growled a little.
She giggled, then moved lower, licking and nipping his ribs, her fingers trailing just behind, until she reached his belly button, which she rimmed lovingly over and over. The point of her tongue dove into the center and pressed.
His cock jerked against the center of her body. Boone gritted his teeth but remained silent, refrained from offering her suggestions because she was doing just fine without his guidance. His cock was so hard, so swollen with lust, he half feared he’d split the condom.
Again, she moved downward, raising her head and coming up on her arms as she stared at his cock. Her head was bent so he couldn’t see her expression and her hair tickled his pelvis.
“My balls,” he bit out, unable to endure another minute of pressure.
“Oh.” She leaned one way then the other as he parted his legs and let out a sigh at the relief from constriction. “Do they hurt?”
“Uh-huh.” Maybe she’d show a little mercy.
Her small hand slipped between his legs, and she cupped his balls. After a second, her head shot up. “Would you like me to lick them?”
He couldn’t get a word past his throat without first clearing it. “I want you to suck them.”
“Oh,” she said again, and took a deep breath before bending, one hand pushing against his cock, the other cradling his stones.
The moment her mouth opened and she took him inside, he let out a ferocious groan.
Her tongue laved them inside her mouth as her lips sucked.
His cock swelled again, and he knew he wouldn’t last a second longer if he didn’t take back control. “Enough,” he growled, holding his body rigid.
In an instant, her mouth disengaged, but she didn’t look up.
He sat up, gripped her shoulders, and pushed her away, then got his knees under himself. Without pausing, he pushed again, shoving her to her back. Her knees remained folded. He pressed them farther apart and crawled over her, not stopping until he had her body under his, his cock snug against her opening. He dipped his head, his mouth an inch from hers.
“Did I do it wrong?” she whispered, her eyebrows doing a teasing dance.
With one shake of his head, he tightened his jaw because every instinct screamed at him to plunge deep. But she’d been worried about his size, and he didn’t want this first time to be anything but pleasurable.
So he waited until he had his lust firmly under control, dragging in deep breaths. Only then did he reach down, spread her lips with his fingers and push his cock inside, just a couple inches, just far enough that her entrance swallowed his head. Her p-ssy tightened around him, clenching him, holding him there.
Her mouth was open, her breaths coming in jagged pants.
The excitement he heard heightened his lust. “I want to f*ck you, Tilly.”
“I want that too. God, I swear I do.”
He dropped his head, resting his forehead against hers. He settled his elbows on either side of her shoulders and cupped her face between his hands. “If I go too fast for you…”
“I’ll let you know,” she said, then closed her eyes. “Please, Boone. Please.”
With a gentle move, he flexed his hips and drove slowly inside, giving her shallow thrusts as he worked his way into her channel. She was hot and tight. So wet, he nearly groaned. Ripples were already massaging his shaft.
She was perfect. He was accustomed to noting the details, clicking off every sign of a woman’s arousal, but he couldn’t quite concentrate on her body’s reactions. His own pleasure was eclipsing his mind. He rocked his hips, churning into her sweet, wet cunt.
Boone rose on his arms, needing larger motions, needing to thrust deeper and deeper, because he couldn’t hold back a moment longer. He leaned on one hand and cupped her butt, bringing her closer, locking her against him as he powered into her.
Her legs straightened, toes curling. He wrapped his arm around one then the other, and shoved her thighs forward, pausing to kiss the inside of one knee, then powering harder into her.
Her head thrashed on the mattress, rocking side to side. Her mouth was open—breaths shortening and whimpers rising in tenor. She was close. He could feel the tension inside her body, the way her inner walls and succulent opening clamped around him.
Boone gasped and stroked harder, sweat rolling from his hair to drop on her chest and belly. He still wasn’t deep enough, not close enough. With a groan, he pulled free and sat back on his haunches. He patted his thighs and waited until she opened her eyes.
Unhesitating, Tilly clambered up and straddled him.
He reached down, planted his cock at her entrance, and then gripped her hips and forced her down.
Her head lolled back, but her knees scooted closer to his body. She began to rise and fall, her belly undulating, her thighs quivering. Her moans came fast, one on top of the other, and her soft hands squeezed his shoulders.
When next she rose, he dove toward her chest, latched on to a nipple, and bit it.
She screamed, her body shuddering hard, stiffening.
A wash of liquid heat coated his cock, and he groaned again, cupping her ass and urging her to move faster.
“Boone, Boone,” she chanted.
“Baby, come. Do it now,” he growled.
If she didn’t come quickly, he’d spend himself before she did. Not something he’d allow. He slipped a hand between them, slid a fingertip into the top of her folds, and toggled her *.
She keened, the sound broken by wild downward thrusts of her body.
Waiting, waiting, he ground his jaws together. But she bit his shoulder and his balls exploded, cum shooting through his cock in hot spurts. His fingers dug into her voluptuous ass and he pushed her down as he jerked upward, impaling her in strong, centered thrusts—stroke after blinding stroke until he was wrung out, his chest heaving and her body quaking, falling limply against him.
He thrust his hands deep into her hair and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was wet…ravenous. When their movements slowed, they drew back, breathing hard, staring into each other’s shadowed faces.
His fingers tugged her hair, and he bent to press his forehead against hers. “I’ll be in charge from here on out.”
“I think that’s best,” she whispered.
But he saw the white of her teeth as she smiled. “Minx, sleep.”
“You can manage single syllables. Can’t have been that good.”
His chest shook. Eight inches deep and he was laughing. Now, that was a first.
* * *
As he lifted her from his lap, Tilly felt as boneless as a rag doll. She was exhausted. Sated as she’d never been before. For now, she was content to let him take over and arrange her body.
He dragged her up the mattress, rolled her to her side, and spooned against her back, a thick arm resting in the curve of her waist. His hand slid under her head, and he placed his arm beneath her. His beefy bicep would be her pillow. Harder than she was accustomed to, but also reassuring. She sighed and snuggled against his heat.
“None of that,” he growled.
“Don’t worry. I have no further designs on your body.” A yawn threatened, but she swallowed it. “Can’t keep my eyes open anyway.”
“Might be fun to see if you’d wake up for your next orgasm.”
Liking the fact he felt comfortable enough to tease her, she smiled. “You’re teasin’, right?”
“Go to sleep, Tilly.”
“Yes, Boone.”
His hand smoothed over her hip then back up to her waist, over and over, lulling her into sleep. “Tilly?”
At his tone, her eyes blinked open, and her body stiffened. Was he going to ask? Please, no. I don’t want to lie to him.
His hand smoothed again, and he sighed. “Just sleep.”
She felt his disappointment. And the fact his breathing wasn’t that of a man relaxing meant he was still thinking. Now she couldn’t relax. “I guess I’m not used to sleepin’ with a man.” Not really a lie. A diversion, but true just the same.
“Glad to hear that,” he said, stroking her hair.
“Are you?”
“Am I used to sleeping with men?” he asked, laughter in his voice. “No.”
She sighed. “I wish you weren’t quite so…”
“What?” he asked, pressing a lingering kiss against her shoulder. “Intimidating?”
“Nice.”
“Tilly, I’m not nice.”
“I think you are. You’ve been nice to me. I know I sound like an idiot. Like I’m twelve years old. I do know you have reasons for hirin’ me, and I don’t want to hear what they are. But you didn’t have to be nice.” She released a sigh. “I would have slept with you anyway.”
“You’d have slept with someone you didn’t think was nice?”
“I’d have slept with you because I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
He was silent, his hand slowing on her hip.
Well, that felt awkward. She didn’t expect him to reciprocate. “Just thought you should know,” she mumbled. “You don’t have to keep bein’ nice. I’m not some wiltin’ Southern lily.”
“I’ll keep that under advisement.”
Another kiss landed on her shoulder, and she relaxed. Boone didn’t know it, but he was a nice man inside his hard-edged, calculating businessman exterior. He was a survivor and not likely to show anything he considered a weakness, especially toward someone he might consider an adversary.
And for all that she wished she weren’t, she was keeping something from him, something so vital he might not forgive her if he ever found out. Releasing a tired sigh, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, taking pleasure from the heat of his body and the measure of security he gave so effortlessly.
I’ll take care of you, Boone, if you let me. I’ll build those bridges between your world and mine. It was the least she owed him.