by Sable Hunter
“You promised to, and I quote, to ‘give me head in the surf’.” Heath had a nipple between both thumbs and forefingers and he was rubbing them back and forth. “God, I love your thick, taut nipples. Sucking on them is pure erotic pleasure.”
“And I love it,” she admitted. “But right now, it’s my turn.” The sun was still high enough in the sky that she could see well. They had walked a quarter mile from the house and there was no one in sight. Cato led him down to the edge of the water where the waves would lap at their feet and the sand was wet and compact. She sat on the ground where the waves came right up and kissed her thighs, pulling him down with her.
“You do realize you’re fantasy material, don’t you?” Women didn’t do things like this, or at least no one had ever done it for him—till now.
“No, I’m just Cato.”
He said more, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her, but she wasn’t listening. Cato was kissing him, lips, chin, throat, and chest. And her little hands were busy, rubbing, massaging and kneading his muscles, tangling her fingers in the hair on his chest. He was hard before she started and now he was steel, throbbing, weeping steel.
“I have to have you. I want my mouth on you so much.” Cato undid his shorts and pushed them down, while he gladly helped.
“Oh, baby.” He wove his fingers through her hair as she came over him on her hands and knees, the long curls of her hair tickling his thighs. Cato wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking, and then the wet heat of her lips pulled him in. She mimicked the motions of sex with her mouth, her tongue moving against his cock like raspy velvet. God, she was perfectly designed to set his blood on fire. And he burned, God he burned.
Cato wasn’t silent. She moaned and hummed, the little sexy noises against his cock making him shudder, and his whole body tingled. Raising his head, he watched her. Was there a more beautiful sight? And then he noticed something that sent his fever skyrocketing. One hand held his cock as she blew him, the other was between her legs, rubbing her little clit furiously.
Fuck!
“Cato.” He touched her shoulder. “Come here. I have to have you.” She stopped, confused, but when he picked her up and settled her body on top of his, her hips next to his face, she thought she understood.
“Are we about to 69?”
For an answer, he worked off her bottoms and nipped her ass. Then he clasped her hips and brought her pussy close to his face and lapped at her, eating at her fiercely. God, he was starving for her. With unabashed abandon, he licked at her, thrusting his tongue up her sweet little hole, then sucking at her clit.
She began to move on top of him, scrubbing her nipples against his abs, grinding her pussy in his face. And fuck, he loved it! Heath gave her everything he had and she did the same for him. Taking him deep down her throat, she repeatedly pulled his cock out and sucked it back in. Groaning, he writhed beneath her as she swirled her tongue around the nerve-rich flared head.
More, more, she wanted more. Cato was drowning in sensation. The act of giving while accepting was almost more than she could bear. She reveled in his taste, his scent, the feel of Heath in her mouth, rejoicing in the slight bucking of his hips as he appreciated her attention. And all the while, he was lavishing kisses and licks and sucks between her thighs, making her legs shake, her whole body tensing for a climax which she knew would be absolute heaven. Massaging his balls between her fingers, she arched her back, tilting her pelvis, wordlessly begging for him to continue.
So continue he did—the taste of her cream on his tongue was addictive. How did he handle how perfect this felt? Heath didn’t really know what to do with her, this woman who gave him more than anyone else ever had. So, he treasured her, branded her, focused all of his heart and body into giving her what she needed.
And when he did, she exploded. He felt her when she tensed, shook and vibrated in his arms. Heath held on, placing gentle kisses on her swollen clit as she pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t hold out…couldn’t wait. He gasped, letting out a shuddering breath as waves of wild sensation pounded through him. “God, Cato! Cato, I love…” he groaned the words of truth he wasn’t able to even whisper out loud. No matter that she couldn’t hear, he was still a prisoner of his own fear.
But the ice was breaking, the frozen expanse of his heart was thawing. And all because of the giving, gorgeous woman in his arms. Feeling her press a tender kiss on his spent manhood caused his heart to ache. “Come here.” He turned her in his arms and held her until the aftershocks subsided, stroking her hair, kissing her face. The tide swirled around them, the ebb and flow almost magical, the very pulse of life. “Cato, if I died right now, I’d die a happy man.”
The walk back to the B&B was peaceful. Cato kept it light because she sensed something had shifted in their relationship and she wasn’t sure what. “I requested room service be delivered to our cottage. I hope that’s okay.”
“Fine with me, I sure don’t need to go out. I’d rather relax with you.”
“Good.” She linked arms with his as they walked down the beach. The sun was beginning to set. Soon it would be too dark for her to read his lips. “It’s funny, you know. I can almost hear the surf.”
“You can? Memory?”
“Yes, I imagine sounds. It’s been so long since I heard them, sometimes I’m afraid my memories are fading.”
“I’m so sorry.” He took her hand. “It must be hard.”
“The phantom sounds are growing dimmer in my mind. And the most terrifying thing is the fear I have that one day all I’ll hear is this blank black void of silence and that will drive me mad.”
“I wish you could have a miracle.” He faced her. “Is there anything that could be done, any hope?”
“No, nothing that I’ve ever heard of.” Okay, enough. “Let’s change the subject, I didn’t mean to be all doom and gloom.”
“No, talking is good. I want to know how you feel. How insensitive would I be if I didn’t care? Sharing is important. I appreciate you telling me something that has shaped you into who you are today.”
“Anything you want to tell me?” she asked before she considered his reaction.
But Heath surprised her. “You want to know why I’m so commitment phobic. Is that it?”
“Not necessarily.”
“I’ll tell you.” He stopped. They were a few hundred yards away from the cottage. “I was in love once. Head over heels. I thought we were meant to be, that we’d last forever.”
Cato didn’t interrupt, she let him talk.
“We were getting married. I mean we were in the actual ceremony, me waiting for her to walk down the aisle when she changed her mind. Left me standing at the altar.”
Even though she knew the story, she hurt anew at his telling. To think of how he suffered angered her. “That bitch. I promise you’ll never have to wait for me anywhere.”
Her succinct response amused Heath. “Thank you. I was lucky. What if I’d married her?”
“True.” Cato laughed, relieved he could look back on the experience with fresh eyes. “We’ve both been through hard times and you have difficult days ahead. I just wish there was something I could do to make it easier for you.”
Heath was touched. “You do make it easier. You have become my sanctuary. You have become my safe place. Instinctively I turn to you when my life becomes chaotic.”
Cato held her breath. What was he saying? She waited for him to say more, tell her he wanted a real relationship and not just an affair. But he didn’t. She swallowed hard. Okay. “I’m glad I can help.”
“You more than help.” Heath pulled her close and suddenly his tongue was deep in her mouth, dueling with hers. They kissed for long moments, not kisses rushing toward a finish but kisses of comfort and belonging.
When they pulled apart, she smiled at him, seeking to put aside her disappointment. “Wanna play a game?”
“I always want to play with you.” His face was more relaxed and Cato t
ook him by the hand, determined that their time together be something they’d both look back on with happiness.
“Good, let’s eat first, you’re going to need all the strength you can get.”
Not too far from the B&B, they walked upon some yellow flowers. “Look.” She pointed. “Aren’t they beautiful? They’re called Beach Evening Primrose.” Cato began walking toward them.
“Allow me.” Heath stopped her. “The undergrowth is thick and there are rattlesnakes that live among these dunes.”
“Okay.” Cato halted. Any mention of a snake was enough to make her pause. “Be careful,” she cautioned him. Heath made his way over and picked an armful of the large yet delicate flowers.
When he returned, Heath handed them to her. “Here you go, my Fair Lady.”
Cato’s hand trembled when she accepted the flowers. “Thank you.” She touched the velvety yellow petals. “I’ve never received flowers from a guy. I’ll have to press one in my diary.” At his look of dismay, she laughed. “Don’t panic, I’m kidding.”
“I’m not panicking, I’m just confused. No one has ever given you flowers?”
Wishing she hadn’t said anything, Cato pranced off. “They have now. I’m going to go put these into water.”
Seeing her excited face over a bunch of handpicked posies, it hit Heath like a two by four that he had some wrongs to right. It was like she didn’t expect anything from him, and was surprised when he made even the smallest gesture. Well, that shit was about to change.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Okay, close your eyes, I’m coming out,” Cato called from the bathroom. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this? Had she lost her mind?
Of course she didn’t hear him answer, but when she came out, he was dutifully sitting on the bed with his hands over his eyes. Cato smile, he looked like a little boy playing hide and seek.
When she’d packed this game and the costume she’d bought to go with it, Cato hadn’t realized how nervous she would be. “Okay, you can look.” She was sure her tone sounded defeated.
Heath removed his hands, then almost swallowed his tongue. “Holy fuck,” he whispered. Slowly, he stood and walked toward her. “You look…”
Pudgy. Silly. Pathetic. Several words came to mind. “How?” She was afraid to ask.
“Hot, spectacular, cum-worthy.” Circling her, Heath couldn’t believe his eyes. She was dressed in a red harem girl outfit with a low-cut tight bra, veils strategically positioned and a…couldn’t be, not a real one. “Are you wearing a chastity belt?”
“Yea.” She smiled hesitantly. “That’s the game. I’ve hidden the key and you have to do certain tasks in order to earn clues to get the key. And you have to have the key before we can…”
“Fuck,” he drawled.
“Exactly.”
Harem outfit? Chastity belt? Cato was issuing him a sexual challenge. No problem, he was up for it. “Tell me what to do.”
Seeing he was intrigued and wanting to play, Cato became bold. Gliding to the bed, she sat down on it, leaning back on one arm, spreading her legs open. With one finger, she traced the seam of the metallic fiber, the seam that followed the slit of her pussy. “Do you want to touch me?”
Heath went to his knees at her feet. “Tell me where the key is.”
Cato held his gaze. “No, you have to earn the privilege.” She rose and moved across the room, picking up the board game, making sure she put a bit of sway in her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she met his gaze. “Take off your clothes, I want to look at you.”
Heath felt a ripple of lust skate down his spine, moaned and undressed quickly. “Like what you see?”
Cato’s flush was her answer.
“What do you want me to do? Kiss your feet?” He had no idea, but he was ready. Just the idea of her pussy being off-limits to him had him shaking with desperation. When had she become so necessary?
“I don’t think my feet are an erogenous zone.” Looking at him, broad, tanned, lightly furred and incredibly aroused made her knees weak.
Heath wiped his forehead. Damn, he was sweating. “I’m not sure I understand this game. What’s my role?” He knew what he wanted it to be. With a smirk he began to sing the lyrics from the Beatles, The Sheik of Araby.
“Are you singing?”
“Yes.” He took a step toward her. It was odd how often he forgot she was deaf. “I have a beautiful voice.”
Cato laughed, he’d managed to look affronted. “I’m sure you do, I’d give anything to hear it.” How many nights had she imagined hearing him tell her he loved her? Before he realized she was being maudlin, she answered, moving the conversation back into erotic territory. “The fantasy I’ve chosen from the game is harem girl and sex slave.”
“Ah.” Heath smiled, beginning to stalk her again, taking a step forward while she took a step back. “I guess that makes me the sex slave. I can live with that.”
Cato, attempting to get into the role, pulled one of the scarves from its place on the gold belt around her waist and wrapped it around his neck. “Your job as my sex slave is to make me cum.”
“Piece of cake,” he growled, reaching for her with a devil-may-care grin on his handsome face.
Putting her hands up, she issued the challenge. “Wait, you have to do it without touching anything within the chastity belt area.”
Step, back, over, step. They were circling one another. Heath licked his lips. “Should be easy.”
“Well, there are cards to follow with moves and uh, suggestions, carnal ones.” She was finding it difficult to keep a straight face—she didn’t know if she wanted to giggle or hide.
“Carnal, huh?” Taking her by the hand, he pulled her to the bed. “Deal the cards, I’m ready to place my bet.”
“No bets allowed.” Only the one she was making, with her heart.
They both crawled up on the bed and faced one another, legs crossed underneath them. Cato took the cards out of the box and Heath ogled the scantily clad woman on the cover. “Give me that.” She snatched it out of his hand. Squirming on her bottom, she settled into the soft mattress and shuffled the cards. “Okay, the key is hidden really well…” she began with a mysterious smile, “and the rules are that we can build excitement by doing things to one another. The object is to make me orgasm without touching my genitalia and if I do…I’ll give you the key.”
“Card.” He held out one hand, the other was stroking his cock.
“And if you lose—”
“I’m not going to lose.” When he noticed she was watching his cock instead of his lips, he surprised her by leaning over for a quick kiss. “Hey, I’m up here.” He pointed to his face.
“Ha! There’s a lot of you down there.” Cato laughed. “And if you lose, you have to streak down the beach.”
“Won’t happen.”
“You’re cocky.”
He gave her a duh look and pointed to his still very aroused member. Rolling her eyes, she gave him the first card and he chuckled, reading it out loud. “Kiss the lady’s hand.”
“Lame.” She laughed.
“We’ll see about that.” He held out his hand, palm up, and she placed hers in it. Slowly, Heath began to caress it, rubbing his thumb all over the back, gently massaging each finger. “You’ve got the prettiest hands, so delicate, so feminine.” Turning it over, he gave the same attention to her palm.
Cato began to realize she was dealing with a master. Holding her hand to his mouth, he kissed the back in a courtly gesture, then turned it over to place an open mouth kiss in her palm. She gasped when she felt the tip of his tongue touch her skin lightly.
But he wasn’t through—he kissed the tip of each finger, then took her middle finger in his mouth and sucked the tip. Swear to God, Cato felt that suck deep in her pussy. Holding her gaze, he took more of her finger in his mouth, biting it gently before sucking it deep, rhythmically.
“Oh, my goodness, you’re good,” she whispered, shaking.
Reachin
g down, he chose another card and handed it to her. “Read it. Out loud.”
Cato looked, read it, looked harder and read it again. “Oh, Lord…I won’t survive.”
“What?”
“Jack-off in front of your lady.”
“Thank God.” Heath smiled. “I was about to burst. This should be fun.” He was enjoying this and Heath hoped she was too. He’d never played games like this with a woman and it was damn exciting. “Any preferences as to where you want me, Mistress?”
Cato pulled herself together, realizing this was an opportunity most women would salivate over. “Stand up so I can see you good, from all angles.”
Heath stood and with a long slow sexy wink, he flexed for her, making his biceps bulge, showing off his pecs. “Just think, in a few minutes, I’m going to be pumping into your pussy and you’re going to love it. You’re going to cum around my cock so hard…”
He had her full attention, she was eating him up with her eyes. “Touch yourself,” she encouraged softly.
Heath grasped his cock in one hand and began to stroke it—slow, long pumps. “Feels good. Long hard strokes.” He fisted himself much harder than Cato would have and she felt her mouth go dry and her nipples pebbled.
She didn’t know what was hotter, watching the movements of his hand on his cock or his face, the pure sensual look in his eyes, the way his strong white teeth bit on his sensual lower lip as his hips flexed with each thrust. Cato couldn’t stand it. She stood up and went to him, needing to touch. She walked up, kissed his shoulder, ran her hands over his shoulders, then pressed her aching breasts up against his back. Beneath her lips, she felt his whole body jerk. “God, you are so hot.”
Needing to see more, she moved to the front of him and knelt down. “There’s nothing in the rules against me touching you.” She reached out and took his balls in her hand, massaging them, rolling them between her fingers. All the while, his fist moved up and down on his swollen staff.
Looking up into his face, she saw that he was staring at her. “I’ll be your slave for life if you’ll just…”
