Thirty-two
Lily stared up at him. “Sex?”
He’d clearly caught his wife off guard, which was fun. “I’m taking you to bed.”
“Oh, you are, are y—”
Before the last word left her lips, he bent and scooped her into his arms.
To his relief, she grinned. “Taking me captive?”
“You got it.”
Her blue eyes twinkled. “And if I protested, would you spank me?”
“Uh, d’you want me to spank you?”
She tilted her head, considering. “That little slap you gave me the first night was exciting. Coming out of the blue, not really hurting but tingling. Showing me your bad-boy side. But I’m not into pain.”
“So I’ll have to return those nipple clamps I bought?”
He was messing with her, and the quick flare of her eyes told him he’d almost got her, but she came back with, “No, we can use them on you.”
“Ouch. Okay, no nipple clamps.” Cradling her, he moved around the room blowing out the candles, and then carried her to the bedroom. For a bad-boy touch, he dropped her onto the bed so she bounced. He gazed down at her, so lovely and appealing. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you saw me and ran into my arms.”
“I was so surprised when I saw the flowers, the wine on the counter. So happy when I saw you. I missed you this week, Dax.”
“I missed you too.” He sat on the bed beside her. “I don’t want to spend any more time missing you. I know we still have lots to talk about. But right now, let’s shut up and let our bodies do the communicating.”
“What language are we talking tonight? He says, she says, or they say?”
“Whichever you want.”
“Mmm, let me think. You did fly all the way here to claim me. And you did just take me captive.”
“He says, it is. I’m Falcon and you will obey me.” What kind of sex play should he initiate tonight, to arouse and satisfy her? “Off the bed,” he growled.
“Yes, Falcon.” Curiosity glinting in her eyes, she slipped off the bed.
“Take off your sweater and scarf.”
She unlooped the scarf and pulled the sweater over her head, folded both, and walked over to place them on the dresser. When she turned back, her nipples were tightening against the thin fabric of her bra.
His cock swelled in response. “Now your bra.”
She undid the back clasp then slid the straps down her shoulders and pulled the bra off, freeing her firm, rose-tipped breasts.
He rose, tugged the hawk tee over his head, tossed it on the dresser, and stood in front of her. “Take off my jeans and underwear.”
Her warm fingers brushed his skin as she undid the button of his jeans and slid down the fly. By the time she tugged on the waistband, he was fully erect.
“Kneel.”
She dropped to her knees on the carpet and peeled his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. He rested his hands on her shoulders, lifted one leg, waited until she tugged his clothing free, and then lifted the other leg. After she set the clothes aside, she glanced up.
Standing with his feet apart, he said, “Suck my cock.”
Lily smiled and bent her head, swirling her tongue around the crown of his penis then drawing him into her mouth. Wet heat enveloped him, soft suction gripped and released.
He pumped slightly, not forcing himself too far into her mouth, only enough to increase the friction and remind her who was in control. What a turn-on: the sight of his swollen shaft sliding between her pink lips; the sounds she made; the stimulation of her tongue, lips, and teeth against his sensitive flesh.
He hadn’t told her she could touch him with her hands, but neither had he prohibited it. Now she slid one arm around him to stroke and knead his ass, his hip. Her other hand caressed his inner thighs, brushed his sac, then cupped his balls.
Involuntarily, he jerked and tightened. This was too good. If she kept it up, he’d come, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Not yet. “Stop.”
She released him and lifted her head. So beautiful, with her flushed cheeks, her damp, shiny lips.
His cock rose straight up his belly, hard as a baton, craving release.
“Touch your breasts. Cup them, lift them, squeeze them together. Then take my cock between them.”
She did it, and he thrust back and forth in her cleavage. Again, the sight and sensation of her soft curves hugging his slick, swollen flesh was almost enough to set him off. He forced himself to pull free.
Lily gazed up, waiting for his next order.
“Lie on the bed with your knees bent and your legs spread.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Yes, Falcon.”
She figured he planned to fuck her, but he had something else in mind first.
When she was in place, he admired her pussy, exposed to his view. Swollen and moist, she was clearly aroused. “Wet your fingers, Lily. Then touch your pussy. Stroke it, caress it.”
Her eyes widened in shock and she didn’t move. This was something they’d never done.
“I want to see you turn yourself on.”
“I . . . It’s too embarrassing.” The feverish patches on her cheeks told him it was also arousing.
“You have a safe word,” he reminded her. “You either say it or you obey me.” Then he added, more softly, “Trust me, Lily. It’ll be sexy for both of us.”
After a long moment, she raised her hand to her lips. Her damp fingers went between her legs and she stroked herself tentatively.
“You can do better than that. Touch yourself the way you like to be touched. Tease your clit. But don’t come. You’re not allowed to come.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and her fingers stroked more firmly, capturing her juices and spreading them across her labia. She flicked lightly across her clit, came back for a firmer press. Her breathing quickened and her back arched slightly.
Dax sat beside her, tempted to suck those tight, thrusting nipples. But he wanted her to do this all on her own. His cock ached, urging him to grab it and pump himself to climax right along with her. He had something better in mind, though, so he forced himself to take slow, deep breaths.
Helicopter technical specs . . .
Bell 206B Jet Ranger. Empty weight: 1,780 pounds.
Lily’s head twisted on the pillow. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and it caught on a gasp. She pulled her hand away from her pussy and her body trembled.
“Keep going. His voice was hoarse from his own arousal. “But don’t come.” Did she have a technique to hold back climax? He guessed women didn’t usually have to do that, not the way men did.
Useful load: 1,300 pounds. Maximum external load: 1,500.
Her fingers brushed between her legs. A few light strokes, a firm press, two fingers against her clit. Her middle finger hooked inside her channel, slid out, went in again. Her breathing rasped and her chest and cheeks were ruddy. Her whole body trembled with tension and her eyes were still firmly shut.
Service ceiling: 13,500 feet. Hover ceiling, IGE: 12,800. Hover ceiling, OGE: 8,800.
She was hovering on the edge, and so was he, damn it. “Look at me,” he ordered.
“Oh God.” Her lashes fluttered, then slowly her eyes opened and she turned her head toward him.
He took his cock in his hand. “See what you do to me?”
Her blue eyes were glassy. “Y-yes.”
“Touch your clit. Bring yourself to the edge, Lily.”
“I . . I already am. I can’t go any further without coming.”
“I didn’t give you permission.”
She moaned and lifted her hand away from her body. “I know.” She was so taut, he was almost afraid she’d break.
He was rigid himself, his balls tight and hard; he could barely control himself. He grabbed his cock and squeezed firmly below the head, reducing the pressure. Maximum speed, 122 knots. Maximum fuel range: 369 nautical miles. Endurance with no reserves: 3.5 hours. Hell, he wished he had that kind of endurance. After fifteen or twenty seconds, the tension eased off a little.
“Lily?”
She stared at him. “Yes, Falcon.”
“Come now.”
She moaned again, slid her fingers across her slippery folds, pressed her clit, and exploded with a sharp cry, her whole body shuddering, her eyes unfocused and wild.
Fuel capacity: 76 gallons. Fuel capacity with auxiliary: 96 gallons.
When the tension started to ease from her body, he said, “Off the bed.”
“What?”
“Get off the bed.”
Looking dazed, she slowly clambered off.
“Stand three feet away, facing the bed. Spread your legs wide and lean forward, forearms and head on the bed.”
Smiling now, she obeyed.
He stepped behind her, admiring the slender line of her back, the womanly curve of her ass, her slim, shapely legs. The folds of her sex exposed between her legs. “Up on your toes.”
When she raised herself, he looped an arm around her waist, giving her added support. His chest curved around her back and his cock nudged the crease between her ass cheeks. His other arm went around her to reach between her legs and caress her. He adjusted his position so his erection slipped between her legs. Gently, his fingers parted her slick, heated folds and the blunt head of his cock nudged inside her.
He groaned as she enveloped him, hot and wet and clingy. “Shit you feel good, Lily.” He pumped, the sweet friction demanding that he move faster, drive harder. Holding off climax was a bear and he damned well wasn’t doing it any longer. He was the master here.
He fingered Lily’s clit, gently because she’d be sensitive after orgasm.
She gasped and moaned, “Oh Dax.” She’d stopped calling him Falcon, which was just fine by him.
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna come. Need you to come with me.”
“Yes, oh yes.” Her ass pushed back against him. “Now, Dax, come now.”
Pressing her clit, he let himself go, thrusting long and hard and deep. She trembled and pulsed around him. And then, as his climax ripped through him and he let out a wrenching groan, she cried out again too.
He held both of them on their feet as shudders wracked their bodies, then faded to ripples and finally eased. Still keeping an arm around her, he slid out of her body. “Can you stand?”
“Nope,” she muttered, her face half buried in the duvet. Without straightening, she crawled up on the bed. “Oh, my God.”
“You can say that again.” He pulled down the covers and flopped onto the bed. “Come on, Lily. Climb in.”
“You say that like I have control over my muscles,” she grumbled, but with a smile she found her way under the covers to lie beside him. She curled on her side and studied him. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
“It was that or nipple clamps.”
“Okay, that’s my excuse.”
“It was good, though. Right?”
“Very good.”
“See what happens when you trust me?”
“Yes, Falcon,” she said demurely. Then she yawned. “Even with all that caffeine, I’m beat.”
“Sleep, sweetheart.” He touched his lips to hers.
“Did I tell you how glad I am that you’re here?”
“Me too.” He kissed her again, felt her suppress a yawn, and chuckled. “Go to sleep.”
“Mmm.” She rolled onto her side. “Good night, my love.”
He spooned his body around the familiar curve of hers and put his arm around her.
She caught his hand between hers, and it was mere seconds before her hands relaxed and her breathing slowed in sleep.
Oh yes, he was glad he was here. This felt so right.
Yet he had to wonder what Lily would do if he decided he truly never wanted to have children.