Touch of Topaz

Chapter Five

Topaz opened her mouth and let John feed her the strawberry. She bit down on the sweet juicy berry, savoring the flavor of it mixed with the thick, rich cream. Strawberries always reminded her of a summer day and she loved them. She licked her lips in anticipation of more.

Every muscle in John’s body was rigid beneath her and his erection prodded her hip. Yet, he seemed to be in no hurry to get her to bed. There was no pressure on her to do anything but sit here in his lap and let him feed her strawberries.

She was relaxed for the first time in months, even with the low sexual buzz fizzing through her veins. “Dinner was delicious. These berries are divine.”

She knew he could cook because he’d taken over the chore several times in the past few weeks while guarding her at her apartment, surprising her each time with various dishes. He grilled a great steak and fried a crisp chicken cutlet, but it continued to surprise her that such a big, tough guy seemed so at home in the kitchen. She supposed she was guilty of stereotyping.

“You’re welcome.” His voice seemed deeper, rougher and she fought the urge to simply turn and straddle his body. Her breasts ached to be pressed against the hard wall of his chest, but she wanted this moment to last, to enjoy simply relaxing with a man who fascinated and rang her bell on every level.

“My turn.” She leaned forward and plucked one of the berries out of the bowl and brought it to his mouth. He parted his lips and allowed her to feed him. His sharp teeth closed around the treat, but not before his tongue made contact with one of her fingers.

The tiny caress sent shock waves of pleasure careening all the way to her toes. A sense of rightness came over her. She could let down her guard with John. He didn’t want her money or her family connections. He was the kind of man who made his own way in the world. All he wanted was her.

He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple ripple. He wasn’t the most handsome man she’d ever met in her life, but he was the most compelling one. She pressed her hand against his strong jaw, feeling the rasp of his five o’clock shadow. Her fingers played over his chin and a low rumble came from his chest.

He watched her as a tiger might watch its prey, alert and aware of everything. His pale-blue eyes never left her face.

There was so much they should talk about but, at this moment, Topaz could think of nothing to say. All her reasons for not getting involved with John were lost in her growing need. She could have this time with him before they went their separate ways. Topaz was a realist and knew John Knight lived on the edge of danger, was accustomed to the adrenaline rush of excitement, while all she wanted was stability and a family.

It wasn’t wrong for them to want different things but it did make any kind of relationship between them a temporary one. It saddened her to think so, but she shoved the unwanted thought out of her head. It had no place between them tonight.

His hand closed around her hip, his fingers flexing. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath and slowly released it.

Her body was on fire for him. Her skin tingled and felt over-sensitized, as though all the nerve endings were exposed. She wanted his large calloused hands on her, touching her, caressing her. His hands were rough and capable, the hands of a hardworking man.

“John.” His name was little more than a whisper on her lips, but he heard her. She leaned toward him and he lowered his head. Their lips met and she could taste the sweetness of the berry she’d fed him.

His tongue stroked over her top and then her bottom lip. He caught the lower one between his teeth and carefully nipped. Hot, molten pleasure shot downward and her core went moist. Her nipples ached so she turned and pressed one of her breasts against his chest.

He ripped his mouth from hers and lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all. His biceps rippled as he settled her on his lap so she was facing him, her legs straddling his. Her slippers slid off her feet and dropped to the floor with a light thud. The new position pressed her mound against his heavy erection and she wiggled against him, wringing a moan from them both.

“It’s been making me crazy all night wondering if you have anything on under that damn dressing gown.” John pulled at the tie at her waist and spread the ends of the material back to reveal her nightgown. A slight smile tugged at his lips. “I might have known.”

“What does that mean?” She couldn’t tell if he liked it or was disappointed.

He pushed the bathrobe down her shoulders and pulled it away, draping it over the sofa beside them. His hands slid up her bare arms to her shoulder, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

“You’re the most damn coordinated woman I know. Last summer, your panties matched the dress you were wearing.” His fingers toyed with the thin strap of her nightgown. “It’s sexy as hell.” He drew one finger down toward her cleavage and her nipples became more pronounced against the silky fabric. “I play a guessing game with myself every day, wondering what you’ve got on beneath your clothes. Makes me crazy.”

His deep voice was pure seduction and his touch was setting her skin on fire. She reached down, grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. He squeezed and plumped the mound even as his thumb circled the straining nipple through the fabric.

“Oh yeah. This is what I want. You’re so damn sexy.” He slid his hands back up to the straps and slowly pulled them down to her elbows and then lower, exposing her breasts. The top half of her nightgown pooled around her waist. “You’re perfect.”

He moved her back slightly on his lap and leaned forward. Her eyelids half closed in anticipation of having his mouth on her. But he shifted to the side and reached into the bowl of strawberries, plucking one out. The berry was mounded with cream. She shivered in anticipation, wondering what he would do.

John brought the berry to her breast and circled her nipple with it, leaving a dollop of cream on the tip. Topaz moaned as the cool berry came in contact with her heated skin. Then he went on to the other one and did the same.

“Your nipples are even sweeter than the strawberries. Red and ripe and ready for me to taste.”

No man had ever said such things to her. Her pussy ached for his touch. She was empty and aching for him, wanting him to fill her, take her. Her entire body was alive, nerve endings firing, straining, waiting for his next move.

“I never did get enough dessert. Did you?” He brought the berry to her lips. “Taste.” She took the strawberry into her mouth and bit into the succulent treat. John leaned down and circled one taut nipple with his tongue, licking off the surrounding cream.

“Mmm.” I think my treat is better than yours.” Her head fell back as he closed his mouth over the cream-covered bud and sucked. Her thighs tightened around his and she grabbed his shoulders for support.

He released her nipple, circling it with his tongue. “Can’t miss any of the cream.”

“No,” she agreed, her voice hoarse with need. “Can’t do that. It would be wasteful.”

His low laugh made her pussy clench and she grabbed his head and drew him to her other breast. He plumped the mound in his hand and lapped at cream covering it. He stroked and licked, teasing the rigid bud at the tip with his tongue until she thought she might go crazy.

She touched his chest and realized, while she was half naked, he was still totally dressed. She yanked at his shirt, needing to feel his warm, hard flesh beneath her hands. He leaned back and let her pull it over her head. She tossed his shirt aside and skimmed her hands over the rigid muscles. There was not a single ounce of fat on the man. He was all rippling muscles and strength.

“Let’s get this off you.” John gathered the fabric of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. She raised her arms, helping him to remove it. Naked, she sat on his lap and let him look his fill. She was tall and slender with minimal curves. Her build was more lanky than curvaceous, but her breasts were a decent size and well-shaped.

His hands closed around her hips and he slid them over her waist. His thumbs trailed over her abdomen, stopping beneath her breasts. “You are so fucking sexy.” He cupped her breasts, molding them with his hands. He caressed and teased them, plucking at her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

She moved against him, pressing her lower body against his jean-covered erection. Not satisfied with that, she tugged at the zipper.

Every cell in John’s body screamed at him to take Topaz. Now. He could taste the combination of sweet berry, rich cream and warm woman on his tongue, could still feel the tight bud of her nipple. Her skin was like the cream he’d put on it—soft and rich and addictive. Her nipple was sweeter than any berry he’d ever eaten.

Having her naked, sitting on his lap was a fantasy come true, but he wanted her to find her pleasure before he sought his. It would make the entire experience even better for both of them.

Topaz began to tug at the zipper of his jeans, letting him know she wanted him. He sucked in his breath, waiting in anticipation. Her capable hands had his jeans open in no time and she pushed his boxer briefs aside. His cock, free from its confinement, bobbed between them. The head was dark and slick, the shaft heavy and engorged with the blood that pumped through the dark-blue veins that ran up and down its length.

She closed her fingers around his dick and he almost lost it.

Knowing time was short, he trailed one hand down her slender torso, over her soft belly and into the nest of tight curls covering her mound. She gasped when he went deeper, letting his finger stroke over her clit. Her hand tightened around his cock and he groaned, his entire body clenching. His balls pulled tight to his body, a tangible reminder that he had to hurry.

Her slick folds met his questing fingers and he reveled in the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He stroked her once, twice, before slipping one thick finger into her tight channel. She quivered beneath his touch and he wanted to yell his pleasure.

His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it lightly. Topaz’s breathing changed, getting quicker as she panted for air. Her hand released his cock and rested on his shoulder. He wanted to yank it back, but didn’t, figuring it would give him more self-control.

She began to move her hips, undulating against his hand, finding a rhythm that she liked. Her pussy was hot against his hand. He loved that she was so wet, so fucking ready for him. He pressed another finger into her slick passage to join the first one, stretching her, making her ready to take his cock.

“John.” His name fell from her lips like a plea and he didn’t disappoint her. He worked his fingers in and out of her core. He felt her inner muscles quivering around him, felt the tension thrumming through her.

He leaned forward, captured one pert nipple in his mouth and bit down gently. Topaz threw back her head and screamed, her hips pumping frantically against his hand.

He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and thrust his fingers deep. Her pussy clamped down hard around him as spasms shook her. She cried out again, riding out the storm. John wanted nothing more than to lift her onto his cock and fuck her, but held back. He was in this for the long haul, not just for a one-night stand. He had a strategy and he was going to stick with it, even if it killed him.

And he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t.

His balls ached as they never had before and the tip of his cock was leaking constantly now. It wouldn’t take much to shove him over the edge, but he wanted Topaz to find as much pleasure as possible, needed to show her what it could be like between them before he came.

When she finally collapsed against his chest, he caught her and nestled her head on his shoulder. She fit there perfectly and felt incredibly right.

Her damp, hot mound was pressed against his shaft and John found himself naming countries and world leaders just to get his mind off the bundle of soft, hot woman snuggled against him. But he wouldn’t change this moment for anything. Having her in his arms and knowing he’d satisfied her was perfect.

Topaz felt sated and relaxed. John’s body radiated more than enough heat to keep her warm, even though there was a slight chill to the air. The orgasm she’d just had was off-the-charts amazing. As she recovered and got more of her wits about her, she realized that every muscle in John’s body was tense. His cock flexed against her mound and she felt a stirring deep within her once again.

John had given her an amazing experience and she planned on returning the favor.

Topaz raised her head and smiled at him. A muscle twitched beneath his eye and his face appeared strained, but his eyes were soft and he smiled at her. “Feeling okay?” He brushed a short strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture made her heart ache.

“Perfect, thanks to you.” She used his chest as leverage to push herself to her feet.

“Hey, you don’t have to go anywhere.” He gave her butt cheeks a squeeze and she almost settled back onto his lap before she remembered her plan.

“I’m not going far,” she reassured him. She leaned down and plucked at the laces of his boots. “Help me take these off.”

John stacked one heel against the toe of his other boot and pushed. Topaz pulled and the boot came off. Then he did the other one. She pulled off his socks and then went for his jeans. “These next.”

His face looked hard and his body seemed even bigger as he raised his butt off the couch and shoved his jeans and briefs down his thighs. She tugged then down his legs until he was naked. She stood between his slightly spread rock-hard thighs and stared down at him.

His jaw was clenched and his hands were fisted by his sides. She could tell he was exerting an enormous amount of control over himself. But that was John. He had more self-control than any man she’d ever met. It could be maddening at times, but she also admired that about him.

As she studied him, his cock flexed, as if to remind her it was still there waiting for her. Thick slabs of muscle delineated his abs and his shoulders were impossibly wide. Even when he wasn’t moving there was a sense of coiled power about him, as though he could erupt into action at any given second.

Topaz licked her lips and slowly knelt in front of him.

John’s breathing deepened and the tension surrounding him kicked up another notch.

“Move forward.”

John moved so fast she almost fell back, but he caught her shoulders and kept her close. She grinned at his enthusiasm.

The bowl of strawberries and cream sat next to her on the table. She reached out and chose one that was covered in cream.

“Topaz.” His voice was strained and she couldn’t tell if he was warning her off or telling her to hurry.

She brought the cream-covered treat back to his cock and dragged it over the mushroom-shaped tip. He groaned and dug his fingers into the edge of the sofa. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Then you’ll like this even better,” she promised. Topaz circled the berry ‘round and ‘round the top of his shaft, leaving a trail of cream behind her. Watching him get more and more aroused was having a definite effect on her and before long her nipples ached and her core throbbed.

She’d never used food to seduce a man in her life, but she wanted to do this for John, to give him the same erotic experience he’d given her. He was different from any other man she’d ever met and he’d tapped into something deep and primal within her. She felt alive and desirable and powerful and brazen all at once.

She brought the strawberry back to the head of his cock and stroked it slowly over the slit, capturing some of the liquid seeping from the tip. “I wonder what that tastes like?” She raised the berry as if she was going to let him eat it, but at the last second popped it in her own mouth.

Sweet juice squirted in her mouth, mingled with the more musky, salty taste of John. “Mmm. Now that tastes delicious.”

“Tease,” he muttered. He caught her head between his large palms and brought her mouth close to his straining cock. Cream still coated the top and ran down the sides of his shaft.

“Can’t waste good cream.” She started low and swept her tongue up one side of his cock. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. She laughed, knowing what he wanted and knowing she would give it to him.

“You’re killing me, babe.” He angled the head of his cock closer to her mouth in a silent demand.

She trailed her tongue over the tip, lapping off the thick cream. “Tasty.” John was practically vibrating now and she took pity on him, giving him what he wanted. Topaz opened her mouth and took his cock deep.

John groaned and swore and called her name, his thighs closing around her to keep her between his legs. Even when she was in control, John seemed to dominate. His sheer size and presence demanded it. She was even beginning to get used to it, to anticipate and enjoy it.

She dragged her tongue over his rigid shaft, feeling the heavy pulse beating within it. Her pussy contracted in response to his pleasure, feeding her own growing desire.

She sucked and licked and took him deep in her throat. She wanted him to come, to feel the same kind of satisfying completion that he’d given her. John was close and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. The rim around the top of his cock was sensitive and she drew her tongue over it before she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard.

John knew he couldn’t hang on any longer. The sight of her kneeling between his legs with his cock in her mouth was more than he could take. He couldn’t believe she’d coated his dick with cream and licked it off. He’d never see strawberries and cream again without remembering this night.

He eased her head back and she reluctantly released him with a wet pop of her mouth. She frowned at him and he almost smiled. She was more than ready to have him come in her mouth. As much as he wanted that, he wanted to be inside her hot, wet pussy even more.

“Next time,” he promised as he stood and pulled her to her feet. He snagged his jeans and yanked out a condom he’d put there earlier in anticipation. It paid to be prepared. “This time I need to be inside you.”

She started to sit on the sofa, but he guided her around to the side of it. “No. Here. Lean down and rest your weight on the arm.” Topaz looked at him, her lips wet and moist, her eyes slightly glazed.

He almost came as he rolled on the damn condom. When it was in place, he moved in behind her. “Bend down, babe.” He placed his hand on her back and urged her forward.

He almost howled with pleasure when she put her hands on the arm of the sofa and pushed her sweet ass toward him. He used his legs to spread hers wider. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream with pleasure.”

He lined up his cock with her wet opening and plunged inside. Her cry was almost lost in the echo of his yell as the slick walls of her cunt closed around him. He drew back and pushed inward again. “More. Take all of me,” he hotly demanded. He plunged deeper this time and gritted his teeth to keep from coming.

God, she was tight. Her inner muscles gripped him like a vise. “Hold on tight,” he told her.

Her fingers tightened around the arm of the sofa and she tensed in anticipation of what he was about to do. He held her hips in his hands and began to fuck her. Hard. Her height made them fit perfectly together and he hammered his hips against her ass, loving the slap of his balls against her pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot around my cock.” He pumped his hips against her, loving the way she stretched around him, taking all of him with each heavy thrust.

She was so fragile next to him, the line of her spine delicate. Her nape was exposed as she leaned forward and he wanted to kiss the sensitive spot and then nip at it with his teeth until he gave her a hickey that wouldn’t be noticeable when her hair covered it. Only she would know it was there, a tangible reminder of his possession of her.

He refrained from doing it. Just barely. Raw, primitive emotions coursed through him, egging him on, but he didn’t want to frighten her.

He slid one hand around to her front and found her clit with his finger. He rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves, urging her to come with him.

Topaz didn’t know how much more she could take. She felt completely overwhelmed by John and his claiming. His cock seemed to get bigger with each stroke. This position had his shaft hitting all her sweet spots with each stroke. Her grip on the arm of the sofa wasn’t enough to ground her and she felt adrift, lost in the tempest swirling around her.

A storm was brewing within her and it was only a matter of time before it broke. She was afraid that when it did, she would splinter into a thousand pieces and be unable to put herself back together again. John would have parts of her she would never be able to reclaim. It frightened and she began to panic.

Then John slid his finger across her clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure zinging through her. Her body didn’t care what this might cost her. It reached for the promised orgasm, grasping it eagerly.

Her body exploded and her channel tightened around his cock. Spasms of pleasure rocked her to her core. John yelled and pumped several more times, his shaft swelling and flexing. He half collapsed on top of her, his arms banding around her waist to keep her from falling forward onto the arm of the sofa.

They both stood there panting hard, like two combatants in a war they’d both won. Topaz shivered as she became aware of the cool air and the slight twinges in her body. She felt as though she’d survived a hurricane and would never be the same again.

John slowly withdrew from her body and straightened behind her. She was afraid to look at him, afraid she’d lost part of herself to him. She’d never given up such control before, especially not to a man.

He didn’t say anything as he lifted her into his arms and she buried her face against his broad chest. He carried her to the bedroom, setting her down long enough to tug back the covers. He urged her to crawl onto the bed and when she was settled, he covered her quickly and went to the bathroom. The pipes rattled and groaned as he ran water. She could easily picture him standing in the ancient bathroom, cleaning himself off, running a cloth over his semi-aroused cock.

Topaz stared up at the ceiling, totally replete, yet unsatisfied. The sex was exceptional, the best she’d ever had, but something was missing. She was too tired to even consider what that might be. Her eyes drifted closed but shot open again when the covers were pulled off her and cool air rushed over her skin.

John stood beside her with a warm cloth in hand and proceeded to clean her breasts and between her legs. It was embarrassing and she batted at his hands, but he was relentless. Finally, she gave in and let him do as he pleased. After what they’d just done in the living room there was really no need for her to be self-conscious about him washing her in such an intimate manner.

When he was done, he pulled the cover up to her chin and kissed her forehead. “Sleep. I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

She let her eyes close and wished she was wearing her nightgown, needed it like protective armor to help keep her heart safe. It might already be too late for that. John Knight had come into her well-ordered life and blown it apart, by doing no more than simply being what he was.

She shivered and thought about getting her nightgown, but it was in the living room and she wasn’t prepared to leave the bed for it. The sounds of dishes clinking reached her and she knew John was dealing with the remains of their meal. She’d forgotten all about that. It was a very domestic sound and it soothed her.

Her thoughts drifted along, refusing to touch on anything for long and, before she knew it, John was back. She knew the second he stepped into the room. The texture of the air seemed to change when he was there—thickening and filling with anticipation. The sound of fabric against fabric filled the silence and she knew he’d brought their clothing into the room.

She tensed when he crawled into bed beside her but relaxed again when he put his arm around her and pulled her back against his chest, spooning behind her so her back rested against his chest and her butt was cradled against his groin.

It was then she realized she’d been unconsciously waiting for him. Now that he was here, everything was right. She felt his lips brush against the top of her head as she drifted off to sleep.