She pounced with the swiftness of a tiger. The velocity of her hit sent him sprawling back against the small table behind him. She screamed, snarled, punched, and kicked him.
Colin tried to wrap his arms around her to stop her attack but the oil on her body made her as slippery as a seal. She kicked his instep. He lost his balance and they went tumbling onto the floor. Colin turned to take the brunt of the fall, but even though they landed on a soft alpaca throw, the hit jarred his stitches. It hurt like hell.
“You are a miserable excuse for a man!” Sophia railed. “My husband was more of gentleman than you!” She pummeled his chest.
Colin didn’t like what she was saying but he liked the way she way saying it. It was better than the weepy emotional scaredy-cat she’d been. Grinning, he rolled over onto her. Her eyes widened when his thickening cock speared the inside of her thigh. Oh, hell, he was so close. Her skin was so slick that if she moved so much as an inch he would be inside of her.
Colin swallowed hard and, just for the sheer pleasure of ruffling her feathers more, he said, “So that’s a no?”
“Argh! You are impossible!” She strained against him. Her nipples were hard as pebbles against his chest, her skin had warmed, and she was trembling. He lowered his nose to her neck and inhaled. “I yam what I yam.”
She made a choking noise and he kissed the pulse in her jugular despite the way she strained against him. “And what I am is sorry for hurting your feelings.”
“Colin,” she hissed. Didn’t matter. He could feel her body call to his. She wanted him just as he much as he wanted her.
“Sophia,” he answered, kissing her behind the ear. Tenderness was an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.
She raised her knee again. He blocked it with his own. The action thrust his hips higher between her legs. Tenderness gave way to primal heat.
The head of his cock tapped into her slick folds. Sophia’s eyes widened and her body gripped him. He clenched his jaw so hard he was afraid he’d break his teeth. Her body sizzled and pulsed around his cock with such intensity that he could not—
She shifted and—Ah, Jesus. He slid another inch into her. They both gasped, but still she pushed him away. “For the love of God, Sophia,” he rasped. “Let me in.”
She inhaled sharply, pushing at his shoulders while her hips moved upward and her pussy lured him in deeper. She was giving mixed messages. He was but a mere man and she the almighty, all-powerful woman. Her velvety muscles clenched and unclenched around his throbbing cock, seducing him in the way only a woman’s body could.
He was on the verge of a compete meltdown. Perspiration beaded on his forehead. He did not move, not even a flinch. Their bodies were as rigid as steel beams. It was all Colin could do not to sink balls deep into her. Her body was so slick with oil, each time she inhaled he slipped a little deeper into her, and with each exhale she pushed him back. He thrust, she parried. He dug his fingers into her hair and rested his forehead against hers. The slight movement took him another inch deeper into her.
He squeezed his eyes shut, clamped his jaw tight, and fought his body’s natural inclination to move deeper into her and mate. Her warm body trembled beneath him. Her breathing was fast and furious. He opened his eyes and stared into her big green eyes; only then did he realize they were shimmering with tears.
The sight broke him. He did not want to hurt her. Would never intentionally make her cry. He was acting like a cad. He knew he could beguile his way into her, but that was not how he wanted her. He kissed her on the lips and said, “I’m sorry.”
Gently, he moved away from her.
“No, Colin, stay,” she whispered. Instead of pushing him away again, her hands suddenly clung to him.
His chest hurt. That crazy feeling he felt in the bathtub was back. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and smiled though her tears.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” He kissed her tears away and, as he did, he slid into her. It was the most sublime moment of his life.
Sophia had spent more than a decade longing for Colin. A decade of dreaming and wondering if it had all been just a schoolgirl’s fantasy spun out of control. Now that dream had come full circle. It was the fantasy lived out, but even better. His fingers traced her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and her lips as he allowed her body to accommodate his length and width. When he rocked into her, she gasped and arched. Dear Lord, that felt so damn good.
Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck. “Colin,” she breathed as he began to gently rock into her. She didn’t want gentle; she wanted hot, fast, and urgent. Then she wanted slow, agonizing, and deep. “That feels so good.”
His lips melted into hers as his hips thrust slowly, deeply, wantonly. She opened her body, mind, and soul to him. There was nothing she would not give Colin Daniels at that moment. Even her life. He made her feel like no man had in over ten years. He was just as deep, just as reverent, just as gentle. Tears burned her eyes. Oh, Colin, why couldn’t it have been you?
“It is me, sweetheart, here and now. I’m all yours,” he whispered against her lips.
Her cheeks flamed. Oh my God, she had actually spoken her thoughts out loud!
“Yes,” she said. “Here and now.” Because there would be no tomorrow.
He pushed her hard, then soft, then fast, then slow. Each time he rocked her to the edge of oblivion, he pulled her back only to thrust her to the edge and yank her back again. His hips ground and thrust, gave then took. Sophia became delirious with the need to climax, but each time she was about to scream from the mountaintops, Colin slowed, only to build her up again, the next time more potent. Finally, she thrashed and cried and begged him to let her go. When he did, Sophia shot straight to the stars, where she exploded into a million shimmering shards of sensation. She hung suspended as the fire burst into another fire, then another, higher and higher like the fireworks on the Fourth of July. When the last burst exploded, Colin shot up beside her, his body convulsing and the fire burning him up inside, just as hers had. And then, together, they began their soulful descent back to earth.
They crashed hard. Together they lay spent, barely able to breathe a steady cadence, knowing their lives had just been irrevocably changed forever.
Long, saturated moments passed before Colin lifted her up into his arms and laid her on the big comfortable bed. He climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms. For a long time they lay, limbs entangled, listening to the crash of the waves outside the window. Sophia’s body still shimmered from the intensity of Colin’s lovemaking.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips, imagining him taking her again, and again, and again. She sighed as his lips kissed a hard nipple and his big hand slid down her belly to her smooth mound. He rubbed the tip of his index finger around her straining clit. Sophia moaned as small bursts of sensation electrified her.
“You are so dewy and ripe,” Colin whispered against her nipple. “Like a juicy peach.” His finger sunk into her pussy. She moaned as her liquid muscles wrapped lovingly around him. “So swollen.” He nipped her nipple. She gasped. “So receptive.” His lips trailed down her belly to her hip, where he nibbled, then licked a long swath across her shaved pubis and around her sensitive clit. He slid his finger from her and pressed his lips to her weeping labia. “So succulent.” He lapped her slit, rolling his tongue in and around her.
Sophia’s body was so turned on, she wanted him everywhere. She cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples. She moaned when he slid another finger deep into her. His lips teased her sensitive clitoris, driving her insane with slow, torturous swirls as his fingers thrust in and out of her and his free hand cupped one of her breasts.
Sophia reached down and pulled his hand to her lips to suck his index finger. He moaned and moved hotly against her.
In slow, undulating swirls, Sophia moved her hips to the cadence of Colin’s lips and fingers. He vibrated his fingers inside of her, tapping a spot so sweet and so responsive she shuddered ea
ch time he did. He removed one slick finger, slipped it between her ass cheeks, and pressed against her opening there. Not realizing that spot was so sensitive, she moaned. In response, his lips clamped onto her clit just as his finger tapped her sweet spot with deep, quick thrusts. It sent her reeling. He brought her to the edge, then shoved her over it.
She screamed as she fell into a shattering orgasm. She gaped for air like a beached fish. Her body had slickened with sultry perspiration, and her limbs once again became noodle-limp as each orgasmic wave hit her sensitive shores. No sooner had her body stopped convulsing than Colin turned her over and pulled her up to all fours. He wrapped an arm around her belly and slid his thick cock into her. Sophia hung suspended in a time warp of sensation overload. Every part of her thrummed. He filled her so completely, she could not move. And, oh God, each time he hit that sweet spot dead-on, her entire body melted like butter in the sun.
When he began to rock into her, Sophia nearly wept because the passion he evoked from her was so extreme. He moved back and grabbed the cradle of her hips, then arched his body, thrusting high and deep. Sophia muffled a scream, the pleasure so intense she was moved to tears.
She pushed back, grinding on him, and he rotated his hips, grinding into her. Their connection was so completely sublime she could not imagine ever experiencing it again. So she didn’t. She reveled in the moment as he moved deep, hot, and long inside of her, his rhythm in perfect time with hers.
“Colin!” She gasped as she came in one long, grinding orgasm, the intensity almost too much to bear. She screamed, thrashing against him, as if she were impaled. He moved so fast in and out of her she felt as if she were going to fall off the face of the earth.
His body tensed. “My God, Sophia,” he groaned. His hips trembled and then, as she had before him, Colin came in a wild torrential explosion.
She collapsed beneath him, unable to hold herself up, her limbs like putty.
He fell atop her and, still connected, they drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Still on her belly, Sophia awoke to a warm wet cloth between her legs. Her pussy was sore, but damn if she didn’t want him inside of her again. He swept her wild mass of hair from her back and shoulders, his big hand leaving warm tingles in its wake. When he dripped warm oil down her back, Sophia moaned, pressing her sensitive pussy against the soft comforter. She dug her fingers into the smooth fabric, anticipating another wild sensual romp with the master of ceremonies. Beginning at her shoulders, he kneaded and rubbed the oil into her tired muscles. His strong fingers dug into her flesh, loosening the knots, then smoothing them. He rubbed her back, her arms, her hands, and her fingers. He avoided her hips and between her thighs, making her burn with want. When he slid his fingers across her ass cheeks, she rose against his hand, begging for more.
His lips pressed against the small of her back as he slipped his fingers between her cheeks, then out and then between again, this time deeper. The first time he brushed his fingertip across her anus, she stiffened in surprise and embarrassment. “Relax, love,” he crooned. “Relax.” The second time, he swirled his finger around the sensitive spot, she popped her bottom up. The third time, he pressed more firmly and nipped her cheek with his teeth. She had never let another man touch her like that. Only Colin. She moaned, a willing partner, enjoying the new sexy sensation, anxious to see how far he would go and how exciting it would feel.
She pressed her knees into the comforter, giving him more access, letting him know she was game. “That’s a girl.” He continued rubbing her anus. Sophia moaned, pressing her bottom against the pressure. His lips trailed along her cheeks, kissing, nipping, licking. The slickness of the oil coupled with the strange but erotic feeling of Colin’s finger swirling around her anus caught her off guard. She gasped in a breath and pushed back into his fingertip. His tongue slid between her ass cheeks as his fingertip tapped gently into her opening. Sophia swallowed hard and tightened up.
“Relax, Sophie,” he crooned. Gently, he turned her over onto her back and pressed her thighs open. He slid his thick middle finger deep into her dripping, clenching pussy, as his tongue slid back and forth across her sensitive clit. The tip of his finger rubbed her anus, pressing gently for entry.
Sophia dug her fingers into his hair and let her thighs loosen and fall open. She’d never thought of doing such a thing, but with Colin it seemed like the most natural thing to do. His finger gently, persistently teased her to total relaxation. “I want to take you to places you’ve never gone before.”
And she wanted to go there with him. Only him. Sophia closed her eyes completely, losing herself in the eroticism of the act. With one finger inserted deep into her pussy, the other in her anus, and his lips locked around her clit, teasing and taunting it to the point of shattering, he breathed, “You okay?”
Sophia opened her mouth to answer, but he began to gently rock into her with a slow, steady cadence. Her clit pulsated. He hit her G-spot and some other spot in her anus she had no name for. The combination of sensations was so overwhelming, and felt so damn good, her body could not process the overstimulation.
“God, yessss,” she crooned. He pushed her higher, then higher again, so high she lost sight of earth. So high she could not breathe, so high she felt as if she had indeed died and gone to heaven. No modesty, no inhibitions, just pure, unadulterated passion with a man she barely knew but felt she had known a lifetime. And then, her entire body liquefied as if it came apart all around her. Sophia screamed as her clit, pussy, and anus convulsed as one, then fell apart. In a wild spiral, she twisted, turned, and undulated as lightning repeatedly struck every erogenous zone in her body.
And in her spiral, he pushed her higher, into the moon, sun, and the stars, before she crashed. Sophia lay broken, heaving, gasping for air as her body twitched and trembled, the convulsions crashing into her, multiple orgasms licking her nerve endings raw. Then Colin sunk his hot, thick cock so far into her, she felt him hit the tip of her womb and she shattered all over again.
His lips took hers, his tongue tangling with hers as he thrust into her with an urgency that belied the act. It was full of emotion. Of a need so deep and profound, it transcended his body into hers. His head might deny what his body professed, but Sophia knew he cared for her, more deeply than he admitted.
Just as another wave slammed into her, his body strained, jerked, and he released inside of her with such an explosion she felt his warm seed fill her. His slick body collapsed against hers, and they stared at each other in wonder and awe, as they struggled to gain a sense of what had just happened.
Colin rolled over, pulling her in to his arms, his body trembling in time with hers.
They lay unmoving except for their bodies struggling to regain normalcy. But even hours later, as the sun sank into the churning Pacific, their bodies still entwined, Sophia knew nothing would ever be normal for her again.
“Colin?” Sophia whispered.
“Hmmm,” he answered lazily.
“Tell me about the one woman you made love to.” She didn’t know why she asked, especially after all that had happened between them in the last few hours, but her female curiousity got the better of her. She wanted to know if he still had feelings for her, even though it was none of her business.
He lifted his tousled head from where he’d been resting between her breasts and looked at her with hooded, laconic eyes. He smiled and kissed a nipple. “Her name was Cinderella.”
Sophia stiffened. “Cinderella?”
“Uh-huh. That’s how I think of her. She left me after we made love, without even a glass slipper to cherish the memory. I never saw her again.”
Jealousy prickled her heart. “Did she go to St. John’s?”
He kissed the other nipple, then licked it. It immediately perked up. “Yes.” He looked into her eyes and smiled that cat-that-ate-thecanary smile. “What about you, Sophia? Any long-lost loves?”
She set her jaw, wanting to tell him everything, but she hesitated. H
e’d think she was foolish and she’d get really pissed when he wouldn’t remember. She should just leave it alone. But she didn’t. “There was a boy in high school.”
“What happened?”
“Angelo happened. But even if he hadn’t, the boy barely knew I existed.”
His lips trailed along the pulsing vein in her neck to her chin. “Oh, I doubt that. You are a hard girl to forget.”
Sophia stiffened. “Not when he had a thousand girls throwing their panties at him.”
He chuckled. “You think so?”
His hand slid down her belly to her warm mound. Sophia tried to ignore the eruption of sensation. “Did you—have feelings for Cinderella?”
He slid his finger around her slick folds and her body immediately salivated for him. “Jesus, Sophia. Your pussy is insatiable.”
“Only for you.” Aware that he’d avoided answering her question, she pushed him onto his back. She nipped his nipple, then sucked it. She looked down at his intense gaze. “Did you have feelings for Cinderella?” she asked more forcefully.
“Yes.”
“What kind of feelings?” she asked, jealous of a ghost.
She felt his cock thicken against her thigh. She raised a brow and cocked her head.
He grinned. “Those kind of feelings. And, the kind of feelings you have for someone who is pure of heart and who gives themselves to you selflessly.”
Sophia was dumbstruck by his words. Was this Colin Daniels speaking? Her shock must have shown on her face. “I’m not a complete Neanderthal, Sophia. Of course it took me a long time to realize just how special she was.”