Warning: This chapter contains light bondage and spanking. The type that couples do within a committed relationship. I still believe it belongs more in the Romance category than BDSM. If such things offend you, then skip one of the hottest chapters of this book.
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Clothes flew almost before the door closed. Her fingers ripped through buttons on Brent's shirt, pushing it from his shoulders. They tarried over his warm skin, caressing the corded muscles of those broad shoulders. She smiled, as hard as those muscles looked and felt, they were still her favorite pillow, comforting and secure.
Of course, at forty his body was no longer that of the athlete he had once been, but in some odd way, she preferred the few extra pounds that he now carried. It made him more 'real,' more 'human,' more 'approachable' for someone like her. She had always found Brent irresistible, perhaps more so in this mature and slightly padded incarnation.
Brent's hands were busy too. His fingers tugged at the button on her jeans until it sprang free. Then he jerked her t-shirt from where it was tucked into her jeans, pulling it over her head. The fresh night air caressed the skin on her chest and stomach as he tossed the shirt across the room.
The hungry look in his eyes as they took in her breasts clad only in sheer pink lace was enough to warm her once more. And the low growl that was torn from his throat as he lifted his hand to cup and caressed her left breast sent an answering heat coursing through her.
Lauren closed her eyes and reveled in the firm, sure caress. When his calloused fingers found her nipple, she moaned at the intense sensation of the roughness. Her breasts filled his hands to overflowing. He squeezed the soft flesh gently.
His other hand came up to cup and weight her right breast, repeating the process through the soft material that hid nothing. Her nipples puckered into tight buds as his thumbs brushed slowly back and forth across them. Lauren cursed the bra that kept her from feeling his touch against her bare skin.
"Please," she whimpered as she opened her eyes looking up at him, pleading for more.
Brent chuckled. "You say I'm the one that has no patience. Seems to me, sweetheart, that it is always you that can't wait." His eyes darkened with emotion as he removed his hands from her breasts, stepping back a bit.
"This morning was hard and fast, baby girl. Tonight, I'm gonna take my time. I'm gonna touch and taste and love every inch of that lush body of yours. I'm gonna get to know it all over again. And I'm gonna remind you of what we've both been missing these past seven years, Mrs. Jacobs."
Lauren shivered. She recognized that look now. Determination. Sheer, stubborn determination. Whether it was finding an answer to a scientific problem that intrigued him or breaking a horse or getting what he wanted from her, it was a look that Lauren had seen hundreds of times. A look that meant almost certain victory. Only once had it failed - the day that she signed the final divorce decree.
Lauren was not sure that she could stand even a single night of the type of lovemaking that he described. Hard and fast in the desert heat had been enough to singe the synapses in her brain. What would slow and determined do?
Thinking fast, she tried distraction and seduction of her own. She lowered her eyes and stepped forward. Her fingers traced the dusting of hairs down his stomach to where they disappeared into his jeans. Her fingers toyed with the button there. "I need you now, Brent," she whispered.
He shook his head and smiled as his fingers covered her hand. He pulled it back from the button on his jeans as he spoke, "Then just imagine how badly you're gonna need me after I've kissed and licked every corner of your body."
To accentuate his words, he brought her hand to his lips. He began with a light kiss in the center of her palm. But that soon turned into a soft lick. How did the guy manage it? His lick was ideal; not too sloppy wet but not dry either — just a perfect reminder of a different kind of wetness that was building between her legs.
Her throat tightened impossibly as he drew her ring finger into his mouth. He stared deep into her eyes as he applied gentle suction, slowly pulling her hand back until just the tip of her finger remained between his lips. He nipped at her finger. Just enough pressure and pain to bring pleasure.
"Something is missing, sweetheart," his hand turned hers over, and he placed another soft kiss in her palm. Stepping forward, he drew her into his embrace. He smiled at her like a little boy with a new toy, "But not for long."
Lauren opened her mouth to set him straight. To remind him of their deal. But Brent was not interested in words. His mouth covered hers. There was no preamble. No soft kisses that built. This was a full out assault on her senses. His tongue swept inside her open mouth. Waging war against hers, taking no prisoners.
The battle was over quickly. Lauren surrendered with a whimper of pure feminine need. But still, Brent fought on. His tongue parried and thrust. Doing exactly what he had told her, he would, learning and tasting every nook and cranny of her mouth.
Lauren hated her body. Hated the heated pleas and whimpers that she was powerless to stop. Hated the way that it shook and curled about Brent. Curled about him like a cat, rubbing and pleading for his attention. But she did it anyway. Her body betrayed her, and she did it all.
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Brent's hands moved slowly up her arms and shoulders. His lips never left hers as his hands trailed softly across the area. His fingers made quick work of the clasp at her back. She moaned into his mouth as he loosened her bra. Brent smiled against her lips as his hands moved slowly back up her arms to her shoulders.
His fingers brushed softly back and forth across the soft skin there. He traced her collar bones. And he continued the assault on her senses with kisses like a man dying of thirst. His tongue boldly swept inside her mouth until the pain and emptiness of the past seven years faded into the background. Even worries about the future, volcanoes, and Ice Ages could not withstand this heat. Every thought except the taste, smell, and feel of this woman disappeared.
Only when she was whimpering and rubbing her body against his like flint sending sparks to light the kindling, only then did Brent gently push the straps off her shoulder and down her arms. Their fingers entwined as the bra came free on one side, slipping down her arms until it pooled and dripped between them.
Brent drew back from the kiss with a sigh. He released her fingers but kept firm hold of the lacy confection. He brought it slowly to his face, rubbing its softness against the stubble that covered his cheeks. He smelled it, drawing in her scent. It should not be sexy, sniffing underwear. But he had missed the smell of her, the subtle fragrance of roses laced with pure Lauren. It was his drug, and he was jonesing for a fix.
"I like this a far sight more than that industrial white boulder-holder that you were wearing this morning."
Lauren blushed, "My breasts are not boulders." She lifted her arms to cross about her chest, but Brent stopped her, his hands firm on her arms. He swore that her nipples tightened even more as he looked at her breasts.
"Baby, those tits are a thing of real beauty. I remember the summer you came to science camp, the summer after they developed. I couldn't pay attention to a damned thing that any of the professors said. All I could think was where those things had come from."
He chuckled, "Of course, I knew all the science of puberty and where they had come from, but that did not stop my adolescent mind from its fascination with them."
Lauren dropped her eyes, "You were so distant that summer. I thought I had done something wrong, said something wrong. I was afraid you didn't want to be friends anymore."
Brent placed his finger beneath her chin, lifting her face until their gazes met. "Oh, sweetheart, you were thirteen years old. And I was a stupid kid of fifteen who had no idea what the fuck to do when his best friend suddenly grew from a little brat that followed him around and bugged the ever-living hell out of him with her questions, questions that he did not have the answers for. Suddenly, she was not a kid anymore. But she wasn't a woman either, and I knew better than to give into the feelings I had."
His hands cupped the round flesh once more. His thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple as he whispered, "But we aren't kids anymore, Lauren. And there's not a damned thing stopping me from living out every single fantasy I had that summer. Laying in that hard bunk bed, surrounded by five other dweebs that I knew were having the same fucking fantasies that I was about these. You don't know how hard that summer was."
He chuckled as he tucked her bra inside the back pocket of his jeans. He pressed forward against her thigh, rubbing himself against her. "How about we find out how hard things can get tonight, sweetheart?"
He did not wait for her answer. His lips captured hers once more in another searing kiss. One hand remained on her breast cupping and kneading the softness, but the other went to the small of her back. It drew her against him tighter still until she could feel every inch of his hard flesh pressed into her. He moved them then, using his hand at her back, he guided them the few steps across the room to a couch against the wall.
When the back of her knees hit the hard surface, he dropped his hand from her back. The movement was so quick that Lauren did not have time to right herself, falling backward into the soft cushions. Brent towered over her as he spoke. "You're still overdressed for what I have in mind, Mrs. Jacobs."
He knelt on the floor between her spread thighs. He lifted her foot and made quick work of the tennis shoes and socks that she wore. When he finished, he brought her foot to his lips. He nipped and sucked at her big toe before repeating the process with her other foot.
This time he playfully nibbled each toe, "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none." He paused as his hands massaged her instep. Smiling, he added, "and we'll get back to this little piggy later."
His hands trailed from her foot up her denim covered legs. His fingers traced the seam that ran inside her thighs. When the trail ended as those seams converged at the conjuncture between her thighs, at her very core, Lauren drew in a quick breath and held it.
