by Anna Durand
"Twice today I've surprised you," I said. "Swear I'm not stalking you or anything."
"I know that." She got up and stretched her entire body, making her tits jut out again. "I decided to do yoga to relax, but it wasn't really working anyway."
Somehow, I managed to get up without looking like a clumsy dweeb. "Are you still anxious about being around all the naturists?"
"No, it's not that. I mean, I still feel a little weird about it, but everybody's so nice here." She sat on the edge of the bed. "They're like a big, extended family."
"Yeah, we get the same people coming back every year." I settled onto the bed beside her, leaving a couple feet of space between us. "Some people come back several times a year."
"I can see why. It's beautiful here."
"You haven't seen the hot spring yet. It's amazing."
Mara caught her lip between her teeth and aimed those incredible jade eyes at me. "Would you show me?"
"Now?"
She nodded, still biting her lip.
I wanted to take that lip between my teeth and suck on it. Since I wouldn't tell her that, I said, "Sure. I can be your nature guide."
What the hell was I saying? I'd come here to show her the other thing I rocked at, but instead of seducing her, I was offering to be her tour guide.
"Maybe we could take the hike later," I said, leaning in closer. "I have something I want to show you first."
"What is it?"
I cupped her face in one hand, slanting in even more, brushing my lips over hers. "I want to make love to you, Mara."
Her breathing had become shaky, her eyes big and luminous. "You don't want to have sex with me, Ollie. I...get inappropriately excited about it."
I almost laughed but swallowed it. The look on her face convinced me she wasn't joking.
"Who told you that?" I asked, caressing her cheek with my thumb.
"My---my ex." She squeezed her eyes shut, scrunching up her face. "He said I need to temper my carnal urges because no man of good breeding wants a wife who gets too excited. Sex is for men, not for women. It's our marital duty."
"Why the fuck would he tell you that? Your ex sounds like an asshole."
"I'm sure my mom would agree with him if she knew about that part of my life. She very into what's proper, what society would approve of, stuff like that."
"No offense, but your mom sounds like an asshole too."
"She's not that bad, really. But my family, especially my mom, cares a lot about what's proper and what the rest of our peers think."
"Peers? Do you mean, like, royalty?"
"No." She opened her eyes to gaze into mine. "You're very sexy, Ollie, and I'd really like to be with you, but I couldn't stand it if you were disgusted with me."
"I won't be. But maybe we should talk a little first, so you'll feel more comfortable. I kind of sprang this on you." I pulled my hand away. "Or we could wait until later, or not do it at all. Your choice."
"Let's talk."
And then have sex, I hoped. Her family sounded pretty damn awful to me, but then, I came from a home where my mom and dad hugged us every morning and said, "Have a good day at school, sweetie, I love you." I would've bet good money that Mara's family didn't even shake hands without slathering on sanitizing gel first.
Maybe that explained why Mara had gotten so uptight.
"What did you mean when you said 'peers'?" I asked.
She bowed her head, gripping the mattress like it might fly up into the sky at any second. "My parents are wealthy. They circulate among the most prestigious social circles, they never say or do anything inappropriate, and they only kiss on the cheek in public. I've only seen them kiss on the lips three times in my entire life."
"But you love to kiss, don't you? And you're really good at it."
Her head came up, and those beautiful eyes focused on me again. "You think so? I do like it, a lot. I loved kissing you." She winced, then sighed. "And that's another thing that's not proper."
"Kissing me? Or liking it?"
"Both." She made a noise that was part growl, part whine, and covered her face with her hands. "I'm so sick of being proper."
"Then don't do it anymore."
She dropped her hands to her thighs, slumping her shoulders. "I'm already the family screw-up, so it probably doesn't matter what I do. Might as well go crazy, right?"
"I'm all for going crazy in moderation."
Mara stared at me like I'd gone totally insane. But when I winked and smiled, she seemed to get the idea I'd been kidding. Nobody went insane moderately. They went all the way or not at all. Or at least that's what I thought. I didn't have any experience with lunatics.
She almost smiled at my dumb joke, but the expression crumbled quickly.
"You're not a screw-up," I said. "Everybody makes mistakes. Even the uptight jerks who claim they never mess up."
"You don't get it." She made that noise again and flopped back onto the bed. "I can't even speak Japanese."
Okay, that was one thing I'd never heard on somebody's list of ways they'd screwed up.
I braced one hand on the bed beside her and leaned into it, gazing down at her face. "If that's the yardstick for being a screw-up, I'm just as bad as you are. I can't speak Japanese either."
"But nobody expects you to." She moaned pitifully, rolling her head side to side. "My mom is super proud of our Japanese heritage. So is my grandmother. My dad is half Dutch, half Welsh, but he doesn't expect me to speak Dutch or Welsh. My mom is so humiliated that I couldn't learn Japanese, even after years of lessons. I suck at it."
"It's a really hard language, huh?"
She moaned again, even more pitifully. "My mom learned it when she was a little girl. She's never been to Japan, doesn't know anybody in Japan, and the Kanda family has been American since my great-great-whatever grandparents moved here in eighteen eighty-three. But learning the language is like a badge of honor in our family." She pounded her fists on the bed. "And I can't speak Japanese."
"I won't hold that against you. I mean, I flunked out of high school Spanish and had to repeat it in summer school. Even then, I had to pay a girl in my class to tutor me so I could squeak by with a C minus."
"Are your parents Spanish? Do they think not speaking the language is shameful?"
"No, I can't say they do. And my family's part Scottish, part Italian, part French. That means we love plaid, we curse and spit at everybody, and we make awesome bread."
Her lips twitched like she might smile any second. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up. I'm sorry I went off on a rant about my family."
"Don't worry about it. Seemed like you really needed to get all that off your chest." I looked down at her chest, at those sexy tits barely hidden inside her tank top. "And I'd be happy to help you out by getting that shirt off your chest too."
She laughed, the sound completely feminine and melodic, like tiny bells tinkling.
First, I talked to my dick. Now, I was thinking about tinkling bells. Time to get off that track before my balls derailed for good and I turned into a girl.
It was also way past time I told her the truth about me.
"So," I began, in a not-at-all lame way, "are you really cool with the nudity? You can handle seeing more people in the buff?"
"Yes, I can handle it. You don't have to worry about me shrieking and fainting in your arms again." She crossed her heart with one finger. "Promise."
"Hey, I didn't mind the fainting in my arms part. But if you're really sure, there's something I need to tell you. Or maybe I should just show you."
"I'd love to see whatever it is you want to show me. I trust you, Ollie."
"You've known me for barely more than a day."
"Doesn't matter. I trust you."
"Well, uh..." I straightened, scratching the back of my head. "I kind of---Well, I didn't quite lie to you, but I wasn't completely upfront about something."
Mara sa
t up too, hitting me with a sweet smile. "Considering how much I freaked out when I first got here, I don't blame you for holding back anything."
"You really are the nicest girl I've ever met." I let my gaze travel down her body and back up again. "And the hottest girl I've ever met."
She waved her hands in a come-on gesture. "Tell me whatever it is. Or show me. Whichever."
"Okay." I got up and took off my shirt, trying not to smirk when her eyes widened and she bit her lip. When I ditched my pants and stood naked in front of her, I spread my arms wide. "I'm a naturist, Mara."
Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, and her gaze seemed to have stalled slightly south of my hips. "Oh. I see. No underwear? Whew, I really see."
"And you're okay with it?"
She nodded her head so vigorously her ponytail flopped around. "Absolutely."
I was so relieved my shoulders sagged.
Her tongue darted out again, and she looked up at me with her lips curled into the sexiest little smile I'd ever seen. "Can we get it on now?"
Chapter Nine
Mara
Ollie naked. Wow, wow, wow, he was hot. Maybe he didn't have an outrageously ripped physique all the movie stars did these days, but Ollie Jackson had more sex appeal than any of them. His chest offered enough muscles to make me want to run my fingertips over every single one of them, followed by my tongue. I wanted to taste his skin. Run my hands over those biceps, where they bulged a touch, enough to offer visual proof of how strong he'd be in bed. Strong and agile. A man who did yoga? Damn, that was the hottest thing ever---and he'd know all the best moves, the ones that required dexterity and agility. And those thighs. Powerful, but not overdone. I wanted to feel every sinew flexing while he thrust into me.
But I could not overlook the most incredible part of him.
His dick hung semi-hard, the shaft thick and long and sleek. No one would ever guess, seeing him with his clothes on, that he concealed one impressive package down there. The crown was reddening, the length swelling and rising.
"Your turn," Ollie said.
Sometimes, when a man wanted to have sex, I got embarrassed about undressing. Worried about what they'd think of my body. Not with Ollie. He'd already seen me au naturel, but even if he hadn't, I would never feel shame with him. He was sweet and sexy, strong and tender, all the best combinations of everything.
I stood and pulled my tank top off over my head, then stripped off my bra. Cool air teased my naked skin, but the way my nipples hardened had less to do with the air temperature than the gorgeous man standing proudly nude in front of me. I shimmied out of my yoga pants, dragging my panties down with them.
Ollie ran a hand over his mouth. "Mara, you're so damn beautiful."
"Thank you." I moved closer, splaying my palms on his chest. "You're the hottest man I've ever seen."
He slung an arm around my waist, tugging me into his body, his erection caught between us. "Time to show you the second thing I rock at."
"What's the first thing?"
"My tech skills."
I skated my palms across his chest in slow circles. "Wow. Hot and smart. I'm impressed."
"Wait till you see the second thing." He cradled my face in one hand and kissed me, slowly, deeply, with such erotic skill that I moaned. His eyes were hooded when he murmured in a sexy rumble, "Actually, it's more of a sensory experience than a visual one. An immersive sensory experience."
A tingle raced over my skin, and I couldn't breathe. The thought of having sex with Ollie got me more excited than I'd ever been before.
He ducked around me to pull the covers off the bed, then picked me up and laid me down on the soft mattress and the silky sheet.
I spread my fingers over the fabric, loving the smooth texture of it. "These sheets feel so good on my skin."
"You feel so good on my skin." Ollie grabbed his pants off the floor and dug a condom out of the pocket. He tossed it onto the table. "Can't wait till I'm inside you."
"Please, Ollie, hurry."
He straddled my body, his face hovering over mine.
A shimmering, sensual heat rippled through me, fanning out through my entire body like delicate waves on a sun-warmed pond.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," he said, inching backward on all fours. "Can't wait anymore. Gotta eat you up."
He kept backing away until his head was above my hips, then he eased my thighs apart with one hand. When he lay down with his face inches above my mound, I sucked in a breath, knowing what he planned to do and craving it with a need so intense it made me a little lightheaded. He took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bedside table. I gripped my pillow with both hands, suddenly breathing hard, almost panting. Ollie smiled with a hunger that stole my breath as he lifted my legs to rest my knees on his shoulders.
The second his tongue touched my flesh, I gasped and jerked.
He nuzzled the hairs on my mound, darted his tongue out to tease my skin, and kept his gaze on mine the whole time. I clenched my pillow harder, my fingers punching into it. He thrust his tongue between my folds and circled it around my taut nub, his tongue so agile it encircled my clit, wrapping around it again and again, the silken warmth of it driving me wild.
"Oh, Ollie," I moaned.
"Call me Oliver."
"I thought...oh...you didn't like that."
"Now I do, while I'm feasting on you. I want to hear my full name when you come. Please do this for me."
"I will, Oliver."
He shoved his head as far between my thighs as possible and devoured me. His tongue lapped and swirled, his breaths blustered over my flesh, and his teeth scraped and nipped at me. I writhed wildly, panting and gasping and crying out, not giving a damn if anyone heard me. The pleasure mounted inside my body, a rigid coil winding tighter and tighter until my back bowed into the mattress and my head came up off the pillow. My knees drew up too, and I clutched his head while it bobbed as he tormented me with more and more demanding strokes of his tongue.
But when he stopped, I almost screamed---in frustration.
I gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so I could see his eyes. "What are you doing? Don't stop. Make me come, dammit."
He chuckled. "You're so cute when you're sexually frustrated."
"Will you do it if I beg? Please, Oliver, please." It came out more throaty than pleading, but considering the way his eyes narrowed and he licked his lips, I didn't think he cared.
He drew in a ragged breath. "Fuck, that's so hot. Hearing you say my name that way."
"Oliver," I purred, letting go of his hair. "Make me come, please. Then I'll return the favor."
I swore his pupils blew right as I watched. His eyes became dark, shimmering pools of carnal need.
He pulled my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it.
And I came, just like that. My fingers clenched his hair again, my entire body caved in, and the cry that exploded out of me echoed off the walls. The pleasure ripped through me in waves so powerful I lost my voice and my breath. He kept licking, kept tormenting me with the most wonderful blend of ecstasy and pain I'd ever experienced. My muscles spasmed with such intensity that I was sure I'd be sore later from the strength of this one unbelievable climax.
When it finally subsided, I collapsed onto the bed. "Oh. Wow. God. You weren't kidding. You absolutely do rock the sex."
"Glad you're satisfied." He sat back on his heels, kneeling near my feet. "But that was only phase one."
"Wait a minute so I can catch my breath and then it's my turn. I want to feast on you."
"Later. I'm on a mission right now."
I stretched my arms above my head, dancing my fingertips along the top of the headboard. "What mission is that?"
"To fuck you so long and so good that you'll never want to be with anyone else."
"Oh yes, please do that."
He rose onto hands and knees, craw
ling up my body, his expression one of pure hunger and determination. He wanted me that badly. I wanted him just as much, maybe more, so much that my pulse raced and my breaths came fast and short.
Growling softly, he skimmed a hand over my belly and up between my breasts, his fingers grazing them, setting off a flurry of excitement that tingled over my skin and made my clit pulsate. My skin grew so sensitized to his touch that I choked back a whimper, every brush of his fingers a beautiful torment. No one had ever touched me the way he did or made me feel the way he did. I'd known him for such a short time, yet I couldn't deny that I felt more comfortable with him than I ever had with anyone else.
Sex with a virtual stranger? Never, not me.
Except today. With him.
He dipped his fingers into his mouth one by one, moistening their tips until they glistened. When he swirled his damp fingertips around my nipple, not touching it, I wanted him so much I almost whimpered again. He circled his forefinger around and around, moving ever closer to my rigid peak, his focus intently on the task, until at last he brushed that finger over my nipple.
I gasped, my back arching.
"You like that," he murmured, his gaze shifting to my face. "You want me to take this"---he raked his thumb across my nipple---"into my mouth and make you squirm because it feels so damn good."
"Unh. Yes. Please."
He laved the peak with his hot tongue, leaving it aching and moist, the air chilling my skin, the sensation even more arousing. "You taste incredible, from your lips and your skin to your cream."
I could manage nothing more useful than a desperate grunt, since he'd latched his mouth onto my nipple again, suckling and swiping his tongue over it, nipping gently, all the while cupping my other breast in his hand. He massaged it and flicked his thumb over the peak, back and forth, on and on.
"Oh God, Oliver," I moaned. My voice grew strained and more desperate while his hand and mouth drove me to the edge of bliss. "Yes, oh God, yes, Oliver, I'm about to---"
He removed his hand from my breast and pulled his mouth away from the other one. A sexy smirk tightened his mouth. "Not yet, Mara."
I writhed, fisting my hands in my pillow, the pain of not quite coming so frustrating and yet so electrifying. "I can't take any more, please. Fuck me, Oliver."
