He eased his mouth away from her hot pussy. A look of disappointment flashed through her eyes.
“You’ve treated me to your surprise.” His words came out in a raspy whisper. “And it was incredible…beautiful and tantalizing. Now, it’s my turn.”
He moved her off his chest, leaned over to the nightstand, and took a jar from the drawer.
“This is the one good thing that came from Tim’s party last night.” He held the jar up for her to see and extended a wicked little grin. “Chocolate body paint.”
“Really?” Desire glowed in the depths of her eyes. She took the jar from him and read the label. “Mmm, it says it’s edible. What a delicious thought. And I know just how to serve it.”
She broke the seal on the jar, removed the lid, and sniffed the contents. “Smells good.” She took some on her finger and put it in her mouth. “Tastes good, too.”
“So, it passes your inspection? I wasn’t sure which flavor to take. Tim also had cinnamon, cherry, and mint. But I decided everyone loves chocolate.”
“Chocolate is definitely my preference.” A sexy smile lit her face. “Just relax. This won’t hurt a bit.”
Vicki slowly and sensually covered his erection with the body paint until not a speck of skin showed. Then she covered his balls. She licked her lips. His cock unadorned had been a thing of beauty from the moment she’d first seen it standing hard, thick, and tall. And now, covered in one of her favorite treats? Absolutely irresistible.
“My, my, my, that definitely looks like the kind of chocolate covered lollipop that deserves to be licked clean.”
A long slow swipe of her tongue started at the base and moved up the underside of his shaft to the tip, setting the pace for what would come next. Each lap of her tongue along his length removed a little more of the chocolate. And each foray elicited a low moan of delight from him that tantalized her senses. Blake Callahan’s chocolate covered cock…what a terrific combination of treats. A delicious late morning snack to be savored and not rushed.
Her pussy tingled with excitement as each flick of chocolate disappeared into her mouth. She ran her hands across his chest, her fingers touching the hard planes of his sculpted body. Everything about him excited her more than she thought possible, more than she believed could ever be.
Slowly, sensually, the chocolate disappeared, first from his cock, and then from his balls. His tense muscles and deep growls told her how much he enjoyed her attentions. And she loved providing him with the pleasure just as she reveled in the ecstasy he gave her.
“Hand me that jar.” Blake’s husky voice carried all the desire flowing through his body. “I see something that would taste great covered in chocolate.”
He situated her on her back in the middle of the bed, her legs spread in an inviting manner. He painted the outline of her heart shaped curls, her clit, and pussy lips, then fully covered her breasts and added an extra dollop of chocolate on each nipple. He studied his handiwork for a moment, then gave another blob of chocolate to her clit. His sexy grin appeared, a grin she adored because it said pure lust and hedonism coursed through his veins and filled his thoughts. Something that always resulted in intense multiple orgasms for her.
“That definitely looks good enough to eat.” He drew in a deep breath, held it a moment, and then slowly exhaled. “And just visualizing that heart shape in my mind is enough to make my dick stand up and beg for attention.”
He flicked his tongue along the outline, licking the chocolate away from the design. His raspy words barely made it into the open. “You are so fucking incredible…so beautiful…so exciting…” He sucked some of the chocolate from her engorged clit, then flashed her a lewd grin. “And so tasty, too.”
His words stopped when he buried his face between her legs, licking her pussy lips and sucking her clit until all the chocolate had disappeared. And each stroke of his tongue, each movement of his lips, sent orgasmic tremors through her body. Convulsive waves of total ecstasy assaulted her senses, one after another, until she didn’t know how much more her body could absorb. She became light-headed, fearing she might actually faint from the pure unbridled rapture.
Blake grabbed one of the condoms from the top of the nightstand and quickly rolled it on. He wanted to bury his cock in her inviting pussy. He needed it inside that hot, wet cocoon. He managed to maintain his control as he penetrated her one slow inch at a time, until his dick had become fully embedded in her tunnel. A low rumble of intense pleasure clawed its way out of his throat. No one had ever given him greater physical pleasure than she did when he made love to her. Each time became more thrilling than the last, more intense physically, more enthralling—and emotionally overwhelming.
He licked the chocolate from her breasts and sucked it from her nipples. All the while, he kept up a smooth rhythm of delving into her and pulling back, then shoving in again. She met each of his down strokes with an upward thrust of her hips. They moved in harmony, completely attuned to each other’s needs and desires. Stroke after stroke, the excitement built. He pumped harder and faster. She urged him on with her response, matching his increased level of fervor with zeal. He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, his tongue darting in and exploring and her tongue meshing with his in an ancient mating ritual. Each flooding the other’s mouth with the tantalizing taste of chocolate.
Multiple orgasms rippled through her pussy. She tightened her hold on him, moving her legs from his hips upward to encircle his waist. Her hands played across his tautly muscled back, moving erratically each time he plunged his marvelous cock into her depths. He gave one final deep thrust, then his body shuddered with hard spasms.
They continued to make love. Sometimes in a heated frenzy of passion. Sometimes slow and loving. Sex would give way to periods of quiet togetherness, words being unnecessary. Then the embers would burst into incendiary sparks, igniting their passions again until exhaustion finally claimed them. They held each other, reveling in the blissful contentment of total and complete satisfaction.
Blake’s addiction to her had gotten another fix, but it only made him want more. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Morning, noon, and night. Anywhere and everywhere. Any way and every way. His thoughts tried to turn to what would happen when it came time for her to move on, to pursue the rest of her declared agenda of living on campus and getting her master’s degree. He shook away the thoughts. To deal with them would mean he needed to face his own future, to make a decision about returning to his faculty position as a department head at the same university.
It meant he would need to acknowledge the future and make decisions about his place in the scheme of things. He forced the confusion aside. He wasn’t ready to deal with it, at least not yet.
He pulled his still half-hard dick from her pussy and folded her in his embrace. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of contentment and desire. She exuded a passion that reached out to him. The pink flush of orgasm covered her damp face in a beauty that touched his senses on all levels. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to deal with the future yet, but he could no longer stop it from seeping into his thoughts. And the future seemed to be synonymous with Victoria Templeton.
She snuggled into his arms as naturally as if she had been doing it for years rather than barely over a week. She gently fondled his balls. He placed a tender kiss on her lips to let her know how much he enjoyed her touch. And he continued to hold her, to bask in a contentment he hadn’t known since the day his son died. It all felt so right.
Morning had become afternoon. The movie they wanted to see started in an hour. He brushed a soft kiss across her mouth. “I’ll race you to the shower to see who gets to use it first.” His sexy grin spread across his face. “Unless you want to save time by showering together.”
“You know as well as I do that showering together may save water, but it definitely won’t save any time.” She flicked the tip of her tongue against his lower lip. “In fact, there’s only one place that can lead, and it’s not into the village to s
ee a movie.”
“You’re right.” But instead of getting out of bed, he slipped a finger between her pussy lips and wiggled it inside her.
She let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and allowed the sensation to wash over her for a moment. Then she batted at his hand. “That’s not going to get us to the movies, either.”
“Once again, you’re right. I’ll let you shower first.” He sat up and glanced out the window. “Looks like the storm clouds have cleared off. We can walk into the village.”
“I won’t be long.” She scooted out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.
****
Vicki and Blake casually strolled hand-in-hand the two blocks back to the house after enjoying an early dinner at a quaint little Italian restaurant following the movie. They talked quietly as they walked along the street. When they arrived home, he poured two glasses of wine and carried them out onto the deck where they watched the sky turn from sunset to night. Down the beach, the lights from the businesses along the pier shone brightly. Faint music floated on the air from somewhere up the beach.
She finally broke the silence, not because it was uncomfortable but because there had been something on her mind for the last hour.
“Tomorrow is Monday. I’m going to file a police report about Mr. Edwards then I’ll be in my office working. Do you have any plans for the day?”
“I really haven’t given it any thought. I guess I’ll work with my stunt kites and see if I can come up with a routine so I can enter the contest.” He glanced over at her. “Why do you ask?”
“No particular reason. It’s just that I’ve never spent time around someone who didn’t have a job or any type of standard routine during the work week. I wasn’t sure what you normally did with your time.”
Her words sent warning signals to Blake, setting his senses on alert. What kind of hidden meaning lurked behind her question? On one hand, he had to admit his life had become a daily routine in which he didn’t accomplish anything, as if he had no purpose anymore. But for two years he had been content to settle for that. Just get through today without thinking about tomorrow. Now, however, her question caused a ripple of something he couldn’t quite identify—part resentment, part guilt. It had been a valid question, but that didn’t mean he wanted to face it.
She had become more important to him than he’d ever believed anyone could, and at a lightning speed that literally boggled the mind and took his breath away nearly as much as she did. He had already lost someone who meant more to him than life itself. He couldn’t handle it happening again. Two starkly different realities poised on the brink of battle.
He stared out at the ocean, making it obvious to Vicki that she wouldn’t be getting any more of a response to her question than he’d already given, almost as if he were afraid to answer it. Something very personal remained hidden deep inside him, something he didn’t want to share. Intellectually, she understood and accepted that, but emotionally she felt shut out, as if he had closed a door on her and refused to share what he kept locked behind it.
A cool breeze wafted across the deck, sending a shiver rippling over her skin.
“It’s a little chilly out here.” She set her wine glass on the small table and stood. “I’m going to put on a sweater. I’ll be right back.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the shiver was due to more than just the temperature. Blake seemed to be suddenly pulling away from her, and she didn’t know why. Had their relationship been nothing more than hot, heavy sex, which he felt had run its course? Had he decided it had been a mistake to ask her to stay in his house for the summer?
She climbed the stairs to the second floor. An uncomfortable sensation of foreboding closed in around her. A sound from Blake’s bedroom interrupted her mounting panic. She stopped at his door and flipped on the light switch. “Ty-Ling! What have you done?”
The cat scampered from the top of Blake’s dresser and darted out the door, leaving the contents of an overturned box scattered on the floor.
Vicki rushed inside to clean up the cat’s mess. She grabbed the various papers, a video disc, several photographs, and placed them back in the box. All except one. The photograph showed Blake and a little boy who looked to be about six years-old. After placing the box on top of the dresser, she sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the picture. She turned it over to see if anything was written on the back. All she saw was a date indicating the photo had been taken two and a half years ago. Who was the little boy? A relative? A friend’s child?
“What the hell are you doing?” Blake’s angry voice sliced through the air, cutting off her thoughts. She jerked to attention and found an equally furious looking Blake standing in the doorway scowling at her. He crossed the room in several quick, long strides and grabbed the photograph from her hands. He placed it in the box with everything else, then put the container on the top shelf of his closet.
He whirled and faced her. “Why were you going through my personal belongings?”
“I—I wasn’t. It was on the floor—”
“Stay out of my things.” He snapped out the words as if not even aware she’d been talking, then turned and ran down the stairs. She heard the outside door open and slam shut…then silence.
Her insides collapsed into a jumbled mess, as if he’d slammed the door shut on whatever future they might have had together. Tears welled in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. The last thing she wanted to do was cry. But she didn’t seem to be able to stop or control the tremors. A sick churning knotted in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t have been more stunned if he had actually struck her. Nor could she have been suffering more anguish or been in any greater emotional pain.
She glanced at the box on the closet shelf. What did it contain that had caused such an irrational, angry outburst? More tears ran down her cheeks, only this time she didn’t make any effort to wipe them away. Wave after wave of raw pain crashed through her body, draining her of all energy. Whatever that box contained, it was obviously an issue for him. As much as she wanted to know what was in it, she resisted the urge to take it from the shelf.
She tried to assemble her thoughts into a pragmatic mode, to brush aside her pain and focus on the problem at hand. Somehow she had to force Blake to listen to her explanation, to make him understand she hadn’t been prying into his life or snooping in his personal belongings. But how?
She tried to stand up, but her legs had turned to lead. After finally struggling to her feet, she retreated to her bedroom. What to think? What to do? How to make him listen? She had too many questions and no answers. She tried to inject some calm into the sudden chaos that had erupted around her, but without much success. In the past, she’d been able to maintain her strong determination without any difficulty once she set her mind on a course of action.
She’d always known exactly what she wanted out of life and how to get there. Hard work and dedication to her chosen course of action had been her credo. Then suddenly this man had turned her carefully planned life upside down. Even thinking straight had become a formidable task. Whatever he had chosen to lock away inside him had to somehow be tied to the contents of the box.
After gulping in several steadying breaths, she squared her shoulders and set her resolve. One way or another, she’d make him listen to her explanation about why she was in his bedroom holding the photograph, even if she had to tie him to a chair. According to the standards she’d set for her life and had always believed were important, Blake Callahan was wrong for her in every way. So why did everything about him feel so right?
She had no intention of allowing him to slip through her fingers due to nothing more than some stupid misunderstanding. She hurried downstairs, adamant about forcing him to hear what she had to say. But, to her dismay, he was nowhere to be found, not in the house or on the deck. His car was in the garage, so wherever he’d gone couldn’t be all that far away since he was on foot.
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sp; Vicki returned to the deck, plopped into her chair, and picked up the glass of wine she’d left there before going upstairs. He wasn’t going to escape her that easily. He had to come home eventually, and she would be waiting for him.
Regardless of what kind of an attitude he chose to display, no matter how angry he seemed to be, she would make him listen.
Chapter Nine
Blake slowed his pace, then finally came to a halt. He bent forward with his hands on his thighs and gulped in deep breaths. He’d jogged down the beach on the bike path for over a mile, going well beyond the pier. Total confusion continued to swirl through his mind along with anger, hurt, guilt, shame, embarrassment, and some other emotions he couldn’t even identify. Lashing out at Vicki, losing his temper when he’d seen her holding the photograph of his son, had been a stupid knee-jerk reaction.
She had no way of knowing what the contents of the box meant to him. She had tried to tell him something, but he’d only compounded his fuck-up by storming out of the room without listening to her. He never should have done that, either. It was totally unacceptable behavior, especially toward someone he cared about as much as he cared for Vicki.
Cared about. The words were wholly inadequate to accurately describe his feelings for her. But the word love still scared him. A little over a week ago, he hadn’t even known Vicki existed. No one falls in love in a week. They develop an infatuation, yes. Lust, most definitely. But love? Yet, he felt as if he had known her for a lifetime.
He straightened and stared out at the ocean. The full moon shimmered across the water, casting a silvery glow over everything. Thoughts of Vicki flooded his mind. Memories assaulted every fiber of his existence. Her touch, her taste, her scent, the sound of her voice, waking in the morning with her sleeping in his arms, just knowing she was near. Somehow he had to make things right. But could he do that without committing to a relationship? Just the thought of commitment sent a cold shiver rippling across his skin.
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