N. Walters - Craving Candy

She stared up into the face of the man she loved and knew deep in her heart that his past no longer mattered to her. “What you are is a good man, Lucas. The best I’ve ever known.” She covered his hands with her own. “I’m sorry for your past because it hurt you, and I’m sorry for the death of your mother. But I’m glad that I found you.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. When he reopened them, they were blazing with undisguised lust. But beyond that, she could see the deep, abiding love, and it filled her with hope for the future. This was a man a woman could depend on, now and forever. And he was all hers!

One question nagged at her. She hated to ask, afraid of ruining the mood, but she had to know. “What happened to your father?”

Lucas sat back on his heels, reached his hands behind his back, grabbed a handful of fabric and yanked his T-shirt off over his head. He flung it aside as he leaned over and found the opening of her skirt. “He died in prison.” Making quick work of the zipper, he tugged her skirt down her legs, tossing it behind him.

She knew that Lucas didn’t want to talk about it any longer and that was fine with her. She knew what she needed to know. While she still had many questions to ask him, they could wait. Right now, she needed him to make love to her. Needed to join her body to his and give him the comfort and release from his torment that sex could provide.

Smiling at him, she stroked her hands up her belly and cupped her lace-covered breasts. She was wearing a new strawberry-colored lacy bra and matching panties. “Do you like my new lingerie?” She batted her eyelashes, flirting shamelessly with him.

He laughed and the sound was like music to her ears. “You look good enough to eat.” His voice was low and gruff and sent shivers down her spine. He licked his lips as he leaned down. “And I plan to taste every sweet inch of you.”

His tongue traced the edge of the lace, sweeping across the top of her breast. A fire was burning low in her belly and she knew that only he could appease it. What was it about this particular man that ignited such passion and desire in her? He raised his head and the sensual gleam in his eyes curled her toes. And when his mouth covered her nipple, sucking at it through the thin lace covering, thought fled and was replaced by physical need.

The fabric of his jeans was rough against her skin as he settled between her legs. The action spread her legs wide, draping them over his hard thighs. His fingers trailed up her arms, raising goose bumps in their wake. He hooked his thumbs beneath the strap of her bra and slowly lowered it over her arms, dragging the lace cups from her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently as he skimmed the tips of her breasts with his fingers. The light touch seemed to reach every nerve ending in her body, making her tingle from head to toe.

He stroked his tongue across one swollen peak before taking it deep into his mouth and sucking hard. Candy gasped and arched her hips. She felt so empty inside. “Lucas,” she moaned as she clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails deep.

He growled, the sound low in his throat, as he left her breasts and kissed a heated path down her torso to her bellybutton. Dipping his tongue inside, he swirled it around. Her fingers tugged at his hair, trying to push him lower. He laughed and nipped at her hipbones, which were exposed by the low cut of her panties.

She could feel the dampness between her thighs and knew he could smell and feel her desire for him as he dragged his tongue over the lacy fabric.

Lucas sat back on his heels and traced the lace band at the top of her thigh-high stockings. “You’re so fucking sexy in these and those ridiculous high heels you usually wear. But right now, I don’t want anything between us.”

She almost took offense at his disparaging remark about her footwear. Almost. But when he edged his fingers beneath the band of the stocking and began to slowly roll it down her leg, she promptly forgot everything but the feel of his hand against her skin. As he lowered the stocking down her leg, he kissed and licked every inch of flesh he exposed. By the time he got to her foot, she was sweating.

He whisked the stocking off and kissed the top of each of her toes as he dug his thumbs into her arch. “Oh, God,” she moaned as his fingers continued their magic on her foot. He stroked the sides of her foot and the bottom, paying particular attention to her arch and the ball. It was heaven.

Just when she was a mass of jelly on the bed, he placed a kiss on the arch of her foot before lowering it back to the bed. Then he reached for the top of the stocking on her other leg and began all over again.

Candy scrunched her fingers into the sheets as she rolled her head from side to side. His lips and tongue were hot against her leg as he stripped her stocking away from her. Then he proceeded to treat her other foot to the same amazing foot rub. It was incredible.

By the time he placed a kiss on the arch of her foot and lowered it back to the bed, Candy was purring with contentment. She curled her toes against the sheets, feeling strangely relaxed and aroused at the same time.

Lucas rolled off the bed and peeled off his jeans. Luckily for her, he seemed to dislike wearing underwear and he was naked in a matter of seconds. Her blood thickened as she stared at him.

His shoulders were impossibly wide and his arms were thick with muscles. His chest had a smattering of dark blond hair between his nipples and a thin, narrow line down the center. His torso tapered down to a trim but muscular waist. But it was what was below his waist that held her attention at the moment. His cock was long and thick as it jutted out from the nest of hair at his groin. She’d never met a man as physically impressive as Lucas. And he was all hers.

“Roll over.”

Anticipation flooded her body as she languidly rolled over onto her stomach. Her panties rubbed against her sex, making her moan. He laughed as he stroked his finger along the thin band of fabric between her bottom. “You want it bad, don’t you sugar?” His thumb grazed the puckered opening of her behind, making her squirm.

“I like the thong you’re wearing.” His hands squeezed the globes of exposed flesh. “You’ve got a great ass.” Candy pushed up on her knees slightly, thrusting her behind more firmly into his hands. Bending down, he stroked his tongue down the line of her panties before nipping at her bottom with his teeth. The love bites drove her wild as he left no area untouched.

Coming up on his hands and knees, he covered her with his body. She could feel his breath on her nape as he pushed aside the mass of her hair, exposing her neck to him. He started at the top and worked his way down to the base of her spine, licking, sucking and kissing her. The man really was trying to taste every inch of her.

He rubbed his erection against the cleft of her behind and she opened her legs wider to try to get more pressure where she needed it most.

“Lucas,” she cried, shoving her hips back toward him. “I want you.” Rubbing her slit against his cock, she pushed hard. “Now.”

She felt his large body shudder with need and then, finally, his hands skimmed the waistband of her panties. But he didn’t pull them off. Grabbing the lace in his hands, he tugged. The fabric shredded instantly, no match for his strength or the force of his need. He shoved the remainder of her panties down her leg. The air was cool against her heated flesh and she gasped at the erotic sensation.

Lucas leaned to one side and she heard a drawer open and close, followed by the familiar crinkle of a condom being opened. “What do you want? Tell me, Candy. Do you want my cock in your ass or your pussy? Do you want it hard and fast or slow and easy?”