The Reunion

by Kraft, Adriana

  No matter, he wasn’t about to be tamed. If that was her scheme, she was going to be greatly disappointed.

  And what about Maria? She’d taken to Sarah even before she’d met her. Her intuition bothered him more than it should. But she had an uncanny sense, particularly regarding women.

  Sarah was at least a little frightened of him. That was good. Maybe he could use that leverage to send her packing. But she wasn’t a slut. She was Sarah Atkinson. Thankfully, she’d taken back her maiden name after her second divorce. She was Sarah—she wasn’t supposed to be his sex slave.

  That was supposed to be Maria. Not that she’d ever been particularly adept at submission. She could dish out as much as she took. He doubted Sarah could come close to matching her.

  At least Sarah hadn’t balked at going commando. That should keep her uneasy a little, thinking about why he’d want her available at all times. Maybe she was having second thoughts already.

  He glanced at his image in the mirror behind the bar and scowled. He’d wanted to show her the kind and considerate lover he could be. She deserved that. She would welcome that. Wasn’t it her praise and warmth he’d wanted back in Bumper so many years ago? But she’d denied him then.

  He should deny her now. He shook his head. How could he deny a vision?

  - o -

  Standing at the pool’s edge, Maria breathed deeply, watching her guest cautiously. It was time—beyond time—to take another one of those steps toward the inevitable. Sarah would make the final decision, but a little help along the way might help. “I so enjoy a daily swim. I don’t know if I could live in a place where that’s not possible.”

  “It’s tough,” Sarah acknowledged. “I’m in the water a lot in the summer, but I’ve yet to find an indoor pool I really like for the colder months.”

  “Not a problem here.” Maria reached for the buttons of her dress and began unfastening them as if it were the most natural thing to do. Sarah’s inquisitive look caused her to pause. “I only swim in the nude,” she explained. “I love the freedom of it. Is that okay with you?”

  “You do what you want.” Sarah swallowed, but didn’t glance away. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

  Maria showed her white teeth and continued undoing buttons. She shrugged out of the dress and pulled on her aching nipples.

  “You are commando,” Sarah gasped, her eyes rounding.

  “Of course.” Maria responded, fluffing up the curls guarding her pussy. “What did you expect?”

  “You’re...you’re beautiful. So exotic. Your nipples look cold.”

  “Warm them,” Maria teased, “if you like.”

  Maria stilled as Sarah tentatively raised her arms and then clamped them to her sides. She shook her head.

  “Too bad. Later, maybe.” Maria whirled and dove into the water, which did little to cool her growing heat.

  She paddled to the middle of the pool and turned in time to see Sarah reach behind her neck to untie her dress. It pooled gracefully at her feet. Maria wet her lips, elated that Sarah hadn’t requested a swimsuit—at least not yet.

  Sarah stretched and cupped her breasts as if unaware of her audience of one. Maria smiled to herself, recalling Sarah’s sexual delight when she’d climaxed the night before. Yes, this woman knew how to tease. Maria’s toes curled in the waters as she conjured up more patience than she thought she possessed.

  Sarah stood and stared at Maria for the longest time, as if waging an internal debate, before knifing into the water. She swam underwater like a fish and popped up right beside her hostess.

  “You’re stunning, Maria,” she intoned, treading water. “I’ve never seen such dark nipples. You must taste like cinnamon.”

  “I’m not telling,” Maria bantered. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself, if you really want to know.”

  Sarah gave her a curious look. “Maybe I will.” Then she arched her body and backstroked across the pool, giving Maria a most erotic view before turning and swimming back to her.

  Maria climbed onto a floating cushion and held another out for Sarah.

  “Spicy.” Sarah’s eyes glittered. “That’s an apt description for you—you do make me think of cinnamon.” Sarah’s cheeks turned red and then she closed her eyelids, as if to hide her desire.

  Maria nodded. She could wait. It was just a matter of time before Sarah’s sexual curiosity or hunger would induce her to act.

  They floated lazily for a while. Smoothing her belly, wishing it was Sarah’s fingers caressing her skin and dipping lower, Maria watched Sarah’s breasts rising and falling gently. She licked her lips and rubbed her mound. It was tempting to bring herself off with the sun warming her skin and Sarah warming her blood. But she pulled back from the edge. “Hey, you.”

  Sarah cocked an eye open and gave her a small smile. “Yes.”

  “You’re not used to the California sun. Unless you want to rival a red lobster, we’d better get back under the shade.” She pointed toward the lounge chairs beside the pool.

  “I do burn easy.” Sarah rolled off the cushion and angled toward the chairs.

  Both women climbed out of the pool at the same time. “Damn,” Maria said, “I forgot to bring out towels. Guess we’ll just have to dry off out here.” Maria stretched out on the nearest chaise and pointed to the one beside her.

  “How convenient. You are so forgetful.” Sarah shook her head and flashed a smile as she stretched out on the lounge. “Of course, any seducing will be up to me.”

  “Of course.” Maria frowned. “You’re not going to hold it against me for wanting to flaunt the possibilities?”

  Sarah leaned back and sighed. “You’re a delight to look at.”

  “Our skin tones will do nice together, don’t you think?” Maria tried not to purr. “Cinnamon and ivory.”

  Sarah closed her eyes. “I’m trying not to think about it too much.”

  “Too bad,” Maria sighed. “I can hardly imagine anything else. We’re going to be damn good together, you know?”

  “So do we tell Adam I know you’re not his maid, but rather his lover?”

  Maria grinned wickedly at Sarah peeking through lowered eyelashes. “Why should we? It might be more fun to let him think you’re buying into the charade.”

  “That might give me the advantage I need.”

  “What is it with you two?” Maria turned on her side. “It sounds like each of you thinks you’re engaged in some sort of life and death battle.”

  “Maybe we are.”

  “I doubt that. You looked like you’d found a sexual heaven when you came for him last night.” Maria smiled as Sarah’ eyes suddenly went wide.

  “You?” Sarah jerked upright. “You didn’t!”

  “Uh huh.” Maria didn’t attempt to hide her smugness. “There’s a full length one-way mirror in our bedroom. Adam had you standing right in front of it. I could’ve reached out and touched you.”

  “Oh my God.” Sarah crossed her arms below her breasts. “You saw him fingering me and licking me.”

  Maria nodded. “Your pussy looked scrumptious. Your clit craved attention. And when Adam tongued your ass, I thought you were going to implode. But Adam was too quick with you. Way too quick. Rest assured, I’ll never be that quick with you. You have a body worth adoration and very, very slow sex.”

  “You better shut up,” Sarah said hoarsely. “Or you’re going to talk me into an orgasm—and I’m the one who’s supposed to be the seducer. Right?”

  “Right.” Maria giggled. “Though I’ve never heard of anyone not wanting an orgasm.”

  “Well, you have now. Me.” A shadow crossed Sarah’s face. “I’m glad you enjoyed watching. If I’d known, I might’ve been able to put on a better show. So did you come with me?”

  “Absolutely.” Maria blew her guest a kiss. “You don’t think I was going to be left out entirely, do you? You were so hot. Pepper—I called you Pepper when I came.”

  Sarah blinked.

 
; “Your hair is so black against your creamy skin. You were hot when I first greeted you at the door. I wanted to stroke your nipples when Adam displayed them for me in the library. They were so rosy they looked like they were blazing hot.” Maria paused to wet her lips. “I can hardly wait to dip my tongue in your pussy. I know you must be hotter than hot. Is it okay if I call you Pepper?”

  Sarah chuckled and made a show of fanning herself. “You have a vivid imagination, I’ll give you that. Call me whatever you want. I’ve been called worse.” Sarah arched an eyebrow. “So is the master bedroom the only room that has an ante room for watching?”

  “Ah. You are a clever lady. No. So does the room where I’m staying.”

  “I thought it might.” A corner of Sarah’s mouth turned up. “So you’re going to show me this room off your bedroom so I can watch you and Adam.”

  “Of course. That sounds only fair.” Maria grinned and padded toward the house tugging Sarah by the hand. “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask. Knowing you’re watching will be so exciting.”

  Chapter Four

  Adam bit down on a hamburger trying to make sense of what was happening around him. He sat at one end of the picnic table and Maria and Sarah sat on either side of him. They’d been frolicking like two young fillies. Both of them had said they enjoyed spending time getting to know each other.

  How well did they know each other?

  They’d both changed clothes since he’d left in the morning. Had the maid helped their guest with that task? Maria had on a lace halter that did absolutely nothing to conceal her dark nipples. She also wore a short black skirt that revealed everything she had to offer when she bent over to take beer out of the cooler.

  He glanced at Sarah, grinning at Maria as if they shared a secret. With satisfaction, he noted their visitor had also dressed for the picnic. She wore a man’s style denim shirt knotted below her breasts, exposing a bare midriff and an appealing navel. She hadn’t bothered fastening any shirt buttons, so her breasts threatened to pop out whenever she twisted from side to side. She also wore a short denim skirt. He hadn’t seen her retrieve a beer but he was keenly aware if she did she would be exposed completely to him and Maria—and that possibility didn’t seem to bother her at all.

  So what had happened while he was gone? A lot, apparently. Had Maria already turned Sarah into her sex slave? He had no doubt that she could and she would. Sweet Sarah Atkinson didn’t stand a chance.

  Why did that thought gnaw at him? They were two adult women. He had no sole claim on either one. He reached for a beer trying not to stare at the by-play going on between the two of them. If Maria hadn’t enticed Sarah into her bed yet, it wouldn’t take much longer. And Sarah had no idea what that could entail. She wasn’t accustomed to living on the sexual edge. Maria thrived on it.

  Who should he be pissed at? Maria for her wily ways, or Sarah for her innocence?

  “You seem very pensive, Adam,” Sarah said, touching his arm. “Are you feeling okay?”

  “Fine.” He swallowed at the sight of a nipple peeking out around her shirt and watched Sarah absently tuck it back behind the blue fabric. “So what did you two manage to do all day?”

  “How many times do you have to ask?” Sarah looked perplexed. “Maria gave me a guided tour of the grounds and the house. We did some shopping. Chicago styles are a little different from those here in California. And we went for a swim.” She batted her eyelashes. “Too bad you couldn’t join us.”

  “How did you like the pool?”

  “It’s great.”

  “Sarah’s an expert swimmer,” Maria chimed in. She laughed, her breasts bobbing freely. “I almost had to drag her out of the pool before she got burned.”

  “I bet you did.” Why did Maria look so amused at his response? Was he being petulant? He blinked. Was he jealous? No way. But if so, which woman was he jealous about—his lover for the past two years, or the interloper?

  “I’ve always been envious of California tans,” Sarah said, “probably ever since my mom played the Beach Boys singing California Girls.”

  Maria reached for another ear of corn. “You’ll have to spend a long time out here to get that kind of tan.”

  Adam watched Maria gnaw on the corn cob. She started at the small end and worked around it with deliberate care. She winked at Sarah and placed her lips over the end of the cob. Maria closed her eyes and worked the cob in and out, chewing and sucking.

  Adam’s cock cramped in his tight shorts. He peeked at Sarah, who appeared mesmerized by Maria’s actions, almost drooling. Maria didn’t stop. Sarah flushed. She ran a hand across her neck. And down her cleavage.

  “Ahem.”

  Startled, Sarah looked blankly at him. He grabbed her hand and got up from the table. “It looks like you’re ready for bed.” He glared at Maria, who had stopped long enough to gawk at him. “The maid can clean up and play with as many cobs as she can manage.”

  “But,” Sarah protested, “I’m not done eating.”

  “I understand that,” Adam growled, patting her rear. “Believe me. You definitely are not done eating.”

  “Isn’t that better than any old corn cob?” Adam said, looking down at the back of Sarah’s head bobbing up and down.

  “Absolutely,” she said, quickly catching a breath before returning to his cock.

  “You are an expert,” he muttered, pulling her up into his arms. “But not yet. Come. Lie down on the bed. I never really had the opportunity to finish desert—last night or tonight.”

  “You could have stayed the night,” Sarah huffed. “I wasn’t anywhere near finished.”

  “That wasn’t an option.”

  “Will you stay tonight?”

  “Maybe,” he said, covering her mouth with his. She opened, inviting his tongue. Instead, he slowly licked her lips and pecked at the corner of her mouth. He traced her jaw line with his lips. Her little mews of desire pleased him. He knew she wanted him to be quicker, but she was going to learn about slow love. Correct that. About slow sex. He inched down the cord of her neck, leaving wet evidence of his presence. He worked his tongue down her cleavage. She arched her back. He chuckled.

  “Not yet, baby. Not nearly yet.” He slid past her breast, tracing the crease of her abs. He rimmed her belly button with his tongue. Was she remembering him doing the same thing to her ass the night before? She hoisted her hips off the bed. She was greedy. He’d never thought of Sarah Atkinson as greedy, particularly when it came to sex.

  Ignoring the invitation of her hips, he worked back up to the underside of her breasts.

  “Oh my,” she whimpered. Her fingers wove through his hair.

  He licked each breast thoroughly before teasing a nipple with his tongue. He stopped just short of touching it. He smiled watching it extend, seeking his mouth. He settled his mouth around the nipple and as much breast as he could manage and suckled.

  His steady sucking taunted the woman beneath him. She waggled her bottom from side to side, offering her ultimate treasure. He refused to touch her there. She lowered her hand in search of pleasure; he slapped it away. She groaned and lay back, apparently resigned to the slow torture he had planned for her.

  Nothing he could do, however, could keep her from coming. He wasn’t going to try. When he moved to suckle the second nipple, Sarah raised and lowered her chest rapidly and moaned hoarsely.

  “You son of a bitch. You made me come without even touching me.”

  He raised his head. “I beg to differ, my lady. I am most certainly touching you.” He stuck out his tongue at her and smiled.

  “That’s not what I meant. Why do you want to torture me this way?”

  “But isn’t it a sweet torture?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “But enough. Fuck me.”

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and not before.” He flashed a broad smile at her. “But don’t hold back waiting for me. Come as often as you need to.” With that said, Adam worked his mouth back down
to her navel. As before, he knelt by her side and kept his hands to himself, relying only on tongue and lips to tease and caress.

  His lips moved along the hairline guiding him to her pussy. Sarah’s body stilled in apparent anticipation. But he didn’t follow that hair line to its conclusion. He traced a path to her thigh and kissed his way to her knee. There he paused long enough to discover that it, too, was an erotic zone for her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she already knew that. He licked a path along her calf and ankle. She had the creamiest skin he’d ever seen, right down to her toes.

  When he shifted his position to work up her other side, Sarah thrashed as if undergoing great pain. “Hasn’t anyone ever taken the time to love you slowly and thoroughly,” he said lightly when he reached her knee. She didn’t answer.

  He advanced up her inner thigh. Again, Sarah’s body quieted. Was she uncertain what he might do next? She should be. He stopped.

  “No,” she cried. “Touch me, please. My pussy.” She lowered both hands across her belly.

  Adam grabbed her wrists and held them tight. His mouth hovered over her mound. “No,” he countered. “I don’t need your help.” Her pelvis bucked, demanding.

  He laughed against the outline of her moist lips. “You can be quite single minded, can’t you?” He blew at her pussy, starting at its bottom and moving toward its apex. He smiled at the hard nubbin peeking out at him. Adam tapped the clit with the end of his tongue and Sarah muttered, “Damn,” and was off again.

  He waited. Maybe she would learn he could be a very patient man when he wanted to be.

  “Enough,” she said.

  “Hardly,” he responded, lowering his tongue to her widening pussy. He slid it up and down her folds and then easily slithered into her portal.

  She gasped. She lay still and did not resist his hold on her wrists. She must be agonizing over what he would do next. Would he tongue her roughly to orgasm? Or would he continue taking her bit by bit to a monster climax?

  He proceeded to take her bit by bit.