Page 34 of Cognac Secrets
The first thing I did was hang my jacket and cut on a nearby chair, setting my helmet on the desk. I held out my hand for her lid, and she handed it to me and I set it next to mine.
She lowered her bag off her shoulder and set it on the floor near the little two-seater loveseat, and I held out my hand to her. She took it, and I wasted no time in towing her into my arms.
She was supple and soft against me, her lips so incredibly fuckingsoft. It wasn’t that I could drown my feelings in her, no, it was something else. It was thatshe made me feel. Finally,something, something other than the desolate emotional wasteland of my grief. I wanted more. I wanted more of it so fucking bad, and the only way I could think to get it was this. I knew it was selfish. I knew it wasn’t right and that I was probably being really fucked up right now, butfuck, I felt like I needed this and I could tell, there was a part of her that needed something like it, too.
I kissed her, and she kissed me, her hands to either side of my face, sliding down the sides of my neck and along my shoulders, while my own hands traversed down the curves of her body, around from her back, down her ribs, to that delicious inward curve of her body before the flare of her hips. I settled my hands to her hips, and gripped them firmly, pulling her even further into me, melding our bodies together, slipping my knee between hers and pressing the top of my thigh tight against her body.
She moaned, and rolled her hips in a sinuous motion, grinding against me, a whimper escaping her, andfuck,that was hot. So, fuckingsexy, and so fuckingnaturalcoming from her.
My desire for her went supernova, but didn’t pull back, die, or fade away like the dying of the star implied. No, I just went from a star to the fuckingsunwith the intensity of heat that flushed me, and went straight to my throbbing cock.
When she reached down between us to fondle me through my khakis, I almost thought I would die. It’d been a while since I’d last done anything with anyone, period, let alone anything that felt like it held weight, or meaning, like this did.
“Fuck.” I broke the kiss just long enough to moan the word between us and the small smile that graced her swollen lips made me feel like I did something, but what, I couldn’t tell you.
She was the one to start eagerly working at my belt, smoothly transitioning to unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, to reach inside them to stroke me over my underwear.
Since she was making such bold moves, I helped myself to sliding my hands up under her blouse and I fully admit in delighting in the delicious little shudder that she gave when my hands contacted her smooth skin.
We continued kissing throughout our hands making their wandering explorations of one another, our clothes coming off, piece by piece. She gazed at my tattoos, running light fingertips over swirls of ink under my skin, tracing letters, and bringing those keen green eyes up to mine.
“I don’t have any tattoos,” she said softly and I smiled at her.
“You don’t need them,” I said. “You’re a feast for the eyes even without the added art.”
She blinked at me in surprise and slipped down to her knees, pulling me from my boxer briefs and flicking her tongue against the head of my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, but then I was gasping, body tightening, as she practically swallowed me fucking whole.
I threw back my head and gasped, my fingers tangling in the back of her long tresses as she bobbed her head back and forth, her velvet pink tongue gliding along the underside of my cock as she teased me so sweetly with her mouth. I massaged the back of her neck, which was tense, and I looked down at her, where she gazed up at me, with perfect trust in her eyes.
I wanted to thrust. I wanted to fuck her face because that was just a small part of the primal urge I had in the moment, but I didn’t. Something in her eyes stayed me, and what’s more, I held control of myself because I was man and not fucking animal. If we discussed it, and she told me she was alright with it, I would have gone to town, but that just wasn’t something you did without knowing your partner – without knowing their limits. There was pushing the envelope and testing the waters, and then there was just a blatant fucking disregard for their thoughts and feelings. At this juncture, going wild like that was selfish, and the latter, I wasn’t about to do that to her after how sweet, kind, and wonderfully selfless she’d been.
“Fuck, yeah…” I gasped out. “Good girl. That’s such a good fucking girl.”
I’m not sure what made me say the latter, but it paid off, as she smiled around my dick in her mouth and seemed to suffuse with a very real glow from the praise.
I smiled down at her and let her make love to me with her mouth, until I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to stand it anymore, at which point I locked my hands in her hair and pulled my hips back.
“Ah!” she cried a little and her head went back, but her eyes were heavy lidded with desire, a sexy smoothness overtaking her features.
I asked her, “You like having your hair pulled?”
She captured her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. I tightened my grip ever so slightly in her deep brown tresses. She closed her eyes and practically went lax from my grip.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I whispered. “You’re so fuckingbeautifulwhen you’re on your knees for me like this. So perfect…” She looked up to me and the small smile that graced her lips was almost shy, and the pride that shone from her face made me feel really damn good.
“Let’s get you undressed the rest of the way, yeah?” I let my gaze fall from her face to the tops of her breasts, revealed by the low neckline of her Bohemian peasant blouse.
Somehow, I’d lost my shirt, and my pants and underwear were around my thighs, but aside from her belt being undone and her button on her jeans having been freed from its loop, she was still mostly dressed. I couldn’t have that.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped on the hems of my pant legs to pull my legs free, even as I took her hands into mine and turned her so the bed was at her back.
“Sit,” I ordered and she did. God, how she beautifully and eagerly acquiesced to my commands. I reached for her buttons and her hands eagerly went to undo them. I smirked and batted them away, and she dropped them on the bed to either side of her hips with a slightly nervous giggle.
“I want to do it,” I said softly, and she looked up at me with a soft wonder.
She watched my face as I undid her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She helped get it off from over her hands and tossed it on the floor behind me, as I captured her mouth with mine and slipped hands around to her back to undo her bra.
