by Jade White
Then, both of his hands settled on her hips, looping around the hem of her panties. He began to slide her panties down, causing her to quiver with anticipation. His eyes darkened and he gripped the thin fabric and tore them from her body in one quick motion. His fingers soon reached to her core, circling her most sensitive place. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she rode out the waves of passion he brought her. At every moment that she thought she had reached the peak of pleasure, he continued to bring her higher.
In one swift movement, he lifted her and laid her back on the pillows. He stood to divest himself of his pants before crawling back towards her. He braced himself above her, lowering his mouth to hers once again. She spread her legs instinctively to give him better access. Still, he was in no rush, kissing her as though they had all the time in the world to explore each other. She wiggled in anticipation and that seemed to get his attention, eliciting something near a growl. He kissed his way across her cheek, and down her neck, settling at her collarbone and she felt as though she would go absolutely mad if he did not enter her soon.
“Please,” she begged. Her eyes were heavy with passion as she stared up at him.
“What?” he asking innocently, lowering his head then and licking her nipple.
“You know,” she moaned, writhing under him.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered. Though his words were gentle, his tone was commanding and exhilarating.
“I want you,” she said as she wrapped her hands around his neck and tried to pull his mouth back down to hers. He captured her wrists with one hand and pinned then above her head, depriving her of even the pleasure of touching him.
“You want me to what?” he purred as he nuzzled her neck gently.
“Don’t tease me,” she begged. Her skin was on fire then and she was lost in her need for him. She couldn’t believe the moans and groans that she was emitting. She would usually have been embarrassed at seeming like such a wanton woman, but she needed him to know the effect he was having on her.
“I’m not,” he whispered, gently blowing in her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
It took all of her effort to find her voice. “Make love to me,” she whimpered with all that she had. Her voice was so full of desire that it clearly affected Dylan.
He returned his mouth to her neck then, playfully taking her skin between his teeth and driving her absolutely wild before he murmured, “With pleasure!”
He thrust into her then. He wasn’t gentle and she didn’t mind. His hands gripped her hips so tightly that she was sure it would bruise. He pinned her down and pumped in and out of her with wild abandon. With his hands settled on her hips, he released her wrists. With her new-found freedom, she explored every inch of his body. She lingered on the strong muscles of his back, his lean stomach, and his toned ass. When she gave it a playful squeeze, he let out what could only be described as a roar.
Just as she felt that she was nearing her completion, he slowed his pace, teasing her with agonizing desire. She arched up, trying to bring him deeper within her, but he held himself back, enjoying her display of sultry desire. He stared down at her with clear appreciation for the beautiful, writhing woman beneath him.
“I need you,” she moaned.
“You have no idea what you are doing to me,” he groaned.
“Then finish. I need to feel you come inside me.” She was shocked herself as the words came out, but he seemed even more surprised. Though he was still buried deep within her core, he did not move.
“Oh believe me,” he crowed, “you will. Still, I plan to take my time. I am going to savor every moment that I am inside of you. I plan to be able to recall every moment of our time together for years to come. I want your screams of pleasure to ring in my ears every time I am surrounded by silence. I want your eyes, full of desire, to be the thing I see when I close my eyes. I will take my time, my dear.”
His words were so erotic that she couldn’t help but whimper as her desire rose even higher. He ran his hand gently across her cheek and he began to move within her again, though now each motion was steady and controlled. She felt utterly helpless, lost completely to her desire. She had never experienced anything like making love to Dylan. It felt as though he had six hands, as though he were touching every part of her simultaneously. His eyes stared down in to hers and with each thrust, she felt their connection growing. She did all that she could to keep from blinking, not wanting to miss a moment of this, with him staring down at her so sensually. She had never felt more beautiful or sexual than she did with him inside of her.
She arched herself up to meet each of his thrusts, rolling her hips as he moved within her. She lifted herself and licked a bead of sweat from his neck. It was then that he seemed to let himself go. He seemed to lose control, bucking wildly. All that she could do was hold tightly to his shoulders and ride out the waves of passion. It was not long before her pleasure erupted, shaking her both mentally and physically.
He continued to pump in and out of her, so taken with his biological urge to plant his seed inside of her. Soon he came himself, filling her. She could not remember a more erotic experience than the feeling of him coming inside of her. Knowing that this big and powerful man was rendered senseless by her body was a powerful moment.
When he finished, he lay on top of her, both of them too exhausted to move. After a few moments, he lifted his head just enough to kiss her soundly before they both slipped off to sleep.
She awoke hours later. When she awoke, he was looking down at her and running his hands through her hair. There was something unreadable about his expression. It was a cross between desire and sadness that puzzled her.
“Have you been awake long?” she asked him sleepily.
“I could have watched you sleep all night,” he whispered, adding to the intimacy of the moment. His voice seemed to envelop her like the darkness.
“I guess I was a little worn out,” she smiled, suddenly self-conscious about how she must look, lying there naked and ravaged beneath him. “I must look a mess.”
The desire in his eyes told her that she needn’t worry. “There is nothing more appealing to a man than looking at a thoroughly ravaged woman and knowing that he is entirely responsible for every wild hair and hooded glaze.”
She felt the blush rising up her cheeks and she wanted nothing more than to melt in to the cushions beneath her.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he purred in her ear. “I will carry the memory of how you look in this moment with me always.”
“Are you sure you are a photographer and not a writer?” she teased. “You certainly have a way with words.”
“Ah, well, it never hurts to be able to accurately tell a beautiful woman how much pleasure she has given you,” he smiled with pride. “I am just sorry that I won’t be able to have more time with you.”
“You’re leaving the preserve soon?” she asked, highly disappointed to be losing him so quickly.
“Yes,” he said, looking past her and out in to the darkness. “I heard from my editor today and he needs me to be in Alaska next week. I leave tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, a bit shocked that it was so soon.
“I should be back in a few months, though, to finish the project I came here to start. Could I come and see you then?” he asked, looking genuinely nervous that she would say no.
“I would like that very much,” she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder and cuddling closer to him. His scent and skin were so intoxicating that she wanted to absorb as much as she could before he left for far away shores.
He seemed to have similar thoughts, because he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer. She felt his chin rest on the top of her head and she rejoiced in the feeling of being surrounded by him.
CHAPTER TWO
Grace lounged on the bed of pillows in her cabin as Shannon paced back and forth in disbelief. Grace had known, of course, that she would be shocke
d when she told her about the events of the night before.
“You did what?” Shannon asked for the tenth time.
“I am not going to tell you again,” Grace said, feeling a bit annoyed that Shannon found it so hard to believe.
“I need to hear it again to believe it.” Shannon stopped pacing then and sat down beside Grace, still in shock at the way things had happened.
“No you don't.” Grace laughed, leaning her head against her friend’s shoulder.
“I cannot believe you really did it,” she said, so proud of her.
“Fine,” she said reluctantly. “I slept with him.”
“A man you had just met,” she asked as though she did not already know the answer.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Whose last name you don't know?” she pressed.
“Yes,” she said, trying not to smile at Shannon’s look of disbelief.
“Who you suspect isn't really a photographer,” she said as seriously as she could manage.
“That is correct,” she said, unable to keep the indulgent smile from her face.
“This is too good,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around Grace.
“What are you talking about?” she said, playfully elbowing Shannon.
“You know what I am talking about,” she teased.
“Haven't the foggiest idea,” she smiled innocently, playing coy.
“You did just what you always scold me for doing.” Her joy at the situation was too infectious. Grace wanted to be annoyed that they were talking about this in such detail, but it was fun to be able to talk about it. It made the magic of the night before feel real.
“And it was amazing,” she admitted.
Shannon’s face lit up. “Grace! You never talk about these kinds of things with me!”
“It was wonderful and thrilling. I felt so free.” And it had. She could not remember a time in her life when she had felt so much like herself other than when she was in his arms. She hadn’t been self-conscious about anything. She had just reveled in the feeling of his hands on her. The pure sensory experience of it had been absolutely liberating.
“Ahh! Where has my Grace gone and who is this tart?” Shannon had spent years telling her that she should let go of her inhibitions and enjoy herself, but it had always seemed so tawdry, but it hadn’t felt that way at all to sleep with Dylan. It had felt instinctual, impulsive, and so hot. She couldn’t remember feeling more aroused then when he ran his hands over her body.
“I know!” she gasped. “I couldn't believe it myself.”
“What have I been telling you for the last decade!”
“It was wrong but it felt so right!” She didn’t feel embarrassed at all. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her again. Knowing that it could be months if not longer, maybe never, was the only shadow over her otherwise joyful mood.
“Your first one-night stand! I am so proud,” Shannon beamed.
“It is the strangest thing, but I felt so connected with him. We were so much more in sync than I have been with guys I have dated for months.” None of the men in her past had made her feel the way that he had. Being so connected to him had made it feel like they had been making love for years.
“Tell me more,” Shannon said, leaning back on the pillows and looking intently at Grace, eager to hear about her adventure.
“It was like he already knew every inch of my body. I swear, he could hear my heartbeat, smell my desire. He was so tuned in to everything I wanted, everything I needed. I have never had it that good before.” Just the thought of it made her feel warm all over.
“You didn't develop feelings for him after one night, did you?” Shannon had real concern on her face. She actually looked a bit horrified at the thought.
“Don't be ridiculous,” Grace laughed. Though she was not in love with him, it was fair to say that she felt more for him that she had for any man in a long time. Still, she was not about to admit that to Shannon.
Shannon didn’t need to be told, though. She could see that there was something more happening. She gasped and said, “My god, you did!”
“It is not like that. I'll probably never even see him again.” The thought filled her heart with sadness and her loins with want.
“Oh honey, you are doing this one night stand thing all wrong,” she said with sympathy, patting Grace’s shoulder.
“It felt right to me. It just showed me how good sex could be. I feel like I've been doing it wrong my whole life and never knew it.” She had never prioritized sex. It was just a pleasant afterthought in her life. She knew now, though, that it was just because she hadn’t known how earth shattering really great sex could be.
“I have been telling you that for years,” Shannon cried.
“Well, your words weren't as convincing as his hands, mouth and cock,” she laughed. In truth though, it was more than the sex that had moved her. It was the spark she had felt when she looked in his eyes. It was as if something inside of her had been awakened in that moment.
“Well, he was working with a few assets that I don't have,” Shannon teased.
“Oh dear, if you had half the assets that man had in his pants, I would have married you years ago.” It was true, of course. If Shannon were a man, Grace would have married her ages ago. They had always had such a solid relationship, so much more than she had ever had with any of her boyfriends. They had been joking for years that life would be so much easier that way.
“Flatterer,” she smiled.
“Can we go back to work now?” Grace said in an attempt to change the subject. The thought that she was likely never going to get to see Dylan again was too much to think about. She preferred to let herself revel in the afterglow without thinking about what the future might bring.
“Come on, let me live vicariously. I've told you about every one of my bedroom buddies over the years.” Shannon got up then and started to pace again, still in disbelief.
“I don't know what else there is to say,” she said, laying back. “We had great, great, great mind blowing, earth shattering sex, during which he said some of the most erotic things that man has ever said in the history of fucking and then he held me close to him all night. If I could have scripted it, it couldn't have gone more perfectly. It was almost primal. It was as if my body was made for his. And now, I get to spend 11 sexless months here on a nature preserve with you.”
“At least you have the memories to get you through,” she said with real sympathy in her eyes.
“Somehow I think the memories won't feel quite as good as his cock inside of me.”
“I can't believe you are talking like this!” Shannon squealed.
“It was so damn good, Shannon!”
“Well, those elephant researchers would gladly screw you if you get bored,” she teased.
“I don't think jumping into bed with some pencil neck is going to do anything to ease this ache I seem to have now.”
“Ache?” Shannon asked. Her expression was a mix between interest and concern.
“Yes, I thought that a good lay would satisfy me for a while. It usually does. Now, I feel like my skin is on fire; like I am going to burn to death from the inside if I don't get my hands on his penis again.” She felt the heat begin to rise in her again and she stood up and walked outside, eager for a bit of fresh air. Shannon followed, unwilling to let the conversation end on that note.
“Well, if he has a well-hung brother, send him my way,” she said, leaning against the support beam and smiling her usual cheeky smile.
“I don't have any idea about his family. That is part of the beauty of it. The way we connected was purely physical. I'm a little worried that I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to find someone who does me half that good.” The thought made her a little queasy.
“Well, that sounds like our next research project. Work our way across Europe and write a paper on which country has the best lovers,” she joked, trying to make light of their current situation.
“Let's call that our back-up plan.”
“Alright, I'll write up the funding proposal,” She could just see the research logs and comparison photographs they would accumulate doing such a project.
“I think we could use crowd funding. Don't you think the women of the world would like to know before planning their next vacation?” Grace was clearly enjoying the idea of such a project immensely.
“Oh yes, those brothers I took home in Dublin are in my top five lovers of all-time list. I spent the whole night wondering which of them I should pick to sleep with. Imagine my surprise when one started kissing my neck and the other moved his hand between my legs.” Shannon got a dreamy look on her face and Grace was sure that her mind had wondered to the past.
“I remember the story,” she said, reflecting on Shannon’s excitement at the time.
“I didn't walk straight for a week. Those were two huge dicks.”
“And to think I judged you for that.” Grace laughed. It took a lot to shock her but that story had been one for the record books.
“Right? You didn't even congratulate me on getting them both to beg me to stay in Ireland another night because they were so impressed with the many things I can do with my mouth.” She stopped pacing and sat on the desk, dreaming of the lovemaking of the past.
