Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 20
First, he had to prepare her, both physically and mentally. Harley’s breasts pressed into his chest and the feel of her nipples hard against his flesh brought his cock to straining, hungry life. ‘Patience, LeBlanc, patience’, he cautioned himself. Seduction, a tender seduction, that was his plan. Her beautiful face was right in front of him, and he catalogued every feature. Ah, those lips. “I could kiss you for hours. Did you know that?”
“I like the sound of that.”
She said the right words, but he could still hear a little trepidation in her voice. Determined to get past her inhibitions, Beau tickled her lips with his tongue. Gently he stroked their plump fullness with just the tip, teasing the corners of her mouth until she let out a little moan. Heartened by her response, he repeated the move at the other corner just because he loved the way she lifted herself up to him. Gratefully, he eased his tongue into the sweet heat of her mouth. They had kissed before – hot, passionate kisses, but this was different. They both knew where this was headed – all the way, baby- all the way. For a microsecond she did not respond, gradually she moved her tongue against his. He felt her body shift upward, her hands coming up to cling to his shoulders. ‘Oh yeah, that’s it, Baby – let yourself go.’ He would have spoken out loud, but he was just so busy with important things like kissing on his woman. Tilting his head, he moved a bit, giving them both a better angle. Hungrily, he deepened the kiss, cupping his hands under her ass and pulling her body tighter to his. To his amazement, she pushed back against him, making him groan as her thigh made contact with his aching dick. Hell, he longed to revel in her, luxuriate in her softness, immerse himself in her very being. “How?” he had to ask. “How do you want me? Missionary? From behind? You on top?”
Harley thought before she answered. “Not from behind, please. That’s the only one that really scares me. And on top – I don’t really know how.” She sounded embarrassed.
“That’s okay, Baby. We’ve got all the time in the world to find out what we like together. For now, we’ll just feel our way – how about that?” There was such a hungry yearning in her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I wish I was more experienced for you. I wish I wasn’t broken.” She smoothed his hair back from his face. The gesture was so sincere and gentle it made his heart ache.
“You hush, Harley. You are not broken. You are perfect. I don’t want a woman with experience. Hell, I want you. Haven’t I made myself clear?” Slowly, he eased out from under her, moving and adjusting their bodies until she was on bottom and he was on top. “Look at my cock, Harley. Look how hungry I am for you.” Bearing his weight on his forearms, he fitted his cock into the cleft of her thighs. Now, she could feel his need. Precum leaked out onto her skin and Harley gasped. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Please,” Harley wasn’t about to back down now. She wanted this more than anything in the world.
Beau gently pushed against her thigh with his cock. It was turgid and throbbing, anxious to gain entrance to her pussy. “He wants you so much. You are so hot, Sugar.” Mon Dieu! He wanted to do this right. Despite the sexual assaults, she was so innocent and unaware of just how sexy and tempting she was. The contradiction was driving him crazy. He had to fight for control. At the same time, he wanted to take her hard – fuck her raw till she couldn’t walk – and he also wanted to whisk her away to some safe place and protect her from everything. Even himself.
“I’m ready, Beau.”
“Almost, there are parts of you that I haven’t paid proper homage to yet – but I’m getting there.” Easing down her body, he pushed her tits together and rubbed his face on their lushness. “God, I love your breasts. I’m going to spend a lifetime sucking these beauties.” He smooched one nipple and licked and lapped at it like a hungry tomcat.
“Suck, Beau,” she urged.
He didn’t argue, but settled in for a feast. With swirls of his tongue he massaged one nipple, while he tweaked the other one between his fingers. Her little mewls of pleasure turned him on almost as much as the mouthful of woman flesh he was sucking on. When her hips started undulating, he knew she was almost to the point he needed her to be. Coming up for air, he praised her. “You have me totally at your mercy, Nada. I don’t know whether to put you on a pedestal and worship you or tie you to my bed for eternity.”
“Love me; that’s all I ask.”
“I already do, Angel Baby. I already do. Open your legs.” She did, splaying herself open for him. As if drawn by her heat, the broad head of his cock slid in her slit and found it blessedly slick with cream. Beau groaned in relief. Holding himself up, he pumped his hips, letting his cock bathe in her juices. She raised her head, seeking his lips, so he kissed her again. Their tongues tangled as the flames rose higher between them. Unable to control it, he nudged her clit with rhythmic short jabs. His cock was courting her, riding her slit, begging for attention. She gave it to him. When she lifted her hips and spread her legs wider, he knew she was ready. So was he, beyond ready. “I’m aching for you.”
“Let me feel,” she slipped her hand between them and closed her fingers around the thick shaft. “I love the way you’re made.”
Beau froze as she played with him. He held himself up on his arms, muscles straining, letting her get comfortable with his size and shape. “I can’t hold out much longer.” Settling down on his side, he dipped his fingers into her pussy. “God, you are so ready for me. Honey, your little cunt is so wet and slippery.”
“Take me, Beau.”
Holy God, Beau had never been more ready for anything in his life. Raising up, he was thankful they were making love while it was still light. The room was bathed in the afternoon sun as it filtered through the curtain. Harley lay there like a centerfold, her hair spread out on the pillow, her beautiful tits quivering with passion and her legs spread wide open. She was the picture of feminine surrender, yet he knew she was braver than most men – the loveliest of contradictions. Taking his cock in hand, he fit it to the small, near virginal opening and pushed in.
Ye gods! Harley had never felt anything like it. This was nothing like she had expected. Since meeting Beau again, she had fantasized what it would be like – what she would feel – the exact sensations she would experience. Oh, it was good - mostly. Her flesh throbbed and she could feel her vagina stretching and burning as her body struggled to accept his claiming. Mainly it was good because it was Beau making love to her and it felt good to him too, that much she could tell. Their eyes locked and he groaned as he worked his way inside of her. He was so big and he was on top of her and he was holding her down. A tightness in her chest made in hard for Harley to breathe. ‘O Lord, not now – not now – please not now’ – she couldn’t do this to Beau.
Beau felt her whole body tighten up. God, it felt good. She was pleasing him – perfectly. How did she know to do that? “Nada, nada – you are gonna make me lose control.” Then - he looked at her face. Her eyes were glazed over and he realized – she wasn’t trying to make him feel good, her body was trying to expel him. She wasn’t fighting him, thank God, but she wasn’t enjoying it, either. Immediately, he enfolded himself down over her and stopped thrusting. “Breathe, Baby, for me. It’s Beau, look at me. It’s Beau.” Rubbing his thumb against her cheek, he peppered tiny kisses over her face. “I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. You belong to me. No one will ever hurt you again. I won’t let them. Trust me. You’re my baby.” The doctor had said to hold her close and work through things – and by God – that was what he was going to do. “It’s just me Harley – it’s Beau-ray.”
Beau-ray. Slowly, the panic attack subsided. Beau was stroking her face and neck and saying tender, gentle phrases of love. Harley realized he was accepting her burdens and her fears as his own. She felt the weight of the world shift from her shoulders to his. Harley was not alone, anymore. The pain was gone and she was desperate to feel anything else. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare be sorry.” Beau felt her body begin to relax. Shit, he should have pulled out – but he refused to give up the ground he had gained. His erection was not diminished, and he was still inside of her, but just barely. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. Is that okay?”
“Please.” With shaking hands, she began to caress his beloved face and shoulders. “I see you, Beau. I know it’s you.” She canted her hips giving him permission to continue their lovemaking.
He kissed her neck as he slowly began to move, rocking his cock into her. “Feel us together, Harley. It’s just me inside of you. Just relax and let me in a little more, Sugar.”
The tingling began to spread and pleasure overpowered pain and panic. She let herself be aware of what was happening. Beau was lovingly moving against her, his lips never leaving some part of her skin. She opened her legs wider to make it easier for him. But he wasn’t pushing deeper, he was just letting his cock massage the rim of her channel.
“Oh, you are so precious, Baby. So sweet. Your little pussy is so warm and tender.”
Beau was loving on her – petting her with words and touch. Harley felt her temperature begin to rise. Desire mounted within her and soon, she began to need more. Exultation filled her heart. “It feels good now.” And it did. Her body and mind were working together and it seemed like she was on the verge of something momentous. Every molecule of her body was priming itself for a great discovery. “I’m wet, aren’t I? Still?”
“Oh yeah,” Beau breathed. She was welcoming him. He could feel her pussy flesh growing softer and more open. His Nada was relaxing for him and now he could show her how wonderful sex could actually be.
Harley was fascinated – mesmerized. Above her, in all of his male glory, was a man that meant the world to her. And he was beautiful – sexy, kind – and he was worshiping her body. There was really no other word for it. With every gentle thrust of his hips, he was pushing inside of her a fraction more. And her body was accommodating him, and wanting more. It came as a great surprise, but she wanted to be possessed and pleasured by Beau.
“Let’s try this from a different angle. I want to use my hands.” He rose up and sat back on his heels, and she was afraid he was going to separate from her so she clamped down and tried to push up to take more of him in. “Steady, Angel. I’m not going anywhere.” He arranged her thighs over his, and this new position had her pussy right there in front of him. “Now, I can play.”
Holding her in place with one hand on her upper thigh, he proceeded to pump into her until his large cock had stretched her and made itself at home. But there was a bonus, he took his fingers and began rubbing her clit over and over again. Swirls of ecstasy began to spiral in her vagina and radiate out and up making her nipples feel like they were connected to her clit by invisible wires. “Beau – my God!” she exclaimed.
Little whimpers of need came from her lips and this satisfied Beau almost as much as an orgasm could have.
Need. Want. God, she felt the urge to mate. “More!” she begged, a frenzied urge to move overcame her. She covered his hand with her own, pushing it down on her flesh, showing him that she wanted him to give her more – of everything. The other hand covered her own breast and she cupped it and squeezed it and above her Beau watched with hooded eyes.
“Oh, Harley – you are so damn hot. And tight – my God, Girl. Your pussy was created for my cock. I need you so much, Baby.” She was his. He had no doubt about that, and he would tell her so, just as soon as he could think.
“I need you, too!” she almost shouted. Her body wanted to be filled like this again and again. Her heart needed filling too, and her life. Beau was the answer to all of her needs. For years she had been empty, just existing. Now, she knew what was missing. Him. Harley needed Beau to complete her life.
“You got me, Baby.”
He hiked her a little closer, and bent over and took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rubbed. What a simple word – rubbed. There was nothing simple about the way he was making her feel – she was getting so close to orgasm that if she didn’t make it there, the world might end. “Fuck me hard, Beau,” she pleaded.
Beau laughed in celebration. “You want more, my Baby? Let me get serious about this.” Holding on to her he scooted back until he could stand up and then he lifted her bottom and pushed deeper until he was buried to the hilt. “You’re going to need to hold on to something.”
He was right. Harley held on to the bedspread as Beau hammered into her – hard, fast – relentlessly. His grunts and growls of pleasure turned her inside out. It was all she could do to keep from panting. Pleasure was whipping through her and she couldn’t be still. Her body jerked and she arched her back, pushing down on his cock and squeezing him for all she was worth. An orgasm tore through her that ripped her soul from the tethers of reality and slung her out into a vast sea of erotic delight. “Beau!” That was the only word that seemed to matter.
He never wanted this to end. Harley was coming apart before his eyes and the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy was unbelievable. It was too much. The pleasure was too much. He couldn’t have held back if his life depended on it. Surging into her, he let himself go and his cum boiled out of him and filled her up, just like his dream. He shot his seed deep inside of her and it mixed with the essence of her arousal. The alpha part of him wanted to make a baby – right now. Anything that would tie this woman to him forever. He didn’t want to spend another day apart from her. Pulsating aftershocks kept their pleasure going and Beau kept pushing his cock into her heat, loving the way her body kept grasping him as if she wanted to keep him inside of her for as long as possible.
Amazing. Harley opened her eyes and saw that Beau was gazing at her intently. “Thank you, I loved that. You have changed my life,” she whispered.
“Oh Baby, this is just the beginning,” he pulled out and stretched next to her, pulling her close. “I’m gonna love being married to you.”
Married. No, she hadn’t missed that reference at all. She hadn’t responded, but she had hid it away in her heart to savor it over and over again. All night, she had held on to Beau and fantasized about being married to him.
As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, Harley felt a little silly. She couldn’t quit smiling. Her – Harley Montoya – no, even better – Nada ‘nothing’ Montoya had had sex with a man – AND SHE HAD LIKED IT!! She had had an orgasm. An orgasm!!
“Harley, I’m waiting for Indy. He’s on his wait with some specs; I’ll be down here if you need me.” How wonderful it was to have him in her home. Harley was happier than she had ever been.
“Okay,” she called. “I’m almost ready.” She would have been dressed ten minutes ago if she could calm down and quit dancing around and hugging herself. Her whole world seemed like a brighter place. Fastening a small gold locket around her neck, she checked her make-up one more time. All she could think about was how much she loved Beau and how good it had felt to express that love. Exiting the bathroom, she took another look at the bed where her miracle had happened. With a squeal, she launched herself in the air and landed with a bounce right in the middle of the mattress. “You, Nada Montoya, are one lucky señorita!”
She lay there with arms and legs extended, just being happy and still. Screech! Harley almost levitated off the bed. There was no sound in the house like it; she had heard it a hundred times since she had been here. The vanity bench in front of her makeup mirror had just been scooted back. Only this time, she wasn’t sitting in it. Scrambling off the bed, she hurried through the connecting door – completely unarmed. Taking the traditional Krav Maga fighting stance, she stood ready to engage . . . nothing. There was nothing there. Her heart was beating ninety to nothing. Every instinct she possessed had told her that Fox Crocker had been standing in here just waiting for her.
Breathlessly, she stared down at the bench. The bathroom floor was ceramic tile and every time she got up from putting on her make-up, she pushed that bench backwards and it always made the same dragging noise. Nothing else sounded like it. She stood there not really knowing what to do. Could she have imagined it? No, she didn’t think so.
A creepy eerie feeling came over her. If it wasn’t Fox, it could have been a ghost. Crap, she hadn’t thought about that. Glancing in the mirror, she was grateful to see that nothing was hovering behind her. With a slight shiver, she whirled around to leave – and SCREECH! It moved again. For a moment, Harley just bounced in place. She didn’t know whether to stay and investigate or turn and run. Turning and running won out – big time.
She didn’t fly, but she came close. “Gotcha!” Beau huffed as he literally caught her at the foot of the stairs. “Did you see a ghost?” he couldn’t resist teasing her. Actually, he was grateful every time she gave him opportunity to hold her. He cuddled her close, “Aw Baby-Love, your heart is hammering out of your chest. What happened?”
“I didn’t see a ghost, but I heard one,” she managed to croak out. “I’m glad you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.”
He rubbed her back, doing his best to calm her breathing. “Me, too.” Then, he chuckled; he just couldn’t hold it back. “I’m glad to be sleeping with you, too – for a whole different reason, I bet.”
“Don’t laugh at me,” she nipped him on the shoulder. “I’m looking forward to having sex with you, again – more than you can imagine. I loved it. But I’ll also be glad to snuggle up against you in the dark.”
He kissed her, full on the mouth. “I loved making love to you, too. Now, what happened, exactly?” They walked toward the kitchen.
