DEEPER: A Contemporary Romance by Jorja Tabu Page 3

  “Show me,” he growled into her mouth, and she undid the first button on his jeans. He shifted his weight to the side, one leg draped over hers, and she could see his cock flush inside of his pants. Instead of unfastening the buttons the rest of the way, she moved her hand over the fabric, teasing him. “Damn, Charlotte,” he said, his head falling backwards.

  She wasn’t sure what to do next. It had been a while since her last time, and everything about this—this tingling fire that danced across her skin at his every touch, his gaze—was entirely new. She squeezed the massive cock lurking under the tough fabric, thinking.

  Danny couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to taste her. Slipping his leg between hers, he raised his body over her once more. It hurt to have to pull away from her cautiously teasing hand, but still…He could smell her body under those prim cotton pants. They had to go. He detoured from his destination momentarily to suckle her dark nipples once more, eliciting sharp gasps from her lips, then traced the same line on her body that her own finger had on his torso. When his mouth reached the zipper, he looked up at her.

  His eyes crackled, sparks of sheer sex as bright as the sky outside. Charlotte bit her lip, looking slightly worried, and the vulnerable movement did him in.

  He slid her body out of the thin fabric and gently sat her back down on the staircase; centuries of use ensured it was smoother than butter beneath her sweet ass. Letting his mouth lead him north, Daniel kissed his way along her long, slender legs, gently, feeling the velvet skin under his lips. When he reached her inner thigh, her head fell back and her breasts pushed forward; he heard her cry out when his mouth finally landed on the topmost part of the slim crescent, her center.

  Her clit swelled beneath his tongue.

  That would have to wait, unfortunately.

  Danny positioned his body between her legs, taking her weight on his shoulders as his arms reached up and over her thighs and belly to reach her nipples. As he sank his tongue inside of her, his fingers, so used to the precision work required by fine carpentry, teased them to immediate hardness. Charlotte cried out, helpless with pleasure, her hands supporting her body as she moved towards him, folding herself to allow him more access to her breasts as his tongue pillaged her.

  Daniel wanted to drink her; he wanted every drop of her inside of his mouth, inside of him. His tongue slipped between all of her folds, the rhythm manic, and then below, licking her lips from bottom to top in one dramatic stroke. Finally satisfied he’d tasted all he could, he settled his mouth on her clit and drummed it mercilessly with his tongue.

  Charlotte was drunk with ecstasy. Her body rippled with wave after wave of building pressure as she felt Daniel’s focused attention below, and her head rocked back and forth as she prepared to cum. Her thighs squeezed, but she knew the iron strength beneath her, source of fantastic joy, was unaffected. Daniel’s fingertips teased her nipples as his tongue brought her, screaming, to orgasm.

  He wasn’t content to let her cum in peace; instead, feeling the last echoes thrumming through her, his hands left her nipples and slid down along her torso to rest on the tops of her thighs, now slick with sweat. He gently pulled her weight entirely onto his shoulders, and pushed his tongue completely inside of her slick, tight hole. “Daniel—“ She started to tell him it was okay, she was finished, but he didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he pushed his tongue inside of her body, pulled it out, and then did it again. Over. And over. And over.

  He fucked her with his tongue.

  She wouldn’t have thought it possible to cum harder than she had, but he was relentless. The rippling strength in his arms as he gently rocked her body on his face, the confidence in his grip, was designed to postpone the release of the mountainous, crushing orgasm she felt building inside. As he coordinated pushing himself in and out of her with his tongue and hands, she realized she was saying things she’d never said before. Oh my god, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop—and then, volcanic release. The shudders running over and through her muscles as they clenched his tongue made her fingers and toes cramp where they lay, dangling from her sprawled limbs across the stairs.

  Daniel was also in ecstasy. He wanted to cradle Charlotte in his arms, gather her close to his chest, and kiss her eyelids while she slept. The overwhelming tenderness he felt towards her was frightening; as she slowly pulled her long, slender limbs away from their shattered, explosive posture, he had to physically stop himself from just picking her up and drawing her on to his lap.

  Don’t be so damn eager, he said to himself, savoring her taste on his lips. You’ll turn her off.

  And something about the way Charlotte behaved clued him in to the fact that this was not really how she was used to meeting men—something about the way she abruptly pulled her pants back up, and gave him a small smile that made him feel like…Like she wasn’t falling in love. She’d just had a great time. That’s all.

  Don’t be weird, Danny, he told himself, and aimed for a casual grin. She doesn’t need to know you’ve been fantasizing about that for…how long? Months? Daniel leaned back on his elbows, laying vertically along the stairs, allowing the hard edges to dig in to his back and his feet to rest on the floor. Distractions, at the moment, were welcome.

  Charlotte was beginning to feel the prickle of misgiving in her belly that told her this might have been a mistake. She tried to cut it off at the pass with a smile. Don’t confess that’s the only orgasm you’ve ever had with a man, Charlotte, she told herself sternly. Don’t make him feel like you want to meet his mama, just because he…Just because he what? Because he was so gentle she felt light as a feather, and so strong she felt safe? Oh brother, Charlie, she said to herself as she buttoned her pants. Get it together. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said, choosing the words carefully. It was certainly true. “Never, never.”

  And by that she meant: I’ve never even thought about a man’s body the way I’m thinking about yours. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

  Daniel was thinking the same words at the same time. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

  They blinked at each other. “Well, if you’re new at it, you’re a natural,” he said softly, trying, as usual, for casual humor. His eyes trailed down her bare torso, and she caught her arms, refusing to hide her breasts under his gaze. “And certainly a natural beauty,” he finished quietly, adding one more smile to try to take the edge of seriousness off the compliment, and the moment. Charlotte felt assured. Well, truthfully, when he smiled like that, she felt…horny.

  His eyes locked on hers. “We still haven’t taken care of you,” she whispered, and suddenly she wanted very much to take those pants right off again. However, that wasn’t exactly the most prudent way to wind this down—if that was what she wanted to do.

  If she was honest with herself, she wanted Daniel to take her to new edges of ecstasy she hadn’t even been aware of before—but this wasn’t the time, she chided herself. She’d already been so forward, she didn’t need to get that invested—the guy was practically a stranger!

  An utterly gorgeous, completely sensual stranger. Danny watched her thinking and considered his options. He should just find her shirt and get her out of here before he blurted out how he felt about her. That’s what he should do.

  She should really get back to the office. Like, an hour ago, in fact. But that was all paperwork that could really wait—especially because she’d gotten photographs…Her mind wandered over the images she’d snapped earlier while taking in Danny’s masculine frame, and she wished she’d managed to sneak one of him.

  He began to stand. The taunt muscles in his arms jumped as he rearranged himself, trying to respect her space as he pushed off the stairs. “Give you a hand up?” He extended one to help her leave, bending at the waist. Instead, Charlie felt herself getting wet watching his body move. His taunt bicep shone with sweat.

  Oh my god, she thought, this can’t really be over yet.

  Feeling
the same heady recklessness that started this whole thing off, Charlie reached out and touched his stomach. The domino effect on his abdominal muscles was intoxicating. A dusting of sandy hair bloomed around his navel and lead below; locking eyes with him, Charlotte plucked at the button on his pants and suddenly stood up to kiss him.

  “What are you doing, Charlotte?” He asked, his voice rich with want. He put his hand over hers to still her fingers, and his eyes were cautious and thoughtful in spite of his tone.

  “Nothing,” she responded, taking his bottom lip in hers. It felt like silk, especially next to the two day scruff he sported on his handsome face. “Well, maybe a little something.” Her hands wandered courageously across his skin, finally hooking in the waist band of his pants and gently guiding him back to his former position on the stairs, supine across them, his belly and pecs twitching with excitement just below her face as he looked up at her. She sat down next to him, taking him in.

  “Charlotte, I, we can just—you don’t need—“ His eyes were closed as he choked out the words, feeling her hand moving over his jeans, seeking his cock out. He was big, and excited; she didn’t look for very long.

  “I know,” she whispered, and she did. She somehow knew Daniel expected nothing of her, in spite of her attempts to seem forward and even frisky. He still wanted her to feel…safe.

  And she did.

  That safety wasn’t necessarily good for keeping her desire in check. Her mind swam with images from Mandy’s erotic collection, the group of books her sister flaunted in her living room while Charlotte had felt waves of neuroses just asking to borrow one. In her imagination she saw heaving breasts, the crystal bead of lust nestled in the tiny opening on the head of a cock…”Take these off,” Charlotte said, trying to sound forceful.

  “Charlotte—“ He began to protest again, but she knew what she wanted now. And it was kinky, and totally new, and completely unlike her to want it. But somehow, she knew it would be safe. She gently sucked on his tongue, running one hand through his hair while the other stroked him through the tough fabric. He hastily pulled his jeans down, arching his back with his weight on his elbows and his feet flat on the floor, and she took the opportunity to get a close look at what was previously hidden under his jeans.

  His tan line was abrupt, making his thighs seem forbidden; they were covered with the same fine blonde hair as his chest, and his cock sat in a nest of downy reddish blonde. It was straight and proud, swollen and greedy looking; the tell-tale bead of precum glistened on the tip, and she used her index finger to glide wantonly over it and down the length of his shaft before taking it in her hand. She couldn’t get her palm around him, he was so big. It made her even wetter.

  Danny saw stars. This was beyond what he’d dared to dream for, and he felt his mind empty of nearly everything, filled only Charlotte.

  “Stand up,” she whispered, gliding her hand over him. She didn’t let go as he rearranged himself again, standing before her on the bottom stair as she moved up another one and sat in front of him.

  She wanted to taste him. She wanted to fit as much as she could in her mouth, swirl his flavors, tease him. But part of her knew she couldn’t walk away from that without worrying, and a larger part of her had already decided what she would do.

  “Fuck me here,” she whispered, and even in the haze of lust the words had to be forced between her lips, they were so foreign. She moved his cock between her heavy breasts as she pushed them together and squeezed it. The sweat from their bodies made the movement frictionless, and Danny moaned as she enveloped him.

  The tip of his cock was so close to her chin, she knew when he began to move she could lick him. She could, if she wanted to.

  She wanted to.

  Danny slowly thrust himself between her breasts, using all the moisture to please himself as he looked down on Charlotte’s plump, delicious lips, her upturned nipples. He could barely stand, his knees were so weak, and it made him grateful that this wasn’t going to last long. He touched her face, pulled back, and then slid in again, and this time, her pink tongue flickered out and tasted the head of his cock.

  He was a goner.

  Speeding up just a fraction, Danny felt the muscles in his back tense and squeeze as he forced them to control his speed. He pumped between her breasts again and saw her tongue on his cock, and felt the sensation of his orgasm clamp his balls and travel north. “Goddamn, Charlotte,” he cried out, moving just a fraction faster again, and she lapped his cock when it burst through the tunnel created by her breasts. He pulled away from her, trying not to cum on her beautiful body, but she held him with her breasts; he felt himself empty in the warmth there, and grunted again.

  It took them both a minute to know what to do next.

  “I’ll get you—“

  “—It’s okay,” Charlotte said, the moisture on her breasts not yet dried. She felt like she’d cum again, watching his face as he’d gone through the waves of pleasure, holding back until he couldn’t, his voice as explosive as his orgasm. She could still taste his forbidden cock on her tongue, and she knew she would relive this encounter later in her best dreams. Because she also knew nothing this good could stay this simple, and she should get the hell out now. Before he thought she was really some kind of a freak.

  Hell. I guess I am kind of a freak, she thought, and there was relief mixed in with the fear. Charlotte pulled her t-shirt over her head and turned to face him, not sure what else to do. The house wasn’t exactly furnished. She’d just have to shower when she got home.

  “This was…” She watched his face. Danny was still spinning from getting what he’d wanted for so long, but he knew he had to say just the right thing or she’d be gone forever. He could be her walk on the wild side, or he could find a way to convince her that he was more than that—but how? His electric blue eyes took in her features, softened by recent shockwaves of pleasure, and he knew he couldn’t stand to keep watching her from the sidelines.

  “This was—“ What? Beautiful? Perfect, beyond his wildest dreams? The best blend of fun and joy his heart had experienced, possibly ever? “Amazing,” he finished, fumbling with the button on his jeans.

  “Yeah,” she said, grinning. “It was.” It had taken a minute for him to find the right word, she thought, and nerves overtook her excitement in a flash. He must do this all the time, she realized, looking at him as he slung his tool belt back around his slim waist. Amazing. That was exactly the kind of thing someone would say to make a naïve college girl feel good. You were awesome, bro. She felt the grin freeze on her face.

  Danny saw it happening. He felt her slipping away and walked towards her before he could stop himself, his hands finding their way around her, pulling her close. He put his lips close to her ear, felt her trembling. “Can I take you on a real date?” He leaned back to watch her face again. “How ‘bout dinner?”

  Charlotte felt several emotions simultaneously—shame, need, fear, desire. Was this a pity thing? Had every girl in town been brought to their knees by this carpenter at one time or another, and then gently let down over dinner? She bit her lip, and he leaned in again. “Please, Charlotte?”

  Well. She’d already done it. Why not get dinner? “Okay,” she said, and then pulled back and looked down at his card. “I’ll call you,” she said softly, giving him one more smile before grabbing her camera and running like hell through the grand foyer, down the stairs, and through the garden.

  I’ll call you, she’d said. Danny felt his stomach sink into his boots. The easy let-down, he thought. You’re just a little walk on the wild side, buddy, he told himself with a scowl. Just some white trash that washed up on the beach, gone with the next high tide.

  Even with that sadness inside, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

  4.

  Daniel was miserable. He didn’t have the heart to go back up to the roof, and instead he wandered the empty rooms of the plantation mansion desperately searching his mind for an appropriate way to see
Charlotte again. Without making her think he was a freak, that is.

  He could just sit in the café and watch her until she did something like repaint her sign, and then walk over and offer a hand. Gently slide his palm along the back of her thigh as she balanced precariously on a chair, help her down. Feel the thin fabric of her sundress under his worn fingertips. Kiss her.