Forty-Nine Shades Are Close Enough Page 2

  He dragged in a deep breath and managed to speak to her in a regular tone instead of the girlish squeak that nearly came out. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

  She smiled up at him with a sexy look that nearly made him come in his pants. But instead of pushing her against the wall, hiking that flirty skirt up around her waist, and slamming his hungry cock into her cunt, he gently took her hand and brushed his fingers across the inside of her wrist. “I like that top. It suits you.”

  She smiled even more and let him lead her inside Fergus’ and to their table, which was against the wall about halfway to the front of the restaurant.

  He pulled out her chair and settled her facing the band, then sat beside her instead of opposite, so he could brush her thigh with his and hold her hand, yet still see her face.

  Step One satisfactorily completed, he thought with relief, as the server came up to talk about drinks and the menu.

  Two hours later Yanni was feeling really hopeful. Everything had gone perfectly. The food was served promptly and every dish was delicious. Audrey had commented on how much she enjoyed the music. Their conversation flowed constantly and smoothly, their ideas in accord with each other. She’d let him hold her hand and had even squeezed his back from time to time, and when he’d brushed his lips over her wrist, she’d blushed and giggled. Even if nothing else happened between them tonight, he thought it’d been a success. Of course, his cock might just implode and kill him, but still…

  Gently, he took both her hands in his, stared into her eyes to gauge her reaction, and said, “Come home with me please, Audrey. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but I want you so much. Can we try again? You can stop us at any time and I’ll respect your wishes.”

  For a moment she hesitated and his heart was beating so hard he thought he would be sick. Then she smiled and nodded. “Okay. I’d like to try again.”

  He breathed out in a rush of air and smiled. “Thank God. I want you so much.”

  “I want you too,” she whispered.

  “Your car or mine? Or do you want to follow me?”

  Again she hesitated, and he started to panic. Thoughtfully, she said, “We’ll go in your car. I’m serious about this.”

  Yanni dragged in a lungful of air—he hadn’t even been aware he’d stopped breathing—then said, “I’m serious too, about only doing what you want. I want you to be happy. Your pleasure is very important to me.”

  As they left the bar, he was aware of Fergus watching them. Keep your fingers crossed for me please, he thought. Yanni settled her in the car, and refrained from helping her with the seat belt because he wouldn’t have been able to resist touching her luscious breasts. Take it slowly, he warned himself.

  Working to keep his cock under control and the atmosphere light, Yanni asked, “Of all the movies you’ve ever seen, which do you think is the best?”

  “Hmm…that’s a hard question. The best artistically, or just the most fun to watch?”

  “Either. Whatever.”

  “I’m not sure. Maybe The King’s Speech. Really appealing characters. I was on the edge of my seat wanting him to succeed. But it also has a great story behind it.”

  The journey passed quickly as they discussed the merits of several movies, and soon he was pulling into the parking lot at his apartment building, locking the car, and leading her inside.

  Oh God, please let me get it right this time, he prayed as he opened his front door. “Coffee?” he asked waving toward the kitchen.

  “Sounds good.” She climbed onto a stool at his kitchen counter and chattered happily as he made coffee, then they took their mugs into the living room to drink. They relaxed together on the sofa, and when he put his arm across her shoulder she snuggled into him. Maybe it’d be better to stay here than repeat that fiasco in the bedroom.

  Yanni picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he came to a romance movie, which he left on with the sound turned low. Then he turned her face to his and kissed her softly, just the briefest touch of his lips to hers.

  She cuddled into him, so he feathered kisses on her nose, eyebrows, and across her jawline, and then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, resting her palms against his chest.

  Yanni tilted Audrey’s mouth up to his and kissed her more deeply. When he licked the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. He pulled her body more firmly against his and kissed her harder, sliding his tongue around behind her teeth, licking the insides of her cheeks, tasting the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, and then she sucked on him, raising the heat between them to a higher level.

  Finally they broke apart to breathe, and all the while he rubbed gentle circles on her back, and murmured soft endearments against her neck before diving back in for another hot kiss. This time he sucked her tongue into his mouth before thrusting his deep into hers, subconsciously demonstrating what his aching cock was hoping for.

  She pulled back a little from him, but before he could panic her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Yanni let her take the lead, reminding himself, This is all about her. Let her set the pace.

  Fortunately, his self-control wasn’t tested too far as she ran her palms against his skin, then tweaked his nipples, before pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuckling his belt.

  Yanni slid his hands down her back to cup her butt as she unzipped him and freed his hot, aching cock. He sighed with relief as she pulled it out of his briefs and held it firmly in her hand.

  “Oh, yeah, that feels good,” he said, lifting up her skirt and slipping both hands inside her panties.

  She wiggled in his arms, encouraging him, so he held her ass with one hand and brought the other forward to cup her mound.

  Her fingers were doing wicked things to his dick, pressing on the throbbing vein and rubbing his moisture into the head. When she ran her fingernail under the ridge between the cap and the shaft, he groaned. It felt so damn good.

  He slid his longest finger into her channel. She wasn’t very wet yet, but she seemed to be enjoying herself so he teased around her entry and massaged her clit. It was warm and engorged, poking out from its protective little hood, but she still wasn’t creaming much.

  “Tell me what you want. What would you like me to do next? Where do you like being touched?” he whispered.

  “Talk dirty to me. Tell me all the things you’d like to do to me.”

  “Well, hell. What wouldn’t I like to do? I want to stroke you here,” he pressed his finger into her cunt and twirled it around until he could feel her walls dampening a little.

  He moved the hand on her ass until one finger could rim her rosette. “I’d like to touch you here too. Maybe even fuck you here one day.”

  More cream dampened the finger in her pussy, so he slid a second finger in there and pressed his longest finger to her anus.

  “Keep talking. Really dirty,” she gasped, gripping his cock and running her hand up and down it.

  “I definitely want to kiss your breasts. They’re so round and lush. A true handful. And I’ll suck those pert nipples as well.”

  Her honey was soaking his fingers now and she was thrusting onto his hand.

  “Condom,” she ordered.

  “In my wallet.”

  “Keep talking. I’ll put it on.”

  While she rummaged in his pocket, found his wallet, and rolled the latex down his shaft, Yanni tried to keep his mouth and brain working enough to describe how he’d like to suck her cunt, taste her honey, and then kiss her to show her what she tasted like.

  She dragged his pants down and cried, “Fuck me. Fuck me now. But don’t stop talking.”

  He took his fingers out of her and pulled her panties down. She kicked them off, then lay back on the sofa, pulling him down on top of her. “Talk.”

  “Hell, I want to push into you like this, slow and smooth, deeper and deeper.”

  She widened her legs and thrust her hips
up, driving him into her to the hilt. She was hot and wet and welcoming.

  “You feel so good. I want to fuck you hard, deep, fast.”

  “Oh yes.”

  Yanni pounded into her, his hands pushing her top up so he could play with her nipples.

  “Don’t stop talking,” she gasped, thrusting into his strokes, pressing her breasts up into his hands.

  His cock was almost bursting, she felt so good. His brain was frying with the need to hold off until she came. The last thing he wanted to do was talk. But it seemed to be very important to her, so he managed to describe what he was doing in short, jerky, breathy sentences.

  “I’ll tilt your hips up like this. So I can go deeper. I’ll touch your clit. It’s so hot. I know you like it. Pinch your nipple…”

  Audrey screamed and his cock was flooded with her hot essence. Her channel gripped him hard, milking him, and with relief he stopped talking and let go his control. His cock exploded inside her, stream after stream of hot cum jetting into the latex.

  “Feels so good. Hot. Tight. Wet,” he muttered. Then kissed her as she shook in his arms.

  They clung together breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside her and their clothes twisted and tangled around them.

  “Thank you, that was wonderful.” She kissed him.

  “You’re wonderful. But how about we get undressed and move into the bed. It’ll be a lot more comfortable.”

  “Okay.”

  They disentangled themselves, shedding clothing as they stood.

  Yanni took care of the condom, then picked her up in his arms and jogged with her into the bedroom. They’d had sex and it was even better than he’d hoped. No, they’d made love, and it was perfect. He was the happiest man on the planet.

  Chapter Three

  Finally, finally, she’d had a genuine, real-live, honest-to-God, man-made orgasm. And damn, it felt good! Whatever had been preventing her from successfully making love to a man was gone, thanks to the wonderful, wonderful, totally delicious Yanni. Audrey wanted to sing and dance and shout and clap. But she’d settle for another orgasm—once Yanni had recovered. How long did it take a man to recover? An hour? Two?

  Meanwhile, she was perfectly happy snuggled into his arms. He had big, strong, muscular arms, yet he was so gentle in how he touched and held her. He really was amazing. A wall of solid, hard muscles, yet so soft and tender with her. Mr. Perfect-In-Every-Way. And he was hers. All hers.

  Audrey licked a line across his chest from side to side, then up and around his nipple. Such a tiny little nub, yet one long lick and it was standing up. Hmm. She switched to the other one, swiping over it with her tongue, then sucking it into her mouth.

  Ha! The nipple wasn’t the only thing standing up. She could feel Yanni’s cock pressing into her thigh.

  Deliberately, she teased him by wiggling her leg before taking pity on him and rubbing her breasts against his chest, pressing her lower body against his.

  “Are you starting something, precious?” Yanni murmured into her hair.

  “Maybe,” she giggled.

  Yanni tugged at her arms and pulled her to sit on him. “Now I can watch you while you play,” he said.

  “Hmm, so many toys. Which one will I play with first?” She laughed, touching him lightly on each nipple, then trailing a teasing finger down toward his groin. She wiggled on his thighs, letting him feel her damp pussy, before running a hand along his sensitive inner thighs and up to his groin.

  Audrey licked her lip, her gaze on his, noting how his eyes had become heavy-lidded with lust. Her breasts were heavy and achy too with desire, and she loved the freedom to touch and taste whatever she wanted. She leaned forward to kiss his jaw, already just the tiniest bit bristly with the regrowth of his beard. Then she sucked each nipple again before licking a long line down toward his cock.

  His cock was huge and hard, fully aroused already, waving at her. The long vein was throbbing visibly with his need, and the cap was a deep red. Ha! That answers my question about a man’s—well, Yanni’s—recovery time. Pretty damn fast! Unable to resist this particular toy any longer, she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, nibbling across the head and poking her tongue into the tiny slit to taste him. Mmm, delicious. Salty, and just the tiniest bit tart.

  Audrey sucked him in again, pressing the pads of her fingers into the long vein to feel his pulse throbbing, reveling in his desire for her. Finally, she let him pop out of her mouth and sat up to tweak his nipples and to press the palms of her hands onto his wonderful chest. She loved the feel of all that muscular, manly strength.

  But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to suck his cock a whole lot more. It was waving at her with need and looked just like a giant lollipop. She’d relished his flavor. Tasting him again would be even better. He and his lovely cock were irresistible.

  Audrey slid farther down his body until her mouth was comfortably poised over his cock, then cupped his sac in one hand while she licked the length of his shaft. Gently rolling his balls, she nibbled around the head of his cock, pressing her tongue into the little niche where cap and head joined. She smiled at Yanni’s hissed response.

  Next she sucked him deep into her mouth, tilting her head back and opening the back of her throat to take in as much as possible of him. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, before gradually letting him slide out.

  Moving lower, she sucked first one ball, then the other into her mouth, fascinated by the different textures of his skin. His sac, his shaft, and his cockhead all felt and tasted quite different, though equally delicious.

  Yanni’s hands were on her head, his fingers threaded through her hair as his hips rose up into her mouth. Audrey responded by sucking him deep and hard again, then releasing him to scrape her teeth across his cap. She was stroking him now, rolling his balls as she sucked and licked, nipped and nibbled. Faster and harder she moved, until Yanni gave a shout and exploded into her mouth.

  Audrey sucked him some more, draining every last drop, then licked her lips, raising her head to gaze into his eyes. Hastily he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  “Oh precious, that was wonderful. You’re absolutely perfect.”

  “You taste very good, quite delicious in fact.” She licked her lips again and smiled.

  Yanni hugged her tightly for a little while longer, then released her.

  “Now let me return the favor,” he suggested.

  He flipped her onto her back, and then slithered down the bed until his face was level with her pussy. His beard rasped in the most enticing way as he licked across her mound and slid his tongue into her channel. Yanni held her open with his fingers as his tongue pressed inside her. She liked the feeling of his tongue rubbing her channel and flicking her clit. He really did it well, with just the right balance of pressure and tension.

  But she wasn’t wet anymore. Not the tiniest bit.

  Yanni teased her clit, running his tongue around it, flicking it and pressing it. What he was doing felt very, very good. But he may as well have been licking her knee for all the sexual arousal that was happening inside her. His teeth tickled her labia and he sucked first one lip then the other into his mouth.

  She really was enjoying it, but she could feel the tears rising in her eyes. Any minute now he would throw her out of the bed and call her “a useless, frigid bitch,” just as Joe had done.

  What was wrong with her? He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man. The ideal sexual partner, so loving and giving, so tender yet wild. And she’d had a totally awesome orgasm from his cock without an erotic book in the room. She could do this, she could!

  Audrey concentrated on the feelings he evoked in her. Lust, passion, tenderness. He was touching her just right, firmly enough to arouse, but not harsh enough to hurt. So why wasn’t she wet? Why wasn’t another orgasm building inside her? He was perfect. Wonderful. And she was—a useless, frigid bitch.

  Audrey was unable to stop the sob of intense disappointment rumbling through
her body. She bit down on her lip until it bled, but despite her efforts the sob rose up through her chest and out of her mouth.

  Yanni lifted his head from her pussy and stared at her. She couldn’t hide the tears trickling down her face, or prevent the heaving of her chest. “Oh precious, what have I done to upset you? Audrey, Audrey, precious, we don’t have to make love again if you don’t want it. I can understand if you’re a once-a-night kind of woman. Oh darling,” he hugged her to him, patting her back and pressing her head into his chest.

  “I do want it. I want you…so much. It’s just I-I-I’m a useless, frigid bitch,” she sobbed, her tears soaking his skin.

  “Frigid? Are you trying to make a joke? I can’t imagine anything less frigid than you. You’re hot stuff right enough.”

  “But I’m not wet. You’re touching me just right and I’m not wet.” Audrey’s voice broke on a wail, and consumed with her miserable failure as a woman, she leaned into him and cried.

  ****

  Yanni was confused. His arms were full of the most luscious, desirable woman he’d ever met. They’d had incredible sex on the sofa, then she’d gone down on him and his heads—both of them—were still ringing with the amazing orgasm she’d given him. Hell, he couldn’t recall coming twice that fast since he was a randy teenager. Now she was crying her heart out and he couldn’t make a damn bit of sense out of what she was saying.

  Well, he hadn’t grown up in a family with two younger sisters without learning enough to know that when they threw themselves into his arms and cried, the only correct response was to just cuddle them and keep his big mouth shut. Yanni rocked slowly backward and forward, rubbing along her spine gently and softly murmuring soothing noises.

  Had some asshole told her she was frigid because she didn’t want sex as often as he did? That was the only thing that seemed to fit from what she’d said. Likely, when she stopped crying he’d figure it out. Besides, she really did feel wonderful held so close to him like this. Of course, it’d be better if she wasn’t crying, but if this was all he could get, he wasn’t complaining. She seemed content to be in his arms and that was a start.