Strangers & Sinners
Part Thirteen
by sarAdora
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Nick loved her. Parting her thighs, he pushed into her lushness, filling her. Holding her by the hips, he prevented her from moving while he leaned over her, his body momentarily stilled. He wanted to savor the feel of her inner walls surrounding his engorged penis. It was sheer ecstasy. His large hands cupped her shoulders as his mouth captured hers. Gently, his tongue pushed between her lips, tasting her sweetness, and thrusting in and out of her mouth. Soon, his hips did the same between her thighs. He filled her, retreated, and filled her again.

Again, he lost himself in her soft, sweet body, was lost in the sensations he felt at being buried deep within her. Deep down, he acknowledged that he was also lost in the certainty that he needed her, this beautiful tiger kitten, this stranger he had brought home.

Afterward, he cradled her to his chest, his physical release in her body secondary to his mental health. The thought that she almost left bothered him no end. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay - at least until forever - or until he figured this whole thing out - whichever came first.

Sophie purred a soft animal purr that filled his senses. "You *are* a tiger kitten, he murmured, cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb across the silky skin under her eye. "You okay, little one?" he asked gently. "Did I hurt you? Are you sore?"

"Mmmm," she murmured, snuggling into his chest, loving the feel of his arms around her, the blissful feeling of utter peace after an intense orgasm.

Nick chuckled. She didn't have to say anything. He knew she was happy where she was, in his arms.

Sunday
December 17
That's where she was when she woke the next morning - in his arms. Sophie turned within his embrace and kissed his chest, rubbed her lips down his torso and teased the curly bush at his groin. My turn,  she smiled, her touch awakening the heavy organ between his thighs.

Nick kept his eyes closed, his senses heightened as he concentrated on her ministrations. Her touch was light, teasing, and his cock sprang to attention in seconds, making her laugh softly. He shivered when he felt her lips nibble and rub against the underside of the saluting member and knew he wouldn't be able to suppress his groans much longer. She knew how to please him.

Of course, she does,  his conscience nagged. She's a hooker, remember?

Not a hooker, can't be,  he protested.

And your astute reasoning for this theory is based on... what?  The voice sneered.

I just know,  he insisted as his mind wandered, all energy along with his blood stream, concentrated between his thighs.

She drained him. She licked, sucked and nibbled at his flesh as if he were a delicacy custom-made just for her delectation. She marveled at his size, his strength, and the sheer mass of his organ and balls. She couldn't believe he fit inside her but was so very glad he did. He made her feel good. She wanted to return that pleasure so she caressed him, loved him, and swallowed his seed.

He makes you forget yourself,  her head voice slipped the thought in while she rubbed her hand across her mouth, and tried to catch her breath.

Not now!

Now's as good a time as any,  it said. Now's the best time. Now's the time when you lose yourself in him, when you forget who you are, when you think your world is what he makes it. You're a sinner, Anna Sophia Bergdorf.

Her eyes filled and when Nick pulled her up to his chest, he felt them. He turned them on their sides and kissed her tears away.

"Tell me why you're crying, Kitten," he said softly.

"Not crying," she whispered, turning her head to kiss his palm.

"Your eyes just filled and you don't know why?" he persisted, his voice still soft, his hands gentle as he stroked her back with one hand, and cupped her cheek with the other.

"I don't know why," she insisted, cupping his face with both hands, her tiger eyes looking deeply into his chocolate brown ones. "Will you love me again this morning?" she asked, a catch in her voice.

"Yes," he said simply. "I will."

And he did. His mouth was gentle where it touched her flesh, his lips rubbing lightly against her breasts, his tongue a whispered brush teasing her nipples. His arms surrounded her in a loose embrace before his hands finally moved over her. Slowly, he rubbed his palms across her satiny skin as his fingers traced and retraced her willing body. When he parted her thighs and entered her, she was wet, slick from her juices, and welcoming.

He felt the tightness in her core - swollen slightly from their nonstop lovemaking and moved in and out of her with slow, smooth thrusts. He lifted her hips to increase the friction of his pubic hair against her clit, hoping to give her the same pleasure he felt inside her, hoping he wasn't hurting her.

Do you really care, *Sergei?*

Yes,  he admitted. I hardly know this sweet stranger but I know her body and I know I care.

He left her in bed while he filled the bathtub and stacked a few large towels on a stool near by. When it was full, he gathered her into his arms and stepped into it, placing her between his outstretched thighs. The warm water was soothing and he relaxed against the back of the tub, holding Sophie in his embrace. The water eased the muscles that had been well used since Sergei brought the little tiger kitten home. It made him feel good.

It made Sophie feel even better. She was sore, feeling tenderness between her thighs, and knew her flesh was swollen.

That's what happens when you act like a slut,  her conscience said.

That's what happens when a woman can't get enough of a man,  she retorted, deciding she wasn't a slut, but a woman in lust. Nothing wrong with that,  she added. It's a healthy thing to be in lust.

Her conscience snorted.

He dried her with a gentle hand, his mouth following, kissing her body everywhere. When he reached between her thighs, she gasped and he stopped drying her.

Taking her into the bedroom, he lay her on the bed and parted her thighs.

"No, Sergei," she protested, bringing her legs back together.

"No?" He gently pulled them apart. "Let me see."

"No, don't look."

He laughed softly. "I'm going to look, Kitten. I have to look."

"Why?"

"Because I want to," he replied with a tender smile, lifting her slightly, and gently kissing her labia. "And because I can."

He held her hips off the bed, resting his weight on his elbows and dropped kisses on her sore and tender flesh. Just as she relaxed, he licked her and she tensed her muscles.

"Easy Tiger, I'm not going to hurt you. Let me lick this soreness away. I'll make you feel better," he promised.

She did feel better. His hot tongue was a soothing balm, his lips a gentle massage as he rubbed them over her, his mouth easing her soreness, and making her pleasure build. He licked, he kissed and Sophie soared to a different plane - a slave to his mouth - his touch all that mattered.

Nick looked at her in orgasm and thought she was magnificent with her head thrown back, her silky hair framing her face, and her lips slightly parted. He loved the soft purrs she made as her body tensed, then relaxed in physical release. Even more, he loved the scent of her pleasure and the sweet/tart taste of her. He had known her such a short time, but already he knew - he wanted her in his life - no matter what she did - no matter what she was.

Later, he brought breakfast to the bedroom, a tray piled high with eggs and rye toast and hash browned potatoes. There was butter and strawberry jam, orange juice and a pot of freshly brewed coffee. A large plate, covered by a blueberry danish and still hot from the microwave oven, added to the delicious aromas.

Sophie's stomach growled. Nick laughed and sat beside her on the bed, the tray in his lap.

"Eat up, Anastasia. You're going to need your strength," he said, a grin tugging at his mouth.

She sat facing him, her legs crossed, the sheet covering the lower half of her body, her concession to modesty. She couldn't believe she was going to eat a meal while it was hot and peeked at him from under her lashes. He knew what she was thinking and chuckled softly. "Eat up, Anastasia... while it's hot."

She did. She stuffed herself on everything and when she thought she couldn't eat another bite, he cut the extra large danish into several pieces. Still suspicious, Sophie eyed him when she picked up a piece.

"Good?" he asked, smiling at her, amazed that she ate almost as much as he did.

"Uh-huh," she mumbled, taking another piece.

"Where do you put it, Tiger? I don't think you weigh 100 pounds."

"One hundred and eight pounds," she announced.

"Don't believe it." Eyeing her up and down, the AD glared at her. "Tell me the truth."

"I did tell you the truth," she laughed. "I weigh 108 pounds."

He leaned forward and put his hands under the mass of hair that rested on her shoulders. "That's good for about two pounds. The meal you just ate is probably worth 3 pounds," he chuckled. "Okay, I'll guess you're roughly 102 pounds."

"You don't know everything, Mr. Assistant Derelict," she said with exasperation.

"I know this," he said removing the tray, and placing it on the floor beside the bed. "I know I'm going to make love to you."

"Again?"

"Was that a complaint?" he asked, pulling her into his arms, tilting her chin up, kissing her mouth.

"Not from me," she murmured, kissing him back.

They spent a leisurely day together, snug in the warm condominium and snug in each other's arms. They watched TV, talked about what they liked and didn't like, favorite books, and hobbies. Nick even shared pieces of his childhood, a subject he hadn't touched since he and his former wife were first married. They snacked a little here and there and nibbled on each other.

"What's your favorite color, Sergei?" she asked, knowing he'd snort at her for such an inane question.

"You," he murmured, cupping her face and looking into her tiger-eyes.

"What's your favorite taste?" she whispered, caught by the hunger in his dark brown ones.

"You," he whispered, his deep baritone washing over her, bending her to his will.

"I want you, Anastasia." He pulled her beneath him, covering her, and nudged a knee between her thighs. His hunger for her was undeniable. It was like the evening tide as it consumed every thing in its path, gentle but persistent, a force he couldn't control.

"I'm going to love you, again, Tiger. I'm going to..."

The chirping of his cell phone stilled his movements. It hadn't rung all weekend and for a moment, he felt as if he had been exposed.

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