by Anthology
I can’t stop myself from arching back against him, pressing my breasts up into his hands. I can’t pretend this isn’t me, that these aren’t my breasts being teased with his nimble fingers. I can’t pretend that I don’t want more, even as I resent the desire. My body comes alive in the reflection on the glass, bending and swaying as he plays my body with his fingers.
“Caroline,” he murmurs in my ear. I’ve always liked the way my name sounds in those cultured tones. It will never sound the same coming from anyone else’s lips and the thought makes me sigh.
I untie the knot at my waist and unwrap the pareo. It slides down my hips and falls to join the bikini top on the carpet. Alan watches in the glass as I bare myself for him and I hear his breath catch. He clutches my breasts a little tighter and I like the way his fingers dig into my sensitive flesh.
I slide one hand across my abdomen and down between my legs, over the smooth pussy I keep freshly shaved for him. As I slip a finger through the swollen folds, it becomes slick with the juices of my arousal. We are still watching each other in the glass and I catch his hooded gaze. I plunge two fingers into my aching sex, coating them with my cream and I swear his eyes darken, his breath becomes shallower. My inner muscles clench on my fingers, reluctant to let them go, but I slide them back out, dragging them across my clit as I go because I simply can’t stop myself. I shiver a little as the tiny bit of friction sends a burst of sensations through my body.
Our eyes are still on our reflection in the window as I reach over my shoulder and slide the coated fingers into his mouth. He latches on to my fingers, sucking and licking them as he continues to knead my breasts. His moan is loud in my ear. Mine is too.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers, twisting them, sending jolts of arousal shooting through my body. I drop my head back against his shoulder, gasping at the sharp sensations. He releases my fingers from his mouth, kissing the fingertips as I slowly draw my hand across my shoulder and drop it back down to my side.
“Come to bed,” he says softly.
I want to tell him no. I want to pull him to the floor and fuck him on the soft carpet until I can’t think about all the reasons this is wrong, but I let him turn me around in his arms.
“Thank you,” he says, as if he understands my presence here is a gift I don’t bestow on many men.
On any men.
He takes my lips gently then, kissing me with an unfamiliar tenderness. His long fingers stroke my face as his lips slide across mine. I didn’t ask for tenderness. I don’t want it. I’m scared to death of it and so I pull away from him.
At least, I want to pull away. I think about pulling away, I really do. Instead I lean into the kiss, accepting the tenderness, taking incredible pleasure in it, even though it’s the last thing I should do. I find I’m giving it back too in a way I’ve never done before. I nibble on his lips instead of frantically crushing mine to his. I sway against his body, brushing against him instead of pressing hard. And all the time he’s stroking my skin, tempting me with tenderness, kissing me gently yet with a passion I can’t resist.
When I’m breathless from the kiss, mindless from his lips on mine, he steps away and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. Kissing me senseless must have been his plan all along, for I find myself climbing onto the soft bed without a sound. Find myself opening my arms to him.
He joins me on the mattress and lays me down, my head on a pillow as soft as clouds. The fabric beneath my body is as soft as silk, perhaps it even is silk. At the moment, I don’t care. I want to feel his hard body against mine and his cock deep within me, that’s all that matters right now.
I reach out to him, grasp his arms to pull him down on top of me, but he won’t let me rush things. He kisses my fingertips, his lips a mere tickle along my skin. Then he gently places my hands down on the mattress. He kneels beside me and I swear I can feel his gaze as it sweeps over me. Lust is evident in his expression, but there’s something more there, something I don’t even want to think about.
“Incredible,” he murmurs. He combs his fingers through my hair, spreading it out on the pillow around my head. I suddenly feel young and foolish again and although I know that shouldn’t be a good thing, at the moment it feels damn good. I smile up at him as I lie naked before him. On his bed of all places. With the light shining on us both. I have to be crazy.
“I’ve pictured you here so often,” he says, his voice soft and slow. “During these past weeks, when I’ve been missing you.” He sweeps his hands across my shoulders and down my arms. “I’ve dreamed of you here, lying on my bed, opening yourself to me, exactly like this.”
He’s been missing me? Why does the thought fill me with joy instead of apprehension? I lie relaxed beneath his fingers as they trail along my body. He tenderly runs his hands up and down along my arms, warming the skin, relaxing me further. Then he gently caresses my breasts, rolling his flat palm over my nipples. The incredible tingles flow through my body and it makes me smile like a fool.
He moves his hands lower, sweeping his fingers across my ribs, my abdomen, dipping into my navel. I nearly melt into the mattress, like paint left in the sun too long. Then his hand roams lower still, sliding between my thighs, slipping through the slick folds. I am so wet for him. I am so ready for him, but not with that frantic need that has churned within me in the past.
I have never been so aroused and yet so relaxed, and the sudden realization makes me tense up again. He’s been seducing me with his hands, damn him. With his practiced hands and nimble fingers. He’s been seducing me with his low voice telling me how beautiful I am. How much he wants me. How much he needs me.
My heart slams into my ribs. “I have to go,” I blurt out, struggling to sit up.
Is it fear that flashes in his eyes before he clutches my shoulders? “You can’t leave now,” he says. I can tell he intends for his voice to sound calm and seductive again, but I catch the underlying thread of desperation. “Don’t go, Caroline. Don’t leave like this.” He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my neck where my pulse must be pounding wildly. “We both need to finish this.”
He’s right. I can’t tell if my heart races from the panic or the arousal. “Turn off the light,” I demand.
With more patience than I could ever have, he gently lowers me back onto the mattress. He shakes his head. “I’m not hiding in the dark anymore. I want to see you as I make love to you. I want to see your body when it moves for me.”
He cups me between my legs and easily slides two fingers deep into my core. I rock my hips to take him deeper, there’s no way I can stay still. “I want to see the way your eyes darken when I plunge into your wet pussy. I want to see how shiny and puffy those pretty pink lips become when I play with them.” He smiles as I feel my face grow warm. “I want to see the way your skin flushes when I talk to you this way.”
It’s ridiculous for me to blush. I’ve heard him say much more graphic things to me. I’ve said them back to him, for heaven’s sake. But tonight is different. We’re not whispering these words in the dark when we’re hidden from each other’s eyes. The words seem to have more meaning as we lie together in his bed with no shadows to hide behind.
“I’m going to love every inch of your body,” he goes on before I have a chance to catch my breath. His lips follow the trail of his hands, sweeping up my arm, across my breasts, lingering on my nipples as he knows I want him to do. I have no defenses against this man tonight, and while in the back of my mind the thought frightens the hell out of me, my body rejoices and my heart hesitates at the edge of the lake, not yet daring to take the plunge.
I tangle my fingers in his soft hair as he runs his tongue across my stomach, dipping it into my navel as his fingers had done only minutes before. When his mouth reaches my swollen sex, I don’t recognize the moan that escapes my lips. His tongue is soft and wet as he sweeps the length of my aching pussy, laving my folds and sending my senses spinning. His chin is rough against my sensitive flesh, but it merely
spins the arousal even higher.
He doesn’t stop there. I almost whine when he leaves my pussy and I have to release my grasp on him. He ventures farther down my body, brushing his hands and lips across my sensitive inner thighs. My legs shake with delight. He nibbles his way down to my ankles, kissing, licking, sucking on my skin.
For the first time I enjoy taking it slow. I close my eyes and savor the sensations swirling through me, revel in the way his mouth plays my body.
And his hands. I’ve always loved his hands. When he reaches the bottom of the bed, he takes one of my feet in his hands and strums his fingers along the sensitive skin on the bottom. I practically purr. The roughness of his calloused fingers creates a delicious friction that adds to the shivers running through me. I want him to continue doing that for hours, the stroking and licking and sucking on my legs and feet. I want him to stop taking his good old time and get back to my throbbing pussy. I don’t know what I want anymore. I begin to wriggle my ass on the bed, unable to relax another moment.
He must sense my restlessness is back. He gently strokes my calf and begins a slow, wet trail with his mouth back up my other leg. I can’t lie still. I rock my hips in a futile attempt to relieve the divine pressure building between my legs. I grab for his head and cry out his name.
He catches my hands and kisses my damn fingers again. It was sweet the first couple times, but now I’m getting annoyed. I want those lips someplace else right now. I want that mouth between my legs. His lips pulling on my slick folds. That tongue rubbing on my swollen clit. He’s driving me crazy.
But maybe that’s his intent.
Finally, he finds his way back to that sweet spot between my legs. I sigh and spread wide open for him, trying not to think about the light shining above me, picking up the glistening moisture I can feel sliding from my core. And when he dives in, I don’t care about anything but finding that release.
It must be the musician in him that can nibble on my labia, tug on them with his teeth, rub his tongue along the folds and build the need in my body to a frantic crescendo. I clutch the silky comforter with my hands. I’m so close. So close. But then he slows down the strokes of his tongue before I hit the high note, softening the waves of arousal until it is no longer frantic but no less powerful.
“Alan!” I grab on to his head so he can’t leave, fearful he’s going to tease me again. The throbbing in my pussy echoes through my whole body. I pulse with overwhelming need. I fear he’s going to drag this out until I can’t take it any longer.
But then he sucks lightly on my clit and the orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave. I cry out as I never could do on the beach, bucking against his mouth, enduring the rub of his tongue over and over, taking me higher yet before I settle back down onto the mattress.
My breath comes in gasps. I realize my fingers are still clenched in his hair and I relax them, release him. I expect him to rise up and enter me. I’m ready for him to fill me. To feel the slide of his cock into my body. But he pauses at my breasts and gathers them in his hands.
“So beautiful,” he says.
He presses my breasts together and suckles one and then the other of my nipples. God, it’s wonderful. Prickles of the most incredible sensations shoot through my body. He keeps switching back and forth so that it’s almost as if he’s sucking on them both at the same time. My sensitive clit begins to throb again, my body to crave even more, all over again.
“Come here, Alan,” I find myself whispering. “Please come here.”
When he looks in my eyes, I’m spellbound by the desire on his face. Do I look at him like that? Is my desire so transparent? I hope not.
He leans over and grabs a condom from a drawer in the nightstand.
“Let me.” I sit up and take the package from him. In the past, he’s always hurriedly rolled on the condom in the darkness, just a task to get out of the way before we can fuck. But tonight seems to be all about drawing out the desire and I want to help with that.
He watches me silently as I slowly rip the package open. I draw the condom out of the package, but before I roll it on him, I lean over and take that magnificent cock into my mouth one more time. Such strength between my lips. Such power against my tongue. I take him as deep as I can until his rigid length hits the back of my throat. I’m enjoying the feel of him in my mouth so much that I speed up the ride, almost releasing him before taking him deep again. And again.
Alan groans and I look up at him, his cock still practically down my throat. His pleasure is reflected in the intense set of his jaw. The sweat-slicked sheen of his skin glistens in the light and I’m glad that this time I can appreciate the sight of him enjoying the ride I’m taking him on. I slide up until only the round, full head is still in my mouth. It’s slick and wet and I run my tongue along the ridge. I can taste the bit of fluid that seeps out of the slit at the top and so I begin to suck on the head of his cock.
He gasps and tenses. His hands grasp my shoulder. “Enough.” The word sounds strangled and I grin as I open my lips and let him out.
I slowly roll the condom over his rigid shaft, using both hands to stroke him as I do. His cock jerks in my hand, eager, impatient.
“Lie down,” he demands harshly and I can tell he’s reached the end of his endurance.
I drop back onto the mattress and open my arms to him. He stretches atop me and I welcome his hard body as it blankets mine. He covers my lips with his, hot and wet. The head of his cock rubs against my pussy and I almost cry, I’m so ready for him. His hard cock slides easily into my welcoming body. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close.
He moves slowly inside me, teasing my sensitive flesh. I relish the way he fills me and my inner muscles clench around his cock. He continues his assault on my mouth, licking and sucking, and I hungrily respond. Our breaths mingle. Our cries harmonize.
The slick slide of his cock against my flesh brings the buzz of desire rushing through my body again. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it in rhythm with his cock’s slow, sensual slide. His eyes are closed and I marvel at the way his long lashes lie upon his cheek.
I want to fuck him forever. When he’s inside me, when I’m wrapped around him like this, there is no past, there is no future. There’s only him and me. There’s only now. There’s only the slide of skin and the rush of arousal and the mindless slap of flesh against flesh.
That’s the way I like it. That’s the only way it can be.
I close my eyes as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. My body takes over, soaring to the strains of music he plucks from somewhere deep inside me. Tears slide from my eyes. I wrap my legs around his hips as my body flies, taking him up and over with me.
His body tenses and he groans into my mouth. His hips pump long and hard until he collapses, lying heavily on top of me. I let go of one shoulder to swipe at the wetness on my cheeks. Then I wind my arm around him again. Usually, I would be pushing him off me by now, but tonight there is something comforting about the warm weight of his body surrounding me. It’s been fifteen years since I slept in a man’s arms and I am more tempted tonight than I have ever been before.
Panic scrambles in my stomach and I push up on his shoulders. “I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry.” He rolls over so that he is lying beside me. He kisses my nose. “Be right back.” As soon as he disappears into the bathroom, I crawl out of the bed. I have to get out of here. I snatch up the pareo and wrap it around my hips with shaky hands. I hear him behind me before I can reach for the top.
“Don’t leave.”
Chapter Three
I turn around slowly. He looks so handsome, so thoroughly loved, and I want to throw myself into his arms. I wrap my arms around myself. “I have to go.”
“No, you don’t.” He takes a small step toward me and I fight the urge to back away as strongly as I fight the urge to throw myself into his arms. “There’s no one waiting for you at your lonely cottage. Stay here with me. I want to see the su
nrise with you.”
His voice seduces me again. “Sunrise?” I repeat stupidly, as if I’ve never heard the word before.
“I want to make you breakfast and watch you paint and walk the shore together hand in hand.” He takes my hand and leads me away from the bed. He must think to distract me by taking me through the sliding glass doors and out onto a long, second-story deck that runs the length of the house. Solid walls at either end block out the view of neighboring houses. Slender railings along the front barely interfere with the view of the lake. Two lounge chairs and a table sit in one corner of the deck. A large telescope stands in the other.
A few tiny spots of light from boats run across the lake in front of us. As I look out over the lake, I see that his house is built on a point at the edge of a cove. I walk over to the telescope. From the corner where it sits, I can see back to the beach. I put my hand on the cool metal and turn to throw a questioning gaze to Alan.
“How do you think I know when you’re at the beach?” He comes up to stand beside me, looking out toward the beach. Was he picturing me walking there, alone and needy?
How did he know? Did I even think about it? He simply appeared one night and I never questioned it. I just took him in my arms and seduced him. Or did he seduce me? It didn’t matter. I had to get out of here.
He stepped into my path. It hurt to look at him. “Stay, Caroline.”
The breeze pulls at my hair and I rub my arms. “I’m cold.”
“Stay. You need me.”
“I’m not the one watching like a peeping Tom, waiting for me to appear.”
“No, you’re the one wandering the beach, waiting for me to appear.”
I start to step around him, there’s plenty of room, but he puts his hands on my shoulders. The expression on his face is suddenly serious. A thread of dread snakes down my spine. He’s still gloriously naked. I’m only wearing the pareo around my hips. I wish I could grab a blanket to wrap around me, to protect me from whatever it is he’s about to say.
