by Tess Summers
He obviously kept in shape. His body still came to a delicious V at his waist, his core wonderfully defined. His arms were perfect wrapped around her–muscular but not bulging. She noticed the Marine logo on his right bicep. Brenna had never thought tattoos were sexy until right now. And damn, his was sexy.
He really was her hero–her very own Superman. She had been off-the-charts attracted to him before. There weren’t even words to quantify how sexy she found him now, and Brenna was dying to show her appreciation for him saving her.
Ron was staring at her with a look of pure lust as she lay on the bed, and she was glad she hadn’t skipped any workouts lately.
He sat still, observing her without saying a word for what felt like hours. “You are so goddamn sexy,” he finally muttered before enveloping her body in his, kissing her with passion as he pressed his hips against hers. She began to grind against him, feeling his body heat as she pressed her tits into his toned chest. He was thrusting back hard–they were basically fucking with their underwear on. Her panties were pushed inside her as his cock tried to find its way in, despite the cloth barrier between them. Her moans of desire grew, and she began to buck against him–her need to be filled by him almost overwhelming her. When he grabbed her face in both his hands, she winced in pain.
“Oh fuck, Brenna, I’m so sorry!”
That slowed the pace back down, and he was extra gentle when he kissed both cheeks.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?” He gestured to her undergarments. She sat up and went to slide her nylons off when he grabbed her hand. “No, leave those,” he said with a wink and evil grin, then reached behind her back and undid her bra, kissing her below her ear as he pulled the garment off.
He glided his hands down to her hips, outlining the waistband in her panties before sliding them to her ankles. He worked his way back up her body, kissing every inch along the way.
Hey, I wanted to do that to you!
When she felt him cupping her right breast in his palm while he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she decided not to protest–there would be time to explore his body later.
He began to knead both her tits in his hands and jiggle them, as if he were trying to determine their weight while he did. His mouth found its way back to her sensitive nipples, and she arched her back underneath him, offering more of herself to his mouth. He seemed to take delight in making her rosy peaks stiff, and they were standing at full attention for him.
Ron trailed his hand back down her stomach until he was between her lower lips and smiled as he rubbed her slit.
“You’re so wet, darlin’.”
Yeah, well keep calling me darlin’ in that southern drawl of yours and I’m only going to get wetter.
He was watching her face closely when he slowly slipped a finger inside her. Brenna raised her hips to thrust against his hand.
Fuck, that feels good.
He continued watching her while sliding another digit in, and was met with the same reaction. He was moving in and out of her in a slow rhythm, and she began to whimper, moving her hips in time with his fingers. He lowered his head and began to lick her labia while his fingers continued their steady pace. She gasped out loud and bucked against his face when his tongue found her clit. When he began to suck on her magic button, she moaned and grabbed a handful of sheets.
“Oh my God, Ron. That feels so amazing,” she cried out, arching her back again.
The vibrations from his mmm almost sent her over the edge. She reached down and touched his face with both hands until he looked up at her, his face glistening with her juices.
“Please stop. You’re going to make me come,” she begged.
He smiled devilishly and dove back into her pussy with fervor, flicking his tongue on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her at a faster pace. Her moans and the wet noises from between her legs seemed to echo in the room.
Just as she predicted, she came. And it was heavenly. She lay[AB1] there savoring the first orgasm she’d had with another person in as long as she could remember, feeling his warm skin on hers. His arms protectively around her made her want to stay like that forever.
She felt his cock enter her while she was still euphoric.
Oh my god, he felt so damn good inside her. He was thick and the sensation of being filled while he skillfully thrust in and out of her, made her feel like she was going to come again. When he picked up the pace and was balls deep inside her, she begged him not to stop.
He began to grunt, and held her hips tight as he rammed into her hard. The impact of the thrusts against her already sensitive nub sent her over the edge as he filled her with his cum. Her entire body convulsed with Orgasm Number Two.
Not that she was keeping score.
But if she were, by the time they finally fell asleep, the score was a lop-sided four to two, in her favor.
Chapter Ten
Brenna
Brenna woke up when she felt movement in the king size bed. That was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a while, and it caused her brain to recognize something was different. She looked over at the clock to see it was after ten. Five hours of sleep–she could get by on that.
Ron had obviously already been up. She could smell coffee, and she felt his underwear against her bare thigh. She happily recalled he wasn’t wearing any clothes when she fell asleep. When he noticed she was awake, he began stroking her hair.
“Good morning,” he said in a low voice.
“Happy New Year.” She rolled onto her side in order to nestle her butt against him so they could spoon. She immediately grimaced when the side of her face hit the pillow and turned back over to face him. He lightly traced his finger over her bruise.
“That looks like it hurts. I’m sorry I kept you from putting ice on it last night.”
She grinned and brought the sheet around her mouth when she answered him. “I’m not.”
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head no, then spoke into the sheet. “As long as I don’t touch it.”
“I’m sure you’re going to get some looks on the plane. What time is your flight?”
She gestured for him to hang on one second; she was not going to carry on a conversation with him without having brushed her teeth. Sliding out of bed, naked, she made her way to the bathroom.
*
Ron
Ron loved that she didn’t try to cover up her body and instead walked nude freely in front of him. He put his hands behind his head, leaning back against the pillows to enjoy the view.
With her hair brushed, she came back wearing his tuxedo shirt. He liked that view, too.
Smiling, she snuggled in next to him and put her arms around his waist, her head on his chest. He could smell toothpaste.
“To answer your question, I decided I’m not going to Tucson today after all. I’m just going to lay low for a few days and let myself heal before I venture out again. I have to remember to text my daughter and let her know I’m not coming. What about you? Do you need to be anywhere?”
He leaned over her and started unbuttoning his shirt she had on.
“I think I need to be right about here,” he said as he kissed in between her breasts.
Brenna giggled at first but was soon gasping when he swirled his tongue around her nipple while kneading her other boob in his hand. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer to her chest.
Her tits were amazing. He knew they were fake, but whoever her plastic surgeon was, he deserved some kind of award, because they damn sure felt real.
When he started sucking her nipple, she pushed him off her. With a seductive smile, she purred, “I need to shower.”
Ron waited in bed a few minutes until he heard the shower start. That was his cue.
He picked up the bottle of her body wash off the shower bench as he stood naked in the glass-block entrance, admiring her backside while the water sprayed her front.
“Need any help washing your b
ack?”
She turned around and grinned, her wet hair slicked back on her scalp. “As a matter of fact…”
Ron couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples when he stepped in and the mist started to wet his body. She took the bottle from him, poured body wash on her green bath sponge, and began to lather his chest. It smelled like flowers.
Brenna seemed to be taking her task very seriously, carefully studying his body while caressing it as she soaped up his skin. Chest, arms, chest again, stomach–she stopped to pour more body wash on her sponge, then turned him around to wash his back. He felt her tits rubbing against his spine when she began washing his shoulders. Turning around, he slid his arm around her so she was pressed against chest.
“I think you might have missed a spot.”
Playing along, she gasped, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” and squeezed the green, mesh ball from shoulder to shoulder so soap ran down his chest, then playfully used her tits to rub it around.
“Is that better?”
His cock was so stiff it was sticking straight up. “Oh, yeah,” he said with a sharp exhale.
After adding more soap, she grazed his dick with her boobs when she knelt down to wash his calves, taking her time to work her way up to his thighs. Using long, firm strokes, she reached the crease between his leg and hip.
Ron groaned when she reached over and carefully started to clean his balls, moving the loofah in gentle circles around each one and reaching under to lightly scrub there, too. She stood up and squeezed the sponge over his cock to drop more soap bubbles on him, grinding her pussy ever-so-slightly against his thigh as she did.
Using only her hand now, she began to caress up and down his sudsy shaft. Her fingers were small, and he liked the way they looked wrapped around his dick.
This was obviously not her first hand job. She knew exactly how to stroke him to the point he was about to explode, rubbing the sweet spot under the head with her thumb until precum dribbled out. She was watching his face while she fondled him and rubbed herself harder against his thigh when he pulled her in for a long kiss.
She continued stroking him while they kissed, and his hands began to wander over her wet body. She was soft and curvy in all the right places, and he reached between her legs to find her wet from her juices, not just the shower. Grabbing her ass and lifting her up, he pushed her against the shower wall and thrust hard into her. Ron loved watching her tits bounce as he penetrated her over and over. Her back flat against the tile with her legs around his waist, and her face contorted in pleasure while the shower continued cascading over them. She felt fucking amazing.
He had an idea and lifted her off him. Turning the shower head to jet spray, he adjusted it so it was blasting the shower bench, then he sat down and pulled her onto his lap–her back against him. Moving her legs apart, he slid his cock back inside her to fuck her from underneath. Brenna began to moan loudly and threw her head back against his chest when he spread her pussy lips apart with his hands so the jets would hit her clit. Ron held her firmly in place, splayed wide, when she started to wiggle from the intensity of the spray. It was obviously a brilliant idea because it didn’t take long before she started coming - hard. He started to pump her furiously when her pussy began to spasm and milk his cock, and soon felt his balls draw up. With a roar, he coated her inner walls with rope after rope of his cum.
Pushing his hips further back onto the bench, he leaned his head back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. She slid off him then turned around to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she murmured against his lips, pressing her forehead to his.
He still hadn’t quite caught his breath so all he could do was nod in agreement.
She smiled as she climbed off him, turned the shower head back to spray, and got under the water to clean herself. Watching her kept him from going flaccid, and he sat on the bench admiring her while she ran the soapy pouf all over her body.
Damn, she was incredible to look at, to feel, and to talk to. Someone he could have an intelligent conversation with at dinner, then take home and fuck senseless. Hadn’t he just wished for exactly that last night?
Don’t eff this up, Ron.
When she reached for the shampoo bottle he stood up and took it from her hand. Pouring probably too much into his palms, he rubbed them together, then began to massage her scalp with it as it lathered in her hair. He took his time working it through the blonde strands, enjoying being able to watch her with her eyes closed and head tilted back, an occasional “mmm” coming from her lips.
Ron turned her to rinse the suds out, running his fingers through her long hair to make sure all the soap was gone.
When the water was running clear from her hair, he put his arms around her waist from behind and began to nibble her neck. His hands slid up her belly to palm both her tits, gently squeezing while he pushed them together. Her boobs looked sexy as hell in his hands, and he would happily play with them all day, his cock growing hard at the thought. With a soft moan, Brenna leaned back against his chest, eyes closed, her arm curled behind his head while the shower rained down on them.
Turning around, she pulled his face close and began to nip at his lips. Ron closed his eyes as he returned the favor. When she pulled her mouth off his, he opened his eyes and found her looking at him–her eyes full of passion.
He gripped her face to kiss her harder, and she drew a sharp breath as if in pain.
Fuck! Her bruise.
“Oh God, darlin’, I’m so sorry!”
The corners of her mouth curled up. “It’s okay.”
Ron leaned down and kissed her cheek then grabbed the bottle of her fruity shampoo. He quickly washed his hair before shutting the water off and stepping out with her. He softly, but thoroughly, dried her from head to toe using a towel he had pulled from the rack. With a smirk, he made sure her tits and pussy received extra attention before draping the cotton cloth around her middle and tucking it in at her chest, swatting her butt as he did.
“Are you hungry?” He wrapped a towel around his waist after running it swiftly over his body.
“I am, but I think we should just get room service,” she replied, pointing to her bruised cheek.
“Good idea.”
Chapter Eleven
Brenna
Ron ordered them room service while Brenna texted Danielle that she wasn’t able to make it today. Fifteen seconds later, her phone was playing the ringtone for her daughter.
“Hi sweetie,” Brenna answered.
“Mom, is everything okay?”
Not wanting to upset her daughter, she downplayed the incident.
“I had a run-in at Ava’s wedding reception with someone I had been on a few dates with.”
“The guy who stood you up?”
Cassie has a big mouth.
“Yeah, him.”
“What happened?”
Taking a breath, Brenna answered, “We had a bit of an altercation, and he went to jail.”
Danielle’s voice rose an octave. “Oh my God! Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
Brenna tried reassuring her daughter. “I’m okay, really, I’m just a little shaken up so I’m going to stay in San Diego today. But I’m still planning on coming to Tucson at the end of the month to look for a place, so I’ll see you then.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, Mom? Is Cassie with you?”
Brenna shook her head, even though Danielle couldn’t see her doing so. “No, this happened at the hotel pretty late. The Plaza moved me to the Presidential Suite so I’m just going to take my time and probably go home later this afternoon.” She avoided answering her daughter’s second question.
Maybe she won’t notice.
Nope, she noticed.
Danielle repeated, “Is Cassie with you?”
Hmmm. What to say…
Brenna knew when she told Danielle that Cassie wasn’t there, her daughter would be worri
ed and want someone with her. So how did Brenna say she wasn’t alone, without explaining too much?
“No, she’s with Zona at the house. The person who came to my rescue is here with me.”
Her daughter paused, then drew her next words out. “Annnddd, does this person happen to be male?”
“Quite a nice looking one, as a matter of fact.” Brenna glanced over at Ron sitting on the couch. He winked at her.
Danielle began whispering, although Brenna wasn’t sure why, since she was on the phone and he couldn’t hear her anyway. “Mom! Did anything happen? Are you going to see him again?”
Brenna lied. “Okay, honey, room service is here, I have to go now.”
“You got room service?” the young girl squealed.
“Goodbye, Daughter. I love you.” Brenna hung up while Danielle was still peppering her with questions. Seven minutes later, Cassie’s ringtone was playing.
Brenna groaned, “It’s my sister.”
Ron chuckled. He had obviously overheard her conversation with Danielle.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
She sighed. She knew if she didn’t, her sister would just keep calling her.
“I’m fine, I’m coming home later today,” was how she answered.
Cassie was practically shouting. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”
“Didn’t you just hear me? I said I was fine. I’ll tell you about it when I get home.” She sounded more exasperated than she felt.
That didn’t deter Cassie. “And who is this mystery man Danielle said you’re with? He came to your rescue? How?”
“Cass, can we please talk about this when I get home?”
Once again, her sister didn’t take the hint. “Do I get to meet him?”
Brenna hadn’t thought about that. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“When?”
That brought a smile to Brenna’s lips. “I said I didn’t know!”
