Spicy Excerpt from PROMISES KEEP

Copyright (c) Sarah McCarty 2004
All rights reserved Ellora's Cave, Inc.

"I've decided I want to play a bit."

"With what?" It was a measure of her fear that she uttered such a stupid question.

"You."

"Oh."

Clearly, she didn't know how to take that. What to expect. But he did and as soon as he told her, she'd relax, falling into his orders like they were part of her. She was just on edge because he hadn't prepared her. He was on edge because he was so hungry for her pussy, he was afraid he'd come at her like a green kid, ruining everything. He knew exactly how to take the edge off both of them.

He touched her mouth with his fingertip. "Are you willing to try something different tonight?"

She licked her lip, thrown off balance by being offered a choice. He followed the path of that tempting little tongue with his eyes. When it retreated into her mouth, his finger was close behind.

"Close you lips around my finger," he ordered softly, watching her carefully. Some of the tension left her muscles as she obeyed. He slid his finger slowly in and out of her mouth, over her lips, over her tongue.

On the fourth pass, he ordered, "Suck it."

She did, instinctively swirling her tongue over the pad of his finger as he pumped it in and out of her mouth, her eyes as they met his, wide with questions he was willing to answer. He shifted until he was on his hands and knees. He reluctantly pulled his finger free of her mouth, smoothing her saliva over her full lips on the retreat.

He held her gaze as he walked his hands up her body, coming over her, dragging his cock over her soft belly and softer breasts until it hovered beneath her chin. He saw the understanding dawn in her eyes as he shifted that little bit necessary for his cock to tap her lips. He held it there as her breath fanned over the sensitive head in searing little gasps, waiting for her to gather her control before saying, "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Angel. All you have to do is part your lips and do just what you did to my finger. Nothing scarier than that."

She glanced at his cock, her eyes crossing with the strain of seeing that close, and then her lips parted the barest of measures.

"But first," he qualified, "I want you to kiss it. Nice and gentle on the tip."

Her gazed flicked to his before she gently did as he ordered, the feel of her lips on his flesh agonizing. A bead of pre-come leaked past his control, spreading against her lips. She paused in one of those hesitations he was coming to recognize.

He pushed against her lips. "Go ahead, Angel. Taste me."

Her tongue came out slowly to touch him, gathered his essence, and then retreated. Damn, she was something with her eyes all sleepy and considering as she took his come into her mouth. His cock jerked and leaked again as her cheeks and lips flexed around his seed. Her eyes closed slightly and her muscles relaxed. She brought her hands up to touch his shaft, almost undermining the shreds of his control with tiny, delicate flutters.

Her fingers stole the next bead of come and transferred it to her mouth, her eyes drifting closed as she sucked her finger clean. The groan erupted from his toes. He collapsed on his elbows, barely able to remember to keep from crushing her.

"Do you like it, Mara?" he asked on a harsh gasp, fighting his need to come with every fiber of his being. "Do you like the way I taste? The way I can't control myself around you?"

She did, Mara decided. Especially the last. She absolutely loved that he wanted her so much, that he found whatever she did arousing. That just by being herself, she stole some of his control.

She swallowed the last of his come, the salty flavor diluted by saliva until it was only a memory, but his cock, that huge cock still rested in front of her lips, fully loaded. Ready to give her whatever she wanted. Above her, his body arched, taut with tension and the desire for her mouth. But she wanted it, too. She wanted to give this to him, to be the one to please him, to forever erase from his memory the women he'd had before. Women like Nidia. Experienced women. Women who did this with ease.

She opened her mouth and arched her neck, capturing the thick head between her lips. She misjudged his size. His big body jerked above her, his cock scraped hard on her teeth, and his curse tore through the room. He'd said all she had to do was to lie there, but there was obviously more to it than that. She wanted to creep away and hide.

His hand came behind her neck when she would have dropped back, supporting her when she would have quit. "It's okay, Angel," he whispered from above her in that dark drawl that went straight to her pussy. "Just let your lips cover your teeth and relax. I'll do all the rest. Just relax."

She did, letting him support her neck, opening her mouth for the shallow thrust of his cock, finding that it went smoother if she let her head fall back a little more. "That's it," he whispered, feeding her another inch. "That's the way. Just a little at a time."

Her mouth stretched to accommodate his width, his cock filling her to the point that her jaws ached, but she kept her lips over her teeth, and strained to catch glimpses of his expression as he steadily increased the depth and power of his thrusts.

"Ah damn. That's a pretty sight."

He was watching her, she realized. Watching her take his cock into her mouth, enjoying the view as much as the sensation. The knowledge set off explosions of need in her belly. She stretched her jaws a little wider and bobbed her head to take a little more.

"Steady," he whispered when she gagged. "There's no rush. You'll learn to take all of me eventually."

She wanted him now. She tried again, meeting the same humiliating limitation. Before she could try a third time, he pulled his cock from her mouth. She curled on her side, embarrassed and wanting to find a hole to crawl into. She couldn't even give him what Nidia did.

His big hand wrapped in her hair and brought her face around. Her body had no choice but to follow until she was on her side facing him. She kept her eyes closed, unwilling to see his disappointment until she got herself under control.

Even that small comfort was denied her as he tugged on her hair. The small darts of pain flickered from her scalp to her womanhood, tempting her pussy with the enticing possibilities.

"Look at me." The softness of his drawl belied the expectation of obedience couched in the command.

She toyed with the idea of keeping her eyes closed, but a sharp slap on her ass had her pussy humming and her eyes flying open.

He held her gaze while he slapped her again. His expression knowing as she gasped first in stinging pain and then in stinging pleasure, the two sensations coming so close together, she couldn't separate them.

He touched her lips with his finger. "You don't need to be embarrassed, Angel. All you have to do is tell me what you need." He slid his finger across her lower lip. His drawl became low and husky. ÒI'll always give you anything you need."

He may want to give it, but she didn't know how to ask for it. She could only stare at him while he slid his finger over her lip, her pussy aching, and her courage down around her knees.

"Do you want to take more?" he asked, pulling her lip down, bending his head so he could slide his tongue over the moist pink lining.

She closed her eyes as she caught his tongue between her lips. She sucked it hard before letting him go to whisper back, "Yes."

"But you're worried about doing it right?"

She nodded.

He kissed her hard. "Would you believe me if I said you couldn't do it wrong?"

"No."

"I didn't think so."

He replaced his hand with the tip of his cock, rubbing it over her lips, a pleased smile crinkling the corner of his eyes as she lapped and nibbled the engorged head.

"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" His voice broke on the question, letting her know he wasn't as in control as he wanted her to believe. She sucked the flesh just under the flared head. His eyes closed briefly. When they opened, they burned into hers with surging desire.

"Are you willing to do what I tell you, no matter what?"

She bit her lip. "No matter what" covered a large area. He didn't say a word, just stared at her with those dark golden eyes, leaving the decision up to her. Between them, his cock lay, hard and red, pulsing with need against her lips. In her mind, she saw Nidia straddling him, saw his pleasure-racked body twisting on the sheets, desperate for more, powerless to resist her mouth. Oh yes, she wanted to learn how to give him that. Feeling like she was stepping off some invisible ledge, she closed her eyes, swallowed past the apprehension closing her throat and said, "Yes."

His tug on her hair had her eyes opening.

“Not good enough."

"I don't understand."

"You want to learn how to swallow my cock?"

She understood then what he wanted. No games. No hiding. Still, it wasn't easy with her modesty standing in her way.

"Please, Cougar," she whispered. "Please show me how to--" Lord, even the thought had her ricocheting between fear and anticipation. She took a steadying breath. "Teach me to swallow your cock."

Approval flared in his eyes before he surged to his feet. He held out his hand. She took it. He pulled her up along his body, his breath hissing through his teeth as her breasts brushed his cock and then her belly followed. "Good girl," he murmured before slanting his mouth over hers.

He claimed her mouth like a wild man, his hunger belying his calm demeanor. When she would have pulled back for a breath, he pulled her tighter, thrust his tongue deeper, pushing her limits just that much further. He kept himself pressed tightly against her, so close she could feel every throb of his cock, every beat of his heart.

He stepped her backward to the couch. He tossed two pillows on one end before pushing her down. The velvet surface abraded her sensitive labia as he stood before her, his cock bobbing with this movement, his heavy balls swaying beneath.

She glanced up at him, unsure what to do.

"Kiss it like before."

She did, her lips lingering longer than they needed to, experimenting with the resilient texture before he pulled away, tapping her cheek in light reprimand with his fingers. "I said kiss it, not fuck it."

The smile in his eyes told her he really didn't mind.

His fingers lingered on her cheek, sliding back until he cupped her face in his palm. "Are you sure about this? You're jumping from "getting acquainted" to "down and dirty" with no in between."

"I'm sure."

And she was. When he instructed her to lie on her back on the couch, her shoulders balanced on the arm with her head dangling off the end, she didn't hesitate. He wouldn't let any harm come to her.

He came around the end. She understood then why he'd wanted this position. By bending his knees, he could bring his cock level with her mouth.

"Open your mouth."


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