38 - Sweet Confidence

He went rock-hard when she touched his leg with her sultry little demand, and all thought of his famous brother left him.  Tonight, here in the bar, in the corner booth… he’d discovered yet another Lilah.  This one was nothing short of spellbinding with her confidently drawled innuendo, and he wanted her. 

Thank God for long shirt-tails.

The rest of the booze went down in one long gulp, and as soon as the thick bottom of the glass made contact with the table, he gently pried her fingers from his leg.  Tangling them in his, he lifted both eyebrows questioningly.  “Ready?”

The smile that he’d complimented her on a few minutes ago took on a seductive slant.  “For you?  Yes.”

“Goddammit, Bluegrass,” he muttered easing out of the booth without letting go of her hand.  Tony’s other hand went to ensure his shirt sufficiently covered the bulge in his jeans.  “You keep it up and we won’t make it to the room.”

“I’m sorry.”  A quick glance down into her face, confirmed that she was anything but sorry.  She looked rather pleased with herself, her heaven and earth eyes sparkling as brightly as the shiny things all over her shirt.

“What the hell happened to all your insecurity?” he demanded, impatiently punching the elevator call button.  “You drown it in a bottle of rum?”

Keeping their fingers twisted together, she spun lightly on the balls of her sparkly sandaled feet until she was toe-to-toe with him, smiling up into his face.  “You said you didn’t wanna think above your waist, and I thought it sounded like a good idea.  No filter tonight.  No insecurity.  What you see is what you get.”

Nudging her to walk backward into the elevator, he stabbed the button for their floor and whirled to pin her against the side of the car.  “I think that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” he breathed against her mouth, before sweeping inside to mingle the lingering fruity sweetness with the sour mash still coating his tongue. 

A soft gasp of surprise mutated into a sensual purr at the back of her throat when their tongues twisted avidly together, fighting for domination.  She was determined to taste him to the fullest and he was intent upon losing all of his pent-up frustration in her softness.  Lilah’s hands cradled his head as he burrowed his fingertips between the silky sparkle of the top and the waistband of her jeans.  His reward was immediate in the velvetiness of her skin. 

“So soft,” he whispered, the pads of his fingers greedily racing over her waist and lower-back.  “Never felt anybody so soft.”

Rounded fingernails scraped lightly over his nape and into his hair, just as greedy in their desire to touch.  Her eyes were blurred, yet focused intently on his mouth.  Toying with her, Tony let the tip of his tongue slip out and wash across his bottom lip.  He was immediately rewarded with the dilation of her pupils, followed by the anxious chewing of her own bottom lip – all the while still staring.

He was opening his mouth to scold her about ‘no insecurity’ when a discreet chime sang their arrival at the tenth floor, and the jolt of the elevator car made him topple on his slightly unsteady feet.  He quickly righted himself, and clasped her hand again. “C’mon.”   Pulling her alongside him, he made a mostly-straight beeline for their room to stand in front of the door and fumble for the key. 

“I’ve got it,” Lilah squeezed in front of him to insert her key in the card reader.  When the light blinked green, she pushed down the handle and slid inside, with Tony right behind her.

“Lilah…”

She tossed the key on the dresser and spun on her toes to face him, yet maintained a fair distance.  “Yes?”

“I’m a little bit drunk.”

“You are?” she cooed with amusement, striding forward to place her open right hand on his chest and run it to the top of his shoulder.  Stretching, she brought herself closer to his height, teasing the corner of his mouth with a tiny kiss.  “I never woulda guessed, sweetie.”

“And a lot horny.”

Her right hand stayed perched upon his shoulder, but her left stole southward and he sucked a breath when it gently folded over his erection.  Still amused, and now smirking, Lilah gave him a knowing look.  “That I woulda guessed.”

Fuck.

Tony was officially charmed, enamored and fully aroused by Ms. Lilah Bennett.  He needed to be buried deep inside her at least five minutes ago. 

“Kiss me,” he rasped, pushing hands that were almost too rough under the hem of her shirt so that he could knead the soft globes that made such an enticing side-by-side presentation.  Tony slid his thumbs into the lush valley between them, stroking outward along the lace edge of her bra. 

Lilah opened her mouth wide, eager to accept and return the kiss.  Arching into his touch, she deliberately overflowed his hands with the pliant flesh while she tunneled fervent fingers through his hair.  Tony relished their weight against his palms. 

Nothing matched the feel of a woman’s breast in his hand.  He squeezed gently and received a soft groan in response.  He squeezed a little harder and she broke the kiss, impatient hands fumbling over his shirt buttons.

“I got it.”  Reluctantly releasing his playthings, he took a step back and pulled the shirt forward by the collar and let it slither to the floor.  “’Zat better?”

She very nearly pounced on him, combing through the dark pelt firmly enough to leave scratches on the skin beneath.  In his experience, some women just had a thing for hairy guys.  Others preferred the smooth-as-a-baby’s-butt thing.  While Lilah had been all about his chest from the start, he didn’t think it was because of the bearskin rug parked on it.  It was probably the whiskey whispering wicked lies, but Tony had it in his head that Lilah liked his chest because it was his.

A surge of testosterone hit him like a tidal wave, nearly drowning him with its force. 

Fucking needs to be happening.

“Naked.  Bed.  Now.”

Lilah’s head snapped up at the rapid-fire staccato order, embarrassed at the pool of moisture it created between her thighs.  His eyes were dark enough to be navy, brooding and intense.  There wasn’t a detectable trace of amusement or levity in his face, only a look of sheer, unwavering determination.

The pool runneth over, she thought.

“Did you hear me?”

She shuddered deliciously from head to toe and went short of breath.  Tony didn’t have a deep voice, but those words were rumbled so roughly that she was sure he could sing bass with Tico. 

Nodding once, she reached for the button at her waist, watching with rapt fascination as he unbuckled his belt.  Their zippers grated open at the same time, and both pairs of jeans hit the floor within seconds of one another.  Shoes were kicked away, leaving Tony straining against the black cotton of his boxers and Lilah’s purple polka-dotted bikini panties distinctly damp.

However, his chest was bare and hers was not.  She had a very strong feeling that she’d better rectify that problem soon…

“If you don’t take it off, I will,” he threatened, inching toward her.    

The hands that were about to reach for the hem of her shirt stilled as her skin prickled with interest, and Lilah’s words tumbled out without conscience thought.  “Okay.  Take it off.”

His growl was muffled by the fabric being whipped over her head, and when he wrapped his arms around her to unfasten the catch on the lacy black bra, Tony spoke in her ear.  “All you’re doing is making me hornier, Bluegrass.  I’m gonna have to fuck you for days to get satisfied.”

She tipped her chin up, chortling softly as the air-conditioned air tickled her nipples, puckering them into tight points.  “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.  I can accept that.”

“I see how it is.  Without that filter, you’re a little smartass.” Those wide, wide hands pushed down into her panties and shoved them unceremoniously toward the floor.  Lightly smacking her bare butt, he curled one corner of his mouth up in the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen.  “I like it.”

Lord help me to pray.  He says the most panty meltin’ things.

“Get on the bed, Lilah.  In whatever position you wanna be fucked in.”  His thick erection sprang free as the boxers hit the floor with the rest of their clothing.  “Because it’s comin’, and it’s comin’ now.”

“What position do you want me in?” she countered, balancing on the edge of the mattress.  The movement of his hands as he held his hardness and rolled on a condom hypnotized her.  He

“I’m too wound up to play this game.  Hands and knees, ass in the air.  I can pound harder that way.”

Excited beyond all measure, Lilah did as she was told, pushing away the insecurity of having him staring at her naked backside.  The reality of it was that she didn’t have more than a second to think about it before he was clambering behind her on his knees and swiping two fingers through that overflowing pool.

“You want me as much as I want you, don’cha, Baby?”

“More.”

His fingers were replaced by something wider and more blunt slipping through her folds.  Down, then up, then….

“Oh!”  The breath whooshed out almost painfully when he claimed her, and she rocked forward on her hands and knees. 

“Fuckkk, Lilah.  You feel so good wrapped around me.”

He felt so good in her, but she didn’t have a chance to tell him that before he was retreating and then levering his hips forward again.  His hands were everywhere as he found the rhythm he was looking for – her bottom, her back, her shoulders.  There was so much touching….  Lilah loved it. 

“Jersey...” she panted over her shoulder.  “So good.  You fit me… so good.”

They went that way forever it seemed.  He made love to her with his hands while he fucked her.  It was the best of both worlds, and Lilah got so wound up in it that up became down and down became sideways as their breathing became labored and the sweat beaded at her temples. 

It felt good.  Amazing.  Phenomenal.  But it wasn’t enough. 

“Getting’ close, Baby,” he breathed onto her neck, his chest pressed against her back.  Those hands that seemed to be everywhere, were curling around her waist, covering her tummy and when one of them scraped over the swollen nub between her legs….

“Tony!”

… she shattered.  Into a gazillion itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny, glittery, flowery, squishy little pieces that might never fall back together again in the same way.

But Lilah couldn’t find it in herself to care.