Wild West Hauntings, page 10
Once they’d reached their room, Damon turned on the television before heading to the shower. The local newscaster was forecasting the next day’s weather, as warnings of the severity of the night’s storm scrolled across the bottom of the screen.
Bristol changed into one of Damon’s cotton t-shirts, brushed her hair, and then plopped into the center of the bed. She arranged the pillows around her body for better comfort and then couldn’t help it when she glanced at the nightstand holding all the naughty toys her man gifted to her that she’d stowed away earlier in the day.
Don’t look.
Her inner diva didn’t like those two words and whispered back, “You know you want to try on the vibrating undies. You’ve been thinking about them all damned day. Go for it, girl. They won’t hurt Junior.”
Excitement sifted through her veins. A little look wouldn’t hurt.
So without further reflection on the matter, she leaned over and slid the drawer open. The toys were just as she’d left them. The butt plug rested on top of all the other goodies.
No. I can’t. I shouldn’t. Quickly she pushed the drawer closed.
And then that damned inner diva spoke again. “Marianne would. You know she’d put them on and give Damon an eye and ear full.”
Sanctimonious bitch! Her inner diva wasn’t playing fair tonight. But, she was right.
She had the drawer opened, the underwear removed from the package, and in her hand before her subconscious could make another snarky remark. They were pink lace, bikini cut, with a small flat metal cylinder hidden within satin material and situated for clitoral and vaginal stimulation.
Curious, she slid an open palm against the crotch of the panty and then turned the remote to low. A slow vibration moved against her palm, it was a very soft tickle that felt like feathers touching her skin.
This isn’t so bad.
A little bit of a naughty streak surfaced in her, and she glanced at the bathroom door to see if Damon might be exiting soon, but the shower still ran. He belted some ridiculous song off key, so she knew he’d be in there for a bit longer. He’d always harnessed his Keith Urban persona while in the shower, a sign she knew from past experience that he’d be taking a nice long one. He’d be in there at least until the water ran from hot to cold, forcing him to stow away his songs, dry and dress.
Without hesitation she clicked the lever to medium, and the vibrations kicked up a notch.
Nice.
Yes, she needed to slip the babies on.
She was one leg into her mission when the shower stopped. “I’ll be out in a second.” Damon’s voice echoed from behind the partially closed door.
A naughty streak sent warmth through her body, and she yelled back to him with excitement, “And I’ll be ready with a surprise.”
Obviously his curiosity couldn’t wait. The bathroom door creaked open further. “Really?” Hope was strewn deeply in his tone.
Not wanting him to come bolting out of the bathroom, she yelled back to him, “Yes. Now, give me a few minutes.” Of course her knowledge of Damon guaranteed he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“From the toys?” he questioned.
Working in record time—with her current problem of maneuvering around her very swollen belly—she’d managed to slide off the panties she wore and slipped on the power operated pink satin pair. “Yes honey. I’ve pulled something from the toy drawer.”
A deep playful growl sounded behind the door. “Excellent. I can’t wait. I’ll be out very soon,” Damon promised and fully closed the bathroom door.
Let’s just hope I’m ready.
The panty fit wasn’t perfect, but she really needed to give herself a break. She was pregnant after all. With the vibrating mechanism against her sex, she reclined back on the bed and waited for her man to emerge but not before taking a peek at her reflection in the full-length brass mirror at the end of their bed. She pulled her long black curls to the front of her body against her chest in the hopes of achieving a bedroom look, and then pinched her cheeks for color. He’d taken a little longer than he’d predicted, so she took the opportunity to re-position her body twice into what she’d hoped to be considered sexy stances, but hell, very pregnant does not a sexy stance make.
She was so busy with her mental bantering she hadn’t noticed when Damon came out of the bathroom. But, there he was standing in front of her wearing only a black terry cloth robe, which was slightly opened revealing a glimpse of his perfectly muscled chest and long lean legs. His slightly damp, golden-streaked hair fanned around his neck, making him look all the more luscious.
Overwhelmed by the hotness of her man, Bristol managed to swallow against the desire she’d been keeping at bay long enough to squeak out a compliment. “You look great.”
“It’s all for you, baby.” Without any preamble he slid the robe off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor revealing the rigid flesh between his legs.
The desire to have him inside her was unbearable. She downright itched for him. She sure hoped she wasn’t drooling. The massive saliva in her mouth warned her that if she didn’t swallow it she soon would be drooling all over the place.
Screw the poltergeist stuff. Damon was right. It was all a bunch of hooey—some bad ghost coming in and messing with them. Yeah, right. There was no way the beautiful act of lovemaking could bring on something so heinous. She wanted her soon-to-be husband with all her heart and nothing was going to stop her from having him.
Without taking his gaze away from hers, he straddled her body. On the cusp of her small moan he reached down and pulled her hand into his. Giving her a devil-be-damned grin, he kissed her knuckles and then placed her hand against his stiff cock.
“I don’t think a hand-job will hurt the baby.” His tone crossed between a question and a plead. “Do you?”
A simple hand-job wasn’t going to cut it tonight. But, tasting him, that’s what she wanted. She glanced at the dark patch between his legs, and groaned as he moved across her thighs in a teasing gesture.
“Are you going to keep fucking me with your eyes?” He caressed her jaw, his words lingered.
Yep, that’s exactly was she was doing.
“I’d like to fuck you with my mouth.” He ran a finger across her lips, and she kissed his hand. “Badly.”
His light blue eyes sparkled with wicked lust. “Oh sweet Bristol, do you want to suck my cock?”
She nodded never once glancing away from his captivating pools of blue.
He leaned down until their noses touched. “Although I’m good at reading you, darlin’, not this time. If sucking me off is what you want, then tell me you want to.”
“I want to. Badly.”
A lustful slightly amusing look changed his expression. “Then say the words.”
Say the words? Dang, she was ready to sing it from the rooftop in all her pregnant glory. Ready, willing and able for him to bring it on! Knowing how much he loved to hear her talk dirty during sex—she’d noticed that he loved to hear the words and watch the act—she replied in her sexy kitten voice, “I want to suck your big, thick, magnificent cock until you come in my mouth.”
He paused for a heartbeat, the yearning in his eyes practically blinding her. The edges of his lips quirked up in a grin. “Mmmmm. I want that, too.” He touched her cheek and then traced an imaginary line to her breast. He slid his hands under the t-shirt she wore, and once he’d found her nipple, he tweaked it between his skillful fingers until it hardened and elongated. “Put your hands above your head and grasp the headboard.”
Swiftly overcome with another wave of fierce longing, she did as he asked. It was actually quite easy to hold the headboard because the center had a carved out area making it simple for her to reach and grasp the slats. He didn’t waste any time retrieving two black silk scarves from the toy drawer.
With his determination mode in high gear, he bent down and kissed her nose before he set to the task of wrapping the scarves around each one of her wrists and then through the open slat securing the material in place with one tight knot.
Once he’d finished, he tugged on the scarves. “You’re trussed up very nicely. How do they feel?”
“Snug.” Vulnerability seeped deep into her pores every time Damon bound her like this. She pulled slightly against her restraints, and true to past experiences they didn’t budge. “Very snug,” she added a second later. “You’re really good at this tying up stuff.”
“I’m a cowboy, darlin’. It’s in my genes.”
The satisfaction in her man’s handiwork was written all over his face. He gave her bound wrists a final quick glance before he straddled her body over the apex of her thighs. “Mmmm…” A lustful, proud-eyed gaze raked her. “I do believe we need to remove your top.”
In total agreement, she went to open her mouth when the sound of cotton ripping from her body confirmed that he owed her another nightshirt. Well, it was his t-shirt after all, so he’d need to replace the piece of his own wardrobe.
The feel of the cool crisp air in the room teased her skin and sent both of her nipples into erection status. “Oh … my.”
Her man let go of a throaty sigh. “We needed to get you out of that shirt. And to untie you, not an option.”
She laughed. “It’s okay. It’s your shirt.”
Damon raised a playful brow. “You wicked, wicked woman. Perhaps I need to keep better tabs on my clothes.”
Slowly, very slowly Damon moved over her body, allowing special care with her when he’d crawled over her baby bump. He caressed her stomach and then fanned his fingers against the flesh before giving their baby a gentle kiss.
To both their surprise the baby had rolled from one side of her stomach to the other side, the indentation to her belly sending a flutter through her body as well as a smile across Damon’s face.
Her soon-to-be husband’s eyes had lit up with loving mirth and reliving the moment one more time, Bristol smiled as the words he’d said to their boy just a few minutes ago sounded in her head once more. “My sweet boy. We love you so much. Now, close your eyes. Mommy and I have unfinished business to take care of.”
“Penny for your thoughts.” Damon’s words pulled her back from inside her head.
“Just thinking how lucky I am. How awesome a human being you are.”
“Thank you.” He straddled her chest, his knees enveloped her neck and the tip of his cock touched her lips. He rotated his hips just enough for his cock to tickle her mouth. “I’m ready for my sucking, darlin’.”
So was she.
Very ready to do the deed.
“Open your mouth,” the wildly erotic man ordered.
She did.
“Wider.” His tone was so forceful and bossy it made the desire in her to open her mouth to the size of the Grand Canyon if possible.
“Much better,” he whispered and then thrust his cock into her moist mouth the fullness of his manhood filling her completely. Temporary insanity could be the only reason she’d waited this long to suck him. Instinct caused her to reach for him in which case she was instantly reminded of being bound. So instead, she went for the next best thing and lifted her head and shoulders from the bed as she moved him in and out of her mouth.
“Mmm … that a girl.”
She glanced up at him and the sexual satisfaction in his gaze made her body tingle in a foreign and wicked way propelling her to suck him harder and faster. With her own libido climbing, she reveled in the sparks, the sexual fireworks building between them.
Damon ran a hand through her hair and then gently pulled himself from her mouth. “Your tits need sucking, fondling and fucking.”
Again, it wasn’t a question.
It was her man’s desire, plain and simple.
Slowly, like a beautiful predator, he crawled off her body and snuggled beside her. What a perfect specimen of a man. Who’d have thought she’d have fallen so fast and so hard for a cowboy? Life was funny that way. She’d thought she’d never find love again, after the heartbreak with John. Sometimes it was still painful for her to think about her time with her ex simply because she knew deep down inside that he was gay before she’d married him, but with the closeness of their friendship through the years she’d been sure she could make him love her in that way.
It wasn’t until Damon pointed out the simple truths about the relationship that she shared with John she was able to forgive and move forward.
“I am the luckiest woman in the world. Being with you and having your child is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.” Her words stuck in her throat, stopped by the emotions swelling through her veins.
“Ah baby. I’m the lucky one.” His kissed her shoulder, his lips warm against her sensitized skin. A few seconds of exquisite bliss later, he cupped her breast and squeezed the nipple between his thumb and index finger until it was beyond sensitive and elongated from his skillful ministrations.
“They’re happy to see me, Bristol.”
Understatement.
Her tits felt so good beneath his deft fingers. So good, she felt like singing his nipple pleasure tactics from the highest mountaintops. But instead she moaned loudly, forsaking all ladylike manners. “Ah … mmm … yes, more.”
His mouth on her nipple made every nerve in her body not already dancing to Fosse’s ‘Chorus Line’ spring to attention.
In response to her continued moaning, he pulled harder on the delicate bud that he’d secured between his teeth, and with the other hand, he massaged the other breast.
“Yes, ah … suck it.”
A muffled chuckle left his throat before he popped her nipple from his mouth. “You’re so eloquent with the English language this evening.”
What? Oh, yeah, funny man. “You’re killing me here. I’m lucky I can form words. Period.”
He hadn’t shown her any reprieve. As soon as he stopped sucking her nipple, he moved his free hand to the breast. Damon kept on squeezing and rubbing, and if he didn’t slow down soon, she was no doubt going to come.
“Actually, I kind of like you speechless.” He nuzzled against her neck. “Come to think of it, I’m going to make you babble incoherently in my honor a little more this evening.” His glance at the remote on the nightstand followed by his perusal of her underwear stretched a smile across he ruggedly sexy face. “Nice panties. How about you take them for a ride.”
Oh shit. She’d forgotten about the panties.
A second later a low humming voice sounded, and another moment later the snug material against her pussy started to dance. The whimper hadn’t had time to escape her lips because Damon pushed her tits together and then devoured them with both his hands and mouth.
Sucking.
Biting.
Driving her to the brink of sexual insanity.
As the stimulation to her clit took center stage, it pushed her body to the bucking stage. She domed her lower body off the bed, sucked in a ragged breath and then pulled against the wrist restraints.
“Easy baby,” her man whispered against her breasts. “We don’t want your impending orgasm sending you into pre-mature labor.” He released her breasts from his hold and gazed up at her. “Or, do we?”
It was an enticing thought. But no, she wanted to be married first. The last thing she wanted was for their son to be born a bastard. No doubt someone—of course Marianne’s image came into focus—would have a field day with that fact.
But on second thought it sure would feel good getting the baby out.
And … she could then wear the dress she wanted to wear to marry Damon. Instead of the one she’d be wearing, whichever that one turned out to be. She still had to receive the new selection from Roxy.
“I want to be your wife before he’s born. Even though your question is tempting, I want to be Mrs. Damon Dougan, before—”
Her words cut short from the numbness between her legs. The panties were doing their job. Oh so well.
“Before what?” Damon asked.
“Later. Oh…” She spread her legs in response to the fantastic sensations moving through her body, the ones slowly tightening every muscle below her waist. Her climb had started. The peak was in view.
As soon as her legs had spread, Damon slid his hand inside her panties and touched the moisture between her legs. “Time for a little increase in speed.”
He turned the lever once. The stimulation went from simple mind-blowing to out-of-this-fucking-world mind blowing.
“Oh… Oh… I… I…”
“I know baby. Let it go. Give it to me. Come for me.”
The intense waves of her ecstasy crashed through her body, and she came, the spasms splitting her orgasm wide open.
“That’s my girl.”
Damon’s words attached to her heart, sending her body to the arched position once more.
She wanted him.
Wanted him inside her.
Desperately.
“I want you in my mouth. Now.” She tried to be bold, bossy, forceful, but since the words came out in a whisper, she hoped he’d honor her cracked command. Soon.
He slid the vibrating panty control into the off position. He moved to straddle her body above the waist once more. “Do you now?”
Energy continued to flow between them, and when he looked at her with need, desire and love radiating in his gaze, and then ran a finger across her lips ever so gently, she wanted to suck him until he emptied every bit of his salty liquid down her throat. “I’ll pull out, baby,” he informed.
No you won’t.
All of the emotions that had her body, mind, and soul wrapped up in his sweet perfection wanted him to push her cock into her mouth. “No, I want to taste you.”
With a throaty sigh, he rubbed his cock against her lips. “As you wish, beautiful.”
And with those sweet words, she opened her mouth wide and accepted all of him.
His length filled her mouth completely. The feeling of his cock as it continued to stretch to its full capacity along with the excitement coiling deep in her gut as the tip touched her throat, almost made her come.
Slowly, he moved his hips back and forth pushing his cock in and out of her mouth with careful precision. “Mmm … your mouth is magical.”
