Do Him Right (4 page)

She stilled his hands with her own. Being bold with a man
was a new tactic for her, but with him, she had few qualms. And lots of needs. “Let
me do this.”

He grinned, his generous mouth turned up in glee. “Be my
guest.”

She kissed him fast then wriggled sideways to stand on
unsteady legs. Naked from the waist up, she raised her arms and arched upward
then turned to let him view her from the side.

He narrowed his eyes, his breath heavy. “You’d better hurry,
darlin’ because my patience is always very thin.”

Oh, she knew that for certain, didn’t she?

“Mmm. I hear you,” she whispered and turned so that she
unbuttoned her skirt, unzipped it then faced him once more to let the things
shimmy down her hips. And with each inch the skirt dropped, so did his eyes.
Better than any plan, the damn fabric caught at the jut of one hip bone and
gaped open at the seam of her mons. She smelled her own fragrance, and her need
for him escalated to a fever pitch. Sex had been such a luscious event with
this man, and she wanted to ensure it was again, so she tilted her hips up
toward him and asked, “When I take this off, will you lick me again?”

He growled. “All you want.” He waggled a finger at her. “Take
it down, baby. Now.”

She couldn’t have rehearsed it better so that when she
shifted her hips once more, her skirt slowly slid to the floor in a sinuous
whoosh. Hands still above her head, she just stood there and let him look his
all.

He rose, never taking his eyes from hers, and stalked her
around the bed like a mean male animal. Then, just when she would have thought
he’d embrace her, he sank to his knees and kissed her bush then blew small
puffs of air against her slick, wanting flesh. “I’m going to eat this pussy
like no one ever has.”

“No one,” she told him, barely making a sound, “ever has.”

He smiled against her lower belly. “Just me, then.” He ran
one finger along her seam so lightly she whimpered at his touch. “Only me.
Spread your legs, darlin’.”

She gulped, did as he ordered, and he buried his lips in her
curls.

“Ah, you smell so good. I’m going to wear your honey scent
for days after I eat you. You know that?”

“Oh yes, please!” She put her hands to his shoulders to
support herself. “I want to smell myself on you.”

“Christ, what a cat you are.” He hummed as he fingered her
labia open. “You have the plumpest lips. I’m going to suck them hard and make
them flood for me.”

“Hurry!” Her legs began to buckle.

“I’ve got you, Shana, baby.” He backed her up to the cool
wall, rolled open her labia and sent his tongue inside in one sweep of her
clit. “Swollen for me, isn’t it?”

She quivered.

He clutched one thigh. “Open wider for me.”

She complied. “I can’t stand.”

“‘Course you can, cuz I’m having you this way.” And did he.
With dexterous care, he held her lips open to his seeking tongue. Darting
around her clit, he flicked her nub with butterfly whisks then licked the tip
as she ground her teeth, her arms bracketed against the wall, her hips tilted
to his mouth. He sent one thick finger up inside her cunt. Growling, he curled
it inside her as he laved one lip, sucking up her juices, and moved to bathe
the other with his ministrations.

“I’m going to come, Chet. Don’t want to…without you.”

He paused and spoke against her lower belly. “Hold on,
honey. There’s more to come. Feel this.”

She bit her lip and whimpered as he shot another finger up
inside her and stroked a fiercely needy spot.

“Hot baby,” he crooned as he kissed her clit. “Want a piece
of me?”

“Yes!” she demanded, thinking he meant to let her lie down
and fuck her to her heart’s delight. But instead, he rose, his lips coated with
her essence, and kissed her as he began to tear off his clothes and toe off his
shoes. She’d felt the power of his arms, and the strength of his embrace.
Standing against him there, she rubbed herself across his naked torso as she
helped him work at his belt buckle and jeans. “How?”

He cupped her face and spoke on her mouth. “Ever sucked a
man?”

Her expression of wonder must have answered for her.

“Can I?” Her fingers found his steely cock and thrilled to
his length and his heat.

“I’m yours,” he whispered.

She sank to her knees. He was beautiful. Huge. His bluish
head dripping pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around him. Even in her dreams, she’d
never had the imagination to plan loving him like this. God knew she didn’t
have the experience. Only instinct.

So she went with it. Sinking her mouth over his thick penis,
she tasted his silken skin and smelled his desire. Her channel throbbed and her
thighs became drenched in her own fluid delight. She pulled away then ran her
tongue along the length of his shaft. She heard him grunt, felt him brace
himself against the wall with one hand, the other to her hair.

“More, baby. Do it to me again.”

Knowing now that he loved it, she began a rhythmic caress of
her tongue along his length and shifted to take the whole of him into her
mouth. Listening to him growl, she wiggled closer to him and took him with sure
pressure until he caught her under her arms and lifted her. “No more. You’re
too good. You’re gonna make me come.”

She laughed in triumph.

He caught her to him, twirled and laid her on his bed. “Hold
that pose.” He rose and went through one door, opened what sounded like a
cabinet and came back with a box of condoms. Tearing at the seal on the new
box, he dumped them out on the floor. Bending, he grabbed one, ripped it open
and rolled it on in two deft strokes. He climbed back up to hover over her,
just like in her dreams of him, and his cock nestled near her ravenous pussy.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered how she needed him. “Now,
Chet.”

He sank inside her in one long, searing glide. She thrashed
her head at the size of him.

“You are so wonderful,” she praised him, awed that this man
was so virile yet so tender with her.

He tipped up her chin. “You are the one who’s better than
any fantasy I’ve ever had. Let me show you,” he crooned as he gripped her hips
and plunged over and over again into her with the determined drive of an
athletic man. She went with his possession, fingers fisted in his coverlet,
hips up and rocking with his demanding thrusts, mouth open in silent screams of
potent pulsing waves. Once again, like their first mating, this tumult broke
fast and furious, Shana coming first and Chet tumbling close behind her.

Melting over her, he cradled her close, kissed her ear and
her throat. “I don’t know if I can let you go long enough to make lunch.”

She chuckled, rolling up her hips to feel the delicious
length of his cock still filling her. “Gotta have some energy to do this again.”

He propped himself on his elbows, his fingers combing her
hair back from her cheeks. “I don’t take women to bed first thing after I meet
them.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

“I don’t bring them home either.”

“And I haven’t had a lot of affairs. Not even a lot of bed
partners.” She had to make him see he was so special to her.

“I gathered that. Not knowing any guys who cook. Or any who’ve
loved you well here.” His hand drifted down her tummy to her mons.

“And not knowing how to make love to a man with my mouth.”
She looked away, too shy to discuss intimate sex, even though today, with him,
she’d had the most fulfilling orgasms of her life.

With insistent fingers to her chin, he drew her face to look
at him and winked at her. “You did just fine, darlin’. Better than.” He
grinned.

She beamed at him. “I thought so.”

“I know so.” He hugged her close. He shifted up, letting her
feel how erect his penis remained. “This is what we’re going to do. I get up
and go to the kitchen. Make you that steak. You go in there,” he indicated the
bathroom, “and take a shower. I don’t have anything fancy in there. No hair
dryer.”

She inhaled, tickled that this was proof he really didn’t
make it a practice to bring women home with him. “I can manage.” She squeezed
his penis in her swollen channel. “But I’ll feel so empty.”

He grunted. “Aw, honey, you’re making this hell to leave
you. But you can bet I’ll be back. Tell me you want me back.”

She met his challenge with one of her own. “I want you back
often
.”
Because you are so much better than any lover I ever imagined.

“Well, then, darlin’, you have got yourself one hot and
horny man.” He pulled out of her, gave her a hand up and spun her toward the
bathroom. “Help yourself to clean towels in the closet and my robe, if you
want. Come out to the kitchen. We’ll eat then go meet the president of the
rodeo corporation.”

Stunned back to the reality of dealing with business, she
stepped away from him. She tried to smile and pretend she didn’t have to face
any of the personal and professional problems she’d created for herself.
Because
I care for this man. This real, live, caring, tender man.

He didn’t detect her change in mood but swept his eyes down
her naked body. “Get in there before I change my mind and rope you to this bed.”

Feigning impishness, she danced backward and batted her
lashes at him. “Why, Mr. Stapleton, what a swell idea!”

She had to dart inside the bathroom to escape his reach.

Escaping herself was impossible. Her initial fear that Chet
might know who she really was had morphed into a bigger one. Now that she was
going to help him professionally, sleeping with him was such a bad idea.
Letting him love her, letting herself fall into bed with him, she had learned
there was so much to this man that she hadn’t dreamed. Couldn’t dream.

She looked at her reflection in his huge bathroom mirror.
This afternoon, she’d been naked before him, except for her lack of courage.
Her lack of honesty.

She had to tell him.

Come clean.

Argh!
She ground her teeth at the bad analogy then
she stepped into his shower and drowned herself in shampoo, soap and
recriminations. She washed her hair, vowing she would call Jeff first thing
after this and tell him what she’d done. He wouldn’t be happy. Far from it. He
had a temper. A huge one. One he’d never used on her, but now, he certainly
might. To some extent, she wouldn’t blame him.

She washed her body, silently repeating a mantra that she
wouldn’t make Chet any promises on any of the big-ticket projects. Vendor costs
were so unpredictable.

She laved her breasts and arched at the sensitivity of her
nipples. The nubby texture of the washcloth made her moan and remember the way
Chet sucked her areolas into his warm, wonderful mouth. She fingered her belly
ring and simulated how he had caressed her all the way to her pussy. Throbbing
with renewed need, she delved inside her folds, and the satin of her labia, so
swollen still, made her groan. She needed Chet, this lover who was so mature,
kind, rational. The man who did not resemble at all the erratic one she had
written about four years ago. This man who had seized her body in a sinuous,
sexual mating was tender and considerate.

“I love how you touch yourself.” His sonorous voice fell
around her as he entered the shower, put two strong arms around her and pulled
her back against him. He nuzzled her ear. “Is all that because of me?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered as he took the cloth from her and
began to wash her nipples with a deft, circular motion. “I can’t get you out of
my mind.”

Grunting, he washed her navel and her pubic hair in soothing
whirls. To give him greater access, she tilted her hips up, and he delved
between her heavy labia to wash every tiny fold and tantalize her more.

“That’s torture,” she told him.

“Yeah, baby, I hear you. For me too.” He turned her around,
dropped the washcloth and sank to his knees. He put his mouth to her seam. “I
know how to give you some sweet relief.”

She braced herself, hands to his shoulders. “Chet, loving
you so often is so wicked.”

He rolled her open and tongued her begging little clit. “Pretty
Shana. I’m gonna show you the real meaning of wicked,” he spoke against her
oversensitive flesh and made her cry out in rough need. He nibbled on her
bundle of nerves, sent two fingers high up inside her channel and pumped her so
that she trembled in his arms. His other hand was on her ass cheek and his
thumb caressed her small dark hole.

She gasped.

“Easy, darlin’. I’d never hurt you.” To prove it, he used
water from the shower and cream from her cunt to massage her and test her tiny
passage, until he inserted the tip of one finger.

She bucked.

He licked her clit. “What do you think?”

“I want more.” She pushed her mound against his mouth, the
spray of water from the shower tingling her skin, his lips electrifying her
cunt and his finger invading her tight, virgin ass.

“You got it, baby.” He sent his finger higher inside and
pumped her in tiny strokes. “We’re gonna make you happy you let me in here.” He
blew on her clit and withdrew his finger from her ass. “Come let me fuck you on
the floor.”

“But, but I want more of that,” she cried, fascinated and
frantic to have him plunging once more into her dark recess.

“We’re gonna go slowly there, darlin’.” He helped her step
carefully from the shower then wrapped her in huge soft towel and tugged her to
the floor. On top of a fluffy, white rug, he spread her out wide, knees up,
feet flat to the floor. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed at her naked flesh.
“Your folds are so red and slick. Man, do I love the way you want me. No, no.
Don’t clamp your legs together. This lovely kitty is mine, isn’t it?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“Gonna show you such a good time, Shana, you won’t ever want
another man inside this hot little cunt.”