Pleasure

Rated R

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He needed her tonight.  He hadn’t realized how badly until his cell phone had chirped at him earlier that afternoon and her sweet voice had flowed over him like warm honey.  She was in Chicago.  For the weekend.  For the whole God damn weekend!  He grinned like an idiot as he guided his car into the garage beneath his condo.

When he’d left the office, he’d given specific instructions that he was not to be disturbed for any reason unless it was life or death . . .

And that meant death to the life that was calling him.

He had left them wandering, but he didn’t give a damn.  All that mattered was that she was in town and he could loose himself in her once more.  He didn’t want to think about the fact that it had been six weeks since they had last seen each other nor did he want to ponder on the fact that she was on his mind more and more.  Their brief times together, these fleeting moments had always been enough.

So why did he suddenly find himself wanting more?

Punching the garage door opener to close the garage door, he climbed out of his car and entered his condo.  He could hear her humming in the kitchen and it caused him to smile.  She had said she would be cooking dinner, something that she rarely had time to do anymore.  He set his briefcase down just inside a little room that made up his office and continued on down the short hall towards the kitchen.  Passing the living room he saw that she had started a fire in the fireplace and an image of them making love in front of the roaring fire, the light of the flame casting a soft glow over her naked flesh made him shiver with desire.

“Sweet Jesus, have mercy on me,” he whispered as he came to a halt just inside the kitchen.  Nina turned slightly from the stove and flashed a grin at him, then went back to stirring whatever she was cooking in the large pot.

Frank blinked.  Rubbed his eyes, then blinked again.  “Wh-what are you . . .” he couldn’t get his brain to function right.  He could only stand there and stare . . . and drool like an idiot.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart, haven’t you ever seen a woman cook before?”

“Not in a negligee, I haven’t,” he answered on a hard swallow.  She flashed him another smile and shifted her black lace covered hips.  His eyes followed the action and his breath hitched.  “Why are you cooking in a negligee, Nina?”

“Oh, I just thought if I kept you distracted enough, you wouldn’t notice if I burned dinner or not.”  This brought a smile to his face.  She would definitely distract him wearing that.  It was a sexy combination of black lace and satin and it formed to her curves as if it had been painted on.  She had on sheer black stockings clipped to garter belts and spiked black mile-high heels that went with her already incredible mile-high legs.  Frank felt a tightening in his groin.

“You planning on burning dinner, baby?”

She glanced back coyly at him over her shoulder.  “Oh yeah.”

He started moving towards her.  Quickly turning the flame off, she barely had time to turn around when he pounced on her.  She laughed as she lifted her face for his kiss.  His hands settled on her hips as he immediately guided them to his own and pressed hard, grinding his arousal against her.  Nina gasped softly, her lips parting.  Not one to miss an opportunity, Frank thrust his tongue between her parted lips and proceeded to devour her.

He was drowning in the incredibly sweet taste of her.  Their tongues danced, twirled, then mated and he couldn’t get enough.  His hands glided over her body, eliciting moans from her that excited him.  The combined feel of satin and lace under his fingertips as they sought out her flesh only served to further ignite the flame that had been burning deep inside him.  A flame that when exposed to the air threatened to backdraft and consume them both.

“Frank,” she breathed as he guided his mouth along her jaw.  His teeth nipped along the jaw line as his tongue came out to sooth.  She clung to him unable to do anything else.  She’d known that when the assault came she would be in for a wild ride.  Frank had a habit of bottling up his emotions, of keeping things locked up inside so that when they came together she usually got the full force of its release.  Sex with Frank was always explosive, but lately it seemed different, almost desperate.  She worried about him and it was one of the reasons why she’d requested the weekend off.  She was going to cross that line that they had always kept drawn between them.  That line that separated their relationship and his work.

She prayed he wouldn’t shut her out.

Lifting her hands up to frame his face, she glided her fingers back into his hair as his mouth took possession of hers again.  He couldn’t taste her enough, he couldn’t touch her enough. His tongue plundered the inside of her mouth as his hands plundered the outside of her body.  His hands covered her breasts.  He could feel the hard nubs of her nipples pressing through the lacy material against his palms as he moved his hands in a circular motion over them.  Nina arched her back, pressing her breasts more fully into the palms of his hands.

Suddenly his mouth was gone from hers and her knees buckled when it clamped over one lace covered nipple.  He drew it in, cupped his tongue around it and suckled hard.  One hard muscled arm held her firmly against him as his other hand came up to cup the breast, to push it up more fully into his mouth.  He ravaged it; he teased, played and toyed with it until she was screaming his name.  Then with a precision move that came only from knowing her body so well, he dragged his velvety tongue roughly across the overly sensitized nipple and she shattered in his arms.

Lifting her up, he carried her into the living room and laid her on the floor before the roaring fire.  She stared up at him through passion filled eyes as he stepped back to remove his jacket, his shoulder holster, his thick sweater and finally his pants.  When he joined her on the floor, the warm glow from the fire danced off his golden skin making Nina feel as if she were about to mate with a god.  He was so beautiful!

Lifting her arms up, she beckoned to him.  He stretched out beside her as she turned on her side to face him.  Drawing her against him, he used his left hand to prop his head up, while his right hand slowly moved to explore the curves of her body.  She pressed up warmly against him, her hands against his bare chest.  “I’ve missed you.” Her lips whispered along his flesh, her tongue flicking across a flat nipple.

His hand came up to tangle in her hair as he drew in a deep breath.  “Nina.” He drew her name out in a soft caress as she continued to trace her tongue along his warm flesh, causing him to shiver despite the heat of the fire behind him.  He had always cared for her, knew that he had feelings for her, but it wasn’t until that moment that he realized the depth or strength of those feelings.  Always, their brief interludes had been enough for him, but not anymore.  More and more he found himself wanting to share more of himself, of needing her on a daily basis, rather than the infrequent hit and misses they now shared.  Rolling onto his back, he drew her across him, his hand clamped around the back of her neck as he sought out the warm sweet taste of her mouth.

Tenderness.  She had never known such tenderness from him.  He was always a considerate lover, always giving before taking, but their loving making was usually intense – like the man himself.  This tenderness he was giving her now was so different from what she expected that it was a moment before she reacted to it.  Pulling away from his kiss, she raised her head as far as his hand at the back of her neck would allow her.

“What’s wrong?”

“What makes you think anything is wrong?” he released her neck and gently stroked the skin that had furrowed into a frown with his thumb.

“You are being . . .” she didn’t want to sound mean about it, but couldn’t think of a better way to put it.  “Tender, gentle, slow.  It’s not like you, it’s not what I’ve become accustomed too.”

He smiled slowly up at her look of concern.  “Well then, become accustom to it because I plan to spend the entire weekend doing just that.”  He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and tugged on it gently until she brought her lips to his so he could nibble on them.  “The entire weekend bringing you nothing but pleasure.”

Pleasure . . .

“Oh-“ Was her last coherent word as her mind was swept away in the erotic sensations that his mouth and hands sent humming through her body.

Rolling her back over, his hands and mouth began a trail that started from her head and ended with her toes.  Slowly working the negligee off – bit by bit.

Pleasure . . .

Not a spot on her body that he did not pay close attention to.  He kissed, he nipped, he sucked, he stroked.  And that was with his mouth.  His hands were a whole other deal.

Pleasure . . .

She loved his hands.  They were nice large hands, with long tapered fingers that could easily strum the strings of a guitar as they now strummed across her skin eliciting a style of music that only played between lovers.

She moaned as those hands now skimmed up her legs and over her thighs.  She lifted her hips in silent invitation, letting him know how much she needed his touch there.  How much she needed more than just his touch, but his possession.

Giving her what she sought, he allowed his fingers to glide over the tangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs.  He wouldn’t last much longer.  He throbbed to the point of pain and his need to be inside her was anything but tender.  Gently, he eased a finger into her wet sheath and immediately the muscles surrounding it clamped down and tried to suck him in further.  Her response was immediate as her body stiffened trying to reach that explosive state that was just beyond reach.

“Frank!” His name exploded from her lips as her hands clamped down on the sheets.  It was more than he could take as he rose up over her, spreading her thighs further apart to make room for his hips.

She sucked his hard length in much as she had his finger.  He glided into her slick chamber easily as she swallowed him up.  Tight . . . so tight.  The all consuming need to possess raced to the forefront of his mind wiping out any tenderness from his thoughts.

“Faster!” she cried out as he settled into a quick rhythm.  He groaned, burying his face into the hollow of her neck.  He breathed in the sweet smell of her mixed with the heady smell of their joining and he slid his hands beneath her hips to lift them up into his downward thrust.

Her fingers dug into his back, her legs were wrapped tightly around his as their bodies mated, coming together in a ritual as old as time.

Pleasure . . .

She felt as if she were suspended in air.  That brief moment when after you jump, you hang there, not beginning the fall for that split second.  Then she was falling!  She was out of control as her vision dimmed slightly, her body convulsing, exploding into a million tiny pulsing parts.  Her skin tingled, felt alive as his own release sent him falling after her until they both crashed to the ground in a pile of tangled limbs and sweat slicked bodies.

When he felt he could breathe again without gasping hungrily for it, he lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.  “You lied to me,” she whispered softly against the fullness of his lips.

He lifted his head and raised a questioning eyebrow.  “Oh really and how is that?”

“That wasn’t pleasure, that was ecstasy!”  His lips spread slowly into a sexy, content smile.

“Well now,” he began as he shifted easily over her.  “I guess I’ll have my work cut out for me if I’m gonna top that.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed in her throat as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.  “I’ll certainly enjoy your efforts.”

Pleasure