Courting Bathsheba by Grace Draven
There was something comforting about that commonality between them, though it did little to lessen her growing nervousness. David must have sensed her trepidation as he raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her open palm gently. His eyes were warm and reassuring, even as they remained dark with desire.
"You can call a halt to this any time. I understand and respect the words ‘stop’ and ‘no.’ No hard feelings if you change your mind. I'll walk you to your car and make sure you get on the road safe and sound.” He guided her hand across his jaw, letting the soft bristles of his beard rub against her skin. The feel of it sent tingles up her arm. His voice deepened, turned fervent. “But, God, I hope you don't change your mind."
She caressed his cheek. “I can't promise I won't have a change of heart in ten minutes, but for now, I'm staying."
He nestled his face into her palm, and his eyes drifted shut for a moment. “That's good enough for me. I'm looking forward to convincing you to hang around for a while."
The fluttering feeling intensified in her stomach as he led her to the bed. He did something that surprised her. Instead of taking her into his arms again and pulling them both down onto the mattress as she half expected, he sat on its edge, facing her as she stood. Ann automatically placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling the smooth shift of muscle beneath his shirt.
David tilted his chin and stared up at her with a half smile. “Changed your mind yet?” He ran his hands over her hips and down her legs, massaging her thighs through her denim skirt.
She laughed softly. “It hasn't been ten minutes. I'll let you know then."
His eyebrows wiggled in a suggestive manner. “Best start convincing you now,” he said and leaned forward to press his face into the space between her breasts. His hands slid over her hips again and slipped across the curve of her buttocks.
She swayed within the circle of his arms and twined her fingers through his silky hair. Wrong or right, there was no denying the tingling shocks of sensation traveling through all of her nerve endings at his touch. Just this simple embrace, with the caress of his hands on her bottom and the warm feel of his breath seeping through her clothing, was enough to make her flush and weak in the knees. Ten minutes or ten hours, the question of her leaving any time soon was now moot. She would take this man as her lover for one night and deal with the repercussions of her actions in morning's unforgiving light. Until then, only they and this bedroom existed.
Her stomach muscles tightened as David began to work her blouse loose from the waistband of her skirt. Ann placed a staying hand on his as it slid under the material.
"Just so you know,” she warned, “I have the souvenirs from three pregnancies. That means stretch marks and a baby pooch. So if you're expecting a flat belly and smooth skin, you're in for a disappointment."
He fiddled with the bottom three buttons of her blouse before slowly slipping them from the buttonholes. “I have a fondness for baby pooches and character lines."
She chuckled and rubbed her thumbs in a circular pattern against his temples. His eyes drifted shut, mouth slackening with pleasure. “Crows feet are character lines, David. Stretch marks are more like road maps.” She sighed her pleasure when his fingers brushed against her bare skin.
"Ann, if it makes you feel any better, I have an appendectomy scar and love handles. Would those make you run out the door once you see me with my shirt off?” He continued unbuttoning the blouse, reaching the bottom line of her bra.
Ann eyed him and raised a dubious eyebrow. She wouldn't question the appendectomy scar, but there were some serious doubts about the love handles. She had touched his waist when they kissed in the kitchen and there had been no roll or soft bulge of flesh to break the hard V-line of his torso.
"Do you have chest hair?"
His lips twitched. “Yes."
"Well, that makes up for the love handles,” she teased.
He released the last of the buttons and opened the blouse. She blushed, first with shyness, then with delight as his voice dropped an octave.
"You have beautiful breasts. Whatever your imaginary sins, these"—he cupped her gently, causing her to tighten her hold in his hair—"negate all of them."
He continued to caress her, stroking her nipples through her bra until they ached for a more intimate touch. She moaned softly, then gasped when he kissed the upper curve of one breast. He ran his tongue in a damp line along her skin.
"Christ, you taste good!” He nipped and sucked along the sensitive expanse of her chest, stopping to nuzzle her cleavage. Ann's legs wouldn't support her, and he tightened his hold across her hips when she nearly crumpled to the floor. Her concerns for what he might think once he removed her clothing evaporated. The intensity with which David stroked her convinced Ann he was enthralled with touching her.
The tension in the room escalated with their breathing. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and kicked it to the side. David made short work of her skirt, pulling it down her hips until she was left wearing only her bra, underwear, and sandals.
His eyes were shadowed in the room's dim light, and Ann suppressed the urge to wrap her arms around her waist, once again suffering from a painful shyness. For more than twenty years, only her husband and her gynecologist had seen her in anything this scanty, and the second didn't count.
Her hands fluttered to her stomach. David grasped them before she could use them as a shield. He leered at her. “I have good taste. You're even more beautiful with your clothes off than I imagined."
She stared at him, wide-eyed, and laughed. “I think maybe you're the reincarnation of the serpent in Eden. You have a sly tongue.” She blushed at the unintended innuendo in her statement. David's smile stretched to a grin.
"Yes, I do,” he whispered in between placing feathery kisses in the valley of her cleavage and over the top of her bra. “How about a demonstration of my talents?"
He pulled her head down to kiss her again and fell slowly back onto the bed, taking her with him. She stretched out atop his body, kissed him ardently and massaged his shoulders. His cock swelled against his jeans, and she reached down to rub the hard ridge pressing against her damp thighs. Her panties were wet, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of feeling that cock sliding inside her. There was a tussle on the comforter as they stripped each other of their remaining clothing.
Two pairs of shoes sailed across the room and landed in the doorway. Clothing lay scattered across the bed or in small heaps on the floor. When they were both nude, Ann reclined on her side and took a good look at her would-be lover stretched out on the bed in all of his naked glory. Unlike her, David wasn't in the least self-conscious about being laid bare. Then again, what was there for him to be shy about?
He was slim and muscled, with smooth, golden skin. As she suspected, there wasn't a love handle in sight. Her gaze passed over the soft, auburn hair covering his chest and followed the thin, seductive line that bisected his flat belly. The hair darkened at his groin.
He was erect, the swollen head of his cock crowned with a glistening drop of semen. Ann dragged her gaze from the mesmerizing view to his face. His eyes were nearly black when he met her stare. He ran a caressing hand down her bare arm.
"Still doubting how much I want you?"
She shook her head and slid one hand through the soft patch of chest hair. Her fingertips danced across his left nipple, then his right. David closed his eyes and groaned. His hips rose in reaction to her touch. Ann's breath shortened, and her insides pulsed with excitement. She brought this response out in him—Ann MacLeod who'd almost forgotten what it was like to roll in bed with a warm and giving lover.
He let her explore his hard body for a few minutes before capturing her hand as it slid across the white line of his appendectomy scar and hovered at the coarse hair surrounding his erection.
"Not yet,” he muttered and flipped her neatly onto her back, stretching her arms above her head so that it left her completely exposed to his avid gaze.
Ann waited, watching him in silence as he perused her body with quiet intensity. Her worries faded away at the feel of his hands gliding over her bare shoulders and down her arms. They drifted slowly over her ribcage. Her nipples stiffened, and she sighed, neck arching with pleasure when he finally curved his palms over her breasts.
The only sounds in the bedroom were the rustle of sheets and the faint, steady moans that escaped her half-opened mouth. David pressed her into the mattress with his weight, bending to suckle one breast, then the other. His beard tickled her skin, heightening the sensations that radiated out from her chest and sizzled down her legs.
"You taste as good as you look,” he breathed against the curve of her left breast. She buried her fingers in his hair, pressing his face harder to her in encouragement. He laughed against her skin, a satisfied sound that let her know he was well aware of the fever pitch of desire he incited within her.
They rolled toward the pillows, clasped together in a tangle of arms and legs. Their skin grew slick with sweat as the foreplay intensified between them. Ann gripped his buttocks with her fingers as he sucked on her tongue and wedged a thigh between her legs.
He overwhelmed her senses, flooding her nostrils with the scent of cloves, musk and aroused male. She tasted salt as she licked his neck and sucked his small nipples. He moaned beneath her caresses and rocked hard against her pelvis.
There was no resurrecting shyness when he kissed his way down her torso and ran his tongue along the silvery lines that marked her stomach. Ann jumped when he nipped the inside of her thigh.
David rose above her. His features were sharp with lust, his mouth swollen from the force of their kissing. “I want to go down on you, Ann. I want more than just a taste. Will you let me?"
Her throat was parched. When she spoke, it came out in a croak. “Oh, God, yes!” Cunnilingus was a gift from heaven, and she would bet her soul that David could send her rocketing through the ceiling with that very talented mouth.
He didn't disappoint. Sliding her legs over his wide shoulders, he bent and buried his face in her damp curls. Ann whimpered at the tingling nuzzle of his beard, the heat of his breath when he parted her labia, exposing her clitoris. She groaned low and dug her heels into his back when a hot tongue slid across her clit. He played her like a violin, licking and sucking every inch of ultra sensitive skin, thrusting inside her cunt with his tongue. Ann's hips rose and fell, her hands clawing the sheets as David gripped her thighs and tortured her with his mouth. The orgasm, when it hit, spiraled up from her toes and slammed into her nerve endings.
Her knees came together, snapping against David's head. Ann barely heard his grunt of surprise over the blood roaring in her ears. He didn't stop. She chanted nonsensical words of encouragement mixed with long moans, and abandoned the sheets to slide her fingers into his soft hair..
She descended from the erotic high, breathing hard. Her thighs shook in reaction to the prolonged orgasm. David suddenly loomed over her, his face flushed, lips and beard damp and shining. He said nothing, only lowered his head to part her lips and plunge his tongue deep into her mouth.
She tasted herself in his kiss, felt the slick heat between her legs dampen the sheets beneath her. David broke the kiss and cupped her head in his hands. His voice was rough, his speech broken by slow pants.
"No flowery words ... Ann. I want ... in. I want to fuck you until I can't see straight. Damn! You've got me so worked up, I'm about to come all over you. Say yes."
His chest heaved against hers and his shoulders were slippery with sweat beneath her hands. Definitely not flowery, but a poetry her body understood. He was as aroused as she was, even more so since she had found the relief of a climax.
"Yes,” she said, repeating it several times over. “Yes. Yes. Yes."
He sucked her words into his mouth and spread her thighs wide with eager hands. She bent her knees back toward her chest to give him greater access, and he curled his hands around her hips, preparing to slide inside her.
"Wait!"
David's eyes nearly bugged from his head. “What?"
Her legs snapped together, trapping his thumbs. “We need protection."
Ann feared she'd ruined that lovely, frenzied moment of lovemaking. David's shoulders sagged, and it took her a moment to realize it was relief, not disappointment or anger that caused the reaction. He grinned at her before wiping a drop of sweat from his jaw.
"Oh shit, you had me going for a minute. I thought for sure you'd changed your mind. You were about to see a grown man cry."
She grinned back, nearly euphoric with relief. An awkward moment, yes, but not completely unsalvageable, certainly not judging by his erection which showed no signs of diminishing. “I'm sorry, David. I just think it's best to be safe."
He waved a hand at her in an unconcerned gesture and rose from the bed. “Don't worry about it. Just give me a second to hunt down a condom. It's not like I keep them in a candy jar by the bed."
Now that would be a topic of conversation, to be sure. Had she seen anything like that when they first entered the bedroom, they wouldn't have made it this far. She didn't like the player type. The colorful cursing coming from the bathroom made her smile.
When he padded back into the bedroom, he wore a triumphant smile and held up a small blue packet like a trophy. “Found one. Changed your mind yet?"
Ann stretched out her hand. “Not on your life. Here, let me put it on."
He didn't protest, but stood before her, watching with heavy eyes as she stroked his shaft and the head of his cock with loving fingers. David moaned and played with her hair. Ann wanted more, wanted to taste him. He smelled of soap and the musk of arousal. The condom fell to the floor, forgotten.
Anne licked her lips at the sight of his cock so close to her face, the tip glistened with semen. She bent to swipe her tongue over the small opening. He tasted good on her tongue, faintly salty and smooth in her mouth. His hands clenched in her hair, pushing her head gently in unconscious encouragement for her to take him deeper.
She did, opening her mouth wider to suck him farther in, and slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft, tickling the sensitive vein running its length. One slid from his buttocks, riding the curve of his thigh until he parted his legs so she could cup his balls. They were cool in her hand, heavy. The slow thrust of his hips and wordless moans of encouragement aroused her as much as his touch. She was happy to suck him until he climaxed, eager to swallow more than the tantalizing trickle of come washing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Ann moaned a protest when David pulled away. She tightened her hand on his ass, reluctant to let his cock slide out of her mouth. David's features were flushed, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
"You have a hot mouth, sweet Ann. I could fuck it until you sucked me dry, but I want inside that beautiful pussy first. You've given me a fine taste of you. I want more."
The wetness gathered between her legs from his tongue and her climax grew, sliding down her thighs. His words made her entire body throb. She retrieved the blue packet from the floor and gave him a teasing smile. “You taste good."
"Better than wine and chocolate?” His reciprocal teasing made the heat in her blood hotter, and her fingers fumbled in her haste to tear open the packet.
Ann almost cheered when she pulled out the small circle of latex. “Better than anything."
The hushed expectancy in the room swelled once more as she rolled the condom onto his stiff cock. David followed her tug on his arm until they both lay on the bed.
For a few moments they kissed. She reveled in the taste and feel of his mouth and sucked on his lower lip while running her tongue along the edge of his bottom teeth. He
He massaged her hips with hard fingers. “Ride me,” he ordered in that seductive, smoky voice.
Ann rose just enough to position him more firmly against her. David's lips parted and his eyelids dropped to half mast as she settled her weight onto him and slid down on his cock inch by slow inch. She was so wet from her earlier climax that he slid into her easily. Shivers raced along her arms at the stretching feel of his penetration. He groaned low in his throat, opening his eyes to focus on her face.
"God, that feels good. Keep going."
Ann took him deeper until he was fully seated within her. She gasped at the sensation. David groaned and arched his back as her vaginal muscles contracted around him.
Instead of raising and lowering her hips, she stayed seated hard on his hips and initiated a slow, rocking motion that soon had him moaning in staccato bursts. She increased her rhythm, and leaned forward to rub her nose in his soft chest hair and suckle his nipples.
Her actions soon sent him into a frenzy. His body heaved against hers in a vain attempt to penetrate deeper, drive harder into her. Sweat made his shoulders slippery beneath her palms. David stared into her eyes with a gaze that burned. Ann clenched her thighs to hold her seat as his hips bucked beneath her.
"Jesus, Ann!” He gasped.
The blood ran high in his cheeks, and he arched off the bed, eyes closed in a self-absorbed ecstasy as he strove to climax. Ann clenched her muscles, gripping his cock as he pulsed inside her. Harsh groans poured from David's half open mouth, and his fingers held her hips in a bruising grip. She knew it was a wise decision to insist upon the condom, but ached to have him unfettered, to feel the smooth skin of his shaft sliding into her and the wet heat of his come filling her.
Like her, he struggled to find breath after his exertions. He pulled her down to rest fully against him and wrapped his arms around her. “I think you killed me,” he whispered in her ear.
Her laughter fluttered strands of his hair. She kissed his chin. “I'd say it's mutual. I thought I was going to pass out from what you did to me with your tongue. Remember, you're the young whippersnapper. I'm a fragile old lady."