A/N: The next in the eagerly-awaited Tango series. I have a weird desire to write 'and Cash' every time I type that word.
Scared
She was wearing a gauzy, flowing dress that ended just above her knees. Powder blue, a color that accentuated her soft skin and highlighted her red hair, which curled loosely around her shoulders. Her neckline plunged along the upper swell of her breasts. The bodice clung gently to her curves before spanning out at her hips. If she twirled for him, it would lift away and give him an eyeful of her upper thighs before it settled against her again.
He grunted softly before he could stop himself. She was… Oh, Christ, she was something else.
"Hey," she greeted, a small smile on her lips.
"God, you're stunning." He almost smacked his own forehead for groaning at her like a fool.
But she didn't blush or laugh nervously. Instead, her eyes roamed over the way his t-shirt molded to his chest. Her eyes lowered and she smiled when she saw his jeans and bare feet. It made her feel so at ease, knowing that he wasn't stressing about impressing her with fancy clothes. She wiggled her left sandaled foot. "Mind if I kick mine off too?"
"Not at all," he said, hoping to recover smoothly from his initial greeting. He opened the door for her all the way. She stepped to the side and toed her shoes off, automatically reaching from him to steady herself. He caught her arm and promptly hallucinated again.
Time stopped. The room vanished. He had his hands on her again. He already knew what that did to him. All that existed now was her.
And she knew it.
Her sandals were barely off before she turned into the anchor of his hold and reached up to him. His back hit the door as Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and picked up where they left off that afternoon against the oak tree.
They kissed each other savagely. There was no one to see them. And it wasn't their first kiss. And they were technically on a date. These rationalizations gave them enough cause to attack each other without the small voice reminding them that they just met.
"Jesus, Grace," Rigsby gasped raggedly as she nipped at his jawline. "Will I freak you out if I admit that I missed you?"
She giggled against him, running her hands along his sides. "It depends. Will I freak you out if I admit that I stared at your name and address all day?"
He chuckled and lowered his head. He tried so very hard to keep his hands in appropriate places, but they slid along her thighs, under that delicious dress she was wearing, and he purred at how gloriously soft her skin was.
"You need to tell me when to stop," he growled softly.
She touched the bridge of her nose to his lips and whispered, "How far will you go if I don't?"
"You'd soon find out," he growled deeper, making her gasp as his hands audaciously cupped her ass under her dress. His fingers met bare flesh, thongs being her panty preference, and he gritted his teeth and groaned. "Dammit, Grace. Tell me to stop."
It wasn't the first time Grace had been groped on a first date. It was, however, the first time she'd provoked it. Welcomed it. Didn't want it to stop under any circumstances.
Because Wayne wasn't groping her on a first date. He was reacquainting himself with something he'd lost long ago. He'd missed it so bad. Now he was mindless with pleasure to have it back again.
She knew this. Because she had lost it, too. And had missed it terribly. Now she was purring with happiness as his foreign, familiar hands gripped her tightly and ground their bodies together.
But first things first.
"Okay," she relented, shaking her head drunkenly. "Stop."
He released her instantly, nearly panting as he ripped his hands away, but keeping his face next to hers. "Thank you," he rasped softly.
"Don't" she whispered impishly, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I'm just hungry. That's all." She stepped back, giving him enough room and peel himself off of his front door.
She assumed a much more demure, first date posture, clasping her hands behind her back and dipping her chin shyly. Rigsby knew he was a dead man.
"Is there a dime tour?"
He nodded. "There's even a meal at the end."
He showed around the wonder the was post-grad accommodation. Small kitchen. Two bedrooms, one of which he'd turned into an office. Bathroom. Living room. Questions? Comments?
She shook her head smilingly. "I think I got it." She gestured to his space. "I like it. You keep a nice home."
"Thank you." He held his hand out to her. "Still hungry?"
"Duh."
He pulled her close. "I need to kiss you first. Is that okay?"
She smiled up at her own request thrown back at her. "I'm so glad you asked."
She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him softly. His arms went around her back and he silently ordered them to stay there. He pressed small, light pecks into her pouty lips, inhaling her scent and purring at its delectable combination of girly shampoo and light perfume.
She was so damn edible. How the hell had he managed to find this woman of the millions in this city alone? What were the odds against it?
He growled angrily at the question and chased it away by kissing her harder. Fuck the odds. For whatever reason, the little lightening storm currently in his arms had struck him. Him. Odds had no influence over events already played out.
Highly improbable had become certainty.
Grace was his.
The thought calmed him a little. "Lemme feed you." He swayed her a bit, hugging her tight.
"Kay," she answered, her willowy limbs flowing with his movement.
He pulled away and led her to the table. As she sat, he handed her the elegant spray of white and green. "These are for you."
Her eyes lifted in surprise and delight as she held them to her face. At first, he thought she was going to smell them and was a little annoyed at himself. Calla lilies didn't have much scent. He should have picked something more fragrant, after all. But she surprised him by rubbing her cheeks and nose along the large, singular petals, basking in their softness. She didn't inhale. She wanted their touch, not their scent. He'd never seen anyone do that before. His mouth went dry at the unexpectedly erotic sight.
She blew on the bells, watching them dance in the breeze, before she looked up at him in wonder. "Calla lilies and Bells of Ireland."
Still coiled tight with desire, he merely nodded.
She shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "How could you possibly have known?"
He had no answer, no more than he had when he bought them. He gave her the best he had. "They felt like you."
"Roses are typical," she observed as she ran her fingers over the beautiful curvature of the bells.
"Typical isn't you."
She lowered her face completely in the lilies and Rigsby got the impression she was hiding her pleasure at his words. "Thank you," she said. "They're beautiful."
He needed to get to the kitchen. Now. The spell was descending again. Her inescapable charm was roping him. Pulling him in. He needed to refocus and dinner was a convenient option. He turned towards the door, fully intent on spoiling her with excellent food, when a small hand shot out and grabbed his.
He turned.
Oh, no.
The spell. It was working itself deep in the hazel green eyes of his companion. She was already lost to it. She stood up, still holding his hand.
"Wayne?"
"Yes, baby." It was acknowledgement. Not a question. The spell leapt from her eyes and into his. It had him now. There was no fighting it.
"I…I want…" She cocked her head, her brow flickering with confusion. Where were her words? She couldn't seem to find them. She shrugged and exhaled softly. Then she'd ask without them. She stood up and took her dress by the hem and with one graceful sweep, pulled it up and off.
Her thong was dark blue. Aside from her pendant, it was all she wore.
Rigsby cursed raggedly and sucked a breath through his teeth.
Grace Van Pelt was flawless. He knew she would be. It shouldn't have shocked him like it did. But her skin was so smooth and glowing. Her hips were flared and achingly feminine. Her breasts were ample, well-shaped and so very enticing. Her legs were slim and shapely. Her shoulders. Her stomach. The very tips of her toes.
Perfection.
"I want." He didn't hear his own strangled echo of her words.
She slipped her arms around his neck and nestled into him. "Then take."
"Oh, fuck," he hissed frantically into her hair, his hands sliding up and down her back before gripping her ass and grinding her into his jeans. "I can't. Grace, I can't. You have to tell me to stop. Please, baby. I shouldn't…Jeee-sus…I have to go slow…You're too import—,"
"Let's make love, Wayne. Right now. Please?" She tugged his t-shirt up so she could press her breasts into the hard planes of his chest. She made a sweet, trilling noise as her stiff, aching nipples dragged against him. Pleasure bolted through both of them and they moaned in unison.
"Graaace." He tugged his t-shirt off as he pleaded with her. "You're too special, baby. I don't want you to think I'm trying to score or—,"
A slender finger pressed gently against his lips, silencing him. He made himself look down at the lovely creature in his arms. She smiled serenely. Her eyes stayed hungry.
"I know," she soothed. "And there's no reason to wait. I want you," she said simply. "I know you and I want you." Her smile grew slightly. "Is that okay?"
Rigsby's eyes rolled back and his hands used his distraction and shot to her breasts. She gasped and jerked into his touch as he worked their sweet softness with his palms and fingers.
"God help me," he muttered as he worked her willing body slowly. "Grace, please listen to me. I know it's crazy, but I love you. I don't want to scare you, but I do. I love you so much that I'm insane with it."
His words had the opposite effect of the one he'd expected. She didn't stiffen against him or pull away in surprise. Instead, she rubbed herself harder into his bare chest and cried out with pleasure.
"Yes," she cooed breathlessly. "Then show me. Please, Wayne. Show me?"
He gave a rough shout and gripped her shoulders. "I make love to you now, and you're mine. You hear me? Mine, Grace. You just met me today, but you'll belong to me. Is that what you want?"
His body roared at him to shut up and just feel the spine-melting way she was dry humping him, but part of him wanted to scare her a little. She had to understand. This wasn't a roll in the hay. This was the real deal. He was certain they were meant for each other. If she didn't feel the same way, then the dress had to go back on and they needed to sit down and eat. After he excused himself and jerked off like crazy in the bathroom, of course.
But her dexterous little fingers were already opening his fly. His last two precious barriers of clothes were under attack. He moaned loudly and didn't stop her. "Answer me, baby."
"Yes," the firmness in her voice shot straight to his heart. She abandoned his fly and reached up to cup his cheeks. She gave him her eyes. They were clear. "I want you, and not just right now. I want you for…" She bit her lips. "For everything."
That sealed it. Wayne lost control.
He yanked to her him and kissed her hard. She moaned with approval in his mouth, her fingers ripping at his pants once again.
Wayne was trying to work out how to move them to the bedroom without breaking contact when her warm hands found their destination and gripped him. Hard. He arched violently into her touch and suddenly the bedroom was Siberia.
"Fuuuuck," he hissed dangerously. "The condoms are in my room."
She hummed and kissed his chest and shook her head. "I'm clean." She looked up. "You?"
He nodded shakily. "Birth control?"
She nodded back. "The shot."
Well in that case…
Wayne picked her up, took two steps, and set her down on his table. His jeans and boxers were already bunched mid-thigh, so he kicked them down and off as Grace slipped her panties to the floor. He stood naked between her legs.
Christ, he could smell how wet she was. He slid a single finger between her open thighs and nearly howled with need. So fucking wet. Grace let out a throaty, sexy keen as she leaned back and pushed her hips into his finger.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered. "Please. Now. I need you now."
"I should taste you first." He wanted to go down on her. Very, very much. But he didn't think he could hold on. His cock was straining furiously towards the soaking heat of her pussy. He slipped his finger into her and finally let his howl loose.
"Holy shit," he gasped, pumping his finger inside her slowly. Grace fell back and sobbed with impatience as he marveled at the impossible tightness clenching his finger. His cock was in for an unforgettable fuck inside this girl. She felt almost too perfect. Soaking wet. Virgin tight. Inhumanly hot. His hips bucked forward.
The bedroom would have to wait.
"I just need a little," he promised her roughly. "Just a little, then I'll take you to bed, okay?"
She nodded hastily and he wasn't sure she was even listening. She just wanted what was coming. She didn't care where.
He palmed her knees and nudged gently as her entrance. Sweet, slippery desire met him as he carefully eased himself inside her. Grace whimpered and arched as he growled with feral ecstasy at the impossibly soft tightness that engulfed him.
He cradled her hips, moving slowly, until his sizeable cock disappeared completely into her beautiful body. When she embraced all of him, he held perfectly still as another certainty crashed into him. Not only did his mystery voice whisper it to him, but Grace's body told him the secret as well. He pulled her up into a sitting position, still buried deep inside her, cupped her face and kissed her gently. "How many times have you had sex before, sweetheart?"
She was writhing sweetly against him, her face contorted with amazed pleasure. "Twice."
"Two other boyfriends?"
"No," she clarified, stroking his chest pleadingly. "I've only had one boyfriend. I slept with him twice before we broke up."
Wayne rumbled darkly, the animalistic need to just start pounding away left him instantly. "Was he careful?"
She bit her lips, her eyes wide. "He tried to be."
"Grace, did you enjoy it?"
For the first time that night, she dropped her eyes from his. "No."
He exhaled raggedly and pulled her into a soft hug. "Baby," he murmured into her hair. "You should have said something to me."
He felt her head shake against his cheek as she planted kisses along his shoulder. "Please don't worry about hurting me, Wayne. I feel so different with you than I ever did with him. I want you so much." She pulled back and gazed at him in awe. "You're so big. I thought big was supposed to hurt more."
He nuzzled her face, still refusing to move. "So this doesn't hurt?"
She had limited leverage, but she pushed her hips against his in short, sexy little thrusts. "This feels like a tease." Her eyes begged him. "I want more."
He clenched his teeth together and withdrew slowly. Her eyes rolled up and she moaned, grabbing his hands and placing them over her aching breasts. "More," she insisted.
Wayne thrust back in while molding her breasts, hissing in agony as her pussy squeezed him tightly. "Who the hell are you?" he groaned as he began a steady pace, letting his generous length slide more fully in and out of her. "What are you doing to me?"
Grace cried out and locked her legs around his thighs as he stood at the table's edge. Her eyes were shut in ecstasy and her mouth fell open as he filled her up over and over.
"So good," she breathed out. "Not supposed to be this good. I don't know you. I don't know anything about you." Her opened her eyes and stared at him in wonder. "Why do we feel so perfect together?"
He groaned her name and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her off the table and up onto his waist.
One hand pressed against her ass to still her wriggling little hips that were so desperate to maintain their tempo.
He needed them to slow down. Too much was at stake.
"Stop. Shshsh, just stop," he whispered in her ear, holding her so that they lined up perfectly. Cheek to cheek, he nosed her ear through her wild hair. "Talk to me. Tell me what feels good. Tell me everything you want."
She shivered and pulled back to look at him. Nose to nose, she held him by his shoulders. She looked frightened by his request, her wide eyes scanning his as he continued to hold her to him, keeping their bodies still.
"You feel good," she said at least. "Everything about you feels good."
He gripped her ass and rotated her gently, his cock moving slightly inside of her. "This still doesn't hurt? You're incredibly tight, Grace. You need to tell me if it's too much." He brushed a reassuring kiss on her lips. "There are other ways, pretty baby. I can make you feel so good if this is uncomfortable."
She whimpered with fear and nearly strangled him as her grip became steely. "No!" she whispered. "Don't you dare stop." Her inner muscles squeezed him mercilessly in agreement.
He gasped and hugged her tighter. "I'm trying…to be gentle," he stuttered out as she continued to choke his dick in the most delicious way imaginable.
"You won't hurt me," she said, wriggling against him despite his hold on her. "Give me more."
He helplessly nodded. "I'll take you to bed first. Kay?"
"Kay."
He walked back to his room, kissing her the whole way. Her stranglehold on his neck and cock didn't loosen and it fried his brain with how good it felt. Instead of lowering her onto the mattress and having to pull out of her, he simply sat on the bed, keeping her in his lap. He scooted back slowly, his body still nestled deep in hers, until he laid back and she was on top of him.
She seemed startled to lose his lips and find herself perched on his supine form. "Wayne?"
He smiled up at her softly. "Ever ridden a man before, sweetheart?"
She lowered her head, her hair falling around her face. "No. He was on top both times."
Wayne bit his cheek and exhaled slowly. He needed to forget this asshole who hadn't treated her properly and just focus on making their sex as wonderful for her as it already was for him.
He continued to smile with encouragement. "Will you try it for me? You're so beautiful, baby. I want to watch you make love to me."
She nodded, still looking a bit shy. "You'll tell me if I'm doing something wrong?"
God, was she kidding? Every nerve in his body was ready to explode just from looking at her.
He stroked her thighs spread so gorgeously across his hips. Looking down, he growled at the sight of her folds stretched delicately around the base of his rigid cock. His hips responded to the sight and thrust up gently, filling her up with that last inch and fusing their hips completely together.
Her eyes fluttered and she moaned.
"Nothing you do is wrong, Grace. Move on me. Take what you want. Slow, fast, soft, hard. I promise you're already the most incredible fuck I've ever had."
She gasped at his use of the word 'fuck'.
She rose up and sank again slowly, watching his face, her pupils swelling as his body passively pleasured hers. "So we're fucking? Is that what this is?"
He heard her excitement. He nodded, massaging her hips in firm, circular strokes. "Yes, we're fucking. More precisely, you're fucking me." Her breathing hitched and he smirked. He rumbled low and gravelly, "Do you like fucking me, Grace?"
She came down harder and he groaned at the sensation. She arched, grinding and rolling her hips, bending him in a tight circle. "Yes," she whispered. "I love fucking you."
"Tell me," he encouraged through clenched teeth.
"I can't help myself," she said, working herself faster on top of him. "I want you so much. I've wanted this from the moment you said my name."
She was soaking him. Her wetness coated his cock, the whole of his balls, and most of his inner thighs. She was gushing, desperate for the luscious slide of his thick girth in her inexperienced pussy. She'd had no idea a man's presence in her body could feel like a completion instead of an uncomfortable assault. She was frantic to maintain it. She had no idea what his staying power was, but she couldn't stop thrusting onto him over and over, reveling in the slow burn that grew hotter with each push. Hopefully he could hold on. Now that she'd had him, she had every intention of fucking Wayne Rigsby until she drained him.
"Oh, God, baby. You're so damn lovely. I love you so goddamn much," he babbled hotly as he watched his young girlfriend fuck him with increasing fervor. It was mesmerizing. Her breasts bounced heavily. Her hands cupped and stroked him until they settled over his on her hips. Her breathing grew heavier until she was panting and gasping and riding him at a punishing gallop.
"Don't come," she moaned pleadingly. "I love this. I love you. Don't come yet, Wayne. God, I could ride you all night."
I love you. He heard it. Rigsby hissed and bucked up instinctively, despite his resolution to stay still and let her set the pace. Her eyes shot wide and she cried out. "Yes! Oh, God. Do that again."
He drove up again and she nearly screamed with euphoria. "More," she begged. "Fuck me like I'm fucking you." She swooped down and kissed him passionately. She whispered something that snapped his control. "Love me like I'm loving you."
He roared, gripping her hips and ramming deep. Grace sobbed in delight and timed her thrusts to meet his.
They collided over and over. Their gasps and cries vibrated in the air. Grace came hard, screaming his name and losing her mind to the pounding sweetness of her new lover.
He came harder, roaring and shuddering as his soul transferred to its new owner.
Grace felt faint as pleasure pulsed hard through her body. Her muscles failed her and she fell gasping onto his chest. His cock was still twitching inside her. She shivered with satisfaction as she felt his semen spill hotly, the man himself groaning and muttering deliriously. She held him tightly, afraid to let go.
He hugged her back, cradling her to him and rocking softly, side to side. "Oh, Grace," he crooned, kissing the top of her head. "You're incredible."
"Wayne, I'm scared," she sighed against him. "I'm scared of what's happening between us."
He continued to rock her and make deep, rumbling purrs as they slowly came down from their highs. He couldn't stop kissing the crown of her head. The softness and scent of her hair were getting him drunk. He didn't tense at her words. Instead he nodded. "I know, baby. I don't know what to make of it, either."
She lifted her head to gaze at him. She looked every bit as intoxicated as he felt. "You love me?"
He nodded again, his eyes unapologetic.
"And I love you," she said in confusion. She shook her head with incomprehension and kissed his chin. "And we've made love."
She inched forward and gripped him anxiously. "I'm so scared, baby, because now I'm going to need you like crazy and I just met you a few hours ago."
He smiled sleepily. "I know. And I agree it's scary, but I'm not scared." He cupped her face, thumbing her cheekbones. "I have you. And you have me. We'll work the rest out as we go along. Kay?"
She gave him a weak smile. "Kay."
"You still hungry?"
"Duh."
He chuckled. "Want some ice cream?"
"Mmmmm," she purred. "I love ice cream."
He kissed her smiling lips and whispered, "I know."