Seduction, compliments of Steve Madden (Warning: explicit!)

Chapter 1

Friday morning, I threw open my closet doors and prepared for war. Shoving aside my jeans, I pulled out my stash of little black dresses, compliments of Frederick’s, and laid them over the bed. Hands on hips, I eyed them one by one. I had one I had never had the balls to wear – a slinky silk creation that just covered my ass and had a cleverly disguised slit right down the front that fell open when I leaned forward. I’d have to be careful not to flash the bartender, but… I turned back to my closet and began digging through my shoes. I justified my shoe collection by saying my feet hadn’t grown since I was in middle school (which was true), but the truth is, I’m a shoe slut. Finally, at the bottom of the pile, I found what I was looking for. With a grin, I backed carefully out of the closet, ducking under rain coats and prom dresses, and tossed my prize triumphantly in my open suitcase: five inch strappy black leather stilettos that zipped up the back. Those were Sex Shoes with a capital S (or rather, two, but who’s counting), and they were going to get me laid tonight.

Now, you might be raising your eyebrows and thinking, “This girl is a skank!”, and if I was heading out to a bar to pick up the guy with the biggest biceps and smallest alcohol tolerance, I’d agree with you. As it happens, however, I was on my way to visit my boyfriend for the weekend. My boyfriend of 6 months whom I hadn’t yet had sex with.

I should probably explain myself further, because now you’re probably thinking that I’m off to seduce my innocent, religious boyfriend who somehow escaped the church’s fold and wound up with sex-before-marriage me. Nope – his friends had helpfully regaled with me with enough tales of his one-night stands that I was convinced it wasn’t a moral issue, and I’d conveniently left the bathroom door open while changing enough times to be convinced it wasn’t me either. I was pretty sure I knew what the problem was. He’d been paralyzed 8 years ago, and was uncomfortable with his body. I’ve been patient and understanding and tried to convince him I think he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t believe me, so I decided it’s time for plan B. I’m going to get him so turned on he doesn’t care about his own body, and then I’m going to show him how hot I think he is. After all, there are certain reactions a woman can’t fake – and the man’s been driving me mad for so long, it’s definitely payback time.

I loaded up the car, kissed my four-legged kids goodbye, and hit the road as soon as I got home from work Friday afternoon. I texted him illegally at the first stop light I hit to let him know I was on the way, and got the usual response – “Great! Drive safe – can’t wait to see you! Love you! AND STOP TEXTING AND DRIVING!” He does tend to worry. I usually have to fudge my departure time – he got suspicious when it took him a half hour longer to make the drive. Oops. I plugged my iPod in and settled in for the drive.

Chapter 2

I pulled into his driveway just after 8:00 pm and climbed out – my dominatrix-in-training outfit was tucked away in my bag. We were meeting some friends out at the bar tonight, and I had a feeling that he wouldn’t let me out of the house wearing that dress unless we were already running late, so I was going to have to be a bit sneaky. I let myself in (I had a key and we still hadn’t had sex! Backwards!) and followed the sound of Tina Turner into the kitchen. I paused for a moment in the doorway – he hadn’t heard me yet. I still got butterflies in my stomach, even after 6 months, and felt a zing of desire as soon as I laid eyes on him. He was at the sink, washing dishes, his least favorite chore. A dish towel was thrown over one powerful shoulder, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms rippling with muscles I knew felt like solid steel. The muscles in his back shifted subtly under his shirt as he lifted a pan, and I felt my pulse leap. God, what this man did to me. Even his voice hit me in a place I usually didn’t mention in public. I smiled a little as I watched him grab a wheel and whip sideways, laying the pan down, and listened to his powerful baritone join in with Tina, belting “What’s love got to do…” He spotted me in the doorway, and a grin spread across his face, before he guiltily reached over and turned off the stereo.

“Hey babe!! What are you doing here so early??”

Ah crap, I’d forgotten to adjust my departure time to normal-person speed on the highway. I just grinned back and crossed the kitchen. I slung a leg over his lap and sat down facing him. Immediately, he dragged me against his chest in a huge bear hug, forcing the air out of my lungs. I burrowed into his chest and locked my hands behind his back. I waited all week for this, and it was always worth it.

“God I missed you, babe,” he murmured quietly into my hair.

I smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Missed you too, hun.”

I pulled back a little and smiled into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Dishwashing to Tina Turner, huh?”

He blushed and said, “Yeah, well, my iPod was on shuffle. Not my fault.”

“Uh huh.”

For a 6’0 tall truck-driving, deer-shooting redneck, he sure had a soft spot for bad 80’s music. But that was alright, because I had a soft spot for teddy bear tough guys. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a light kiss to one corner of his mouth, then the other corner, before tilting my head and sliding the tip of my tongue along his lips. He smiled against my mouth and took over, slipping his tongue into my mouth, running it along the tender inside of my lower lip before delving further and dancing with my tongue. As always, my body responded immediately – I felt my breathing speed up, and pressed my hips forward against his, leaning into his chest and tangling my fingers in his short hair. His arms were tight around my lower back, holding me against him, but as I leaned forward, we started to roll backward and he let go to grab the wheels, breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, knowing my pupils must be huge. He laughed.

“You did miss me, huh?”

I narrowed my eyes and nipped him on the neck before climbing off his lap.

“Hey, we’re supposed to meet Liz and Chris up at JoAnn’s in an hour – let me finish up in here, then I’ll hop in the shower and we can head out, ok?”

“Sounds good!”

I turned to pick up my bag by the door, and he took the opportunity to smack me in the ass with the dish towel. I jumped and turned back around, hands on hips. He backed up quickly, grinning.

“Love you babe!”

I rolled my eyes and headed back to the bedroom to put my stuff away. He was so gonna get it tonight.

Chapter 3

A half hour later, he wheeled back into the living room where I was waiting, still dressed in my work clothes. Fresh from the shower, he smelled delicious and I was half tempted to abandon my plan and jump his bones right there – but no, I needed the time to build up his desire, as well as the alcohol to break down his defenses.  I watched him roll towards me, shoulders and chest tightening and relaxing with each turn of the wheel, his broad, powerful upper body a stark contrast to his long skinny legs. To me, his body was the definition of beautiful, and I hoped that, after tonight, he’d understand that.

“Hey babe, you ready?”

“Give me a second to change!”

“You’ve got…” – he checked the clock – “ten minutes!”

I raised one eyebrow. “I’ll be out in fifteen!” I retorted, and got up, heading past him toward the bathroom. He caught me around the waist, and reached up for a quick kiss. I leaned down and froze for a moment, drinking in the heady, sex-in-a-bottle scent of his aftershave. I really, really needed my plan to work. Or else I was going to implode.

He didn’t notice my aftershave-induced coma, saying “That’s fine. We can be a few minutes late. It’ll probably take me that long to button this damn shirt!”

He glared down at his dress shirt, hanging open over his undershirt. He was convinced that the buttons were possessed - his hands, strong and rough from years of wheeling, didn’t do so well with buttons.

I knew that if it was just him he’d never have bothered, so I slipped behind him and slid my hands along his shoulders and down over his chest, pressing my breasts into his upper back, and murmured in his ear, “You could just leave it unbuttoned. I wouldn’t mind.”

I felt him suck in a quick breath, but he regained his composure way too quickly, and said, “Yeah, but then it’d get caught in my wheels.”

I straightened up, tweaking his nipple along the way and nipping his earlobe.

“I guess I’ll have to be deprived of your chest till later tonight then…” I said as I turned toward the bathroom and The Outfit.

I locked the door behind me and stripped down quickly. I did NOT want him interrupting me before I was ready. I stripped down, damn near yanking out my nose ring as I whipped my shirt off over my head. “Shit!!” I peered in the mirror, blinking tears out of my watering eyes at I stared at my now slightly reddened nose. Well. That’s a sexy look right there. I splashed some cold water on my face and decided to leave my makeup till last.

I slipped out of my everyday undies and pulled out the pair I was going to wear tonight – you know, the kind that aren’t designed to stay on longer than a few hours – or at least not once your man sees them. I held them up to the mirror with a smile – a g-string sporting a tiny triangle of see-through black lace. Well, really, they were justified - panty lines would totally ruin the dress I was wearing. I had a little more trouble justifying the tiny glittering rhinestones that spanned my back between my hips, but hey, they’re part of The Outfit. I slid them on carefully, and slithered into the dress, quickly bending down to zip into my heels before I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wanted to get the full effect at once. I straightened carefully and eyed my reflection. My long curls were loose, tumbling over my shoulders and down my back. I’d tousled them just enough to give them that I’ve-been-making-out-in-a-dark-corner look, and my eyes were already glowing with sexual awareness. The black silk hugged my waist and flowed loosely over my hips and butt, the hem flicking up to show shadowy glimpses of my taught upper thighs as I walked. The heels raised me from 5’3” to 5’8” and accentuated the way my hips rolled. As for the bodice of the dress… well. I had high, firm breasts, which were great, except when you wanted to go bra-less. What did Will always say…Oh yeah. “Bing!! Turkey’s done!” (Having never cooked a turkey, I had to resort to google to figure out what he meant). I turned sideways, checking my, ahh, prominence in the mirror. The dress was lined well enough that, unless we wound up in the freezer section in WalMart, I figured I wouldn’t be too scandalous. A deep vee of skin and the outer curves of my breasts were exposed, and when I leaned forward, the two pieces of material forming the front of the dress fell open to reveal my breasts and stomach. I snickered. He didn’t stand a chance. I added the finishing touches to my makeup, and opened the bathroom door. He was leaning over, picking up one of his shoes, one hand bracing himself on the push rim of his chair. Hearing the door open, he asked “Ready? We’re going to have to…” he looked up, lost his grip on the wheel, and fell forward. Catching himself quickly, he pushed upright and stared.

“Leave?” I asked innocently.

“What? Oh, umm, yeah. You look…wow. Wow. Are you sure… yeah, yeah, we have to go.”

He backed up to let me pass, and I peeked over my shoulder as I walked to the door, hips twitching. His eyes were slightly glazed over, and glued to my ass. This was going to work.

Chapter 4

We headed out to his truck. I never tired of watching him climb in, and he was comfortable enough with me by now that he let me tear his chair apart – at first, I’d been strictly forbidden from helping “because I’m too small and his chair is heavy.” Men. His truck is AWESOME – a big beastie with 35” mud tires, open exhaust and a 454 under the hood – and it’s also HUGE. The seats are about level with his head! He leaned one forearm on the seat for balance, hooked the other under his knees and tossed his feet up into the truck. Moving quickly before his legs could get tight and misbehave, he reached up, grabbed the wheel in one hand and the door handle in the other, and lifted himself onto the edge of the seat. One leg slipped out of the truck, spasming a little, and he scooted over into the middle of the seat before grabbing it and yanking it back in the truck, pressing down on his knee until it stopped tweaking. I leaned down and popped the wheels off his chair. As I straightened to hand them to him, he raised an eyebrow.

“You aren’t going to put it in the bed?”

“Do you see what I’m wearing?”

“I noticed.”

“Exactly,” I retorted, and handed him a wheel. I almost always wind up with mud on me somewhere if I lift his chair into the bed (it’s level with my chest, for Christ’s sake!) and while I normally don’t mind, that was NOT happening tonight.

Finished loading his chair, I crossed behind the truck to my side. He’d already started it, and as I walked behind it, he floored it. The blast of exhaust flipped the skirt of my dress up, as I’m sure he planned, and as I stuck my tongue out in his direction, I saw his eyes go round in the side view mirror. The second I opened the passenger side door, he demanded “Are you wearing underwear??”

“Of course I am!” I responded, pretending to be insulted.

He eyed me suspiciously, but decided to let it slide.

We backed out and were well on our way when I interrupted the radio announcer with a calm, “At least I am for now.”
He swerved slightly and glanced over at me, then muttered, “Jesus.”

I turned my head toward the window and smiled.

We’d been at the bar almost an hour and a half, and I was getting worried. He was definitely onto me, and was putting up a fight. He was still nursing his first beer. Damn it! I was thinking frantically, trying to keep up with the conversation I was having with Liz, when she suddenly stood and grabbed my hand.

“Come on!”

Will’s head whipped around immediately – he’d been keeping a very close eye on me, warning off other guys with a possessive hand on my knee and occasionally setting me on his lap if they still didn’t get the hint. If I tried to get cozy though, it was back to my own chair.

“Where are you two off to?”
“I need a bathroom buddy!” Liz said with a wink. I knew that was bullshit, but I rose and followed her. I could feel Will’s eyes burning a hole in my back, and I turned and blew him a kiss over my shoulder. His jaw clenched and he turned back to the guys. As soon as the bathroom door shut behind us, Liz turned on me.

“Ok, what’s going on?”

I hesitated – Will was very private and I didn’t really want to explain the problem.

Liz rolled her eyes, and said, “Look, I know something’s up! Can I help?”

“This is going to sound terrible, but I need to get him to relax and not be… well, not over think things.”

“Beer?”

“Yes!!”

“Hmmm….” We both stood there, thinking. This was just getting depressing.

“Well, you could always make him feel like he needs the beer.”

“How?”

“Are you wearing anything under that?”

“Umm… sort of?”

“Take it off,” Liz replied with an evil grin.

I smiled. A woman after my own heart!

I went into a stall and shimmed out of my g-string. Balling it in my fist, not that it made much of a ball, I sashayed back out of the bathroom, Liz in tow. Will had been watching the door, one elbow on the table, and as I approached, he pushed himself upright and unconsciously took a swig of beer, eyes glued to my hips. Maybe this would work…

I settled myself carefully on his lap, both legs over one wheel, and he quickly laid one forearm over my thighs, as much for balance as to hold the hem of my dress down, I guessed. I smiled at him, and pressed my little lace present into his other hand, under the table.

“What’s this?” he asked.

I leaned toward him and breathed into his ear, “My underwear.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope.”

He carefully tucked them into his pocket and without a word picked up his beer and took another swig.

Liz winked at me, and he must have caught the gesture, because he growled a little and retaliated by wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pressing his cold beer right between my breasts. I flinched and smacked his arm, hissing, “Unless you want the whole bar to see my nipples, you better quit!”

He sucked in a breath and demanded, “You’re not wearing a bra either?”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you would stop putting ICE on my boobs!”

“JESUS, woman!”

Another swig of beer. This was working quite well!

I stayed put on his lap for the next hour and by his third beer he’d quit tensing every time I moved. The bartender dropped off the next round of drinks for the table and I leaned forward to snag mine, forgetting for a moment to be careful of my dress. It gaped open, giving Will a clear shot of…everything. He choked on his beer, slammed it down on the table and yanked me back against his chest. Luckily, no one else had seen, but he still held me tightly against him, coughing a little. Glaring at me, eyes still watering from beer down the wrong pipe, he said quietly, “I think you’re missing some buttons.”

“It was designed this way!”

“What kind of a…We are going home as soon as you finish that drink,” he growled.

Shit. He looked mad. He must have read my mind, as usual, because he added, “I’m not mad, but I sure as hell am not letting anyone else see what I just saw.”

Relieved, I planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Trust me, baby, you’re the only one who’s allowed tickets to this show.”

Chapter 5

I have never finished a vodka cran so fast in my entire life. The second I set it down, he boosted me off his lap and told Chris and Liz we were going to call it a night. Liz gave me a huge smile and Chris added, “I don’t blame you!” We wound our way through the tables towards the exit. Out in the parking lot, he snagged my wrist and let me pull him while he dug his keys out of his pocket. Unlocking the truck, he climbed in and then ordered gruffly, “Get in.”

“Well, let me get your chair…”
“I’ll do it! There are four guys outside smoking, just waiting for you to bend over!” I glanced over my shoulder. He was right – I never noticed these things. I went back to my side of the truck while he leaned out and ripped one wheel off at a time, laying them in the back seat, before hefting up the frame and tossing it in.

He reached out and shut the door, then shifted one leg out of the way of his hand controls before starting the truck. A moment later, we were flying down the back roads, windows down, listening to Alan Jackson deny being a stalker. I leaned forward and slipped off my heels – sexy, yes, but comfortable they were not – and put my feet up on the dash. The summer wind whipped in the window and the hem of my dress danced along my thigh, revealing my ass. His deep voice joined Alan’s, and I smiled. He reached over and laid one hand on my thigh and I knew we’d figure this out.

The headlights skimmed over miles of run-down fencing and reflected off the eyes of startled cows as we cruised toward home. Suddenly, he reached over and turned the radio off.

“Hey babe, do you like peaches?”

I looked at him questioningly, but he just raised his eyebrows and waited for my answer. “Well, yeah…”

“Good.” He turned off the main road and onto an unpaved dirt road. I could see the taillights glowing in the cloud of dust we threw up as I gazed out the window, trying to figure out where we were. All I could see were shadowy trees.

“Where are we?”

“Peaches!” he said, whipping the truck hard to the right. I saw the low hanging branch with several rotten peaches barely clinging to it a split second before it smacked into the mirror, splattering rotten peach guts into the open window. I gasped, feeling the sticky juice running down my arm.

He stopped the truck, laughing so hard I could barely understand him.

“I swear… I didn’t see… I didn’t think it was gonna…the look on your face…”

Quietly, I reached out the window and picked another rotten peach off the tree. I waited for him to stop laughing and reach across the truck, laying a conciliatory hand on my knee. Then I whipped it at him, nailing him right in the forehead. He jerked back, spluttering, and glared at me, peach juice dripping down his cheek. I snickered.

“You’re crazy, babe.”

“That’s why you love me!”

He looked at me for a minute, then the corner of his mouth kicked up and I knew I was safe. “Yeah, but I should never have told you that.”

He snagged a towel out of the back seat and wiped the peach guts off both of us before inching the truck far enough forward that I could grab two ripe peaches off the tree. I scooted across the truck, straddling the console so I could sit next to him as we sat in the darkness eating our peaches. He finished his first and leaned across me to grab a bite of mine. I interrupted his thievery with a kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as the kiss deepened. He absently tossed the peach pits out the window and effortlessly pulled me onto his lap. I lay with my back against the door, my legs stretched across his lap, as he cradled me against his chest. I worked one hand under his shirt, pressing my hand against the solid muscles of his chest, and one of his hands slipped in the open front of my dress, cupping my hip. He lifted his head, looking down at me, and said, “Damn, babe… let’s head home.”

“Only if you promise we can continue this.”

“Damn straight! Now get over there,” he said, lifting me back over the console and starting the truck.

Chapter 6

As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I lifted my legs down from the dash and zipped back into my heels. Dropping carefully down out of truck, I crossed around to his side and grabbed his chair before he could drop it on the concrete. I thought it deserved a little more respect than that, but he apparently disagreed. I popped the wheels back on and set the brakes – I’d forgotten once and been accused, jokingly, of trying to sabotage him – and got out of the way. He dropped his cushion in place and swung down out of the truck, sliding an arm under his knees and shoving backward away from the truck until his feet dropped off the floorboard. He set them quickly on the foot plate, paused to yank up his pants (the bane of his existence) and then looked up at me, eyes burning. Oh shit. I turned and scooted into the house ahead of him.

“I, umm, think I’m going to go clean up! I still have peach juice all down my arm!”

“I’ll be in bed.”

I slipped in the bathroom and half shut the door behind me. He was still tense and even though I knew he was turned on, I still wasn’t sure he’d go for it. I bit my lip, staring at my reflection. Well, all or nothing. I turned on the water and concentrated on washing off the rotten peach guts on my arm. I listened carefully as he came out of the other bathroom, opening and shutting drawers in the bedroom – finally I heard the telltale complaint of the bed springs as he transferred. He was in bed. I reached out with one toe and pushed the door open a little farther…a little farther… there. The mirror on the back of the door was now at just the right angle that he’d be able to see me from the bed. I lifted up one leg and rested my toe on the counter, leaning forward to remove my stiletto. I scooped up a little lotion from the open jar on the sink and slowly worked my way up my leg, smoothing it in. I heard a muffled groan coming from the bedroom and peeked in the mirror. He had yanked a pillow over his head! Frustrated, I dropped my leg and quickly yanked off my other shoe. I paused a moment, staring in the mirror. His grip on the pillow was white-knuckled. I smirked. Quietly, I let my dress drop to the floor. Completely naked, I glanced down at myself. Oh, the sacrifices one makes for love. Full Brazilians ain’t for the faint of heart, but let me tell you, THAT is a sign of true love. I leaned forward slightly, pretending to be checking a contact in the mirror, and called out quietly, “Hey babe, do you see my contact solution in there somewhere?”

I knew he was too much the gentleman to ignore me. Sure enough, he pulled the pillow off his head to look around for the bottle and stopped dead as he caught my reflection. I decided to press my advantage and strolled into the bedroom.

I smiled and dropped onto to all fours as I crawled slowly across the bed towards him. His eyes were running over me and as I eased down onto my stomach next to him, he abruptly yanked me onto his chest and crushed me against him. I went willingly, slipping one leg between his, enjoying the feel of his cooler skin against mine.

“I love you,” he whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

I took a deep breath. Now was the time. I straightened a little, so I could see his face, and replied, “I do know that, and I’d like to show you just how much I love you – if you’re ok with that.”

He pulled my head back down to his shoulder and I slipped my arm across his chest, holding him tight against me. He was quiet for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling.

“I just…well, little Will doesn’t always cooperate and it makes me feel like…less of a man somehow.”

I was quiet too – I was thrilled that he’d opened up, but I also knew that I needed to tread carefully. Finally, I responded, “I’ve done my homework – it’s not a surprise, and it doesn’t bother me or upset me at all. I’d like to make you feel good in whatever way works.” I paused, considering, then asked, “Would it feel good if I were to go down on you?”

His hand tightened on the back of my neck and he cleared his throat before answering, “Yes.”

“Can you trust that I’ll enjoy giving you pleasure, even if you don’t get completely hard?”

He hesitated, then shifted, slipping his hands under my arms and lifting me so that I hung over him, eye to eye. He smiled. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

I grinned. “You just wait.”

His grin faded a little and he said quietly, “I just wish I were…” he trailed off.

“You are my idea of perfect and I’m going to prove it.”

He looked up at me, still held hostage above him, then finally said, “Ok” and let me down.

I lay sprawled across his chest and quickly slid forward, slipping a hand under his neck and my tongue into his mouth. His hands found my hips immediately, pressing me into him. I tangled a bare leg around one of his and felt it spasm under me.  I slid my hands up into his hair and pulled away from his mouth, nuzzling my way down his neck, nipping and licking, until I hit the collar of his undershirt. I tugged with my teeth as he found my earlobe with his mouth, but his shoulders already strained the material and I couldn’t get to his sensitive collarbones. Unacceptable. I pulled back, sitting halfway up, and yanked at the hem of his shirt. “Off!”

He froze. “Babe… my scars, they’re, uh, pretty bad.”

“Are you bothered by the scar on my shoulder?”

“No!” he exclaimed, looking affronted.

I just looked at him. His eyes narrowed.

“I really hate it when you use logic. Unfair.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know you’re bothered by your scars and there’s nothing I can do to change that… but you are depriving me of your delicious muscles!”

He looked a little surprised. “Delicious?”

“Yes, delicious. As in, they make me want to eat you. You are man-gorgeous.”

He just stared at me for a moment, then pushed himself up on his elbows and looked up at me.

“Well?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

I grabbed the hem of shirt and pushed it up his chest, yanking it out from under his back. When I had it up around his shoulders, he lay back and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. I gazed at the wide expanse of yum spread out in front of me and grinned. His chest was broad and solid, his pecs well defined and his upper abs taut. His lower abs faded into a loose, flat belly that I loved just as much as the bulging biceps he showed off, crossing his arms beneath his head. Show time.

Chapter 7

He grinned as I slid one leg across his hips, settling on his lap, and reached for my breasts. I pulled back sharply, reaching for the tube of Udder Balm on the nightstand, and handed it to him.

“This first.”

“What is that stuff?”

I rolled my eyes. “You know what it is! I bought it for you three weeks ago so your hands wouldn’t get so rough and…” – I flipped open the lid – “you haven’t even opened it!”

“It’s too girly.”

“It’s Udder Balm! Farmers use it! How is that girly??”

“It goes on tits!!!”

“Cow tits, not people tits!” I exclaimed.

He crossed his arms and glared at me mutinously. I tried a different tactic.

“My boobs don’t need to be sanded by 20 grit! It hurts.”

His eyes narrowed further and he clamped his hands under his armpits so I couldn’t get to them. Men.

“Fine.” I said, returning the Udder Balm to the nightstand and picking up my own jar of girly, wild cherry scented body butter. “But you can’t tell me I’m not allowed to put lotion on myself.”

I scooped up a palmful of the thick, silky lotion and slowly began rubbing it into my breasts, dabbing some on the sensitive undersides before working it into my skin. The lotion felt chilly and my nipples rapidly tightened into firm buds. I heard his breathing change and glanced at him. His mouth had fallen open, his eyes growing heavy lidded again – and they were definitely not focused on my face. I smiled, grabbed the lotion jar and rose up a little, leaning over him to put the jar back on the table. My breasts swung just over his face, the nipples begging for attention. As I sat back, he reached up and cupped them, forefinger and thumb sliding over the taut flesh to pinch my nipples lightly. I let my head fall back, hands resting behind me on his cool thighs, and pushed my breasts into his palms as he began kneading them, pinching and pulling at my nipples as they grew a darker pink. I smiled secretly as I felt his palms begin to soften against my skin as the lotion I’d applied soaked in. He was going to smell like cherries for days.

My eyes slid shut and I moaned a little, enjoying his strong hands lathering attention on my breasts. I heard his low chuckle and my eyes flew open again. Oh no, he was not pulling that trick! It was finally my turn to enjoy his body. I sat up and slowly stretched out on top of him, pressing my breasts into his chest, tightening one leg on the outside of his hip. I knew he could feel pressure below the level of his injury and that he liked having me sprawled on top of him, so I carefully aligned his hips with mine and leaned down, finding his mouth. His hands ran up and down my thighs, tensing when I delved deep into his mouth with my tongue, pausing when I shifted to suck at the side of his neck, gently drawing his skin into my mouth and sucking lightly at the corded muscle there. He turned his head to give me better access. He was so sensitive above his injury – and I loved exploiting it. I ran my tongue lightly down his neck, finding his collarbones and nipping with my teeth. One of his hands rose to cup the back of my neck, pressing me down against his chest as I rocked my hips against him. I slid slowly down his body, my hair spilling across his chest, working one leg between his so I could press my thigh against his crotch. His legs felt cool against mine, a burning contrast to the heat of chest, which heaved under me as I found his nipples. I never went for the direct approach – that was too easy. I danced my hands over his chest, carefully avoiding his nipples, circling closer then farther away, as I licked and nipped along his collarbones and ribcage. I paid special attention to the line where normal feeling faded into sensations of pressure and heat only – he’d once told me it was very sensitive. He gasped as I bit him there, just under his rib cage, and I apologized with a gentle, slow lick. I eased back up his body, nuzzling his chest, rubbing my breasts against the warmth of his skin, getting closer and closer to his nipples.

“Babe…”

I smiled against his chest and gently laid my tongue directly over his nipple. He froze. I pressed lightly, rhythmically, using the palm of my hand to imitate my movements on his other nipple. He sucked in a hard breath and I felt his hand tangle in my hair. I used the tip of my tongue to flick the now-hard nub of his nipple, copying the motion with my fingernail on his other side.

“Christ!” he breathed out in a rush. I closed my mouth over his nipple and sucked it into my mouth. He went wild, yanking on my hair and arcing up, his powerful chest lifting under me. I smiled against his chest, tightening my teeth around the nub, and he jerked and abruptly hooked me under the arms, yanking me up his chest and pressing my head into the crook of his neck. He was breathing hard and I could feel his lower abs trembling underneath me.

I leaned forward and breathed into his ear, “You know, I’m just going to keep going, no matter how hard you yank on my hair. You’re going to have to say ‘stop’.”

At the feel of my hot breath washing over his ear, he shuddered, goose bumps breaking out all over his arms.

“Fuck me…” he muttered, and I smiled.

“That’s the point, babe.”

He groaned and then released me.

“Can you hand me the bottle of water?”

I sat up and grabbed it for him. He picked up a small packet off the table and emptied a pill into his palm before quickly popping it into his mouth and washing it down.

“It’ll, uhh, take a little while to kick in.”

“More time to torture you!”
His eyes widened slightly and I quickly reassured him, “The good kind of torture.”

I eased back down, working my way slowly down his body again. His breathing picked back up as I tweaked his nipples, laved his ribs with my tongue and nibbled at his hip bones. I glanced up at him as I lay next to him, one leg thrown possessively over both of his, my hair falling across his hips. He had one hand wrapped in my hair and was watching me, breathing unevenly. He nodded slightly and I grinned wickedly up at him as I slowly drew the hem of his boxer shorts down. He was at half mast. I wondered for a moment how much sensation he had – I’d never asked.

I closed my hand around the base of his penis and he gasped. That answered that question! I tightened my hand around the base, pulsing gently, and slowly lowered my mouth to the head. He quickly flipped my hair back over my shoulder so he could watch as I slipped his head between my lips. I circled my tongue lightly around the head, exploring, flicking gently along the crown, and I felt his lower abs tense under my head. I found the sensitive underside, using my tongue to press firmly while I tightened my lips around him. I kept one hand squeezing lightly at the base of his penis while the other wandered over his chest, my nails raking over his ribs or flicking his nipple. I increased the pressure, sucking his penis deep into my mouth, laving the crest and the underside with my tongue, swirling it around his shaft. He pressed one hand to the back of my neck, urging me on, while his breathing roughened and his legs began to twitch under me. I sucked deeper and harder, watching him out of the corner of my eye. He threw his head back, the muscles in his neck cording as his lower abs jumped and tensed. I slowed my movements, drawing back a bit and lipping the crest. He let out a harsh breath and looked down at me, eyes heavy lidded and glowing. I smiled and drew him fully into my mouth again, working my tongue around his shaft in time with my hand, pulsing at the base. He tensed again, the muscles in his arms shaking and one leg vibrating between mine. His hand pressed harder into the back of my neck, and I felt myself grow wet as I pressed tightly against him, sucking hard and watching his face. Suddenly, he pulled hard on my hair. Regretfully, I let him slip out of my mouth and looked up at him, panting. He was still shaking, so I pressed my thigh against his leg to stop the spasm.

Breathing hard, he growled, “Get up here.”

I slithered along his body, pouting.

“Why’d you stop me?”

“Because the pill hasn’t kicked in yet,” he responded. In one quick motion, he flipped me onto my back. He grabbed my arm and used it to pull himself up over me, balancing carefully on one arm. His legs spasmed, nearly throwing him back onto his back, but he caught my arm again and used it to steady himself.

“What?”  I asked.

“My turn,” he responded with a grin I didn’t trust at all.

Chapter 8

He practically threw me farther up the bed and lifted one of my legs up over his head so that I was lying on my back, his head and shoulders between my legs. We all know where this is going! He looked up at me, smiling, and I felt a burst of joy at the look on his face. I’d never seen him so unselfconscious, and if this was what it took to see him that way, well then. Yeah, I’m such a saint.

He had one of my knees hooked over his shoulder. His other forearm lay over my other leg, bracing him. Propped up on one hip, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the inside of my raised thigh, rubbing his cheek against my skin. I jerked slightly – it’d been a long time since I’d been touched this way and I still hadn’t readjusted. I’d only been interested in sex as an academic curiosity until Will and now my body was tight with desire and need. He slid his thumb gently along my bare lips, the skin silky smooth.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, then froze as he felt how wet I was. He looked up at me, incredulous.

I smiled a little. “I told you that you turn me on… I wasn’t lying, babe. There are some reactions a woman can’t fake.”

“Jesus,” he muttered, “I haven’t even touched you!”

“You don’t have to… your body, your voice, your hands on me anywhere – this is what you do to me.”

He turned his head and nipped at my inner thigh. I sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking when he gently slid his forefinger inside me. My sheath clenched tightly around his finger. I heard him whisper, “Holy hell.” He worked his finger gently in and out. Liquid heat built in my core. I glanced down the length of my body at him. His shoulder was solid under my thigh and he rested against my calf, using it to balance himself. His thumb slipped over my clit and I gasped, throwing my head back. I’d always been sensitive, but this… this was unreal. I could already feel light streaking along my nerves and knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. He slid another finger into me, increasing his tempo, continuing to rub my clit with his thumb. I lifted my hips slightly, meeting him, adjusting the angle slightly, until, HOLY SHIT, that was it! I whimpered, no longer able to keep my eyes open, thrusting to meet his hand and tangling the sheet in my fist. Faster, faster, I could feel the pleasure building… until suddenly, it stopped and he withdrew his fingers.

I let out a cry of protest, and, bewildered and outraged, I dragged open my eyelids and looked down at him. He was looking at me, eyes wild. He suddenly scooted me farther up the bed and eased down, replacing his thumb with his tongue. The heat of his tongue there, directly on my clit, was almost too much – I bucked, nearly throwing him off me. I heard him laugh as he pressed down harder on my hips, holding me down, but I was too far gone to care. I arched my back, calling his name, begging him incoherently for release. He tormented me, flicking his tongue lightly over my now swollen clit, then suddenly pressing his tongue firmly against the tight bud before sucking it into his mouth for a second or two – but never long enough! If he hadn’t been holding me down, I would have pulled away – the pleasure was so intense it felt like pain and I couldn’t handle it! Gasping and crying, I tried to reach the headboard to drag myself out from under him, but he was watching me and tightened his grip on my hips, nipping my clit lightly. Pure heat shot through me. Before I’d recovered, his sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth and pulled. I came hard, arching uncontrollably and gasping, my thighs and stomach quaking as my sheath clenched tightly, pulsing powerfully. Finally, I sank back onto the bed, panting and trembling. He flipped my leg back over his shoulder and dragged himself up the bed on his elbows, flipping over onto his back and pulling me onto his chest. I went, boneless. It had NEVER been like that for me. Ever.

“Feel good, babe?” he asked, his voice rumbling in my ear.

“Mmmph,” was all I managed. Suddenly, I realized his erection was prodding me in the leg. I smiled against his chest, and slowly pushed myself up.

Chapter 9

I straddled him, reaching down to wrap my hand around his penis again. He tensed, watching me, and I closed my other hand around the head, circling my forefinger and thumb around the crest. He grabbed my wrist and said, “No – I want to be in you.”

I shifted forward, rising over him, and positioned him at my entrance, slipping the head of his penis back and forth along my wet folds. He sucked in a sharp breath. One hand clamped tightly around my thigh. Slowly, I eased him inside me. I was wet and ready, but I was still tight, and I had to go slowly. By the time I had lowered myself down onto his full length, he was breathing hard.

“You okay?” he asked roughly.

In answer, I rose up slightly, supporting my weight on my hands, splayed on either side of his shoulders, and sank back down again. He grabbed my hips and guided me, lifting and lowering me. His length was a solid pressure inside me and I felt the heat building again – but his reaction was so much more of a turn on. His breath came in gasps as we began to move faster. His strength amazed me – his hands on my hips kept me moving almost effortlessly. I adjusted my weight so I could run one hand over his chest, flicking a nipple or running my fingers along the line of his injury. His belly tightened. Both his legs were spasming now. His breath came in jerky gasps as the spasms affected his diaphragm and I knew he was close. I could feel my own excitement rising. My thighs burned. His fingers bit into my ass as he held onto me, but the pain was just enough to keep me grounded as my pleasure built. My arms shaking, I dropped down over him, bracing my elbows on either side of his head and breathing heavily into his ear. I pumped back against him as his hands guided me. My vision started to go blind as I felt myself coming. I turned my head and whispered in his ear, “Now, babe!”

He bit my shoulder, hard, as my sheath clenched around him tightly, and one of his knees drew up sharply against my ass as he came. The feel of him emptying into me forced me higher. I thought the pulsing waves of pleasure wouldn’t stop. Finally, I felt him relax under me and I went boneless, panting hard. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel them shaking. I pressed a weak kiss against his neck and hooked his ankle with my foot, pushing his leg back down on the mattress. The last of his spasms stilled and he lay quiet under me, catching his breath. In a few minutes, when we’d both revived, he shifted me a little to the slide, slipping out of me. He stroked a hand over my hair and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“Thank you, babe.”

“You don’t need to thank me for sex!” I exclaimed, appalled, sitting up a little.

He looked at me with a little smile and said, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh.” I settled back down on his chest.

He was quiet for a minute. Then, “Are you going to stick around for awhile?”

I smiled against his neck. “If you’re asking me to.”

“I’m asking you to.”

I grinned contentedly, curling into him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of The Shoes lying on the floor of bathroom. Someone really needs to give Steve Madden a medal.

THE END