Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 34
What do I say? 'Hey, I can't sleep because your face keeps swimming around my mind? What are you doing today? Want to hookup?'
No…!
'Hey, I can't sleep. I was wondering when I might see you again.'
Yeah. That's sounds ok.
I type the message to him. *Hey….*
No wait, that's not good. He is expecting to be together Sunday anyway. It should be something more…specific.
I think and mull over a reference to another ride in his truck or sharing the bottle of wine. Shit! I don't know!
Want to cash in a raincheck today instead of Sunday?
No.
I end up just typing, *Hi….* I laugh at the simplicity.
That works. He'll answer when he gets it and we'll go from there.
I hit send.
Too hyped up to rest, I decide to fix myself a cup of Tension Tamer tea. While I'm in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, I hear the message tone.
I have a new message! I freeze.
Could it be Aurei?
Of course, it's Aurei! Who else would it be this time of night?
I tear off at a run into my bedroom, dive on my bed and grab my iPhone. There on the screen is a new message. I giggle feeling giddy.
*Hi…. Why are you still up?*
I roll onto my back and hold my phone in the air as I type.
*I can't sleep. It's been an eventful night. I'm still pretty wound up. I'm fixing myself a cup of Tension Tamer tea though. Why are you still up?* I hit send, roll off the bed and walk back into the kitchen with my iPhone in hand. Before I arrive, "Ding."
*I can't sleep either. It's been an 'uneventful' night and I'm still pretty wound up tight too. Tea sounds good.*
Uneventful! Wound up tight! Why did you leave me at the door then? Have you changed your mind about fucking tonight? And what are you implying with tea sounds good?
Feeling sixteen and unsure all over again, I don't know how to respond.
Do I blurt it out: I need you. Please take me for a real ride, right now? Or, Tension Tamer tea works. Want to come over and try some?
I stare at the phone. Fuck! What do I say?
Don't say anything until you know for sure what he is thinking. Keep it simple.
*It is good.* I hit send.
*I like tea, but I like taming tail better.*
Oh, holy hades! There it is. He is wanting to fuck tonight!
I smile and type feverishly. *Are you implying you are the man for the job?*
*Yes.*
Double holy fuck! That one word rocks me to my core.
The teapot starts to whistle and I jump. Pulling the water off the stove, my iPhone dings again.
*Your teapot is whistling.*
Sweet Zeus! Father of Fucking Gods! He's outside my door!
My heart falls to my feet, my breathing stops completely, but my pussy does a back flip with a triple twist off the diving board. I rush to the door and peek out the peephole. What I see literally stops my heart.
The most gorgeous man in the entire world is leaning against the wall looking at his cell phone with only a small white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is tousled from towel drying. The wet dark accentuating the gold highlights. The lightest shining bright, reflecting in the harsh hallway lights.
His entire body is without tan lines. It is the same golden color as his hand and it is ripped! Not just muscular and defined, but ripped! His arms bulge, deltoids, biceps and triceps; his chest is pumped, perfect pecs; his teres majors form the broad back and body triangle; his abs are a tight, clearly defined, six pack; his v-shape between his hips is molded and exposed.
My mouth waters.
A body that perfect should never wear clothes! He looks so damn hot I think I'm going to fucking faint!
I turn my back and lean on the door. "Shit! What do I do?" My whole body is calling to him. My heart is now back in my chest and pounding wildly trying to knock on the door. I swallow then type.
*Just a minute. Let me grab my robe.*
*No.*
*No?* I frown, looking back through the peephole. Damn! He is unbelievably BEAUTIFUL!
He reads my text then starts to type. I look down with the ding.
*Yes. No. No robe.*
I smile. Clear, concise communication. Direct honesty. Not sugarcoated. He means exactly what he says and his words take my breath away.
Through the peephole, I see him staring at the door and his intensity touches that deep something that lives within.
*But I'm naked.* I type and send.
He leans his head down to read my text, then he smiles up at me. My pussy soaks itself.
He types and sends. *That's the way I want you.*
I almost drop the phone again. The butterflies invade my heart and then flutter free.... Everywhere.... Wildly....
That's the way I want you too! But I'm…. I'm scared. I put the phone to my chest and take a deep breath. I stare at the deadbolt and door handle.
A voice in my head tells me the words I know in my heart. Siri, the time is now.
I lay my hand on the lock and turn it as I peek again at him. When he hears it moving, he pushes off the wall and the flexing and rippling muscles make me bite my lip hard.
WOW! Majestic man! Hard-Core suits him!
With one smooth motion, he strides across the distance, commanding and yet relaxed. Pulling the door open slowly, with my face peeking through the crack, I let it shield my nakedness.
"Hi." He says as he sticks his hand in and grasps the door firmly.
My eyes fall to that golden hand! "Hi." I whisper.
Lord, the effect this guy has on me. I have lost all sophistication! Seary and Surreal are nowhere to be found. Only Siri is here.
I drop my eyes to the floor and back away as he pushes the door open, not hesitating. He steps over the threshold and closes it behind him. Standing only three steps away, I am completely exposed to his gaze from the light in the kitchen. His eyes travel slowly up the same path as in the elevator earlier, taking in every detail of my naked body. I stand perfectly still, like prey unable to move. My eyes lock on his face, watching his expression. When he looks into my eyes, I am promised that trip to heaven. The wildness grows and spreads throughout my body as he crosses the distance, takes me into his arms, and backs me up to the wall. I hear his phone slide out of his hand and land softly on the carpet. I have no idea where mine is.
Eighty-Five
The touch of his skin on mine sets me on fire! I wrap my hands around his neck, run my fingers into his hair pulling his mouth to mine. He opens to possess me, then he stops short, letting his tongue tease my lips. I smile and open my teeth to allow him in. He slides in filling me completely.
Fuck! He taste so good!
I run my hands down his shoulders as he cups my face holding me captive. His skin is smooth; the curves of his muscles sliding over my palms makes my mind moan. I close my mouth around him, sucking his essence gently.
His throat moans again as he thrusts his hips, pinning me to the wall. He slides his hands into my hair, entwining his fingers; he pulls my head back. Standing tall, he towers over me, exposing my neck, forcing my hands to drop helplessly to my sides, making me surrender myself to him. He thrusts his tongue and I suck matching his rhythm. When he releases my mouth, he maintains his grip in my hair and his dominant position over me, but gently kisses my face, my eyes, as a soft almost inaudible hum comes from him. Moving to my neck, his lips nibble my ear. I have no breath and no heartbeat. He thrusts his nose into the nape of my neck, burying in it in my hair as he inhales deeply.
"I shouldn't be here, but I can't stay away any longer."
I almost swoon. I moan as my knees tremble. "I want you."
His throat hums louder as he pulls his head back. The sound makes me gasp short snatches of uncontrollable excited breath.
I have NEVER felt this way before!
He looks into my eyes with that steady focus and I am lost, but found. I see his hunger and the depth of his desire there.
He possesses my lips first, then my mouth again. I close my eyes and suck him. I can feel his breath blowing over my face, in and out in a deep, slow, steady rhythm and I match it, letting him take control of my passion. As we breathe together, a calmness settles over me and I open my eyes to see him still looking into mine. Our eyes smile at the same time and he moves his mouth away separating from our kiss.
"Good girl." He tells me in a soft, yet firm voice, that matches his lips and his kiss. He begins little nibbles along my jaw line, traveling back to my neck. I focus on breathing in his steady rhythm, as he pulls my hair again, forcing my head all the way back. He slides his other hand over my shoulder, and down to cup my ass. I stare at the ceiling as he pulls my weight off the wall and into his groin. All the while, running his tongue over every inch of my exposed neck, licking me before he sucks gently and pulls the skin off in a slow, seductive nibble. The feeling is so exquisite, I start to tremble again and I lose my breath. I moan, panting softly.
He massages my butt cheek gently as he pulls back and tips my face to his to kiss me again. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth and his hot breath blowing gently from his nostrils onto my face, centers me. I open my eyes to find him looking at me again. He smiles and I release my hold on his tongue, smiling back at him.
"We have time. No need to rush this. Let's take it nice and slow." He releases my hair, runs his hand down my arm and cinches my fingers, bonding me to him. "I want to make this unforgettable with you. I want to erase all memories from your mind. I want to replace everything and everyone, like you have for me. I want to be your one and only lover."
My face falls to his shoulder and I smell his intoxicating scent.
He smells so fucking fine! Inhaling deeply, I shudder.
He hums softly with the movement and I become aware that his cock is scorching hot and hard against my pussy. I start to lose my breath at the thought of it.
He lays his forehead on mine. "Breathe, baby. Breathe with me, Sweet, Wild Thang. Slow down. Nice and slow."
I close my eyes and breathe with the rhythm of his hand massaging my ass as I force myself to focus on just our breathing. We take deep breaths together, in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm.
When I am stable again, he returns to work on my neck, continuing his nibbling kisses down my shoulder then back up my collar bone, licking then pulling the skin, nibbling. I'm not stable for long, knowing where his kisses are headed. My breasts are swirling. I moan as I inhale deeply, and moan as I push my breath out, trying not to pant or hold it inside. I lay my head back for him, exposing myself willingly as he drives my body wild.
At the hollow of my throat, he saturates it with a full tongue lick. "Umm."
The hot wetness and his moan makes my knees give way and I squeeze his fingers tight. He blows the spot turning it cold as he moves my hand to his ass and lets go. My palm squeezes and tingles with his firm, round, hard fucking muscle finally in its grasp. "Umm hmm."
His hand continues to massage my ass as he whispers. "Breathe, Siri." The sensual sound of my name makes my eyes roll back in my head, but I follow his lead and focus my breath by massaging his ass.
He pushes against my chest, forcing my back to arch until my head and shoulders rest against the wall. My hand loses its tight grip on his ass. I slide it forward across his hip and find his hardness in all my softness. I gently stroke the side of his cock with my thumb.
A throaty low tone escapes him.
My desire deepens and I squeeze my arms together to push my tits up, inviting him to have them.
His beautiful face lowers with the look of lust and longing. He gently brushes each one with a light kiss, savoring this moment. Then he begins placing his delicious soft, sucking nibbles at the top of my cleavage and slowly sinks his face down inside my breasts.
Fucking hell, I know I will never tire of seeing him there.
Eighty-Six
Stroking him has given my breathing a rhythm of my own, but when he turns his head slowly, and begins to nibble the side of my tit, heading for my nipple that screams for his lips, he looks up into my eyes. Our souls connect on a whole other level when he finds it and sucks it inside to his tongue.
"Ahhhh." I suck my breath in sharp and deep, expanding my chest fully with the thrill of the sensation. Holding it there, while he licks and sucks gently pulling the nipple skin off in those slow seductive nibbles. My pussy soaks itself continuously as I strain, pushing my tits to him. The sensation is pure exquisiteness. As he licks long and hard, then fast flicks, then rolls the nipple around and around, I moan so loud the neighbors can surely hear and I don't give a fuck! My pussy is alive and needs attention.
Unable to take his teasing anymore, I flex my abs and roll up off the wall, separating both his mouth and our hips. I slide my stroking hand fully down his shaft and squeeze him at the base. I place my other hand on his tip and tease him. He catches his breath and holds it as I flick the tip with my thumb, surprising him. His penis is large, full and hard as a rock. A small amount of semen escapes and I smile knowing what he’s feeling. His body stiffens and I mirror it with my own strength, pushing back against him, enjoying the control I have over him. He makes a grunt like a gorilla, then thrusts his hips with such force that he pins my body to the wall again. He grinds his cock carefully against my abs, driven wild by my teasing, but he makes sure he doesn’t penetrate my pussy.
We are both panting now. His eyes bore into mine, as he says through teeth clamped together. "Careful, Wild Thang." His tone is deep and dangerous. His eyes are dark and stormy. His face is fierce. He is crushing me to the wall with such force I can't move.
I stare him down, watching his thunder roll across his face.
When the danger has passed, he closes his eyes as he cups my face and puts our foreheads together again. I whisper to him. "Breathe, Aurei. Breathe, baby, breathe."
He chuckles and his body relaxes, releasing the crushing force but still keeping me easily pinned to the wall. He looks into my eyes to see them twinkling as I take my thumb and rub the top of his cock again. He rewards me with crinkled eyes as he smiles and moans that sound I’m learning is his and his alone. But he removes the stroking hand, cinches it, then kisses me deeply.
Together we find our breathing rhythm.
When he releases my mouth, he stands tall and stares into my eyes. He takes control of me by holding them captive, then he smiles wickedly at me, as he takes my hands and pulls them over my head. He stretches me to my tiptoes, and easily clasp them with one of his. He pulls me off the wall, backs away and examines my body, taking his time, turning me around. He says, "Hmm," under his breath several times and shakes his head.
Although I’ve performed naked, or nearly so, thousands of times in Vegas, that was different. That was business. This is not. I start to blush under his scrutiny.
He finishes and comes to stand directly in front of me. His eyes search mine and I recognize the look looking back at me. I’ve seen it a thousand times too. Pure, undeniable lust. But what I have never seen is the thunderous intensity that delivers it. His grip tightens and he easily forces my body to him. He opens his mouth and I wonder what he is going to say, but he takes me by surprise. His mouth covers mine and then he claims it. Forcing his tongue past my teeth with a driving thrust that is hard and deep. Once, twice, three times he fucks my mouth. Owning it and owning me.
When he pulls out, he stares again into my eyes, then says in a voice, deep and thick with passion, dark and dangerous with a frightening edge. "It's not fucking possible."
His tone makes me blink, and his words bring a frown to my face. What's not fucking possible?
He cups a breast with his free hand, massaging it and teasing the nipple till it is taut, long and hard in his fingers.
The sensations flood my entire body with raw desire; my pussy throbs with his rhythm; my tits scream for his mouth to suck them again.
When he lifts my breast, I watch his tongue slip past his wet lips as he slowly lowers his mouth to tease the tip. My legs start to quiver. He stops on the edge of the tip and whispers the same words, letting lips graze the rough sensitive edges. "It's not possible, Siri." The tickling sensation, along with his light, hot breath, drives me out of my mind with desire. "You are more beautiful than my dreams of you." He bites down on my tit and mashes it with his tongue against his teeth.
I gasp. The sharp thrill that shoots through me drives straight to my clitoris with a glorious shock! My hips hunch involuntarily and crash into his erection. He smiles as he roughly pulls me back to him. When I crash against him, he thrusts his tongue roughly into my open, hungry mouth; once, twice, three times; completely owning me. Then he whispers between soft kisses on my face as he teases my nipple with his fingers, words that drive my soul wild. "And I have dreamed of you every hour of every day since I first laid eyes on you."
I moan as I melt completely then I whisper. "I have dreamed of you every hour of every day of … my life."
Eighty-Seven
When his tongue comes back inside me, I suck him hard and arch away, forcing him to bend over me and his cock to crash against my hips. He has to let my hands go to keep us from falling off balance and I drop them onto his golden head of halo hair and twist my fingers in it. My mouth massages him with the rhythm of my hips as they dance against him. His hands slide to cup my ass as I grind against his cock. Over and over again, I suck and rub him, making him moan as loud as I did. When he’s sufficiently teased, I release his tongue and he drives me against the wall again, pinning me.
We are both panting, when he looks at me, and he smiles a truly sexy smile. I answer with one of my own and cup his handsome face between my hands, then trace a finger tip over his lush lips. His hands grab both of my breasts as he buries his face in my neck, and breathes in and out, until I match him and we are both calm again.
