Sheridan picked up the cordless phone that rested on her nightstand. She dialed Luis’ number and heard the phone ring. Oh, Sher thought, was she really ready for this? Was she fully prepared for what was to come?
Was she ready? She thought with a smile. Was she really ready?
Hell Yes.
Luis had been pursuing her like a dog in heat for far too long now. Why hadn’t she given in weeks ago. That’s right, she thought, she’d only known him for weeks. Sheridan Crane didn’t do this. She didn’t just throw herself at a man she’d only known for a few weeks. She was sane. She didn’t want just sex and no love. Lust and no commitment. What would Luis think of her anyway? Throwing herself at him like this. Sheridan couldn’t go through with it. It just wasn’t her.
Just as she was about to hang up, she heard someone pick up.
“Hello.” Sheridan heard Luis’ sexy voice greet her. She remained silent, contemplating what to say. If to say anything at all.
“Come on, Sheridan” Luis smirked, “I know it’s you.”
“And what makes you so damn sure it’s me?” Sheridan finally found her voice.
“Well, Hun,” He laughed, “there’s a little invention called a caller ID. And it tends to tell you who’s calling.”
“Oh.” Sher blushed “Sorry.”
“That’s quite alright. Now, I’m just wondering, as if I don’t know, why you’re calling so late.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sher stalled as she tried to think of a good excuse, “am I interrupting something?” This was Sheridan’s way of finding out whether Luis was alone. She couldn’t help it. God help him if he’d been chasing after her and sleeping with someone else too.
“Actually, I just stepped out of the shower.” Luis was lying through his too damn white teeth. He’d taken a shower alright, but he certainly hadn’t just stepped out. He had been laying in bed for hours with a bad case of insomnia. But what would it hurt to fabricate a little? Luis heard nothing on the other end of the line and guessed he should explain himself. “Don’t get jealous, Sweetheart, I’m here alone.”
“I’m not jeal. . .” She began.
“Shhh.” Luis interrupted. “I think I heard something.”
“What is it?” Sheridan whispered.
“It’s coming from outside.”
“Luis don’t go out, it’s too dark.”
“I can’t go out there like this, anyway.”
“Why, what are you wearing?”
“Sher, didn’t I tell you I just got out of the shower?”
“Luis you could have had something on by now.”
“Yes, I could’ve, if I wanted to.”
“And you don’t. Why?”
“Sheridan think about it.”
“I’m thinking.” She sure was. Picturing was more like it. She’d never seen Luis completely naked but she sure had imagined it. And she most certainly wouldn’t mind seeing it.
“So you. . .” She paused.
“Yeah.”
Sheridan could just feel her entire body become flushed with desire. He was naked? Oh, my God, she thought, this was not helping her already fragile willpower. How the hell was she supposed to stay away from him when he was. . . well, unclad. Sher couldn’t believe he slept in the nude. If she wanted to resist the strong temptation to go over to his house and have him make love to her until. . .
She didn’t want to think about that. That would just make it far more difficult to refuse his advances.
“Sheridan,” Luis interrupted, “you still haven’t told me why you called.”
“Oh, I just thought I’d left my. . .my. . . my spare keys there.” She covered. “Have you seen them?”
“No, can’t say I have.”
“Alright,” She said sweetly, “I guess I’ll being going now. It was nice talking to you, Luis.”
“You too. Bye.”
“Bye.” Sheridan took a deep breath as she hung the phone up. She was ready.
* ~ * ~ * ~
Luis glanced over at his clock. 11:00 p.m. on the dot. He was expecting his guest soon. And he couldn’t wait until she got here.
* ~ * ~ * ~
Sheridan reached the front door of her destination. She knew it was late but he would understand. She rung the doorbell twice and got no answer. She turned the knob on the slim chance that it would be unlock. Eureka! Sheridan stepped in the magnificent house and headed upstairs.
Wasn’t that odd? Why had Luis left his front door open? Had he been expecting someone? Had he been . . . No. That was crazy. He could’ve been expecting her. Could he?
Sheridan reached his bedroom door. It had been left ajar, so she was able to see the moonlight casting a luminous glow across the plush black carpet. She stepped closer until she was in his room.
He was sleeping. Lying so his back was to her. She gazed out the enormous glass window that enabled the light to pass so brilliantly through. Sheridan let eyes fall to the man that lie so peacefully in the bed. A black sheet draped over the lower half of his body.
Ideas, ideas, Sheridan thought. She could just feel the wheels turning in her head. Should she? Or shouldn’t she? Did she want to lift up that sheet and find out whether he had. . well, bragging rights.
Did she wish to uncover his secret. To finally see what she’d only felt pressed against her. What she had only imagined until now. Who was she kidding? Of course she did.
Sheridan quietly walked over to Luis’ bed. She stood in front of him and watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He looked so sweet. So peaceful. And so damn sexy. She’d never tell him that though. The man was far too self-confident as it was. He was so damn full of himself that she wouldn’t be surprised if he screamed his own name out in bed. That’s okay, she smiled, she hoped to be screaming right along with him.
She was being mighty bold tonight. She wanted so much to wake him up and have him make love to her right then. Could she do that? She’d worry about that a little later. After she’d gotten her peek.
Sher touched her hand to the sheet that rested on his hips. And looked up at Luis. He still lie silently in dreamland. She smiled at him and couldn’t stop her finger from grazing his strong chest. She placed her hand on the sheet again and slowly began to. . . .
“Sher, Honey, you didn’t actually believe that I would sleep in the nude knowing you’d come over, did you?” Luis’ deep brown eyes stared up into Sher’s shocked blue ones.
“But you said. . .” How did he know she was coming?
“I know what I said,” Luis laughed, “But if you want to find out what’s in these,” Her eyes moved to his boxers, “I’ll have to find out what’s in that.” Luis referred to her coat. Why did she have a coat on anyw. . . oh. When he realized she was most likely naked under that coat, he felt himself react.
He saw Sheridan’s eyes gaze down at him, and he knew she’d noticed his reaction too. His navy boxer-briefs left almost nothing to the imagination. Well, not exactly. Sheridan certainly seemed to be imagining something right now. Luis admitted her heated gaze at his body was. . . Well, she was practically gawking at him.
“Sheridan, close your mouth. And come over here.” Luis said inviting her to his bed.
“Luis I. . .”
“Sheridan, come here.” And she did. Sheridan removed her coat and sure enough confirmed Luis’ suspicions. She was naked and beautiful.
Sheridan laid down on the bed beside Luis. He didn’t touch her. But merely looked at her face. In awe of her. She just looked up at him innocently. He finally touched her cheek.
“You’re. . .”
“Beautiful?” Sheridan interrupted. She’d heard that one before. One too many times. Couldn’t men come up with . . . .
“Angelic.” Luis pressed his lips to hers and he covered her body with his.
“Thank you.” She said when he pulled away from her lips. “I’ve never been called that before.”
Sheridan felt his hands caress her stomach and move higher to her breasts. While his lips teased her ear.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He whispered heatedly in her ear.
“About as long as I’ve wanted you to?” Sher moaned as his lips grazed her neck. She felt him move down to her heaving chest and stop. “Luis, kiss me.” She begged and he did. His hands rubbed her thighs as his tongue laved her nipple.
“I thought you said you didn’t bite.” Sher giggled as Luis nipped her playfully.
“I lied.”
“Luis, I think someone’s a little overdressed.” Sheridan wriggled beneath him until her hands found his boxers. She pulled them down his body and felt him. She heard the pleasure filled groan tear from his lips so she did it again. This time his hands grabbed hers and brought them over her head. He roughly kissed her until she was breathless.
“Sheridan, I want you so much.” He whispered against her lips. “Can I have you? Can I make love to you, Sheridan?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes as Luis’ lips catered to every inch of her upper body. He made his way down to her bellybutton and stopped. His tongue shot out to tease her there and he paused when he felt the presence of someone else.
Sheridan move beneath Luis as he pleasured her with his skilled mouth. She couldn’t believe she’d waited this long to be with him. She wanted to go all the way now. She desperately needed to feel him inside of her.
“Sheridan, Sheridan.” Sher felt Luis cover her body with his.
“Yes.” She moaned. Her eyes still shut. Allowing her to give into the wonderful feeling of complete bliss. Ecstasy.
“Looks like someone wants to join us.” Luis turned his head to the door. Sheridan did the same and she was completely horrified when she noticed a figure standing there.
“Oh, my God,” was all she could say.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Luis,” the intruder teased, “Though if you were alone I might be more inclined to take you up on your offer. . .”
“Tiff,” Luis said not at all amused with her antics, “Could you give us a minute?”
“Just a minute, Luis?” Tiff mused. “Well, from what I hear, you usually take much more. . .”
“Get out!” Luis demanded and Tiff quickly left the room. Not before teasingly winking at him though. She made sure to close the door before she made her exit.
“Luis,” Sheridan finally found her voice, “Who was that?”
“That’s just Tiff. I guess you could call her a friend. Though I’m using the term lightly.”
“Oh. How do you know her?”
“Well, she’s actually my best friend’s girlfriend.”
Luis stood from the bed and headed for his dresser. He stopped and turned to face Sheridan when he heard her quick intake of breath.
“Sheridan?” He asked concerned. But what he saw next left no doubt in his mind as to what had caused her sudden need for oxygen.
Luis watched her eyes sweep across his hot naked body. Her tongue slipping out to moisten her lips in appreciation. Her baby blues suddenly deepening to a darker shade as her desire intensified to wanton lust. Need.
“Sheridan,” that cocky-ass smirk on his face turned to a full fledged smile as he said her name playfully and made his way back to the bed. He stood in front of her as she admired him brazenly. “See something you want?”
“No,” Sher said getting up on her knees on the bed. Allowing the sheet that covered her body to fall beneath her. “I see something I need.”
“Is that right?” Luis trailed his forefinger down the center of her body. Making sure to linger when he reached certain areas. She shivered at his touch. She needed to feel him. So she did.
“Yes, Luis,” Sheridan whispered reaching out to lightly rake her nails over his bronze skin. “I see something I’ve been craving for quite a while now.” Her hand slid down to stroke him.
Sheridan’s gaze remained fixed on Luis’ as she felt him. Felt him grow hotter, harder in her hands. Luis’ eyes finally closed as he gave into the feel of her touch. When he did, Sher captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Which instinctively led Luis to push her to the bed and cover her body with his. He pressed himself to her and smiled at her slight whimper.
“I could take you right here, right now, Sheridan.” Luis said huskily against her warm lips.
“Who’s stopping you?”
Sheridan felt Luis’ hand move down to cup her intimately. She cried out his name. “Luis.” His touch had almost caused her to climax right then. She’d never been stroked so amorously by him. This was. . .
“Luiiiiiis,” Tiff whined as she tapped on his bedroom door, “Your minute’s been up for five minutes now! Come out, come out where ever you are.”
“Damn it,” Luis swore, “I forgot all about Tiff.”
“Me too.”
“Yeah,” he smirked, “we kind of tend to forget a lot of things when we’re together.”
“Like closing the bedroom door so Tiff wouldn’t have intruded in the first place.”
“Yeah, like that.” Luis laughed. “Well, I better go out there and see what the hell Tiff wants. Trust me, she’s liable to break down this door if we keep her waiting long.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
* ~ * ~ * ~
Luis met Tiff in the living room and took a seat across from her. She looked over at his attire, only some black pajama pants, and couldn’t help but smile at what she knew she had interrupted. Boy, Tiffy thought, did that man ever not have a woman in his bed.
“I’m sorry, Luis,” Tiff smiled, “was I interrupting something?”
“Tiffy, quit the bull and tell me what you’re doing here.”
“Luis.” She was taken back by his attitude. “Simmer down. I came here for a very important reason.”
“And what could that possibly be?”
“Well, you know the case you’re working on with Joe? You know, the Macmillan case.”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, so you know the trial is tomorrow then? You know they moved it up, right?”
“What?” Luis said shocked. “When did this trial moving take place?”
“I thought Joe told you. Or at least your secretary.”
“No, this is the first I’m hearing about it.” Luis noted that he had to make certain to fire his incompetent secretary in the morning.
“Sorry, Hun, but the trial’s tomorrow and we need you. We need your work on the case too. Do you have the papers here?”
“Yeah, I do. But I haven’t finished looking them over yet.”
“That’s all right, we can finish up now.”
“Great,” Luis remarked sarcastically, “Just what I wanted to do tonight.”
Luis got up from his seat and went to go inform Sheridan of the slight change in plans. Slight, because there was no way in hell, he was letting the demon spawn ruin his night with Sheridan.
Tiff and Luis had a love-hate relationship. He hated her and she loved it. Yes, Tiffy, sure got off on ticking Luis off. Everything she did in his presence was in some way meant to tease him or get some reaction out of him. Good ole Tiff, always great for a bother. Luis had to admit though that he didn’t really hate Tiff per se. But she certainly annoyed the hell out of him. And he was sure these amicable feelings were mutual.
* ~ * ~ *
Luis sat and listened as Tiff rambled on about case dealings. Damn. Why couldn’t she just leave? It had been 15 minutes already and Luis had told Sheridan he would be back in 10. Damn Tiff for prolonging this. Luis was sure she was doing this on purpose. Deliberately inflicting her own brand of torture on him. Oh, why couldn’t Tiffy just play nice? Why couldn’t she get the hell out of his house?
“Luis, Luis,” Tiff brought him out of his thoughts. “I think we’re done for now. Aren’t you glad I rushed through it? That way you can get back to your. . . plans.” She smiled and showed herself out.
“And stay out!” Luis yelled after her. She only grinned wider as he closed the door behind her.
* ~ * ~ * ~
Luis stepped inside of his bedroom and almost gave himself away when he saw the sight before him. Sheridan stood by the window, staring lovingly at the moon lit sky. She wore only Luis’ oversized black pajama shirt. Luis silently walked to her until his arms wrapped around her waist. He heard Sheridan sigh and relax in his embrace.
“She kind of ended the mood.” Sher said turning to face Luis.
“Want me to put you back in it?” He smiled a seductive smile and gently lifted her chin until her beautiful eyes connected with his.
“Luis I. . .” Luis captured her lips in a slow sensuous kiss that made her want to drown in him forever. Made her want to let him love her. This wasn’t her though. Sheridan didn’t do things like this. And now that she’d had time to contemplate the situation, time to think about the ramifications, she couldn’t do it. Sher wouldn’t’ make love to Luis. Not yet anyway. It was too soon. They hardly knew each other.
“Luis, I can’t do this.” She said when she felt Luis pull away from her lips.
“But you want to, don’t you?” Luis moved his hand over her peaked nipple and messaged her breast.
“Yes,” Sher moaned, “So much it hurts.” It was becoming more and more difficult to breathe with every stroke of his hand. Each Caress of his lips on her neck. “Luis.”
“Yes, Sheridan.” He whispered. His warm breath tickling her skin as he trailed kisses along her shoulder.
“Please don’t let me do this.” She begged. For Sheridan knew that if he wanted to make love to her right now, she’d let him. She had to make him stop though. She just didn’t know how she would. So she asked him. Hoping that he would be the one to stop. The one to say no. Because she knew she wouldn’t.
With a final brush of his lips against her cheek, he stopped. Ending his unbelievably sweet torture.
“Thank you.” Sheridan murmured gratefully.
“Sheridan,” Luis held Sher’s small hands in his as he spoke, “I’m going to have you.” He watched as she shivered at his words. Luis knew he could take her now if he wished. And she would utter no protest. “But not until you’re completely ready. Not until you come to me.”
“Luis. . .”
“Sheridan, would you stay with me tonight?” He asked gently. His soulful brown eyes pleading with her.
“Luis, I told you. . .”
He cupped her chin and rested his thumb over her moist lips. “I just want to be with you.” He said sincere. “I just want to hold you, Sheridan. Feel you close to me.”
“I ca. . .” She started to protest. Knowing that if she stayed she would never be able to just let him hold her.
“Just say, yes.” His warm breath hypnotizing her with every word he spoke, “Just say you will.”
After a few agonizing seconds of silence, Sheridan spoke. Spoke the words that Luis had wanted her to speak the most at that moment.
“I will.”
“Sheridan,” Luis whispered in her ear, “Are you still up?”
“Yeah.” Sheridan felt. . . cherished in Luis’ embrace. His arm draped across her midsection and his legs snaked around hers. They spooned. Content just feeling each other. Just holding one another.
“Can’t sleep?” Luis tightened his embrace around her and she snuggled closer to him.
“Not really.”
“I have an idea of what we could do.” Sheridan could just feel his smile as he said those words.
“Luis. . .”
“No, not that.” He laughed. “Let’s play pool.”
“What?”
“Pool,” he suggested, “I have a pool table in the game room downstairs. Let’s play.”
“Luis,” Sher began, a little taken back by his suggestion, “Who in their right mind plays pool in the wee hours of the morning?” She glanced over at the clock. “2:00 AM to be exact.”
“Sher, Honey,” He saw her smile, “I know of at least 2 pool halls that don’t close til 3 in the morning. Besides, we’re at home, it doesn’t matter how late we play.”
*Ring* *Ring*
Damn! The phone. Yet another interruption. And Luis knew exactly who it was. Not even looking at the caller ID, he picked up the phone.
“Yes, Tiff,” He answered tightly, “What is it now?”
“Luis,” She said cheerily, “I hope I’m not interu. . .”
“What do you want?”
“Oh, okay, so you remember my visit earlier?”
“Tiff, get to the point.”
“Well, when you were in the bedroom talking to Sheridan about my visit, Joe called. He told me that he was misinformed, the trial is Monday, not tomorrow.”
“Tiffy, Hun,” Luis said aggravated as hell. Tiff really was the demon spawn. “Why couldn’t you tell me this when you were here?”
“I guess it just slipped my mind.” Luis could just sense her smile on the other end of the line. “Gosh, Luis ,” Tiff sympathized falsely, “I hope I didn’t disturb you and Sheridan. I mean I hope you guys. . .”
*Dial Tone*
Luis hung up on Tiff before she could even utter her next words. Oh, she was infuriating. He would get her back one day, though. Revenge was so going to be his.
“How about that pool game now.”
* ~ * ~ * ~
“Luiiiiis,” Sheridan whined, “this is getting boring. I want to do something else.”
“Me perhaps.” Luis laughed as Sher glared at his play on her words. “Sheridan, come on, you knew I couldn’t resist that one. No matter how corny it was.”
He looked at her with puppy dog eyes and she couldn’t help but smile at him. “Okay, okay, all is forgiven. But, Luis, do you have another suggestion?”
“Well, you could always do me like you suggested,” Sheridan hit him playfully on the arm, “or there’s always strip poker.”
“I think I’ll stick with pool. But,” She looked over at Luis alluringly, “I will place a rain check on that strip poker game.”
Luis smiled his million dollar smile and shook his head. Sheridan was just too much. He loved this playful side of her.
It was his turn up, so Luis moved to the table and prepared to take his next shot. He announced his play and Sheridan giggled.
“What?” He asked wondering what was so damn funny about him trying to make this shot.
“Luis, you can’t make that!” She laughed harder at his facial expression, simply priceless.
“Yes, I can.” He boasted. “Watch me. Watch and learn, Sheridan.”
Luis got in the position, ready to prove himself to the woman standing next to him. She thought he couldn’t do it. Ha! He’d show her.
Sheridan stood behind Luis and watched as he readied himself to prove her wrong. Hmm, she thought, he could ready himself all night and she wouldn’t mind a bit. She tempted fate that he wouldn’t catch her checking out his. . . rear end. Pool was definitely not the game to play when trying to restrain from sex. All the hidden undertones of this game. The balls. The holes. The. . . Damn, everything about the game, just screamed SEX! Or maybe it was just her. Maybe she was just. . . No, she thought, it had to be the game. Yeah, the game. Oh, she needed something. She needed a cold shower. . . with Luis. She would have to settle for a drink though.
“Luis,” She blurted out, shocking him. And causing him to miss his shot completely.
“Damn it.” He swore. “You did that on purpose didn’t you, Sher?” Luis pursued Sheridan as she made her way away from the pool table.
“Luis I. . .” She couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter as he reached her and pulled her over his shoulder. “Put me down.” She demanded laughing hysterically. He brought her over to the couch and dumped her.
“There.” He said walking away from her.
Luis headed back to the pool table but was tackled to the floor when Sheridan jumped on him from behind. They wrestled on the floor until Sheridan finally gained the upper hand. She pinned Luis beneath her with his hands above his head. Both their breathing rapid and their looks intense.
“Looks like I won.” Sheridan sat up, straddling Luis.
“No complaints here.”
“I bet there aren’t.” She teased. “So what’s my prize?”
“Whatever you want it to be.” Luis said in a husky voice.
Sheridan bent down, moving closer to Luis. Her lips brushing his gently. “Anything?” She whispered.
“Everything.”
“I only want one prize.” An impish smirk played on her lips as she spoke.
“And what is that?” He saw her smile widen and couldn’t wait for her answer.
“A drink.” She burst into a fit of laughter causing Luis to laugh right along with her. “I need a glass of wine, Luis.”
“You’ll have to get off of me then.” Luis lifted his head and met Sheridan’s lips in a gentle kiss.
“I don’t want to.” She murmured. Sheridan wasn’t going anywhere. It felt too damn good straddling Luis like this for her to ever want to get up.
Luis took this opportunity to flip them over. Sheridan now laying on the floor, Luis atop her. They couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like you have to, Hun.” He kissed the tip of her nose. She giggled and he lifted himself from her, picked her up, and threw her back on the couch.
He headed to his wine cellar to pick out something suitable for this evening, or morning rather. It was now 3:15 AM. Luis made his choice and offered Sheridan a glass. She accepted. And accepted. And accepted. And continued to accept til she had finished several glasses of wine.
* ~ * ~ * ~
“Sheridan, stop” Luis said, “You’re going to get drunk.”
She giggled. “Too late.” And took another sip of wine. “Oh, Luis,” She said coming closer to him, “What a tight ass you have.” With that she smacked on his ‘tight ass.’
“That’s enough.” He took the glass from her and she frowned at him.
“Luis, you’re being mean.” She pouted. “You can’t control me.”
“I’m not tr. . .”
“Just in case you haven’t noticed,” she moved to stand in front of him, “You’re not God’s gift to women.”
“You’re right, Sheridan,” Luis slid his arms around her waist, “This gift is only for you.” He came close to her ear and whispered, “When are you going to open it, Sheridan?”
“Now.” She answered pushing him down onto the pool table. “I want to open it now.” Luis soon found himself being straddled on the pool table with Sheridan atop him. Oh God, he thought, the wine was really taking its toll on her.
“You’re drunk, Sheridan.” Luis began. “We can’t do this.”
“Oh, I’m not that drunk,” she felt him through his pajama pants. “And I think,” she felt Luis react to her touch, “No, I know we can do this.” Sheridan knew she wasn’t that drunk. The wine had just helped her to relax a little. She was fine. And she had no doubt of how memorable this evening would become.
“Sheridan.” Luis could only moan as she continued her strokes. Oh, this was torture. Sweet, arousing, and oh so sexy torture. If this was torture though, Luis certainly didn’t want to be put out of his misery. He just wondered how long Sheridan would keep this up.
Was she finally going to let him show her just how good he really was?
His mind told him to stop her. Morality had to set in sometime, didn’t it? He had to start thinking with his brain and not his. . . well, carnal appetite. But with her feeling him, pleasing him like this, what was he supposed to do? He was a man, wasn’t he? He had needs. Some would say that what he desired right now was not a need, but they obviously had never been touched by Sheridan Crane. The power she had over him at that moment should have been outlawed.
“Luis, Sweetie,” She interrupted his thoughts, “What are you thinking, huh? What do want?” She whispered close to his ear, “How do you wish for me to please you?”
Was this some cruel joke? How was he supposed to respond to that? Sure she was a bit tipsy, but damn, she’d started this. She had come on to him. After all, hadn’t she wanted this anyway? She’d wanted him earlier when she wasn’t dru. . .tipsy. Why wouldn’t she want him now?
The wine had just loosened her up a bit, right? She would have still done this if she’d been completely sober, right? Yeah right, Luis thought. If he did go through with this, he would never forgive himself. He would feel as if he’d taken advantage of her. And truthfully, he would have. He couldn’t do this. He had too much respect for Sheridan, for any woman, to ever stoop this low.
Luis felt Sheridan move higher so she straddled his midsection. He felt her. Felt her core come in contact with his bare skin. She was wet. Hot, wet, and ready for his taking.
She must have heard his slight gasp, the devious gleam in her eyes said as much.
“Has someone forgotten that I came here with no clothes on? Hmm?” Sher teased. “That means no panties, Luis?” She heard him groan when she moved against him, “I’m ready, Hun. Are you ready to take me?”
Okay, this was just not funny. How the hell was he going to say no to this? How could he not surrender to this. . .
Maybe he wouldn’t have to. Luis felt Sheridan move off of him. And he was glad he wouldn’t have to say no. She was going to stop this for . . .
Oh no. What was she doing now? Oh God, he thought, as he watched Sheridan undo her shirt buttons and slowly reveal herself to him.
“You like?” Is all she said before eyeing him hungrily and letting her hands fall to his pants again. “Come on, Luis,” she begged, “Don’t you want me?”
What the hell did she think? Couldn’t she tell by the. . .well couldn’t she just tell?
“More than you know.” He said as she climbed back atop him. “Sheridan, Sher. . .” Luis began breathless when she ran her hands up bare chest. It was truly becoming a task to try and think let alone process any rational thought.
When he felt her hot wet kisses trailing down his body, coming a little too close to his pants, he gently pulled her up until her sparkling blue eyes connected with his smoldering brown ones.
“Sheridan, we can’t do this.” He spoke to her adamantly. “You’re drunk, and I can’t take advantage of you this way.”
“But you wouldn’t be taking advan. . .”
“Yes, I would.” He placed his finger on her lips to silence her. When she only took it in her mouth, Luis knew she was not going to back down. So he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom room.
“Oh, so you wanted to do me in here?” Sheridan snuggled closer to him as he led her to the bed and placed her on it.
Do her? He didn’t want to ‘do’ her at all. He wanted to make love with her. And that was something he obviously could not, would not be doing right now. Despite his little joke earlier, Luis didn’t want to do Sheridan at all. He really care. . .liked her and he wanted to make sure they made love when they both were. . .well level headed.
“Sheridan,” he began covering her already too exposed body with his dark sheets, “I’m not going to do you. And we’re not going to do this at all.” Luis took his place at the other end of the large king sized bed. Just to have Sheridan crawl over there and crush her body to his. She straddled him and spoke softly in his ear. . .
“What’s wrong, Luis,” she hissed, “worried you wouldn’t be able to handle me?” Her hand moved down to the waistband of his pants. “Can’t satisfy little ole Sheridan?”
What? Oh, hell no, she did not just say that. That was it, Luis thought, and he flipped them over so she lay flat on her back. He crushed his body to hers and kissed her passionately, eliciting a soft moan as he held her hands above her head and spread her legs.
“I don’t think you realize just how much I want you right now.” He spoke, his warm breath teasing her lips and arousing her to no end. “Trust me, Sheridan, Honey” he said in a husky voice, pressing his lower body to hers, “I can definitely handle you.”
Luis felt her body tremble at his words. At his touch. At his manhood which was so close to her core she could feel him. Even through his thin cotton night pants.
“Damn.” Is all he said before moving off of her and shifting to his side of the bed. That had been a hard thing to do. How much he wished to climb back atop her and show her exactly how much he could satisfy her. He wouldn’t though. That would have to wait for some other time. It was too late anyway, in the wee hours of the morning. Even if she had of been. . . of level head, he wouldn’t have made love to her now. Not enough time. He had places to be tomorrow and he didn’t feel like being interrupted by others. Because when he did make love to her, he knew that it would last for hours. And he would certainly be satisfying her, pleasing her, like she’d never been pleasured before.
Luis heard Sheridan take a calming breath. She obviously was giving up. Thank God, he thought, he didn’t know how much more he could stand.
He heard her rhythmic breathing shortly after and he knew she had fallen asleep. Luis turned to find her curled under the sheets, dreaming peacefully. She had a smile on her face. Some dream she must be having, Luis thought. He moved closer and cuddled her from behind. Spooned her. And looked down at her face. He had been right in what he’d said earlier, she truly did look like an angel.
* ~ * ~ * ~
Sheridan’s Dream
Luis collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Round. . ., hmm, Sheridan couldn’t recall. They’d made love too many times to count. He’d been amazing. Even better than she’d hoped. So sweet. So giving. So gentle, most times. Other times had called for more . . .untamed desire. So utterly indescribable. By far the best lover she’d ever had.
“Sheridan,” Luis whispered, causing her eyes to connect with his. His hand resting against her cheek as he spoke. She could’ve sworn that he could see into her soul. His look was so intense. “I love you.” He spoke sincerely.
She smiled and kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, Luis.” He returned her tender look. And pulled her on top of him. He touched his lips to hers again. Caressing her sweetly as they journeyed back to ecstasy. As they showed one another just how strong their love was.
End of Dream
Sheridan’s eyes shot open as she floated back to reality. Her breathing rapid and her mind going a mile a minute. What was that, she thought? What was she doing dreaming about Luis saying he loved her? They’d only known each other for weeks. He couldn’t possibly love her and she couldn’t possibly love him. But what did it mean then?
Oh my God, she thought, weren’t dreams a figment of what you wished to happen in reality? What you wanted to transpire? No, that couldn’t be. She didn’t feel that way. Did she?
She was unsure of everything right now. All she knew was that her head hurt like hell. Hey, maybe that had caused such a ridiculous reverie. It had to be it, didn’t it? It just had to be.
Chapter 10- Part A
Sheridan woke up from her ‘peaceful’ slumber. Her head pounding and her body aching terribly. She couldn’t remember. . . well, she could remember last night. It usually didn’t happen that way when she got dru. . .over wined. But this time she could recall certain events of the previous evening. Obviously, she had consumed quite a few glasses of wine. That was evident from her pounding head.
“Oooooh,” she groaned. She needed something. Something to end this nagging headache. Something to quit this unbearable suffering. Sleeping pills, perhaps? Drugs? At least they would knock her out for a bit. She guessed she’d have to settle for Tylenol or. . .
“Advil?” She looked beside her to find a glass of water and two Advils placed on a tray on the nightstand. She examined further and spotted a note there as well. It read. . .
Hey there, Sleepyhead,
Sorry I had to leave you this morning. I needed to take care of some business. I took the liberty of leaving you something to wear when you get up. I hope you don’t mind. I estimated your size. Just went by what I’ve seen. Oh, and as I’m sure you’ve already eyed, there’s Advil on the nightstand for your headache. I heard it works best for hangov... people with headaches. Anyway, I’ll be back later this evening. Hope You feel better.
Kisses,
Luis
Aww, Sheridan thought, he could be a real sweetie sometimes.
“Well, I guess I should get up.” Sheridan quickly swallowed the Advil and water. She threw herself from the bed and stumbled to the shower.
The bathroom was huge. Complete with a Jacuzzi room adjacent to it. Sheridan guessed she should’ve figured as much. She was almost certain that Luis entertained a lot of guests.
Sheridan stripped from the shirt that scantly covered her. And stepped into the shower. Turning the hot water on and letting it soothing relax every aching muscle in her body. The more at ease she felt, the more memories from last night flooded to her mind. She remembered the previous night mostly, but the events became clear as day as she stood there, water flowing above her.
Sheridan recalled her actions on the pool table and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, ashamed and a lot of other things. Oh, what had she been thinking. . . .
“Has someone forgotten that I came here with no clothes on? Hmm?” She teased. “That means no panties, Luis?” She heard him groan when she moved against him, “I’m ready, Hun. Are you ready to take me?”
And how could she forget how many times Luis had refused her. Lucky for Sheridan, he’d been able to hold back long enough to get her to stop. . .
“Sheridan, we can’t do this.” He spoke adamant. “You’re drunk, and I can’t take advantage of you this way.”
“But you wouldn’t be taking advan. . .”
“Yes, I would.”
“Oh, my God,” she groaned as even more vivid images from the bedroom came to her. “I can’t believe I said that, did that.” Sheridan closed her eyes and just let the water drown away the events of the previous night. That didn’t last too long though. Especially when her dream started to invade her thoughts again.
Dream
“Sheridan,” Luis whispered, causing her eyes to connect with his. His hand resting against her cheek as he spoke. “I love you.” He admitted sincerely.
She smiled and kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, Luis.”
Sheridan still couldn’t figure out why she’d dreamed of that last night. She supposed it didn’t mean anything though. Just a lonely woman fantasizing about love. Then again, why was it love with Luis? If it was merely a stupid reverie, a meaningless fantasy, why did it involve a man she’d sworn she’d never get involved with. The type of man she had despised her entire adult life. The kind of guy that. . .
What was she saying?
Luis had been nothing but a true gentleman last night. . . well, mostly anyway. Not allowing himself to take advantage of her in her most. . . fragile condition. All that temptation, she’d literally thrown herself at him, and he’d refused her. He had actually cuddled with her afterwards too. Sheridan doubted Luis knew it, but she had definitely felt his strong embrace during her slumber. She wondered if that ‘strong embrace’ and ‘sweetness’ had led to her dream last night.
She wouldn’t worry about that too much anymore though. Cause she had finally found out what type of guy Luis was. Or could be anyway. Either he had not wanted her last night, which from what she’d felt pressed against her many times yesterday, she knew was not even a possibility, or Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald was actually a pretty decent guy. Whoa, Sheridan surprised herself with that thought.
Of course, Luis could try and advertise himself as decent as he pleased, but Sheridan knew from experience just how. . .indecent he could get. A silly grin played on her lips when she recalled her various encounters with Luis. . . .
The Country Club Shower. Hmm, Sheridan couldn’t help but curse herself for leaving Luis like she had that day. What the hell had she been thinking anyway?
The Foyer. Oh, and how could she possibly forget his conduct there? Luis had trapped her that morning, but damn if she hadn’t felt like being caged.
The Kitchen. How did he always manage to make even the simplest of tasks sexy? Even washing your hands could be made into. . . sweet sexual torture, with Luis.
Oh my God, she thought, Luis sure knew how to. . . .well, turn her on. Especially in the most unique places.
God knows the man knew how to work his tongue, and his hands, and his. . .well, Sheridan wanted to find out just how well he could work other parts of his anatomy. She could just feel him now, running his big strong hands down her body. His tongue slipping out to. . . Oh she had to get out of that shower. This heat was doing her already fervent body, no good.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Luis sat at his desk, daydreaming. He’d come to work today in hopes of finishing the Macmillan case. The same case that Tiff had thought was so damn important, she’d interrupted what was to be, or at least what Luis had hope to be, one of the most. . . sexually gratifying experiences of his life.
What was the reasoning behind such high hopes?
Well, Luis rationalized, it all stemmed from their first meeting, the first time he’d laid eyes on her, in fact. Sheridan Crane had been quite the feisty first. Her numerous rejections to his advances had only fueled his fire. They had only made him desire her all the more. And now that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, he found his. . . appetite for her no less. . . healthier.
Luis certainly recalled telling Sheridan that she would have to make the next move. That she would have to come to him when she felt ready to. . . take the relationship to the next level. And he had no regrets about that. Luis was through coming on to her. For he had NO doubt that she would be open to exploring the possibilities of their coming together.
And from the happenings in his bedroom last night, Luis was positive that it would be much sooner than later. Of course, he was referring their actions before the whole drinking fiasco and Tiff’s. . . well, her annoying as hell interruptions.
When Luis thought about that, what could’ve happened in that bedroom, one. . .well, two things came to mind. One being, Damn Tiff! Damn her for ever interrupting. And two involving just how much he really, really wanted Sheridan.
Oh, Luis thought, he had to focus his mind on work because if he kept up his current train of thought, the whole office would know just how much he wanted Sheridan Crane.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 10:00 PM
Sheridan hung up the phone. She’d just finished talking to Luis who’d called to say that he would be home shortly. She couldn’t wait for him to get there either.
Sheridan had spent her day here at Luis’ house. Well, here and at the mall with Gwen. She’d swam, talked on the phone, watched his huge collection of movies, read books, and she’d even tried on the truck load of different outfits Luis had left for her this morning. The man sure had great taste in women’s clothing. She’d figured that was because of his more than enough experience with women. For goodness sake, Luis had even left her. . . well, things to wear under her outfits.
Sher did wonder when he’d had the time to do all of this. She guessed he’d done it this morning while she’d been recovering from last night. Of course, he could have done just about anything this morning and she would not have waken up. In fact, she hadn’t even opened her eyes until 12:30 this afternoon. Oh well, she thought, she was very awake now and she couldn’t wait for Luis to get home.
As if on cue, she heard someone come through the front door and enter the living room. Sheridan stepped out of the kitchen and walked into the dining room. She stopped when she saw Luis there. His eyes roaming over her entire body. She couldn’t help to shiver under his intense gaze. He truly seemed in awe of her.
“Sheridan,” he paused breathless, “You look stunning.”
“And you, Luis,” she looked him over, lusting, “Look very sexy tonight.” Her eyes sparkled when her gaze fell upon his attire. A midnight blue dress shirt with navy suit pants. The first few buttons of his shirt left undone showing a delicious peek of bronze skin. Sheridan couldn’t help the teasingly sexy smile that played on her lips.
She noticed that Luis looked a bit taken back by her compliment. What had he expected her to say though? You don’t look so bad yourself. Yawn, that was definitely a phrase too often used by women who wanted to say, You look sexy as hell right now and I wanna jump you. So what, Sher thought, Luis looked good, why shouldn’t she tell him?
“Thank you,” he laughed, “I changed after work. I was hoping to take you out tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she smiled nervously, “I just thought that. . . well, you left and . . .”
“No, no” Luis moved toward her, “Everything looks wonderful.” He motioned to the dinning room table that was now set with dinner. Beautiful flowers and candles sat on the long dining table, creating a most elegant look. Soft music floated through the atmosphere. With sweet aromas, and dim lights, the room was set to perfection.
There was a moment of silence.
“So,” Luis interrupted, “I guess we should probably get started.”
“Oh, I forgot the drinks. Be right back!” Sheridan turned and made her way to the kitchen.
When she did, Luis took notice of the back of her dress. Which was so seductively held up by a tie that created a keyhole on her back. Oh God, Luis thought, all that separated him from complete and utter indulgence in her was a silly little tie. All he had to do was pull that string and her dress would come pooling to the floor. Revealing to him. . . well, just about all he wanted to see right now. All he wanted to. . . .
“Luis?”
Sheridan’s concerned voice and alert blue eyes, brought Luis out of his daze. Damn, he thought, if he wanted to get through this night he had to calm himself down. He had to keep his mind off of. . . sex. How hard was that going to be? Luis knew he had to though. It was definitely not the time to bring such things up.
“Oh, sorry,” he smiled nervously. “Sparkling cider?” He referred to her choice of drink.
“Well, from the way I behaved last night, I figured wine was the last thing I needed.” She paused, uncertain of how to approach her next statement, “Luis, I’m sorry about that. About last night. I just. . .”
“Sheridan, there’s no reason for you to apologize.” He soothed. “I know that wasn’t you. The wine had just. . . . clouded your judgment.”
“No,” she began, putting the cider on the table and walking toward Luis, “I mean yeah. . . no. . .Luis, I did want you last night.” She confessed. “The wine may have caused me to come onto you a little, a lot stronger, but I did want you.” She whispered. . . “I do want you.”
Sheridan moved closer to Luis and linked their hands. Luis gazed down at her, an innocent look on her face. She was trying to be honest and he didn’t know what to say. If he did as he so wished to do, would she turn him down? Luis figured he’d take another approach. Dinner. After all she had cooked it for him, the least he could do was enjoy it.
“How about dinner. We really should. . .”
“Luis, I don’t want to eat.” She silenced him, placing her forefinger against his lips.
“What do you want to do then?” He spoke, kissing her finger then gently pulling it off.
What did she want to do?
Well, that was a loaded question if ever she heard one. So she just said the first thing that came to mind.
“Dance.”
“What?” He asked a bit surprised by her request. Of course, what had he expected her to say? Or a better question was, what had he wanted her to say.
“I wanna dance. Will you dance with me, Luis?” She smiled, patiently waiting for his reply.
“I would love to dance with you, Sheridan.”
Just as they began, a familiar song filled the atmosphere. As they swayed to the music, dancing in the dinning room.
“Pull it.” She dared. Sheridan heard Luis’ quick intake a breath, he was obviously surprised by her challenge.
“What?”
“Luis, you’ve been toying with that tie ever since we began. So why don’t you just,” she came close to his ear, whispering, “Pull it.”
“Sheridan,” he stepped back a little, gently tilting her head until he looked deep into her eyes, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t.”
“Who says I don’t?”
With that, Sheridan slipped down the off-the-shoulder shirred straps that did nothing to relieve her from her dress. That was Luis’ job. And all he had to do was pull the string.
“Come on, Luis.” She begged. “Don’t you want to?”
He sure did want to. And why shouldn’t he? Sheridan was ready. Hell, she was asking him. All he had to do was pull the tie. Let her free from that confining dress. That sexy black dress that hugged every damn curve of her body. So why the hell couldn’t he do it? Why couldn’t he just. . . pull it?
“Luis?” Her confused blue eyes pleaded with him.
“Sheridan, I don’t. . .”
“Want me.” She spoke hastily. “You don’t want me. Luis, that’s fine.” She smiled falsely, trying to conceal her. . . hurt and confusion. “Excuse me.” She said, just before quickly making her way out of the dining room and to his bedroom.
She needed to get her things and go. If Luis didn’t want her anymore, if he had found someone new, that was fine. Though, when she thought about it, how could he have found someone new this quickly? Just yesterday they’d been about to make love and now, now, he didn’t wish too any longer. Why not? How could he have changed his mind so quickly?
Luis stood in the dining room, shocked and confused as hell. How could Sheridan think that he didn’t want her anymore? Had she not been here for the past couple of weeks? How could she possibly not see how much he desired her, cared. . .liked her? He had to explain. He had to make her see that she was completely wrong in her assumptions.
* ~ * ~ * ~ Luis quietly stepped into his bedroom to find Sheridan laying face down on the bed. It was silent so he couldn’t tell whether she’d been crying or just had her head down. Either way, he wanted to find out exactly what was going on between them. So he softly walked closer to her, until he stood in front of the bed.
“Sheridan?” Luis said her name gently and she lifted her head up to look at him. She didn’t seem to be crying, just. . . . well, he really couldn’t tell how she was feeling. Her face held no trace of emotion. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Sher rose from the bed to stand in front of him.
“Yes, it is. Tell me. . . Please.” Luis begged. His sincere brown eyes held concern. She had to tell him, she just had to.
“Okay, fine.” She let out an exhausted breath, “I’ll tell you.” And tell she did. . . .
“First of all, I promised myself that I wouldn’t get hooked up with you.” He looked a bit taken back by her statement so she tried to rectify what she said. “I mean, no offense but you seem like the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. And I just couldn’t deal with those types anymore. But no, what do I do? Huh?” She continued her rant, her voice getting louder with each word, “I show up at your house, in the middle of the night, and practically beg you to sleep with me.”
“Sheridan. . .”
“No, no, that’s not it.” She went on. “Next, I get myself drunk and you basically have to throw me off of you to stop me from forcing myself on you. . . again. How many times did I try, Luis?” She asked, looking him straight in the eyes, “Hmm, there was the pool table, the bed and the. . .”
“Sheridan. . .” Luis began to get fed up with her ranting. What the hell was she talking about anyway. He’d been the aggressor in all of this. The only times she had even come on to him were both during a moment of weakness. Once when she’d come to his house, after he’d. . . well, after his actions in the foyer that morning, and the second time when she’d been drunk! If anyone had the right to be ashamed or whatever the hell she was feeling, it was him. Not her.
“Look at me.” She moved closer to him. “I couldn’t even keep you interested long enough to just sleep with me and leave. Hmm, some catch I am. You know what? I think I’ll just become celib. . . .”
Luis silenced her with a rough kiss. It was hot, passionate and full of unexpressed emotions. Sheridan didn’t seem to mind at all either. She seem to even calm from the kiss. Luis continued to savagely invade her mouth until he couldn’t take it any longer. Oxygen had to make its way in sometime that night. He reluctantly pulled his hands from her face and his lips from hers. And looked deep into her eyes. Eyes that were now glazed with primal lust. Oh, if she didn’t get that salacious look off her face right now, Luis would soon be hauling her against that wall and showing her just how much he could. . .well, there was no time for such thoughts. . . . yet.
“You wanna know why I couldn’t do it?” He asked, intensely looking into her eyes. Sheridan only nodded her head softly and Luis continued. “It’s because. . . .” He paused. “Because. . .”
“Because of what?” She rose her hand to caress his cheek, “You can tell me.”
“Okay, let me explain it to you this way.” He began. “You were right when you said that I was the ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ type.”
“Luis, I only. . .”
“Let me finish. . . please.” He took a calming breath and went on. “Every time I’ve ever been with a woman, it’s just been about sex. No emotion behind it.” He paused. “But with you it’s. . . different.”
“How so? What do you mean?”
“Sheridan, this is hard for me to say, alright.”
“Alright.” She realized. “But, Luis, just tell me. I promise, I’ll try and understand.”
“Fine, I’ll just come right out with it then. But when I say it, you’re just going to think I’m silly for taking it so seriously.”
“I won’t.” She smiled.
“Sheridan, I want things with you to be special.” He looked away from her but she brought her hand to his face and gently turned it back so their eyes connected. “I really care about you. . . a lot. And I just don’t want it to be sex with us.”
Sheridan was silent for a moment. She kinda just gazed at Luis, obviously trying to process what he’d just said. Luis, on the other hand, was wondering if what he’d just said had just been a big mistake. If she didn’t feel the same way, if she didn’t care about him as much as he cared about her then. . . .
“I care about you too, Luis.” She grinned then broke out into a full fledged smile when she saw Luis do the same. “I was so worried that you didn’t and I just. . . .”
“But I do. So much.” Luis wrapped his arms around her waist and gently brought her closer to him. He brushed his lips against hers, softly, barely letting them touch. Sheridan responded hungrily, bringing her arms up to loosely rest around his neck. Her lips pressed firmly to his and her tongue slipped out eagerly awaiting entrance. Luis gladly gave it to her, letting her sweetness invade his mouth. When the kiss ended, they pulled back slightly, still resting their heads against one anothers.
“So what do you wanna do about it?” Sheridan whispered heatedly against his lips.
“Whatever you want to do about it.”
“Well, I think I wanna do this.” She kissed his lips. “And this.” She journeyed farther, softly pressing her lips against his neck. “And I definitely wanna do this.” She slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. And placed soft kisses against his heated skin. He was hot against her lips and she wanted to taste more of him. So she did.
Sheridan slowly slid the shirt off of his shoulders and rose her eyes to look up at him. Luis only stared back at her, daring her to make another move. She didn’t though, it was his turn now, and the first thing he was going to do was get that dress off of her.
Luis stepped closer to her, allowing her to sensuously run her hands against his strong chest. He smirked, and removed her hands from his body. His eyes slowly, lustfully, scanned the length of her body and when his gaze once again fell upon hers, he arched his brows letting Sher know exactly what he wanted her to do.
She turned, so she faced away from Luis, and carefully reached in back of her to undo her tie. Sheridan felt Luis move to stand close behind her. And he whispered, “Let me do that,” making her quaver at the intense desire in his voice.
With one swift motion, Luis allowed her dress to gracefully fall to the floor. It pooled beneath her and she stepped out of it. Sheridan felt Luis’ hands move to her waist and carefully turn her back around to face him. She watched as he admired her brazenly. His eyes freely roaming over her entire body. Sheridan couldn’t help but smile seductively at him. Clad in only a black lace thong, she knew just what she was doing to him. And she loved it.
Luis, however, had other plans. Two could definitely play at this game.
His lips captured hers in a heated kiss that took both their breaths away. Luis slowly backed Sher against the wall and mashed his body to hers. He only smiled at the slight moan he elicited from her. His hand casually reached down to massage her and he felt her hot, wet, and ready for his taking. Luis watched as Sheridan’s eyes closed and her head leaned back in ecstasy. She was close. But he didn’t want to send her over. . . not yet.
“Did I do that?” Luis asked, feeling her get wetter with every stroke of his hand.
“I don’t know.” Sher murmured heatedly against his lips. “Did I do this?” She slowly slid her hand down his chest and stopped when it rested on the zipper of his pants. She felt his throbbing erection and she couldn’t help but revel in his desire for her. She began to stroke him and she felt him shudder at her movements, slow, and deliberate.
Luis groaned in frustration before roughly lifting Sher’s hands above her head and crushing her body to the wall. He kissed her with all the bent up desire he felt then released her hands. He still kept her hard pressed against the wall so she wrapped her long legs around him. Luis moved her body up until his face was level with her breasts. His eyes were glazed with desire and the intense way he looked at her almost made her climax right then.
His mouth caught her nipple and Sheridan felt her body start to tremble as Luis’ tongue played havoc with her senses. She moaned his name and held him to her as wave after intoxicating wave raked her body.
“I wanna taste more of you, Sweetheart.” He spoke in a husky voice. He was ready for her, ready to be inside of her.
Luis felt her shudder in his embrace and he carefully carried her over to his bed. He laid her down gently before quickly stripping himself down to his boxers. He began to climb on the bed when Sheridan stopped him with her words.
“Luis, take them off.” Sher bit her lower lip. “I want to see you.”
Luis smiled darkly at this and stood back up from the bed. “Well, I’m not taking these off until you take those off.” He motioned to the thongs that still scantly covered her.
“Gladly.”
Luis watched as Sheridan slowly slid them down her legs and threw them in his face when she finished. He smiled at this and threw the tiny black panties somewhere behind him. He looked up to find Sheridan in quite an erotic position. She laid on her side, facing him, casually propped on her elbow. She waited for him, a look of pure seduction on her face.
“Your turn.”
Chapter 10-Part B
"Your turn." She said, waiting for her show. "Take them off. . . Now."
"A little demanding, are we?" Luis stood there with as smug smile on his face. "Well, why don’t you come over here and take them off for me."
"Mmm," she faked contemplation, "I think I can handle that."
And handle it she did, slowly getting up to stand in front of Luis. She trailed a slow path of hot open-mouthed kisses down the length of him, only momentarily stopping to look up at his very content and oh so handsome face. The moonlight cast a glow over his bronze skin as she continued her journey down his long hard. . . torso.
His muscles flexed under her intense touch, her soft hands lightly grazing his heated skin. Her fingers gripped the waistband of his boxers and she slowly began to slide them down. Despite the strong temptation to look down at. . . him, Sheridan’s eyes remained fixed on Luis’. He watched as she completed her task and gracefully stood back up to meet his gaze.
She came close to his ear and simply whispered, "Done."
"Actually, we’re just getting started." Luis said before picking her up and practically throwing her on the bed. Sheridan giggled as she felt Luis move to cover her body with his own. Their breathing was rapid and silly little grins played on both their faces.
The laughter seemed to dissipate as Luis inched closer to Sheridan’s lips.
Touch me baby It feels so amazing As you stimulate me And you make me want you More and more
"You’re so beautiful. . . ." He spoke sincerely as his hand gingerly caressed her soft cheek. Sheridan only stared back at him, gently biting her lower lip. She felt Luis move down to press delicate kisses along her neck. ". . . And sexy. . ." He said in a low throaty voice that caused Sheridan to shiver slightly. ". . . Especially when you look at me like that. . ." Luis continued to place butterfly kisses along her neck and ear. ". . . . So innocent. . . so sweet." He reached down to touch her flat stomach. "I want you so much." He whispered, his strong hands slowly massaging her swollen breasts as he spoke.
"I know." She said in a lazy bedroom voice. Her eyes fluttered shut as Luis began to tentatively rub every inch of her body. "Now, Luis" Sheridan moaned, her fingers lightly grazing his manhood. His body so erotically pressed to hers seem to arouse her to no end. Oh, she wanted him inside of her, and she wanted it right then.
Baby don't you rush me, no You got to take it slow Just let the feeling grow Until it overflows
"Not yet." Luis groaned as he struggled for control. If Sheridan didn’t quit her sexy assault on his. . . Oh God, Luis thought, it was becoming harder and harder. . . to breathe.
What do I do What do I say Does it feel good To you this way
"But I need you now." She pleaded, only intensifying her slow deliberate movements.
I wanna be All that you need Boy what's your fantasy? Better hold on, ready or not Baby my love ain't gonna stop
"I need you too," He said finally gaining some shred of control, "but I wish to. . . indulge in you for a bit." Luis slowly moved down, at last ending Sheridan’s seductive torture. His lips pressed softly to her nipple and his tongue slipped out to teasingly caress her. "Just let me make love to you, Sheridan."
"But I’m so close." Her body felt so tight with need, she was ready to burst. She craved release, and she so much wanted Luis to give it to her.
Take it down low Make me get high
"Let go then, Baby." He whispered, slowly moving down to the warm juncture between her legs. His lips softly closed over her sensitive flesh and he heard her cry out, quickly moving her hands down to hold him to her.
Anyway you want it now Just gotta tell me how To give you everything You've even dared to dream
Sheridan arched her back and trembled as the most intense orgasm raked her body. Her breathing erratic and her emotions on high.
Luis smirked against her skin and began to kiss his way back up her quivering body. "See," he mused, "that wasn’t so bad, was it?" Luis’ lips teasingly grazed the nape of Sheridan’s neck. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. From her intense responsiveness to everything he did, to her profoundly intoxicating taste, his need for her seemed to increase with each passing moment. He lifted his head to glance up at her and saw a look of pure. . . dare he say, rhapsody, bliss.
Isn't it bliss To you right now Don't be subdued Say it out loud Ain't it a sweet Luscious delight When you're immersed in my Ocean of love
Sheridan gently ran her fingers through Luis’ hair, bringing him closer to her. His lips were mere centimeters from hers and she rose just a little to capture his mouth in a fervent kiss. Sheridan lightly raked her nails down Luis’ spine. She felt him tense with every touch of her hand, he was so close and she knew it. And she also loved it. She craved him inside of her and perhaps now he would be.
"Je tu veux," I want you, she moaned against his lips, "Make love to me, Luis."
"Sher. . ." Luis began, only to be silenced by Sheridan’s gentle finger.
"Luis. . . "
"Sheridan," He said, caressing her cheek tenderly, "I care about you. . . a lot." He paused, "And I just wanna make sure you’re really ready for this."
"I’m ready." She said and whimpered when she felt his manhood brush her hot wet center. Oh God was she ready.
With that, Luis moved his hand down to touch her, he felt her move to meet his caress. He only rubbed her briefly, watching as her fingers gripped his dark sheets. She was so close. . . again, and that’s when he knew he had to stop. The next time she. . . lost control, he wanted to be within her, with her.
Luis ceased his erogenous actions, carefully entwining his free hand with hers. When Sheridan felt them connect, she slowly opened her eyes to gaze up at Luis. He leaned down to sweetly take possession of her lips in a deeply arousing kiss that left them both hungry for more.
Luis felt Sheridan slowly ease her legs apart, enticingly arching her heated body to meet his own. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. . .
"Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?" His warm breath caressed her skin as he whispered, a deep sexy voice that caused her to quiver in anticipation of him.
She laughed lazily, closing her eyes as she spoke. "About as long as I’ve needed you to." Sheridan felt Luis’ lips curve into a cocky smile that left no doubt in her mind of what was next.
"Open up for me, Sheridan." Luis spoke in a husky tone against her lips. Sheridan pleasingly complied with his request, allowing him to slowly penetrate her. She whimpered and clung to him as he filled her completely, gently easing himself deeper inside of her.
Luis whispered soothing words to her as he moved within her slowly, deliberately. Her nails dug into his strong back when he became only more intense with his thrusts. Sheridan soon began to relax and meet his every grind, soft moans and silent murmurs cascading from her lips.
"How does that feel?" He asked, his hand reaching down to slowly knead her aching breasts. Sheridan didn’t answer, as a most wonderful climax raked her body. She trembled beneath him, arching to meet his touch.
Luis felt her go over and he began to move deeper inside of her, his thrusts harder, faster. Sheridan writhed beneath him, crying out as the pain merged with the most unbelievable pleasure.
"Oh God." She moaned as she was quickly approaching the point of no return. . . again. Luis captured her lips in a passionate kiss, just moments from his own powerful peak. He gazed down at her flushed body, his smoldering eyes a true sign of the inevitable.
He crushed himself to her, quickly entwining their hands, and pinning them above her head. He moved even more intense, deeper within her, eliciting cries of pure ecstasy.
Sheridan’s eyes fluttered open and her legs wrapped tightly around Luis as she felt him move to a particular spot. Her body trembled and not even a second later did the most amazing orgasm overtake her. Luis followed suit and soon after tensed with his own powerful climax. He shuddered, collapsing atop her, but careful not to hurt her.
Neither of them moved as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. Unexpressed emotions and rapt feelings subdued them both as they lay. Luis finally raised to come off of Sheridan but she stopped him with her words. . .
"Don’t go." She whispered timidly, holding onto him so he wouldn’t leave her.
"Sweetie, I don’t want to hurt you." Luis soothed, brushing a damp blond tendril of hair from her face.
"Luis, you’re not. . ." Before she could utter another word, Luis gently rolled them over so that Sheridan now lay atop him.
"Better?" He asked.
"Well, actually," she began, her baby blues sparkling with mischief, "I rather enjoyed our pervious position. What about you?"
"No complaints here." He rose up just a little to gently press his lips to hers. "What do you say, we go down stairs and get some. . . nourishment."
"How about we clean up first?" She came close to his ear, she hissed, "I’m feeling a little. . . dirty, right now."
Luis laughed a little before quickly flipping Sheridan onto her back. "Well, I think I can take care of that for you." His lips brushed hers as he spoke.
"Oh, I know you can."
With that, Sheridan captured Luis’ mouth in a heated kiss that left them both panting for more.
"Sheridan," Luis spoke huskily against her lips, "I want you again." He watched as she shivered under his intense gaze, the strong desire in his voice.
"And you shall have me. . ." She said, her nails slowly raking his back. "Just not here." Her eyes roamed toward the bathroom and Jacuzzi room. "See, I discovered some fun places today, while you were gone. And I would love nothing more than for you to. . . explore them with me."
A devious smirk played on Luis’ lips as he rose from Sheridan and the bed. He carefully picked her up and headed for the shower.
And so their journey began. . . .