Knight In Black Leather by Gail Dayton (ebook reader ink .txt) 📕

back on her heels and unbuttoned the buttons. She could scarcely believe the avid interest in his eyes as he watched, leaning back on his functional elbow. But she had to believe it. She could see it.

When they were undone, her gown gaped open halfway down her body. Now Marilyn really wished for those room-darkening shades. She was almost forty, for crying out loud. And Eli...wasn't.

He lay back on the pillows and held his hand out to her. "Come here."

Hesitant, feeling every minute, every second of her age, Marilyn did as he asked. She started to move to the side, out from between his legs, but he shook his head. She didn't want to lean forward on her hands like before. He'd be able to look right down her gown at everything she wished she could hide from him.

"Marilyn--" Her name growled from his throat.

Eli lunged up from the bed, whipping his arm around her and tumbling her down with him. "God, don't back out on me now."

"I wasn't. I just--" The rest of her feeble excuse was swallowed up in a devouring kiss.

She could feel the heat of his arousal pressing hard and thick into her stomach as she lay over him, stunned by his fierce passion. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, lips possessing the rest. His good hand pushed her gown off her shoulder, stroking the bared skin beneath it. The fingers of his other hand started pulling her gown up until her bottom was uncovered.

He urged her higher, kissing his way down her neck. He nudged the open sides of her gown out of the way with his nose until he could kiss the rising slope of her breasts. Marilyn gasped and he cupped her breast in his hand. Sliding his thumb back and forth over the tip, he alternated his gaze between his hand and her face. "Do you like that?"

Marilyn nodded, trembling.

"Maybe you'll like this, then." Eli pushed her gown to the side, baring her other breast, lifted his head and licked his tongue over her nipple.

A moan whirled through the room. Had it come from her? Must have. Eli's talented tongue made her hot and cold and quivery all at once. It flicked her nipple, teasing, then slid over it flat and soothing, then swirled around it in seductive circles. Her legs parted, slid to either side of his body, and Eli's groan vibrated against her breast as her heat settled over his.

He burrowed his face between her breasts and held her tight, panting like he'd just run a race. "God, I want you."

Marilyn cradled his head against her. "Then have me."

Leaning forward, her weight on one elbow, she reached back with her other hand and worked her ugly nylon panties off. She didn't want him to see them anyway.

"What are you doing?" Eli asked, voice muffled by the breasts he was busy kissing.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She caught the waistline of his knit shorts, then decided she could do better if she could see what she was doing.

"I think you're undressi--where are you going?" he asked as she sat up.

"To undress you." Marilyn grabbed his shorts and pulled them down as far as his knees. She didn't want to bother with wrestling things over casts right now.

Still straddling him, she walked on her knees back up his body, until she could sense his heat warming her most intimate parts. She lowered herself over him, fitting his length into her slick channel between her folds, his tip nudging her sweet spot.

"Oh shit, Marilyn, wait!" Eli cried out even as his hips pushed up to meet her. "Wait--oh fuck, that feels so good--wait. Protection. Condom. In my wallet."

"All in due time." She smiled, feeling suddenly all woman. His reaction sent little thrills tumbling through her, assuring her that he truly did want this. "Just lie back and relax."

"Relax? How the fuck can I re--oh God, Marilyn--" His protest stopped abruptly when she moved, rubbing herself against him. "I can't take this. I won't last."

"Try," she said without mercy, and moved again. It felt good to her too. It had been so long. No wonder she'd become this strange, demanding creature. "And if you don't--you're young. Plenty of comeback. So we can just try again later."

"Oh, fuck," he whispered. He threw his broken arm up over his head, almost braining himself with the cast. He reached for her with the other, then apparently had second thoughts and sent it above his head to grip the pillows too.

Marilyn rode him, rubbing herself against the tip of his penis until her breath came as harsh and fast as his. She watched his face, aroused all the more by the strain she saw there, by his tongue flicking out to wash over dry lips, by the involuntary flutter of half-closed eyelids. She leaned forward, brushing the breasts he'd bared against his chest, and Eli's hand flew up to caress.

He licked his lips again. "Maybe we should--just in case--get it out? The condom--" He bucked his hips against her, then shuddered and swore as he forced himself to lie still.

"Maybe." She didn't sound any steadier than he did. "Later." She kissed his neck, found the scratchy line where his day-old beard began. It had been so long. He felt so good.

"Fuck, Marilyn, I can't--"

And she fell off the cliff, her whole body spasming in long-denied pleasure. Not enough. She needed more, needed him--

She raised her hips, felt him spring up into place, and pushed down, taking him inside her. He slid deep, hard, filling all her empty places.

"Marilyn, stop--" Eli cried.

But she couldn't. And then he couldn't.

She felt him explode inside her, his pulses timing with hers, intensifying them, making them linger. Finally she collapsed boneless on top of him. He put his arms around her and held her, gasping for breath. Her eyes drifted shut and she pursed her lips to kiss the shoulder not quite out of reach.

The tiny kiss seemed to electrify him.