I Just Want to Make Love To You
By the time Hector left it was late afternoon. I had
three hours to shop for an outfit and get ready before I
was to meet Michael at six-thirty. When he had asked
me for my hotel details, I panicked and insisted on
meeting him outside Harrah’s Casino. He’d raised a
brow but thankfully hadn’t argued.
My hotel concierge understood exactly what I was
looking for. She arranged a taxi to take me to the
Garden District and gave the driver clear directions of
where to find the boutique she recommended—A Girl is
a Gun—Wow, how perfect is that name?
The shop was easy to find. A red sign hung from
chains above the door, just like an old style saloon
would have. The interior was stylish and retro-modern,
the clothing an excellent mix of vintage chic and funky
labels like Bettie Page, Bernie Dexter and Stop Staring.
Hair accessories with feather and jewel appliqués, Lux
D’Ville purses and a range of in-house designed Tshirts
and sweatshirts filled the shelves lining the walls.
Dani would have loved it.
When I arrived at Berkeley University, my
wardrobe had been conservative and unexciting. Dani
was studying Fashion Merchandising and wasted no
time taking me under her fashionista wing. It helped
that her and her posse sub-majored in where to unearth
top brands for a fraction of their retail price. With her
blunt but well-meant advice, we slowly replaced my
prim and boring wardrobe with high-street elegance
mixed with retro pieces that tended towards vintage.
I spent several minutes browsing the labels, but
was irresistibly drawn to the vintage rail. A savvy
looking saleslady approached and introduced herself as
Hazel. I explained I was looking for something special
for my date. While I rambled on about the style I
preferred, she pulled items off the rail and then expertly
maneuvered me into the change room.
The minute I slipped on the violet-purple top I
knew it was perfect. The satin oozed Old Hollywood
glamour and totally matched the color of my eyes. The
lapels hugged my breasts then dipped into a plunging
neckline with a faux wrap front tying on my hip. The
back and long romantic sleeves were transparent
chiffon, the cuffs lined in satin frills.
“Oh, honey, that looks like it was made for you,”
“You don’t think it’s too revealing?” I tugged at
my exposed cleavage.
“You’re young and you’re beautiful. You can
never have too much cleavage!” I gulped at her nononsense
tone. “You got a pair of decent black pants to
go with that?”
“Yes.” And I did. A pair of Armani cigarette
trousers in a stretchy faux leather. I also had the perfect
black Gucci ankle boots that Dani had snatched up for
me when she interned at Marie Claire. They were super
high with steel zip inlays that added a sexy edge. Both
pants and boots were firm favorites of mine, so had
made the cut in my hastily packed bag.
I paid for the top before I could change my mind.
The purchase made a serious dent in my cash reserves,
which wasn’t ideal as I couldn’t use any of my credit or
charge cards. But I shoved this problem aside,
preferring to picture Michael’s reaction when he saw
me. I didn’t want him to just find me hot. I wanted him
to be totally smitten with me like I was with him.
I arrived back at my hotel with less than an hour to
get showered and dressed. I never once considered
taking Hector’s advice that it was best to leave for
Mexico immediately. Kissing my lips with a final touch
of cherry-red lip gloss, the only thing on my mind was
the potent and irresistible package that was Michael
I dashed down to the riverfront where there was an
electric trolley service. The concierge called them
streetcars when she gave me directions. I got lucky and
one pulled up just as I arrived at the station. I jumped
off at Harrah’s Casino and arrived only three minutes
late. Michael was already there, lounging casually
against a pillar. He stepped forward to meet me and his
tall frame filled my vision. He took his time, blatant in
his regard. When his eyes lifted to meet mine they were
midnight ink, burning with his appreciation. He lifted a
hand and boldly stroked one finger down the edge of
my satin lapel, stopping just short of my cleavage. I
held my breath, every hair on my body raised at his
I exhaled noisily and heat flushed through me. His
sensual lips tipped into that lazy smile that I was
already addicted to. Yes! The splash-out on my outfit
was worth every reckless cent.
“I love it when you blush like that.”
“Like what?” I knew exactly what he meant. My
fair skin cursed me with a blush that was easily
triggered and deepened to a crimson-red the more
mortified I became.
He lifted his hand and I watched, mesmerized, as
his finger returned to my cleavage. “It starts at these
gorgeous breasts, then moves up this long, bitable
neck.” His finger brushed lightly along my skin,
stopping briefly at my frenetic pulse and then he lifted
both hands to gently cup my flushed face. “And finally,
it brings an incredibly sexy but innocent glow to this
My lips parted. Kiss me, please kiss me.
His thumb caressed my lower lip and then he
stepped back. “Come on, babe. The restaurant’s not far
and we don’t want to lose our reservation.”
My pulse fluttered. I loved it when he called me
“You okay to walk in those heels?”
“Um, yes, it’s fine.”
“Great, ‘cos they’re sexy as all hell.” He took my
hand and urged me along.
We joined the throng along the busy sidewalk, my
hand engulfed by his much larger one, and I
experienced a sense of belonging and safety that had
been missing in my life since I was a child. That awful
feeling I had sensed earlier of being watched was also
gone. It was like his sheer presence kept all the evil in
my life at bay. I was probably being melodramatic.
Dani said I should have studied drama instead of
graphic art, but what she didn’t realize was that I only
ever displayed this behavior with her. Her
unconditional acceptance of me made it safe to be
myself. At home, I learned to hide this side of my
nature and suppress my propensity for over-exuberance.
“I hope you eat pork.”
Michael gestured towards a restaurant where a long
queue of people waited at its corner-street entrance.
“Here we are.” He nudged me in front of him and
guided me through the door.
The inside was buzzing with people too. I looked
up at him “What did you say about pork?”
“This place specializes in pork, hence its name,
Cochon.” He lifted his brow expectantly and grinned
when I didn’t answer. “Cochon, French for pig,” he
I ignored his cockiness. “Is it okay for us to jump
the queue like this?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a mate who runs the bar. He made
a special booking for us.”
Inside, the restaurant looked like a renovated
warehouse with a rustic yet elegant decor. The kitchen
area was mostly open with a wood fire oven. Clever
mood lighting gave the place a chic but casual vibe,
though it was clear to see that jeans or shorts were just
as welcome. My get-up was fairly dressy so I was glad
that Michael had made an effort as well. His dark Levi
jeans were matched with a navy shirt molded to his
beautifully toned body. It wasn’t tucked in and fell just
to his hips, which allowed enticing glimpses of his
black leather belt that had a hammered silver buckle.
Over this, he wore a tailored three-quarter length black
leather jacket. Stylish and crazy sexy.
Michael caught the hostess’s attention and we were
shown to a corner booth with one curved leather seat,
obviously meant for only two people. We sat and the
hostess wasted no time handing over menus. “Jules will
be along in a mo’, he said he’ll take care of your drinks.
And I’ll send your waitress along in five, give you
some time to look over the menu.”
Michael nodded at her then turned to me. “Jules is
a mate of mine, met him when I was doing my service.”
“Yeah, I was in the Marines.”
“Oh. How long for? When did you get out?” He
stiffened and I was surprised to see his face shutter.
“I joined soon after 9/11. Got my discharge about a
His tone didn’t encourage further questions but I
was curious. “For somebody who’s been out of the
military for some time, you still seem super alert.”
“You have this watchful quality, like you’re
expecting danger. You remind me of a cop friend of
He didn’t answer, just flattened his lips and stared
out at the restaurant. His abrupt withdrawal stung and I
was suddenly sorry I had said anything. “I didn’t mean
to upset you or anything—”
“It’s fine,” he said, turning back to me. But it
didn’t feel fine. Something was off, I just couldn’t put
my finger on it.
“Hey, Mikey, good to see you brother.” Michael
stood up to shake his friend’s hand and they did that
backslapping thing that guys always do. “And who is
this gorgeous creature?”
Very pretty gray-blue eyes twinkled down at me
and I spontaneously smiled back.
“This is Katya. Katya, meet Jules.”
“Enchanté.” Jules drew out the French greeting and
placed a bottle he was carrying on the table. Then he
dramatically bowed to take my hand in his and place a
light kiss on my knuckles.
I giggled. His dark good looks and flirtatious
manner was a relief after the intensity that always
seemed to brew between Michael and myself.
“Sit,” Jules said to Michael. “I’ve got a homemade
specialty of the house for you both to try.”
I bit the inside of my lip, uncertain of the unlabeled
bottle he had brought to the table. It was a pale orange
color and was stuffed full of jalapeños! Popping the
cork with a flourish he filled three shot glasses to the
brim. “This is homemade jalapeño tequila, best you’ll
ever taste.” And with that he clinked our glasses and
threw back his shot.
I expected some wincing reaction on his face but
there was none. Licking his lips he drawled, “Nectar of
I turned to Michael and caught my breath. He was
watching me, his glass aloft. “Chicken?” he challenged,
his eyebrow raised wickedly.
Yikes. There was no way I was wimping out.
Mentally crossing my fingers, I tossed back the
concoction in one hit—Yowza! I was on fire. Breathing
out fumes, I eyed both of them through a haze of tears.
They were laughing at me. I pointed at Michael and
gestured at his still full glass but I couldn’t actually
speak. He shook his head at me, then casually lifted his
glass and tossed back the contents. I waited to see his
reaction but I was disappointed as, just like Jules, he
looked blandly back at me.
“What?” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
“Do you guys have mouths of steel?”
“You prefer something a little sweeter, darlin’?”
Jules asked facetiously.
“Yes, please,” I answered instantly, deciding it was
best to take him at face value.
Laughing, he turned back to Michael. “I think she’s
a keeper, Mikey. Careful she doesn’t slip through your
Michael leaned back, he seemed oddly irritated by
“All right then. One Ramos Gin Fizz coming up for
the pretty lady and I’ll send you a beer, yeah?”
Our waitress came to take our order and thankfully,
by the time our drinks arrived, Michael had returned to
his previous good humor. My Ramos Gin Fizz was
sublime—a combination of gin, lemon and lime juice,
egg white, sugar, cream and surprisingly, orange flower
water. All topped up with soda water to add a sparkle.
Without much delay, our shared starter arrived—fried
alligator bites served with chipotle mayo and a chili
garlic aioli that had a slow, creeping heat. Biting into
the tender alligator and sipping on my delicious Gin
Fizz, I was hyper aware of Michael who was seated
close to me, his knee frequently rubbing against mine.
“Where are you from, Katya?”
“What do you mean?” His question caught me off
“Where are your family from? Katya is an unusual
name, not American.”
“I was born in America. My mother was American
but my father is Romanian.”
“Your mother was American?” he said gently.
“Uh, yes. She died when I was ten.” I looked away,
taking a sip of my drink, which was suddenly tasteless.
I hated talking about my mother.
“I’m sorry, baby. That must have been real tough
Baby? I liked that even more than ‘babe’. And the
gentleness in his voice when he said it helped dilute the
“So, you were named for your father?”
“No, after his mother, Ekaterina.”
“Is she as beautiful as you?”
“I never knew her, but then neither did my father.
She died giving birth to him. I’ve seen photos and she
was lovely. But I look more like my mom.”
“Mmm, just like her in fact. But I have my father’s
eyes and hair.” Suddenly uncomfortable, I reached for
the memory stick that normally hung around my neck.
My heart stuttered when I felt nothing, and then I
remembered I tucked it in my purse because it had
ruined the effect of my new top.
“You okay?” Michael leaned closer and his hand
settled on my jaw, turning me to face him.
I didn’t feel okay. Shit! Tears welled up and I tried
to move my head away as they began to overflow.
“Christ, Katya, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head. My father’s betrayal and talking
about my mother had loosened something inside me
and I was suddenly overwhelmed with a deep, clawing
“C’mere, baby.” He reached to wrap me in his
arms. As he nestled me into his chest, his hand stroked
my head and combed through my hair. “Shh, it’s okay,”
“I don’t understand—”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re hurting for whatever
reason but I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just let go, I’ve got
And he did have me. Right in the palm of his hand.
Michael slipped the keycard from my trembling
fingers and inserted it into the slot. The green light lit
and he pushed my hotel door open but didn’t enter.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.” My voice was husky as I returned his
“Then why are you trembling?”
“Because I’m nervous. And excited.” Jeez girl,
could you sound any more dorky? I didn’t know how to
tell him I ached because I wanted him so bad.
His gorgeous eyes glinted and he gave me that lazy
smile. “Excited’s good. I’ll definitely take excited.”
“Okay, good then. Um, you, uh… Damn.” I
grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room.
I invited Michael into my bedroom with no
misgivings, even though I knew it would most likely
result in losing my virginity to him.
Yes. I was still a virgin at twenty-three. Of course,
he didn’t know this, and I hadn’t yet worked out how to
impart this tiny bit of news to him.
Back at Cochon I was mortified over my crying
jag, but Michael had gently brushed it aside. He made a
point of not asking me any more personal questions,
distracting me instead with innocuous chitchat as we
polished off our mouth-watering main course—roast
pork with crackling and a special of sweet smoked ham
with fresh corn and figs. Yum! He tried to tempt me
with the German chocolate ganache but admitted defeat
when I threatened to sic Jules on him with the Jalapeño
I was tired and Michael urged me to get some
sleep, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night. He must have
seen something in my expression because he suggested
we take in a club in Frenchmen Street that had a
reputation for excellent music, and I gratefully agreed. I
went to the restroom to freshen up, and when I came
out he was by the reception door in an intense
discussion with Jules. It looked like they were arguing
but when they saw me, Jules walked away and Michael
approached me, reaching for my hand. Worried I would
be cold, he’d arranged for a taxi rather than use the
streetcars. I didn’t question him about his argument
with Jules. I didn’t want to risk him shutting me out
again and spoiling the evening.
The club, The Apple Barrel Bar, was really small
and crammed full of people. It was the perfect place to
shake off any lingering doubts. Michael ordered us
bourbon and then pushed his way through the foottapping
crush, with me in tow, to a pillar next to the
small stage. He leaned against it and smoothly turned
me to face the band. My breath hitched as he pulled me
up against his body, one arm wrapped protectively
around me. His move seemed natural as the space was
so tight but it didn’t feel natural. It felt electric. The
heat from his chest easily penetrated my thin top and
with his muscled arm enfolding me, I was immersed in
all that was Michael.
The smoky bourbon went perfectly with the band,
their music a combination of New Orleans Dixieland
mixed with the sound of Muddy Waters. Encased in our
own simmering heat, we listened as they played a mix
of unfamiliar songs, interspersed with some popular
favorites, including Bessie Smith’s famous Baby Please
Come Home. I couldn’t stop myself swaying to the
music and this meant my body was constantly moving
against his. Oh Lord, it was hot.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any hotter,
the opening cords of Muddy Water’s “I Just Want To
Make Love To You” slid over us with all of its sensual
power. Michael turned me to face him and took the
empty bourbon glass from my hand. I didn’t notice
where he put it because both his arms wrapped around
me and pulled me tight up against him. I went up on
tiptoes to meet his descending mouth. And then, with
the classic blues song thick in the air, he claimed me.
And it was a claiming!
His mouth fused with mine and a place deep inside
me unfurled in response. Waves of heat cascaded
through me as his tongue swept into my mouth. It filled
my senses and created a voracious need that I knew,
with absolute certainty, only he could ever fill.
I clung to his shirt when he pulled back slightly,
feeling the warmth of his hand on my jaw. When his
thumb feathered my cheek I forced my eyes open. I
could feel his breath kiss my lips.
“Jesus, babe!” he whispered hoarsely.
I couldn’t speak.
His hand threaded into my hair, pulling my face
impossibly closer and his lips settled back on mine.
This time he went slower, our tongues endlessly
entwining with each other. The people around us faded
away as his kiss consumed me. I couldn’t get enough.
His taste was intoxicating.
Then he caught my lower lip between his teeth and
bit me, gently. My knees sagged and he was forced to
catch my weight, pressing me tightly to his body. His
erection beneath his jeans pressed into me and wetness
surged between my legs.
Oh God! Unable to stop myself I whimpered into
His hand fisted my hair and he pulled my head
back, not so gently. His eyes were liquid ink and he was
breathing so deeply his nostrils were flaring.
Completely ensnared, I was a willing partner to
whatever he wanted to do with me.
“It’s time to go, baby.” His voice was deep and
husky. “Come on.” He pulled me through the crowd
and out on to the street. In the cool air, he removed his
jacket and slipped it over my shoulders. It enveloped
my much smaller frame and I pulled the leather around
me, inhaling his spicy, masculine scent. It settled
around me like a cocoon. And I felt safe. Protected.
In the taxi he asked for the name and location of
my hotel. I gave it to him without hesitation.
As we drove past the lively sidewalks, I turned to
him. “You’ll stay with me tonight?” My voice was
tremulous, but even I heard the bold challenge in my
“Is that what you want?”
He searched my face then leaned over and dragged
me across the seat, tucking me into his side. I rested my
face against his chest and soaked up his addictive heat,
surrounding myself in the heady scent of Michael
And now, here we were, alone in my hotel room.
Thankfully, housekeeping had been in and tidied
up the mini-cyclone I left behind when I dashed out
earlier to meet Michael. It felt like a lifetime ago.
I let go of his hand and moved over to a corner
chair to drop my purse on the seat and lay his leather
jacket over the back. Flipping my hair nervously, I
turned to face him.
He was standing in the middle of the room, hands
resting arrogantly on his belt buckle. “Come here,
Katya,” he drawled.
I wavered. I wanted him so badly, but his
arrogance irked me.
“If I come to you, baby, I’m going to rip that sexy
top in half and I don’t think that’s what you want.”
Yikes! I guess he was a lot tenser than he appeared.
Maybe he wants me as much as I want him?
I slowly approached him, stopping less than a foot
away. Just below his jawline, a muscle jumped and my
pulse picked up speed in response.
“You going to take that top off, baby?”
I didn’t answer. Just reached to undo the tie at my
hip then raised my arms, widening my eyes back at
And then I smiled.
His ragged breath sent a bolt of electricity through
me and I bit my lip. Oh yes! He wants me.
Eyes narrowed, he frowned down at me. “You like
to challenge me, baby?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, just moved to
unceremoniously slip my top up and over my arms. He
tossed it on the chair and brought his hands quickly
back to my body, smoothing them down my waist and
over my ass. Then he tightened his grip and lifted me
up against him until my breasts were within easy reach
of his mouth. My legs automatically moved to wrap
around his hips, my hands braced on his shoulders.
“Gorgeous!” He sighed and dipped his head to run
his lips along the edge of my black lacy bra. My breath
quickened when he used his strength to support me with
one hand and used the other to pull my bra aside and
reveal my hardened nipple. Before I could say anything,
he sucked the peak into his mouth. He didn’t take it
slow. His mouth was wet and demanding. Each pull on
my nipple an electric conductor attached directly to my
Swamped with pleasure, I clung to him.
He lifted his head and rasped. “Prepare the other
one for me, Katya.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I want to taste your other tit, baby. Lift it up for
Oh God! My pussy wept as I pulled the lace away
from my swelling breast and lifted it to meet his mouth.
His face was tight with lust as he closed his mouth
hungrily over my offering. A long moan escaped my
throat and my legs started to shake around his hips.
Only his hand under my butt stopped me from sliding
into a puddle at his feet.
I groaned in protest when he lifted his head, both
arms wrapping tightly around me. “Hold on to me,
baby, don’t let go and I’ll give you what you need.”
There was nothing in this world that could make
me want to let go.
I ran my lips along his stubborn jawline and dipped
my tongue into the cleft at his chin. Feeling for the
leather cord holding back his hair, I pulled it out. I
didn’t care if I was a little rough. My fingers luxuriated
in the untamed length, then curled into fists and pulled
his mouth down to mine. I was starved for more of his
I caught his lower lip between mine and sucked on
He jerked his head back and climbed on to the bed
with me still clinging to him.
“Christ! You’re going to be the death of me,” he
growled. He lowered me to the mattress and his lips
covered mine. I arched helplessly into him, desperately
rubbing myself against his rock-hard erection. I
couldn’t get enough, I wanted to be consumed by him.
If I could crawl inside of him I would have.
Easing back, he licked at my lips. “Fuck, if the rest
of you tastes half as good as your mouth—”
My breath caught as he reached up to yank his shirt
over his head and toss it to the floor.
God, he was superb.
I pushed up, greedy to stroke his sculptured chest.
It was smooth, warm to my touch, with only a light
scattering of dark blond hair. Caressing his hot, taut
skin, I thrilled as his muscles contracted in response. He
combed his fingers through my hair as I traced chiseled
abs, absorbed by the darkening trail of hair that tapered
down his flat stomach and disappeared erotically
beneath his jeans.
I pressed closer to inhale his musky scent. Craving
more, my tongue darted out and flicked hungrily over a
flat, hard nipple. He hissed, tightening his hands in my
hair. I was eager for more, but Michael undid my bra
and nudged me back, slipping the straps down my arms.
“You’ve got the most exquisite tits I’ve ever seen,”
he said huskily. He cupped them in both hands, then ran
his thumbs over my nipples.
Fire streaked down to my pussy. I gasped, reaching
up to grip his wrists. “Michael, stop, I need—”
“I know what you need, Katya. And you’ll get it, I
promise.” He pinched my nipples between his finger
and thumb and gently squeezed. “Now let go of my
I instinctively resisted.
He increased the pressure and the pleasure was
indescribable. “Be a good girl for me and lie back
Confused by the pleasure-pain and terrified he
might stop, I slowly released his wrists and lowered
myself back to the pillows.
“Such a good girl,” he drawled, and lowered his
body to cover mine. He deliberately rubbed his chest
against my aching breasts then lowered his mouth to
tease my lips.
Whisper-soft, his lips moved across to my ear.
“Grip the headboard, Katya, and don’t let go.”
Helpless to defy his sensual demand, I did as he
asked. I was completely out of my depth and I didn’t
care. I chose to abandon myself to the spiraling
Resting back on his knees, he undid my faux
leather pants and slid them down my hips. My hands
curled around the wooden headboard as he edged down
the bed. When he reached my boots he cradled the
crazy sexy heels in his hands. “Next time we fuck,
you’re going to be wearing these and nothing else.”
Then he unzipped them and slipped them off,
taking my pants with them.
I was naked except for a pair of tiny black lace
panties. Soaking wet panties!
My heart was beating madly and I knew I was
flushed, probably a combination of excitement and
embarrassment. I had never been naked in front of a
man before. Oh jeez, how am I going to tell him this is
my first time?
Taking an ankle in each hand he moved my legs
apart and then settled between them.
Tell him, Katya, tell him now.
His lips were like hot velvet moving up my thigh.
Oh God. I knew where they were heading.
Before I could say a word, his mouth settled right
over my pussy and he kissed me deeply through my
lacy underwear. I arched up, pushing desperately
against his hot mouth. “Michael, oh Lordy, ple-ease!”
A moment of cooler air as fabric was pushed aside
and then his tongue was on me, branding me. “Oh!
Oooh. Don’t stop.”
His hands cradled my hips and his thumbs spread
me open. Then his hungry tongue began to devour me.
Wild streaks of pleasure pounded through me as he
stabbed his tongue into my pussy. His strong grip held
me down, preventing me from arching into him. I let go
of the headboard and buried my hands into his hair,
trying to pull him ever closer. I didn’t understand but I
knew I needed more.
Lifting his head he casually licked my wet from his
lips. “Hands, Katya.” His voice was rough, his eyes
Then, as if he realized I was about to buck out of
control, he moved his thumb to gently circle the hard
bud of my clit. “Come on, baby, trust me,” he coaxed.
I knew he wouldn’t continue unless I did as he
asked. Oh God, I needed him to continue. So I eased my
hands from his hair and slowly curled them back
around the headboard.
Watching me intently, he moved his hand and I felt
a finger enter me.
“Jesus, you’re tight,”
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“I promise, babe, I’m not going to stop but if I
don’t ease you I’m gonna hurt you.”
I had to tell him, I knew I had to tell him.
His finger slid in and out of me. As it picked up
speed, he lowered his mouth and circled my clit with
Explosions of light erupted behind my eyelids and
pleasure like I had never known cascaded through me.
The sensations were both terrifying and exhilarating. I
was close to orgasm but I didn’t know how to let go.
It was like he read my mind. He lifted his head.
“Let go, baby. Come for me.”
Oh God, I wanted to.
Then he added a second finger and started to rub at
a point deep inside me. His mouth covered my clit but
instead of tonguing it he started sucking it. Explosions
rippled through me, building quicker that I could
control. My body spasmed. Only his restraining arm
stopped me from lifting off the bed.
“Michael!” My cry was one of desperation and
Then my orgasm burst. It moved through me like
hot lava, burning me up, consuming everything in its
wake. As my body shuddered in ecstasy, I couldn’t stop
my hands moving back to clutch his hair. I needed
something to hold on to, something to anchor me.
Michael continued to lave my pussy, sliding his
tongue gently through my wet heat. His touch no longer
demanding but rather comforting as he helped calm my
Luke slowly inhaled Katya’s erotic heat as she
untangled her fingers from his hair and sank back onto
the bed, shudders still shaking her glistening body.
Christ, she was lovely. When she finally let go and
exploded around his tongue, he barely managed to stop
himself from going over the edge with her.
He stood and stripped off his socks and jeans.
Silently swearing, he reached back down for his wallet
and slipped a condom out from the side pocket.
His skin burned under her heated stare as he tore
the packet open and sheathed his cock. He was so
fucking hard. If he didn’t sink himself inside her, the
pressure building inside his balls was going to tear him
He climbed back on the bed and slid between her
sprawled legs. She was flushed, tendrils of hair sticking
to her face and shoulders, and her eyes—damn! Huge
pools of violet, impossibly beautiful.
Supporting most of his weight with his arms, he let
his hips nestle into her. His dick was desperate to feel
her silky heat. “You still with me, baby?”
She nodded, still languorous from coming so
Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth to her
plump lips. Nibbling on them, he used his tongue to
soothe the sting. Starved for more of her taste, he
slanted his head and kissed her deeply. He took his
time, enjoying her hungry response.
“You taste of innocence and hot sex,” he rasped.
“Christ, Katya, you’re dangerously addictive.”
Sliding his cock between her wet, soft folds, he
coated it in her juices then reached down to position
himself to take her. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
“Wait,” she begged, lifting her hands to cup his
What the fuck?
“Please, Michael.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m
“Christ, babe, what’s wrong? Are you hurting?”
“No! It’s just, I meant to tell you earlier but then
you made me feel so good I didn’t want you to stop
“Slow down.” He moved his hand away from his
aching dick and threaded it through her hair, cradling
the side of her face. “Tell me.”
“It’s my first time,” she blurted.
He froze. What did she say?
Rolling her eyes impatiently, she said, “I’m a
“And you’re only telling me this now?” He knew
he sounded pissed but fuck it, he was pissed.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I know I should have said
something but—” She started struggling, pushing
against his shoulders to move him back.
“Calm down,” he said quietly and lowered his body
to stop her flailing.
She quieted, but the deepening flush on her
flawless skin screamed her embarrassment. Her eyes
flickered away unable to meet his and his gut churned
at her obvious withdrawal.
“Look at me, Katya, please.”
Slowly she lifted those incredibly long lashes and
looked up at him. Her eyes were glistening again.
Christ, she really was like his own brand of kryptonite.
Gray warned him he was in trouble with her. As usual,
he wasn’t wrong.
“You been saving this all up for me?” he asked.
And he couldn’t help smiling when she snapped
back at him.
“No?” he queried mildly.
Taking a deep breath, she blew out her cheeks. She
was so damn cute.
“Well, I wasn’t really saving it, it just worked out
His dick jerked at her exasperation and he knew
she felt it when her eyes widened. He deliberately
pressed his hard-on into her and her breath hitched as
she instinctively moved to meet his thrust. The heat
between them was spiraling quickly. He knew it
wouldn’t be long before it ignited into an inferno again.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.
“You barely know me, Katya.”
“It doesn’t matter. The way you make me feel,
that’s all that matters.”
“Christ, baby, you’re breaking my heart.”
“Don’t stop, Michael, please don’t stop.”
She moved urgently against the thick wedge of his
erection, her eyes begging him to give her what she
“All right, baby.” He’d just sealed his place in hell,
but there was no way in this lifetime he had the strength
to refuse her heartfelt pleas. Sliding his body to the
side, he rested his weight on one arm. “Spread your legs
for me and relax.”
“Do it, Katya, now.”
He held back his smile at her slow compliance,
both amused and turned on by her uncertainty at his
“Now lie still.” He slid his hand between her legs.
She gasped as he eased a finger into her hot cunt.
Unable to resist, he leaned down and sucked her nipple
into his mouth.
“Yes-ss,” she sighed, pushing her breast up to him
as he increased the pressure.
Luke loved that her breasts were so sensitive, and
hungrily moved from one creamy mound to the other.
He didn’t hesitate to nip down on her pebble-hard
nipples. He knew she enjoyed the bite of pain, because
her cunt clenched around his finger every time he did it.
She was whimpering now. Her head tilted back,
exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. Moving his
lips to cover her pulse, he gently bit down. He thrust
into her with a second finger and rolled her swollen clit
with his thumb. Her whimpers turned to deep-throated
“That’s it, Katya, burn for me.”
“Oh God, Michael, I need more.”
And so did he.
He rose over her, still keeping most of his weight
on his bent elbows. Reaching down, he lifted one of her
legs to wrap around his hips.
Her hands fluttered over his shoulders.
Gripping his cock, he guided it to her entrance.
“This is going to hurt, baby.”
“It’s okay. Don’t stop, Michael. Please. I want you
Entering her slowly, Luke fought for breath, for
control. It killed him to hurt her but he knew it was
unavoidable. She rose up to meet him and he slid
further into her. Christ! She was so tight and hot around
Then he nudged against her barrier. “Hold tight,
baby.” Before she could react he eased back then
Her body went rigid and she clung to him.
“That’s it, beautiful, hold tight.” He gritted his
teeth and stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to ease
Before long she restlessly nudged against him.
“Move,” she begged, “I can’t stand it. You have to
Sliding his aching cock slowly back, he settled his
body closer then stroked back deep inside her. “Is that
what you want?”
“Y-yes! Oh God, yes.” Her hands curled around his
shoulders, her nails biting into his skin.
Shit yeah. He also liked a touch of pain. It
hardened his cock even further. Feeling how wet her
cunt was, he picked up his pace, fucking her harder.
She was arching beneath him now, her sweat-soaked
body writhing out of control.
Fuck! The friction was unbelievably pleasurable.
Lifting her tits to his hungry mouth, he began to
suck. Her cunt tightened around him with each pull he
took. She was close and he wanted her to come with
him this time. Moving his free hand he slid it between
their slick bodies and then he pinched her engorged clit
between his thumb and finger.
“Michael!” She screamed.
Fuck, he hated that name on her lips!
As she exploded around him he couldn’t hold back
any more. He let her drop back to the bed and
surrendered to the savage need. Thrusting one last time,
he emptied himself deep inside her.
Jesus fuck! This woman had him by the balls and
she didn’t even know his name!