Текст книги "Game for Love "
Автор книги: Bella Andre
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“Anna, baby, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
His words brushing warm air against her belly almost had her coming. God, what would happen when he finally touched her there? If he loved her vagina with his mouth as well as he’d loved her breasts?
Amazed that she could actually feel her clitoris swell at the same moment another gush of arousal spilled out from between her thighs, she breathed, “Just touch me, Cole. With your hands. Your mouth. Your tongue.” She shuddered. “Your teeth.”
With her sight taken away by the silk blindfold, the sound of fabric ripping was loud enough to make her jump, but a second later, as thick, warm fingers moved through her bared, damp curls to part her naked flesh, she forgot everything—that she had married a stranger, that she was blindfolded and bound to his bed, that she was frightened by the strangely powerful desire eating her up from the inside—everything but how desperate she was for release.
Air blew across her clitoris and she bucked up an inch—all her bindings would allow.
Oh God, he was teasing her.
Had she actually enjoyed his teasing before? Didn’t he know that it would kill her if he teased her now? That she couldn’t take any more of this pleasure, not when it was all coming at her so fast, so hard, stealing her breath—and her senses—away.
Second by second, she was disappearing into a swirling storm of ecstasy. Breath by breath she was on the verge of losing the Anna Davis she’d always been against Cole’s hands as they slid slowly against her slickly aroused skin, his mouth as it dropped softly to her clitoris, drawing the tight, hard bud into his lips so that he could drag his tongue over it.
And then, just when she thought he was going to give her what she wanted, one more swirl of his tongue against her, over her—all she needed to crest the peak and come apart—he pulled away and blew out another hot breath over her delicate skin.
“Don’t tease me, Cole. Please don’t tease me anymore.”
His tongue came out to flick against her drenched skin and relief swept through her as pleasure spiked and she tried to grab onto the wave and let it take her over.
But then he was blowing on her again, the light rush of air so good, too good, and yet, not nearly enough.
“You like what I’m doing to you.”
His words weren’t a question. They were a statement of truth.
“God, yes,” she gasped. “I love it.” And she did. But, “I need to come, Cole.” And then maybe she could survive this pleasure. Maybe she could stop it from racing away with her.
Maybe she could return to being the woman she’d always been.
“How bad do you need it?”
“Really bad,” was all she could manage as he tongue swept between her folds again, this time dipping into her. But even though she tried to buck into his mouth, his tongue didn’t slide in far enough to give her any satisfaction.
She’d never survive his teasing.
“Well, now,” he said slowly, letting his lips rake across the top of her mound, “doesn’t sound to me like you need it all that bad.”
If she’d been able to move her arms and legs, she would have launched herself at him, would have pinned him down to the bed and crawled up over his face and forced him to take her where she desperately needed to go.
Instead, all she could do was wait for him to give her what he wanted to give, when he wanted to give it. They were on his schedule, his plan.
Not hers.
With the thought came another inexplicable flood of arousal. Almost as if she liked being tied up and captive to Cole’s every whim. And then his mouth covered her at the same moment he slipped a finger into her tight sheath and a small tremor worked through her.
“Just a little more. I only need a little more to get there.”
His laughter took her by surprise, his lips and tongue and teeth rocking against her, his fingers shifting against her delicate internal walls. Another mini-tremor shook her.
“If you were expecting little, sweet Anna, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
Instead of being afraid of splitting apart beneath him, the vision of his erection stretching her wide as he forced her to take all of him catapulted her into a bigger, stronger tremor.
His tongue moved slow and soft against her again, from perineum to clit. She could feel herself perspiring from the combination of pleasure and frustration. From anticipation.
And desperation.
“I can’t survive any more of this.” She didn’t have the will to keep her voice from shaking anymore.
His laughter came again, warm and almost loving, even as it was full of the same deep, dark desire that she’d been riding since the moment he'd kissed her for the first time.
“You’ll not only survive it,” he promised her, “but you’ll wonder how you lived this long without it.”
His words, the slight press of his mouth against her sensitive folds as he spoke, along with the tight clench of her inner muscles, were almost enough to get there. Holding her breath, she focused, willed herself to come, to escape the torture of Cole’s teasing.
“Poor sweet baby,” he murmured against her as she flopped back against the bed, frustrated and more aroused than she’d even known it was possible to be. “You really do need to come, don’t you?”
But she was long past begging at this point, her cells were too wrapped up in the needs of her body for her to even attempt to form coherent words. She’d trusted him to give her pleasure and instead, she was frustrated and—
His tongue slid into her hard, thrusting once, twice, three times.
Oh God, yes! This was what she’d been waiting for, this was what she needed, a good tongue-fucking. She was riding his tongue like a hard shaft when his fingers moved over her clit again and swirled with dangerous precision.
Still riding his tongue, she rolled against his hands, fighting her bonds to try and get closer, but he was two steps ahead of her, increasing the pressure with delicious intent. And then Cole reached up with his free hand and found one hard, aroused nipple, and her entire body crashed in on itself, her clit and breasts dual epicenters for the massive earthquake rolling through her. She’d never come like this, so hard that she was certain the bed was splitting apart beneath her, the walls crashing in around her.
Her orgasm went on and on as Cole’s tongue stroked new and shocking sensitive spots along her inner walls, his fingers magic on her clitoris and breasts.
Finally, when she was utterly spent—more tired than she’d been after running that 10K
last year—Cole shifted on the bed.
“My wife has such a sweet pussy,” he said before placing a soft kiss over her labia.
Shivers racked her as his stubble raked across the too-sensitive flesh.
“Such gorgeous tits.”
Even knowing the kiss had to be coming, she couldn’t prepare herself for the sweet heat of his mouth over first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her as he rolled her around on his tongue, then raked across the tips with the very edges of his teeth.
“And such a pretty, fuckable mouth.”
Anna’s mouth watered despite herself, despite the shock moving through her at the knowledge of what was coming, that she was going to be returning the favor by taking Cole’s penis into her mouth.
The bed shifted again beneath his heavy weight and she felt her heartbeat kick into overdrive again.
“If I’m hurting you, if anything doesn’t feel good, I want you to pinch me.”
He slid his hands into hers and linked their fingers. Oh God, she’d thought she loved holding hands before. But now, feeling the slide of his wide, calloused palms against hers, a new warmth bloomed in her chest.
And then, before she could find the words to reply to his instructions, the flared, hot crest of his penis brushed softly against her lips.
Anna had given blow jobs before, but not very often. She’d never really seen the appeal of male genitalia, but the way Cole was teasing her with his erection, his skin soft against her mouth, had her salivary glands kicking into overdrive. His arousal was a clean, masculine scent that made her breathe in more deeply as he slowly painted her lips, from corner to corner, with the tip of his penis. It was pure instinct to taste him with her tongue.
Cole stilled as she made contact with him, a deep groan of pleasure seeming to come from all the way down in his chest. Spurred on by both his reaction to her touch and the surprising pleasure she was finding in being with Cole this way, she swiped her tongue all the way across his broad head, greedily licking up the spurt of arousal that resulted.
“Jesus, Anna, nothing has ever felt this good.”
Even as his words resonated, she wanted to make him feel so much better.
In the end, Anna wasn’t sure who moved first, if she was already opening up her lips to take him inside or if he was the one who pushed her open. All she knew was that she was glad, so incredibly glad, to be able to taste him like this, to open her mouth wide and stretch her lips around his hard, heavy shaft. She wasn’t afraid of being captive to him, knew he’d never ever hurt her.
Using her tongue to explore him, she licked at every part of his shaft she could get to, using the suction of her lips to pull him in deeper.
His hands tightened on hers, another rumble of pleasure sounding in the room, and then he was rocking into her, so deep that her gag reflex kicked in.
Pulling all the way out, he said, “Your mouth is so hot, baby. I can’t control myself.”
Realizing he was sliding his hands from hers and shifting away from her mouth, she clamped down on his fingers as hard as she could.
“I want to taste you again, Cole.” She forced herself to overcome her shyness and say it.
“I loved licking you. Sucking on you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she insisted, promising, “I’ll pinch you if I need a breather.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for, sweet Anna?”
His question was low, full of barely leashed desire.
“No. But I want it anyway.”
That was all it took for Cole to drop the leash and give her what she was begging for. The press of his shaft against her lips drove her mouth open and she gratefully suckled his hot, hard flesh. He rocked into her several inches at a time, in then out in a rhythm that had her heating up again between her thighs, her belly tightening with renewed need as she tasted his arousal on her tongue, in the back of her throat.
But then her gag reflex kicked in again, and he bottomed out before she was anywhere near the base of his penis. She tried to relax her throat, but he was such a big, unfamiliar presence that she couldn’t.
Tears pricked her eyes behind her blindfold, but they weren’t tears of pain. They were tears of frustration. Because on some elemental level, she knew she had more to give him.
She just couldn’t figure out how to do it.
One of his hands came untangled from hers, then, and he gently ran his fingertips along her exposed throat. “Tilt up and back, sweetheart.”
He slid his hand around the back of her throat to help her, and then he was sliding in, and past the point he’d hit before. She could feel the muscles in her throat opening up to take him deeper, could taste the musky heat of him in her mouth. Again and again he moved in, then out of her mouth, her throat, and even though he wasn’t touching her breasts or vagina, giving Cole pleasure had her right on the edge of release again.
Unable to hold back her own moan of deep pleasure, she felt Cole’s penis twitch against her tongue, a large spurt of his pre-come coating her tongue and throat as he pulled all the way out of her on a curse.
A split second later, the bindings on her wrists and ankles were gone and she had to reach for Cole to steady herself. His shoulders were broad and hard, his skin slick with sweat, and she was relishing the unexpected thrill of being able to touch him, when he pulled her blindfold off.
She gasped at the passion, the desire, the need in his dark eyes. She opened her mouth to try and give voice to the emotions ricocheting around inside of her.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she whispered.
He tucked the head of his condom-covered penis against her folds. One thrust had him inside, and Anna lost her breath at the incredible pleasure.
“Tight,” he ground out, sweat dripping from his chest onto hers as he worked to steady himself above her. “So damn tight.”
He was right. She was small. And he was enormous. But she loved the way he was stretching her open, loved knowing that he was taking her someplace she’d never been before.
“Take me, Cole.”
His eyes flashed something new, a bigger, richer emotion that even his desire, but before she could try and figure out what he was feeling, he thrust all the way into her, settling so deep inside her that she swore he was pushing into the base of her womb. And then his mouth was over hers and he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him in closer, to take him deeper.
“My sweet Anna. You’re all mine,” he rasped out against her lips.
“And you’re mine.”
Until that moment, she could have sworn he was still holding something back, that he was still worried about hurting her. But after her own possessive declaration, something in the man holding her changed.
A moment later, her hands were back in his, pulled over her head, and he was levered above her, driving into her with such heat, and power, that she not only lost her breath with every thrust, but as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, in the tips of her breasts, in the vee between her thighs, she actually begged for him to take her harder, faster, deeper.
And he did, each thrust taking her higher, closer to the peak.
She’d thought he’d been big when she’d first taken him into her mouth, when he’d pushed between the folds of her vagina. But now, on the verge of his release, he was a throbbing mass of veins and heat and male arousal. Anna swore she could feel her body actually react to his impending climax by both relaxing and clenching her inner muscles. Relaxing to let him in even deeper. Then clamping down on him to keep him inside, to keep the incredible sensations roaring through her.
“Anna.”
The rough, ragged sound of his voice as he came sent her flying over the edge with him.
And then his mouth was on hers again and she was thrown into another climax, spiraling off and just barely holding on to the edge of reason.
Chapter Six
Anna woke up curled within Cole’s strong arms. One of his hands was threaded into her hair, the other on her chest, his open palm resting directly over her heart.
They weren’t sleeping like two people who’d had a one-night stand. Anna wasn’t trying to figure out how to squeeze out from beneath Cole without waking him up. She wasn’t berating herself for her foolish behavior.
Instead, she was relishing the comfort of being held by a man who had given her not just pleasure, but something else that she hadn’t even realized she needed: A window into the woman who had been waiting inside her all along, a woman who was at least a little bit brave and adventurous.
And, boy, had she been rewarded for that bravery again and again with his mouth and hands—and then his penis.
Thinking back on everything he’d done to her the night before made her body heat up again, her skin pricking with intense awareness. Comfort shifted to arousal, and with that shift came the realization that Cole was hard and throbbing against her hips where he was spooning her.
Even after he’d climaxed, his penis had been larger than any she’d seen before. Erect, it was mind-blowing, both in length and girth. Somehow she’d been able to stretch for him. As the memories of what they'd done came back to her the morning after with perfect clarity, her stomach clenched and arousal spilled through her. Readying her for his touch, just as it had the night before.
Only this time, she didn’t want to be tied up. She didn’t need it. Not when she knew just what Cole’s touch, his kisses, did to her. Not when she wanted to touch him, kiss him, lick him, nip at him, the way he’d done all those things to her when she’d been his silk-bound captive.
Pure feminine instinct had her threading her fingers through his hand on her breast and shimmying her hips into his hard heat.
A low, almost inaudible groan came from behind her and she smiled. Until last night she hadn’t known that there was a super-sexual woman lying in wait inside her. But now that she did, she found that she wanted to expose her more fully in the arms of the man to whom she’d inexplicably given her trust.
Trusting him wasn’t something that should have made sense, but maybe, she thought, as the pad of his thumb rubbed light circles around her areola, that had been her problem all along.
She’d wanted everything to make sense. Had insisted on it. But maybe love didn’t make sense.
Not that she was in love with Cole. She liked him. She lusted for him. But love? No. She wasn’t there yet. Not after only ten hours together.
But could she fall in love with him one day?
If he always treated her the way he had last night, as though she were a precious gift to be cherished, worshiped? Then, yes, she probably wouldn’t be able to stop herself from falling in love with him.
A hairy, muscled leg pushed between hers as Cole used his thigh to open her up to him.
Anna could now feel exactly how wet she was as her slick flesh—he’d called it a pussy, and instead of being horrified, the word had only aroused her more—rubbed against him. Her clit was already swollen and she loved the way the hair on his leg rasped against the hard nub where all of her pleasure seemed to be centered.
Before she realized it, she was riding his thigh, grinding into it harder and harder as his hand on her breast stopped teasing the puckered nipple and started squeezing it in earnest.
Oh God. She couldn’t believe it. She was going to come.
After the way Cole had drawn out her climax the night before, after experiencing the exquisite release, she had thought she’d be sated for a while—longer than a handful of hours, certainly. Never in a million years did she think she’d be getting herself off against his leg first thing in the morning...or that the pleasure would be even greater for the slightly wicked nature of it.
Reaching for the peak, Anna squeezed her eyes shut and arched into his hand at her breast. Her breath caught in her throat as the first explosions started to rock through her. The shockingly wide, hard pressure of Cole’s cock head against her labia stilled her. But then hard-tipped fingers came down over her clit, throwing her into an even harder climax, just as Cole pushed into her snug channel.
Still slightly sore from the previous night’s lovemaking, her internal tissue tried to protest the invasion, but her continued desire for the man now taking her so roughly—so wonderfully—overpowered that protest with a flood of moisture to ease his passage.
“Open up for me, sweet Anna,” he urged her in that sinfully hot voice that would have turned her insides into a puddle if they weren’t already there.
She could feel how tightly her internal muscles were squeezing his hard shaft despite how much she wanted him inside of her. She tried to take a deep breath, but all that did was tighten her down on him further.
“I want to,” she whispered, and she did. “I’m trying,” she said, and she was. “Help me,”
she begged him, still pleading with him for her pleasure, even past the night hours.
Holding himself perfectly still inside her, not nearly all the way there but still so big she thought she might burst from the exquisite pressure, she felt his tongue move across the top of her shoulder, one long, smooth, wet stroke all the way up her neck to her earlobe. Without any effort on her part at all, her muscles unclenched and let go of their tight grip on him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised as he slid deeper, her muscles and flesh separating for him. “So tight. So hot.” His tongue found her neck again. “So soft.“ She tilted her head back so that her mouth could find his and he murmured, “So sweet,” against her lips.
His tongue found hers and then he was slipping out of her and repositioning them so that she was flat on her back, with her legs spread wide open. He found a condom in the bedside table and she watched with rapt fascination—and desperate desire—as he slipped it over the crest of his erection, then all the way down the thick, long shaft, shiny with her juices.
“You’re beautiful, Cole.”
He went suddenly still between her thighs, a heartbeat away from plunging back into her wet heat. “You’re not scared anymore?”
She blushed to remember how worried she’d been last night, how frightened she’d been of his size, his sensuality. When he’d undone her blindfold, the size of his erect penis made her blanch with shock, with the sure knowledge that she couldn’t possibly take him inside without being torn in two.
It didn’t occur to her to be anything but honest. “How can I be scared when you make me feel so good?”
His pupils, already dark, nearly doubled in size as he looked down at her nakedness, the way her thighs were spread open for him, the way her breasts shook and bounced as she reached for him.
“You make me feel good, too, Anna. So good I’m surprised the pleasure isn’t killing me.”
No one had ever wanted her like this. No one had ever looked at her with such dangerous heat. No one had ever tied her up and played with her body until she was begging, pleading, crying for release.
No one but Cole.
Her husband.
At the exact moment that she pulled his head down for a kiss, he drove into her pussy, hard and deep. She lost her exhale to his lungs and he took what was left of her breath with a searing kiss.
“Again. Just like that,” she begged against his mouth.
But instead of granting her this wish, he took long, slow glides in, then out of her, one after the other.
“You’re still too sore, too swollen.” He grimaced as he pushed back inside. “I shouldn’t even be taking you now. It’s too soon. You aren’t used to me, to my size.”
Anna knew she should appreciate the care he was taking with her, the way he was trying to protect her from pain, but the pleasure streaking through her system had pain turning to ecstasy, need turning to desperation.
Last night when she’d been bound to the bed frame, she hadn’t been able to control any part of their lovemaking. And Cole had been right—it was just what she needed to force herself to let go and embrace the greatest pleasure she’d ever known.
But this morning, the rules had changed.
She had changed.
And she would take what she wanted whether Cole thought she could handle it or not.
Reaching her hands around to hold onto his tight rear muscles, she thrust her hips up with all her might.
“Anna,” he all but shouted as she buried him to the hilt, so far in that she could feel his balls pressing in tight to her butt cheeks. Both of them stilled completely, panted, moaned.
Oh God. He was in so deep, deeper than last night, and she suddenly realized just how much he had held back his own needs on their wedding night.
“Don’t hold back, Cole.” Her voice was as dark and heavy as his now.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
She loved that he cared enough for her to want to protect her, but not now.
Not from this.
“Take me, Cole. Make me yours.”
She emphasized her demands with the strong, tight pull of her arms and legs wrapping around his body.
He cursed, grimaced, obviously tried to fight for control. “Sweet Anna.”
The heavy, hard weight of Cole’s body rammed into her, pushing so far down into the mattress that she could almost feel the box spring beneath it. But instead of being frightened, instead of regretting her impulsive, fevered request, she relished their lovemaking, every thrust, every groan, the hard slap of damp flesh as they came together and pulled apart in perfect rhythm.
Her inner muscles were clenching down on him again, harder than ever before, but instead of any pain there was nearly impossible pleasure, so deep and pure she could do nothing more than close her eyes and hold on as Cole gripped her hips and rammed his thick shaft into her, pulling her nipple into his mouth to rake his teeth across the stiff peak.
The muscles across his back and hips were drawn tight, the tendons taut and bulging as she gently scraped her nails across his skin.
Her belly tightened, her breasts arched into his mouth, her clit swelled.
And then she exploded, every muscle in her body seeming to tighten, then release, as she flew higher and higher into the blinding sparks that Cole was shooting off all around her.
The power of her orgasm shocked her into opening her eyes and that was when she realized he was propping himself up, one strong arm on either side of her face. He was staring down at her with such wonder, such amazement, that her heart almost stopped beating.
“Cole.”
She whispered his name, reached up to cup his beautiful face in her hands. Just as their lips touched, he stilled, tightened, grew even bigger within her slick walls. She wanted to feel him explode, wanted to know that she’d made him feel as good as he’d made her feel the night before.
“Come for me, Cole.”
The same words from his lips had sent her over the edge only hours before. And now she was the one taking him there.
* * *
Cole hadn’t thought anything could top the previous night, certainly not first-thing-in-the-morning sex. But feeling Anna’s hands on his skin, her arms and legs wrapped around him, knowing her desire—rather than his knowledge of all the things he planned to teach her—was leading their dance ... hell, it was like nothing he’d ever known.
Cradling her in his arms, he rolled over to his back. Looking down at her, he saw that her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her lips.
“That was incredible.”
He stroked her back and she moved closer, her head in the crook of his shoulder, breathing soft and even. He was amazed by everything about her. Her sweetness, how she managed to retain her innocence even after he’d been fucking her hard and deep, but especially the way she’d given him her trust.
All he’d been looking for was a good girl. Somehow, he’d gotten so much more.
Sunlight streamed in the windows. He didn’t want to wait much longer before taking Anna to meet his grandmother. She was going to love his new wife. Who wouldn’t?
The thought stopped him cold, his hand mid-stroke on Anna's back.
He couldn’t spend all day—or even all morning—in bed with Anna. He needed to get them up and out the door ASAP. His grandmother had looked tired and pale the previous morning. How quickly could cancer spread? How much time did he have left?
Cole abruptly threw off the covers and got out of bed. Anna stared at him, the furrow between her eyebrows speaking to her confusion.
“We need to get going soon.” He pulled her out of the bed, more roughly than he intended. “Let’s go shower.”
Anna tugged her hand from his. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Especially after we just ...” Her flushed cheeks filled in the rest of the sentence.
Fear and worry for his grandmother suddenly taking precedence over everything, he said,
“I want to introduce you to my grandmother. She’s better in the morning.”
Anna’s face—which was even prettier in the light of day—immediately softened. Coming toward him, she put her hands back in his.
“I’d love to meet her, Cole.”
Using the moment to his advantage, he drew her across the room into the large, tiled bathroom. He couldn’t wait to spend some time with Anna in the huge Jacuzzi tub, was practically salivating at the thought of turning the jets onto her, watching her come apart beneath the pulsating streams of water he’d aim directly at her clit. But that ridiculously potent fantasy would have to wait.
He turned the shower on and when the water was warm enough, brought Anna under the spray. She reached for the shampoo and even though they needed to hurry, he plucked it from her fingers.
“I’ll wash you,” he said, each word gruffer than the one before.
His dick grew bigger with every stroke of his fingertips against her scalp, as he tilted her head back slightly and watched the soapy water stream down her spine and over her luscious ass.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he picked up a bar of soap and ran it over every inch of her soft skin.
She shivered against him, moaning softly as he soaped and rinsed her breasts, her arms, her belly, her legs, and then—finally—her sweet pussy.
Cole barely held onto his control as he grazed her clit with his fingertips, then pushed the soap all the way along her labia, from clit to anus.
Her legs all but buckled beneath her as he stroked her clean and he had to catch her in his arms to keep her from falling.
“How can I still want you?” she whispered into his chest. “How can I still need you after everything we’ve just done?”
There was no hope for it. Hating himself for taking any longer than he had to before bringing her to his grandmother, Cole simply couldn’t resist what Anna was offering.
Still holding her in his arms, he moved her so that her back was flat against the tiles. She gasped as she felt his erection pressed hard and thick against her belly.
“Hold onto my neck,” he instructed her.
Her hands trembled as she complied, but he knew it wasn’t nerves this time that had her shaky. It was pure, unfettered lust.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, up against the wall in the shower.”
Her tongue came out to lick at her lips, her teeth biting down on her full lower lip in uncertainty. Somewhere in the back of Cole’s brain he knew he was pushing her too far, too fast, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Not when he wanted Anna this badly.
Not when he’d been almost incoherent with lust since the moment he’d set eyes on her.
Not when even the previous two times he’d taken her hadn’t done a damn thing to slake that desire.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, sweetheart.”
Without waiting for her agreement—because he wasn’t asking, he was demanding—in one swift move, he put his hands on her ass, and as she opened her legs to him, he lifted her up and slid her down onto his throbbing shaft.
