Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 17
Harley wouldn’t shut her eyes, even though what Beau was doing made her want to revel in the joy he was bestowing. No, she wanted to remember – every second – exactly who was touching her. If she could ingrain that reality in her mind and heart, maybe everything would be different. “Your hands are making magic on my skin,” she murmured. “Could you – please?” Arching her back, she offered him everything.
Not plain enough – he needed a specific request. He didn’t dare make a mistake. “What do you want, Doll? I’ll give you anything, but you have to ask. I can’t risk misreading you, this is too important.”
“It’s hard to ask,” her voice sounded almost near to tears. “I’m afraid you’ll tell me ‘no’.”
Beau stopped his sensual assault, “Try me,” he challenged her. “I can promise you it would be next to impossible for me to deny you anything. Honey, if you asked me for the world, somehow I’d get it.”
“I need – I wish – please touch and kiss my nipples?” The look on her face was so hesitant – so unsure. How could she doubt her attraction so much?
“My pleasure, Precious – my pleasure.” Going down on one elbow next to her, he lay down beside her. “Can I come back down here with you?” She pressed her hand to his chest. “Give me some sugar, Bele.”
Bele, she recognized the Cajun word for beautiful and in that moment, she felt beautiful.
He bent closer, and she could feel his breath on her cheek. Harley’s heart was pounding when he finally settled his mouth on hers and nudged her lips open with his tongue. Oh, he tasted so good. Gone were the bad memories – Fox and Pell didn’t exist. When he dipped his tongue in her mouth, she began to kiss him passionately, pushing her body against him, their tongues mating. Taking heart, he made a bold move. As if approaching the gates of paradise, he swept one hand from knee to thigh, stroking – barely grazing over her mound.
“Hmmmmm,” she gave him her approval. “Nipples, Beau,” she reminded him and he chuckled.
“No way I’ve forgotten – I’m just stoking the fire.”
Brushing the underside of her breast, he made his move, running his fingertips over one nipple. When it hardened instantly, Beau knew she was aroused. And when she arched her back he thanked heavens that her trust in him could overcome her fear. “Feels so good,” Harley pressed herself against his hand. So he gave her what he thought she needed – he began to tease the nipple, working it between his thumb and first finger - rubbing it tenderly and then giving it a gentle pinch.
A haze of pleasure fogged her mind. She was responding to Beau – her pussy muscles were closing on nothing and she had never felt so empty in her life. For the first time, she craved a man’s touch. Pushing her body closer, she moaned softly as she felt him find her other breast and begin to squeeze the nipple with a milking motion. “Oh Lord, Beau, I never knew it could be like this.”
“Me either,” he whispered as his mouth moved down her body. Kissing her neck, he let his lips graze over her collarbone and the top of her breast. For just a second he hesitated – “Can I?”
“If you don’t, I might faint.”
Beau was surprised to find he was shaking. God, he wanted her so much. Just having her in his arms was paradise. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in her heat, but right now he had to think of her. She was in his arms and that was all that mattered, the rest would come. Glancing up at her face, he made sure she was still with him before his tongue darted out and lapped at the flesh right next to her areola several times. When she moved her body toward him – just a little bit, a tiny push – he covered her nipple with his mouth, latching on to it with his lips. Shit, this was good – having his mouth on her was the hottest thing he had ever done. Beau felt like a horny teenager. And her reaction was so total, so complete, he was entranced. Harley probably didn’t realize the hungry little sounds she was making or the fact that she had wrapped her leg over his hip and was pushing her pussy right into his groin. For a moment, he just buried his head in her cleavage and relished the moment.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned and he had to laugh.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Renewing his commitment to suckling her tit, he opened his mouth wide, like he was enveloping an ice cream cone. Using the flat of his tongue, he worked the nipple as he pulled on the entire areola. Against his tongue, her nipple hardened further and he scraped it with his teeth – gently. Molding her tit, shaping and kneading it, he worshiped his Nada.
“Beau-ray, I feel desperate,” she whispered as she pumped her hips into him. Knowing what she needed he kept nursing and slid a hand down her body. All he had to do was dip his fingers into her pussy – once – it was a simple graze to her clit and she shattered in his arms. As he cupped her vulva, her whole body began to convulse. Bo raised his head and captured her mouth, wanting to share this moment in every way that he could. She whimpered and mewled and kissed – all the while, her body jerked and convulsed against him. Beau found her response to him irresistible. His whole body rejoiced in her orgasm, so much that he joined her in the party. Without a single touch - it was a first for him, but Beaureguarde LeBlanc jetted his cum all over Harley’s belly and thighs. Hell! “Damn,” he whispered, regret clear in his tone.
Harley fizzled and sparkled. She clung to Beau’s shoulders and realized what it was like to leave one’s body in rapture. Nothing was penetrating her euphoria till he whispered the one word of remorse. Disgust literally dripped from the single syllable. Pushing back from him, she tried to move. “I’m sorry.” The sudden awareness of his disapproval appalled her. “I couldn’t help it, I didn’t mean to. . . ” It was happening again with Beau. “Excuse me, please. I need to leave.” Again, she tried to extricate herself – but she didn’t get very far.
For a moment, Beau didn’t understand what was going on. He had cum so hard his head had almost exploded. Thinking clearly wasn’t easy – but when he understood, he latched on to her like a vise. “Not on your life, Nada.”
“It’s okay, Beau, I just need to get up.”
His body was blocking the light. Reading her expression might be difficult, but the quaver in her voice was unmistakable. She thought he regretted what had happened. Hell, no. “Don’t you feel it? I came all over you, Baby. I messed us both up good. That’s what I was carrying on about.” He settled his lower body on hers. He’d have to clean them both up, but that was okay. Teaching her this lesson was far more important. “Now we’ll just get stuck together,” he rubbed his face against hers and whispered. “I loved how you came, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. You just exploded and all I did was suck on your beautiful tits and finger your pussy for just barely a second. It makes me happy how you respond to me so completely.”
She studied his face, needing to be sure. “When you touched me, it didn’t remind you of – the rapes?” All she could think of was strength. With one move, Beau rose over her. He held himself up like he was doing push-ups on top of her.
“Hell, no. What kind of a question is that?” Harley bit her lip; she looked like she was about to cry. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, hoarsely.
“No, that’s not it.” Her voice trembled. With an economy of movement, Beau pushed himself to his feet and gathered her up in his arms. “Where are we going?” she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“To the bathroom to get cleaned up; I’m going to wash away all your cares and woes. And get my mess off the both of us. Now smile.” He pitched her up in the air, making her giggle a little.
Really, this was extraordinary. Her Beau was carrying her to the bathroom. When he stood her down and began to ready the shower, all she could think about was the last time they had been like this – when he had cleaned her up after Pell had beat her. As he adjusted the temperature and gathered up a towel, she couldn’t help but look at him. He was truly magnificent. His body was broad and strong and if any man in the world could be described as ripped, it was him. Beau was muscle bound, not the pretty-boy muscles of a gym junkie, but the real deal, life-lived on the edge – wrestling alligators type of strength. Unbidden, her eyes gravitated to his manhood. It had only been minutes ago that he had had an orgasm, yet he was already big and hard. Wow.
“If you keep looking at me like that, it’s gonna happen again. You’ll have my cock erupting as regular as clockwork – just like that Old Faithful geyser.”
Averting her eyes, she blushed. “Sorry.”
“Ah, Cher – don’t be sorry,” he took her hand and pulled her under the spray. The warmth of the water was soothing, but she couldn’t relax. After all, she was naked in the shower with a handsome virile man. Actually she didn’t know what to do with her hands – so she put them behind her. What she wanted to do was run them over his body. He had a light furring of hair on his chest and when it became damp from the spray, she had an incredible urge to lick the droplets from his skin. She waited – tense with excitement, to see what he would do. Her body was reacting to his nearness. Harley could feel her nipples harden. Being here with him like this was almost more than she could comprehend. Instead of using a washcloth, he squeezed soap in his hands and rubbed them together. They gazed at one another. He smiled – a heart-stopping smile. That dimple that she loved so well was right there in front of her and she couldn’t resist standing on tiptoe and kissing it. “Are you trying to kill me, Girl?” Gently but surely, he pushed her back against the shower wall and kissed her with pent-up passion. As he ate at her mouth, he soaped her body, he hands moving feverishly over her flesh.
Harley wanted in on the act. She didn’t have any soap, but she began touching his body. “This is so unreal,” she mused as he bit at the side of her neck. Beau didn’t just kiss; he put his whole body into it. And Harley was turned on, she felt like she was truly alive for the first time in her life. As he sucked at her lips, he took her nipples and began massaging them until she couldn’t be still.
“Want more?” he asked harshly.
“Yes,” she moaned. All thought fled, there was only sensation. Harley was stunned when he went to his knees at her feet.
“Here, let me,” he picked up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder and steadied her until she got the other one in place. My God! While she leaned back against the wall, he had his head buried in her pussy. And what he was doing to her! Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for what she was feeling. His mouth was very talented. Beau licked her vagina from stem to stern, delving his tongue deep into her channel and chewing on her nether lips until Harley was mindless with pleasure.
“God Beau, I don’t think I will survive this,” she panted. Beau smiled around her clit. She tasted like pure happiness to him. Lord, he was lovin on his baby. Could it get any better than this? Oh yeah - - his cock reminded him, it could get better. She was holding his head in her hands and rubbing his scalp, tangling her fingers in his hair. Steady, LeBlanc – don’t embarrass yourself twice in one day.
“Oh Baby, don’t stop – don’t stop, don’t ever stop! I’m cumming again,” she wailed and pushed forward so hard into his face that he had to brace himself. Sweet Jesus! Harley exploded and when she did, she spurted her cream all over his face. Supreme satisfaction flooded Beau – it was going to be all right. Everything would be all right.
*****
They were having their first argument. “I cannot believe you did that! Have you lost your mind?” She stood with her hands on her hips, her breasts heaving and her eyes flashing pure Hispanic fire. “What if that was something important? I do run a business, you know.”
Beau stood his ground – and Lord, he covered the ground he stood on. He didn’t look mad. Actually, he looked tolerant and a tad amused. “Little Darling, you asked me to answer your phone. So, I did. I didn’t even get a chance to say hello before this male voice came on the line and called you ‘Harley Baby’. It damn sure didn’t sound like business to me. So, I hung up on him.”
“That was Waco. He works for me. Sometimes, he calls me stuff like that.” It was rare, but since their conversation after the Port Arthur incident, he had taken to speaking to her with terms of endearment.
“You are my baby, no one else’s. Amarillo’s lucky that I didn’t do more than hang up on him.”
“Waco’s his name, not Amarillo.” Her mad was dissipating and quickly turning into something else entirely.
“I knew it wasn’t Socorro business, you said that only comes through on your red cell phone.”
She had to smile. “You listened to me.”
“I hear every word you say.”
“Waco knows about you. I told him the score the day I went to Port Arthur.”
Now, he didn’t even try to hide his grin. “I’ll call him back and apologize, if you’ll tell me what the score is.”
They stood outside the door of the cabin, having returned from shopping and eating supper in Jefferson, Texas. Chicken and dumplings at The Bakery Restaurant and two new pair of shoes from a downtown boutique had made both of them happy. On the way back, she had been hanging over the back seat, digging in the shoe bag – when her phone rang. Little did she know that he couldn’t be trusted to take a simple message. “You know the score,” she blushed. “I’m not interested in another man, only you. But if you act like that every time somebody says something to me, we’re going to have trouble.”
Beau was tickled pink. She was actually tapping one of her little feet and if he wasn’t mistaken, her nipples were hard. Time to test the waters. “What kind of trouble are we going to have?”
A tiny laugh escaped, “Big trouble.”
“Are you as turned on as I am?”
“Maybe more.”
He managed to get the door open after unsuccessfully poking the card in three times. “Having trouble poking it in the hole, Beau?” she teased him with a snort.
“Watch it, Sassy-pants,” he grumbled. “You’ve got my dick all excited and I’ve lost my eye-hand coordination – no blood in my brain.” He stepped aside to let her in and slapped her playfully on the butt as she went past. She walked across the room and put her purchases on the couch. “Are we gonna have make up . . .” he was about to say ‘sex’ when she started slinking across toward him with a wiggle in her walk that almost brought him to his knees. Lord Have Mercy!
“We’ve got on way too many clothes, Beau-ray.” She unbuttoned her shirt and threw it off, revealing a little black stretch tube-top that didn’t do squat to cover her ample breasts. Her beautiful caramel colored skin looked like the sweetest candy to him and he wanted to consume her – literally, consume her. His gaze ventured down – down and he thought leather and studs had never looked so good. She wore a black belt, almost biker looking that held up her fashionably well-worn blue jeans. “I was getting a little warm. Now, for you.” She sauntered, yes sauntered to him with a saucy little swing in her hips. “May I help you off with your shirt?”
Shit! “Help yourself, Doll-Face,” he probably should ask her if she was sure about all of this – but dammit, he didn’t want her to stop. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt. The look she was giving him was pure eroticism. That pink tongue kept dancing on her lips and her fingers were shaking. Sliding it off his shoulders, he stood stock still, waiting to see what her next move would be. Ye gods! She placed both palms on his chest and rubbed.
“Ay Dios Mio,” she murmured reverently. “You are one beautiful man.”
Easing him backwards against the wall – Harley came on to him. She began to kiss and lick his chest, tickling his nipples with her tongue, tracing his ripped muscles, licking a path downward as she sank to her knees. There she palmed his rampaging erection as she nipped and lapped at his flat, rippled abs.
Beau didn’t know what to do – except enjoy. He cupped the side of her face with one hand and held his own hair off his face so he could clearly see every moved she made. Was she about to do what he had been dreaming of? “God, don’t tease me, Hot-Stuff, be merciful.”
Harley didn’t let up, she wasn’t teasing. “Let me, please?” Planting open mouth kisses all over his stomach and chest, she began to unbuckle his belt.
Easing down his zipper, she looked up to find him staring at her intently. “Make yourself at home. My cock is your cock.”
“Good to know,” she clasped his pants on either side of his crotch and tugged them down. “You are well endowed, Mr. LeBlanc. And very, very hard.”
“Baby, I’ve been walking around with my Harley-bone on for over a week – it’s petrified by now.”
“What?” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I was in the Navy and never heard that phrase before.” This was Beau, she could play with him. She could trust him, because she knew he would never, ever hurt her. And right now, he was standing in front of her – hotter than Michelangelo’s David ever thought about being. Peeling down his shorts, she jumped a little bit as his cock jutted toward her.
“It’s okay, Baby. He’s in love with you, that’s all.” Harley could feel a rush of wetness in her panties when he said those words. No one had said words of love to her – ever. Wanting him to know how touched she was, she nuzzled her face against his thigh before moving over to rub her cheek against the hot, smooth shaft. She heard Beau catch his breath as if waiting – so she didn’t make him wait long. Taking the tip of his cock between her lips, she licked around the head. “Damn!”
Harley pulled back, “Was that a good damn or a bad damn?”
“Good,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “I want you to do that – again - repeatedly.” Granting his request, Harley began to suck on the head. And Beau wasn’t quiet – he talked to her – in low, dulcet tones, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. He was speaking French, or the Acadian equivalent. And it was music to her ears. She considered stopping and begging him to take her, to push her back and take her – fuck her on the floor. At that instant, it seemed like she wanted the full weight of his body pressing her down. But, she couldn’t ask. She was afraid that her old enemy – panic - would make itself known and she didn’t want to spoil the magic of this moment.
