by M T Stone
I pivot on my knee and guide her onto the blanket, positioning her squarely in front of the roaring fire. My internal temperature is definitely rivaling those flames at this point. “You need to get rid of those shorts,” she whispers, tugging at them. “I want to feel you.” She doesn’t have to ask twice. Within a second, I have them off and fling them to the corner of the room. “That’s better,” she moans, reaching for my cock that has been straining for the last five minutes. Her soft, warm hand is a welcome change as she begins to stroke me. “At least now I see what all the fuss is about,” she says, giving me a playful grin.
“You’re about to experience what all the fuss is about,” I whisper against her cheek as I pull back from her and kiss my way down her chest, then her abdomen, stopping just short of her overheated pussy. I move back up a few inches, teasing her belly button with my tongue before kissing all along her bikini line. My fingers are once again sliding between her drenched lips while I continue to tease her with my lips and tongue.
“You’re driving me crazy.” She squirms, grabbing the hair on the back of my head in an attempt to push me lower. If this is driving her crazy, I can’t wait to see how she handles the rest of the evening. I move slowly and deliberately lower, savoring her soft skin every inch of the way down. I push my middle finger inside her at precisely the same time that the tip of my tongue reaches her clit. “Oh, God!” she cries out as I begin massaging her G-spot in rhythm with my tongue. I catch a glimpse of her breasts heaving against the glow of the fire as her hips writhe beneath me. For years, I dreamed of being between these legs, and I’m going to take my sweet time and do it right.
Kayla
Part of me is terrified that Blake Taylor is going down on me. The other part of me is enjoying every second of the experience. Listening to office and online gossip for the past decade has tested my patience. I’ve known him since before most of those girls were even born. If anyone deserves to land him, it’s me. I’ve thought about this night dozens of times, and I have a few surprises for him as well. Oh, fuck, he’s good at this. His tongue is literally up inside me. That feels amazing.
“That’s incredible,” I murmur, not wanting him to change a thing. He is a magician with that tongue. No one has ever eaten me out this way, so I want it to last as long as possible. Forever would be just fine. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and once again, I feel his finger inside me, stimulating that special spot that hasn’t seen nearly enough action over the years. Most of the men I’ve dated might have hit it occasionally by accident, but for Blake, it seems to be a main focus. He is making me feel things that I’ve never even thought of feeling, never even known that it was possible to feel . . . oh, God. He pins my legs back, and now his tongue is exploring uncharted territory where I wouldn’t have expected him. A moment of insecurity quickly transforms into another wave of intense pleasure, followed by a brief respite and another even more intense wave. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
That tongue of his is like a sexual weapon. Just when I think I’m going to get a small respite, he is gliding it back up my slit and once again attacking my over-sensitized clit. My mind is reeling and my legs shake uncontrollably against the grip of his strong hands. The pleasure that has been coursing through my body is reaching a turning point and I can tell that something has to give. I arch my back, pushing the back of my head into the soft blanket, but Blake doesn’t give me an inch. He’s determined to drive me over the edge and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. “Oh, fuck,” are the only words that spring from my lips as I move past the current state of rapture and into oblivion. A series of noises escapes my lips as wave after wave of pleasure flows outward from the center of my body. I can’t believe I’ve gone so many years without experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm like this.
“That was amazing,” Blake says, finally sliding back up my body with a devilish grin on his face. He wipes my juices from his face and kisses my neck. The plan had been to flip him onto his back so I could have my way with him, but that’s not going to happen in my current state. I’m still trying to catch my breath when I feel the girth of his swollen head resting against my already ravaged bottom. God help me.
Chapter 6
Blake
No words can accurately describe the feelings that are flowing through me as I make love to the woman of my dreams. All the things that I’ve always dreamed of doing for her are now playing out in real time. Our bodies are hot from the combination of the roaring fire and the intensity of the passion between us. My body glides easily over her skin due to the small droplets of sweat that are escaping from my pores. I run my lips along her neck, loving the taste of her skin against my tongue. I want to ravage her in every way possible.
“I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember,” I whisper, pushing the head of my cock into her. I know we should have talked about birth control, STD testing, and all those technicalities that I constantly dwell upon, but I know I can trust her. If she isn’t protected, she will let me know. If there is anyone I can count on in this world, it’s Kayla.
I glance down, suddenly wondering if I’ve somehow managed to find my way into the wrong opening. The tip is barely inside her and it’s meeting with snug resistance. “You’re okay,” she gasps. “Just push through. I’ve never been with anyone so big.”
A smile crosses my lips as I think about what an experience this is going to be for her. I suck the soft flesh of her neck between my lips and push through the resistance just as she asked. A loud cry is forced from her lips as I feel her juices gush over my rock-hard cock. It’s now moving more freely, so I continue deeper until I’m completely buried within her. I grip her tightly and hold the position as she continues to gasp and shudder. I struggle momentarily just to keep everything under control. The sensations running through my body are intense, and honestly, a bit overwhelming. For the first time in my entire life, I feel as if I’ve found home. This is where I truly belong.
She suddenly turns her head toward me, places her hand on my cheek, and kisses me hard. The hunger in her lips is an immediate confirmation that she is every bit as overwhelmed as me. Our lips devour one another, insatiably, unable to get enough. I begin to slowly move inside her, flexing my hips and causing moans to vibrate against my lips. I love everything about her—the taste of her lips, the heat radiating from her body, and especially the way we fit together. It’s as if we are two perfectly matched bodies who were made to be together. I break away from her kiss and move back to her neck, sucking her sensitive flesh back between my lips. Cries escape her lips as I begin to thrust more aggressively. I feel a surge of testosterone within me as I give her the full, deep strokes that I’ve always wanted to share with her. Even though this is far from the first time that I’ve had great sex, it’s definitely the first time I’ve truly made love. The passion, the intensity, and the raw emotions running through me burn with a fire that I’ve never known. I’m not thinking about what to do next, which position to try, or any of that bullshit. My focus is one hundred percent on making passionate love to the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, my soulmate, my Kayla.
The evening seems eternal, almost like time doesn’t exist or even matter. All that matters is that our bodies are energizing one another, stimulating one another, and she is literally blowing my mind. After taking her through another mind-bending orgasm, I join her. I plow deep into her, thrusting my seed as deeply as possible within her. It’s as if my body is claiming hers after all these years. It doesn’t matter who she has been with or what she has done in the past. From this moment on, she is mine.
“Oh, my God, Blake . . .” She stops in mid-sentence and gives me a blank stare. She fumbles for my lips and once again kisses me with the intensity of the first. I pull the blanket over us and settle into the kiss. We can’t stop kissing each other and my hands can’t stop exploring the curves of her body. It’s as if we are completely obsessed with one another and neither of us can get enough. She doesn’t s
ay a word about what just happened between us. She simply showers me with constant kisses and genuine smiles. My mind briefly flashes back to all the time we spent together not having sex. I can’t help but chuckle. “What’s so funny?” she asks, pulling back and propping up on an elbow.
“I can’t believe it took us twenty-three years to do that,” I reply in utter amazement. “The first time you were out here was my twelfth birthday.” I shake my head, not able to reconcile the fact that we have denied one another for so many years.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, grabbing my chin and looking straight into my eyes. “That’s all in the past.” She claims my lips, softly this time, with light, sensual kisses. The look of adoration in her eyes is incredible. It’s like we are finally seeing each other for the first time, both realizing just how special we are to one another and how amazing we are together. We are definitely soulmates, and we fit together like a hand in a custom-made Italian leather glove. I can already feel my dick getting hard again.
Kayla
After completely rocking my world, Blake continues to massage my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. I’m simply enjoying a state of extended bliss that I’ve never known while savoring the feel of his strong hands against my skin. The golden flicker of the fire only adds to the romance. Blake looks even more handsome than usual in this light.
“I worked up a thirst,” he says, breaking the silence. He leans back and grabs both glasses of champagne, handing one to me. “Here’s to an incredible night.” He gives me his most disarming boyish smirk.
“That was absolutely incredible,” I sigh, tipping the glass to my lips and taking a long drink. “I can’t believe I’ve never experienced that until now. I think I had three orgasms.”
“They usually show up in pairs, sometimes more if you’re lucky.” He gives me a kiss.
“You do that for women all the time, don’t you?” I ask, suddenly realizing that it’s nothing special for him.
“I have given my fair share of women their first orgasm,” he admits with a sheepish look. “But here, tonight, was the very first time I ever made love. This was not just sex—it was almost spiritual. It felt like my heart was going to burst.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling floods through my veins hearing his words. Intuitively, I knew that what we experienced was more than just physical. The years of tension that had been building between us had laid the foundation. The anguish of watching the revolving door of hot, young women coming and going for the past decade had provided additional fuel. But the tenderness in his touch, the passion in his kiss, and the way he moved inside me made it all come together in an incredibly climactic wave of passion. “I felt the same way,” I whisper, gliding my hand along the side of his masculine jaw. “Honestly, I’m kicking myself for being such a fool all of those years.”
“I knew you would beat yourself up over it,” he says with a wide smile. “I’m just glad you finally saw the light while we’re still in our prime.”
Our prime? The warning bells go off in my head and immediately, my biological clock begins ticking more loudly than ever. As a thirty-six-year-old woman, I had more or less given up on the idea of raising a family. What occurred here tonight, however, has changed everything. I suddenly want to get married, have kids, and live in the country. In other words, I want it all. Not only do I want it all, but I want it all with Blake Taylor.
He gives me a look, knowing exactly what is running through my mind. “You’re still in your prime. Don’t even think about the fact that you are in your mid-thirties. Neither of us looks our age.”
“I know. I thank God every day for great genes,” I reply, knowing his words are true. “I just worry about the fertility thing, and you know what they say about the risks of giving birth after forty.”
“Shh!” he says, pressing his finger to my lips. “Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. We’ll have plenty of time to figure things out. For now, I just want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you and I always will love you. Even if you tend to overthink things.”
“I love you too.” I lean into him, pushing him onto his back. I snuggle onto his chest and giggle as I push my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “I can’t believe we’re finally here. I always loved this place. I’m so glad I decided to come out here today.”
“Me too,” he replies with a reflective look in his eyes. “I was starting to completely lose interest in my life. Everything seemed so unfulfilling and unrewarding. Constantly trying to please Dad and the other partners and trying to keep the underlings from getting their feathers ruffled all the time, I was about to snap . . . again.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here,” I tell him honestly. “I know you well enough to see when you’re about to hit your breaking point. Over the past couple of weeks, you were getting short with me and you were growing more distant. I knew it was coming.”
“I don’t want to live like that anymore,” he says with uncharacteristic emotion in his voice. “I’ve honestly begun to hate my father. I find myself cringing whenever I see him. He accepted the fact that neither of my brothers or my sister wanted to step into his shoes, but he basically ramrodded me into it.”
“And you’ve done a great job,” I reassure him. “You have the perfect personality for dealing with clients. You have a way of putting them at ease and always finding a way to solve their problems. Your dad saw that in you at an early age and that’s why he wanted you to take over for him. He knows that you are better than Bill or Davis. That’s why he gets mad when you don’t want to step up and own them the way he did.”
“But they were his clients,” he says in protest. “I would like to work with a few high-tech clients who are changing the world, not a bunch of old industrial companies fighting over whether their gasket patent can be extended because they added a carbon fiber strand to the process. That shit could not be more fucking boring.”
“I know,” I reply, giving him several short kisses on the lips. “I’m sorry I led us off on this tangent. I was feeling too amazing, so I had to bring us back to reality with my overthinking again.”
“Well, I’m still rock hard, so there’s an easy solution.” He takes my hand and guides it down to his rock-hard shaft.
“I think we should do it in the shower. I feel a little sweaty and disgusting.”
“Hmm, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you while I’ve been in that shower.” A huge grin spreads across his face. “I’ll go get it warmed up.”
Blake gets up and strolls out of the room buck naked. The shades are drawn, the lights are turned down, and there isn’t anyone around. Besides, if I were him and had a cock like that, I would probably walk around naked too. I reach down between my legs and slide a finger between my lips. I’m already looking forward to feeling that big, beautiful thing back inside me.
Chapter 7
Blake
I snicker to myself after watching her eyes follow me the entire way out of the room. She’s right. I should’ve given her a taste of this long ago. I think back to a night in college where we drank a little too much and she ended up sleeping with me in the small twin bed in my dorm room. I’ll never forget wanting to make out with her that night, as I knew there was chemistry between us. I was thwarted once again, however, by the fact that she was passed out when I came to bed. We both had such a brutal hangover the next morning that she simply went home and neither of us ever brought it up again. She had just started dating some douche bag, so obviously, I never pursued anything more at the time. That’s a night I have always remembered though. Sleeping with her in my arms, I just knew we would be great together.
I turn on the dual shower heads and start the steam generator. It’s always nice to get things steamed up ahead of time. Not that we will have any issues generating steam of our own. I glance in the mirror as it begins to fog over and another figure enters from behind. “All right, you’re getting it nice and steamy for me,” she murmurs, slipping her arms ar
ound me from behind. “I don’t know how you stay in such good shape without working out,” she adds with jealousy dripping in her tone.
“Hey, I think you’ve seen just how many hip thrusts I’m capable of doing,” I joke. “Those are amazing for the abs.” I reach into the shower and turn off the steam, not wanting too much of a good thing. I step inside to test the water. “It’s perfect.” I reach back for her hand and coax her in to join me.
“Need some more ab work?” she asks, giving me a sideways glance.
“Whatever it takes to stay in shape.” I guide her under one of the shower heads and the warm water begins to tumble over us. I push her wet hair away from her face and simply take in her beautiful eyes. Without another word, I lock lips with her as I run my hands across her warm, wet skin. This has truly been a fantasy of mine. Whenever we had been out on the boat or the beach for the day, we would always come in and get cleaned up before dinner. We always used this bathroom because Mom didn’t want us dragging sand all through the house. I would let Kayla shower before me, and I could always smell her shampoo and body wash still lingering when I took mine. Between those scents and seeing her in a bikini all afternoon, it was more than enough to fuel a teenage boy’s imagination. Feeling a memory induced surge of testosterone, I back her up against the tile and kiss her with even more fervor while running my hand down her legs.
