The Taming of the Bastard by Lindy Dale Page A

life plan didn’t have a
contingency file labelled ‘hot boyfriend.’
    “They have
these dark blue rims around the outside of the green bits. They’re
so round.” His voice was gravelly. It grated against my skin in the
most erotic way. I bit my lip and swallowed as he placed a delicate
kiss on each of my lids. I could feel my lungs tightening as his
hands moved down to cup my buttocks. I prayed for the seduction to
be quick. I didn’t think I could stand this delicate torture.
    “You’re
trembling,” he whispered, as he leaned down to kiss me.
    Of course, he’d
kissed me before, restrained goodnight kisses, the odd peck on the
cheek and the melt-in-your-boots-bowl-you-over kiss at the car park
but nothing like this. This kiss was hot and wet and lacking in
restraint of any kind. I had no choice but to tremble beneath it.
It was the type of kiss that made me want him. It made me want him
more and more. His lips were soft and gentle at first, like tiny
droplets of mist on my cheeks, then hard and fast, urging me to
surrender. They were igniting a fire in me like I'd never
experienced. It smouldered as a ball in my stomach, a single ember
that swelled, intensifying with such magnitude that soon my blood
was boiling. Trembling? My entire body was engulfed with a desire
so strong I thought I might collapse if he hadn’t been holding me
up.
    Before I knew
it we were nearly naked on the floor, not that I cared by then. I
was lost to the sensation of his hands on my skin and his words
against my ear. I was imagining the things that would follow. I had
forgotten the hundreds of women who had been before me. All I
wanted was Sam. To be with him and have him in me. To please him. I
sighed as those fingers I'd dreamt of trailed along my side and
onto my hip, pushing me into the cushions he’d thrown around us. I
murmured as his tongue slid over my calves and onto my ankles. I
squealed as he took the tip of my toe in his mouth and sucked, ever
so lightly, tickling the edge of my foot with the tip of his
tongue. I watched entranced, consumed by his seduction, wanting
that tongue to torture me again and again. My mind had done a back
flip. I never wanted this moment to stop. The moment was
everything.
    “Sam, please,”
I moaned, as he flicked my knickers aside and ran his palm across
my naked torso, and into the tangle between my legs. His tongue
lashed, his fingers slid in and out and I writhed beneath him. I’d
never felt pleasure like that before.
    Then he raised
his head. “Now, Millie?”
    “Yes, now.
Please now.”
    And he was
moving inside me, thrusting and pulsing, filling me with an
indescribable pleasure. I couldn’t speak for I realised I’d lost my
mind... somewhere between a Die Hard Marathon and the
sex.
    *****
     
    Languidly naked
and gloriously smug, Sam strolled to the bedroom and grabbed his
doona trailing it into the living room after him. His strong thighs
flexed as he padded across the carpet and lost myself remembering
the pressure of them against mine only a short time before. He was
a magnificent example of manhood.
    “That should be
a bit warmer,” he grinned, tucking the doona around me and tumbling
underneath beside me. “Your skin was goosebumpy.”
    I snuggled into
him, his warmth surrounding me. Sex with Sam hadn’t been so scary.
He was wonderful. He was able to push buttons that until this
evening, I had been convinced were the stuff of fantasies. I only
hoped he thought the same about me. I rolled to face him, my cheek
leaning into my hand. “I suppose you do this sort of thing all the
time, then?”
    Those moves
were not something he’d learnt in the last half an hour. Oddly,
though, I didn’t feel jealous of it, merely curious as to where
he’d learnt such extraordinary skills.
    “What’s that?
Entice young ladies to my place on the pretext of dinner and seduce
them on the living room floor?” He paused, a devilish glint
appearing in his eye. “No, not all the time.