One Sex Scene Too Far

by Larissa Vine

  “So what happens in the three sex scenes?” she asked. “What do you need help with?”

  “There are only two sex scenes.”

  “—Oh, right.” She was sure he’d said there were three before.

  “The first,” Luke said, “is a seduction scene. The hero is called Christoff. He’s a struggling author. He met the heroine, Georgette, at a society party. He’s pretty sure that she’s a virgin. Anyway, he invites her for a picnic and seduces her under a sycamore tree. “

  Luke paused and glanced toward the window, presumably at the snow.

  “I guess we’ll have to imagine the tree,” he continued.

  He got up and disappeared from the room. He returned with a grey silk sheet, which he spread like a picnic blanket onto the rug. They sat down on the blanket.

  “Christoff has to be gentle,” Luke said. “The kiss needs to be slow and sensuous. He doesn’t want to scare off Georgette.”

  “Slow and sensuous, right,” Robin repeated like she was remembering items on a shopping list.

  Luke leaned toward her and cupped her face with his hands. Then he brushed his lips forward and backward over hers. She reeled back. It was like an electric shock. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, but her whole body tingled.

  He parted her lips with his tongue and slipped it into her mouth. Sparks exploded inside Robin’s body. She realized that she didn’t want to be the wishy-washy Georgette. She wanted to coil herself around him and kiss him like they were the only people left on the planet and the world was about to explode.

  Luke ended the kiss.

  Robin was so frustrated that she glared at him.

  “Is everything all right?” he asked.

  She nodded. All right, pah. She was far from all right. She felt unsettled and extremely turned on.

  “So what happens next?” she asked.

  Luke’s brow creased in thought. “Okay, next he kisses her down the neck.”

  “‘Down the neck.’ You’ll need to come up with a better description than that. Are they butterfly kisses?”

  Luke’s eyes lit up. “Butterfly kisses. I like that.”

  He leaned in and brushed his lips behind Robin’s ear.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  He trailed kisses down her neck to the base of her throat.

  “What’s next?” she asked. She was beginning to enjoy this.

  “Well,” Luke said. “Georgette was wearing a pair of dainty sandals, but she took them off to sit on the rug. Christoff takes her foot and sucks her toe. Only we can’t do that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re wearing socks.”

  He caught her gaze. Robin’s pulse ratcheted even higher. She knew what was happening. Clothes on. Those were the rules she’d set. If she took off her socks, she knew she’d start down a slippery hill. What other things was she prepared to remove?

  She peeled off her sock and laid it on the rug. Luke knelt in front of her. He lifted up her foot and nibbled the arch. Robin’s nipples hardened. He popped her toe into his mouth and started to suck it.

  Robin moaned.

  “Okay, next,” Luke said. “I have him going straight in for the kill, so to speak.”

  Robin gasped. “‘In for the kill.’ That’s so unromantic. She’s a virgin. He has to try way harder than that. Keep imagining I’m her. What would you do to seduce me?”

  Luke groaned. “Christ. What wouldn’t I do? First, I would undress you.”

  He caught her gaze. The air seemed to hum in Robin’s ears. He was pushing her to cross a dividing line. The moment dragged on, telescoping outward. She could no longer tell what was real and what was fiction.

  It felt like she was watching herself from above. She saw herself take off her top and face Luke in her bra. He stared at her tits with frank admiration. Then he reached behind her, and without fumbling, he unhooked her bra.

  “Christ, look at these puppies.” He buried his face into her breasts.

  She wanted him to rub his face across them, so that she could feel the scratch of his stubble.

  His lips moved to her nipples, suckling and nipping and nuzzling.

  “Take off your skirt.” His voice was soft.

  Robin unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off.

  “Very good,” Luke said. “And now your panties.”

  With shaking hands, she unhooked her panties from her hips and eased them down past her thighs. Rivulets of cream trickled out of her pussy. She imagined Luke lapping them up with his hungry tongue.

  He licked his finger. With agonizing slowness, he traced the wet digit up the inside of her leg. It left a tingly trail of wet.

  He reached the top of her thigh. She moaned and spread her legs apart. She imagined his finger inside her. Two fingers. No, the whole hand. She fantasized about the scrape of his knuckles as she rocked against him.

  Luke blew on her slit. She groaned. He began to lick her there with the soft little licks of a kitten.

  Lick harder, Robin thought. Deeper. She wanted his tongue to rasp over her clit. But he held off. He was clearly trying not to overwhelm the virgin Georgette.

  “Now Christoff undresses,” he announced.

  Robin smiled. Yay, at last she’d get the chance to see him. It didn’t seem fair that she was the only one who was naked.

  She watched Luke unbutton his shirt and let it flutter to the floor. Wow, he was ripped. She took in the veins along his biceps and his corrugated stomach. The muscles were like a wall.

  He took off his jeans. His erection pressed through his silk boxer shorts. With a grin, he pulled them down over his muscular thighs. His cock twanged up.

  Robin’s eyes popped. It was huge, a good ten inches. And so thick. Would it even fit?

  The mushroom head glistened with pre-cum. She had the crazy urge to swirl her tongue over it and taste its saltiness. But she couldn’t because she was Georgette, a girl who was too innocent to be dishing out blowjobs.

  Luke picked up his jeans from the floor. He pulled his wallet from the pocket and took out a silver square of foil. He turned away from Robin. When he swiveled back, he was wearing a condom. He came up to her, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

  She lay down on the rug and he climbed on top of her. Then he cruised his cock back and forward over her slit. Cruising, cruising. Back and forth, forth and back until she was dizzy with longing.

  Just when she could bear it no more, he eased his cock into her. She gasped. It hurt and she wasn’t even a virgin. He began to move inside her. The pressure against her vagina was so much that she wanted to scream and dig her nails into his back.

  With every thrust, he moved his chest over the tips of her swollen nipples. She arched herself toward him so that her nipples pressed into his chest.

  Luke changed things up. He began to grind inside her in a figure-of-eight motion that hit all of the right places. At the same time, he touched the nub of her clit. A whinnying sound came from Robin’s lips. It was too much all at once. His hand on her clit. That glorious figure-of-eight motion...

  A wave began to ripple inside. It moved up through her body growing bigger and bigger until she couldn’t hold it back. She shrieked. Stiffened. Then came.

  Luke must have been holding back, too, because he began to pump faster inside her. He groaned and made animal noises. He cried out, then collapsed on top of her. She imagined his spunk filling her body.

  They lay entwined. Robin bet that Luke, like her, was basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

  He climbed off of her and walked naked out of the living room. She guessed that he’d gone to the bathroom to deal with the condom. She remembered that she was Georgette lying sated on the picnic blanket. She took the edges of the sheet and arranged them artistically over herself so that they covered sections of her thighs and breasts. Pleased with how she looked, she lay back and waited for Luke to return.

  She waited. And waited. Five minutes changed into ten. At last, Robin had had enough. Wh
ere the hell was he? She stood up, wrapped the sheet around her like a dress, and stepped out of the room.

  She found Luke in the study. He sat at a desk with a towel wound around his waist. He was typing on his laptop. His fingers were a blur.

  Robin smiled. She knew what he was doing. He was describing their lovemaking. He was immortalizing her in his book.

  She came up behind him.

  “Hey,” she said softly.

  He continued to type at the same frantic speed.

  She cleared her throat. “Hey.”

  Luke jumped and jerked his head around. He seemed so preoccupied that it was like he was seeing her for the first time.

  “Did that help?” she asked.

  He grinned. “You’re amazing.”

  “So what’s the next scene?”

  His jaw went loose. “You want to do it right now? You are keen. The scene’s at a lake. The sex is much harder.”

  “Wow, Georgette really has progressed.”

  Luke shook his head. “Actually, it’s not with Georgette, although, Christoff is betrothed to her by now. But he’s secretly been seeing a girl from the village called Beatrice. Anyway…” Luke continued. “Beatrice persuades Christoff to swim naked in the lake. A passerby nearly catches them.”

  “Christoff is furious that Beatrice has nearly jeopardized his engagement. He knows that gossip spreads around the village like wildfire. They leave the lake and he takes her to the woods where he spanks her. Is that okay? About the spanking I mean?”

  Robin’s nipples hardened. She’s never been spanked before, but it sounded hot. This really was an evening of firsts.

  “But how can we recreate the lake?” she asked. “Will it be your bath?”

  A grin spread across Luke’s face. “No, I’ve got a much better idea.”

  He left the study and returned with two night robes, a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, and a pair of champagne flutes. They slipped on the robes.

  Robin nodded at the champagne. “Is that in the book?”

  Luke smiled. “We have to take some artistic license. Come on.”

  He led Robin out of his apartment, across the hall, and into the elevator, which they rode to the roof level.

  When they stepped out of the elevator, she gasped. “Oh my God. So this is the lake.”

  In front of her rippled a pool. It was half the size of an Olympic one. Its water was aqua under the glare of the lights. It smelled like chlorine.

  Luke turned to Robin and kissed her. The kiss left her panting.

  “Take off my dressing gown,” he said.

  “But someone might come in.”

  “That’s my line. I’m the one who’s supposed to be reluctant. Go on.”

  Robin hesitated. She reached for the knot in the cord of the gown and tugged it undone. She peeled the gown off of Luke’s shoulders and watched it crumple onto the tiles.

  Wow, he was gorgeous. His cock was already erect. She took in its impressive girth. She eyed his defined chest and the width of his shoulders.

  She had one more second to admire his body before he ran to the edge of the pool. He dived cleanly into the water. Robin guessed that she should follow him.

  She walked to the edge and did a rather splashy dive into the water. It was so cold that she gasped. She rose, spluttering, up to the surface.

  Luke was treading water in the middle of the pool. She swam up to him. He looked even more handsome with his hair slicked back. The water had spiked his eyelashes into points.

  “Now what happens?” she asked.

  “We leave the lake. Then Christoff takes Beatrice into the woods to punish her.”

  “He doesn’t sound very nice,” Robin muttered.

  Even still, her breath had quickened.

  They swam to the edge of the pool and got out dripping. Robin stood and shivered on the tiles.

  “Christoff orders Beatrice to get onto her hands and knees,” Luke said.

  Robin’s breath hitched. As instructed, she got onto all fours. The tiles dug into her knees. She had never felt so naked before. Or so vulnerable.

  “This won’t hurt,” Luke said. “It will just sting. And remember, we can stop at any time.”

  Her hair was dripping down her shoulder blades. He lifted it up then nuzzled the back of her neck with his lips. She felt the dig of his teeth.

  Slap. She flinched, as Luke spanked her. The hit hadn’t been hard. It just tingled like Luke had said. He put his hand on her butt and caressed it better.

  Slap. She winced. He hit her again on the other butt cheek. Again, he fondled her ass.

  Slap. By now, she knew the drill and she waited for the caress. Sure enough it came.

  Slap.

  Slap.

  There was fire everywhere. Even in places he hadn’t touched. Fire in her skin. Fire on her pussy. It seemed like the world had narrowed to just two things—the caress of Luke’s hand and the sting from his fingers.

  She felt Luke part the cheeks of her ass. He spat onto her slit. Cream slid down the inside of her thighs.

  “I’m going to punish you real good,” he growled.

  Robin gasped. This was hot. No one had ever talked dirty to her before.

  Luke thrust his dick into her right up to the hilt. It was so hard and deep that she cried out. He began to fuck her, moving in and out of her like a jackhammer. Thud, thud. She heard the thud of his balls against her. It was harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. On and on. He had so much stamina. Sweat beaded her forehead. The tiles were really killing her knees. Her pussy rippled around his cock. She felt the stretch and burn as he moved in and out of her.

  Robin’s last thread of control snapped inside her. She felt the electric pulse of an orgasm charge through her. Luke came too, making animal sounds.

  She stayed, panting, on her hands and knees on the tiles.

  Luke got up and pulled her to her feet. “You’re trembling. You must be freezing. Wait. I know how to warm you up.”

  He walked off to the area behind the deep end. Robin stood feeling self-conscious. She was still shaking from what had happened. She watched Luke put on his robe. He grabbed her dressing gown, the champagne and the glasses, and brought them back to her.

  “Are you okay?” He draped the dressing gown around her shoulders.

  She nodded.

  He took her hand and led her around the side of the pool. They walked through a door and onto the flat roof. The wind whipped over the barrier and sliced into Robin’s face. She recoiled. Wow, it was cold. They were so high up that she felt dizzy. Luke’s high rise was the tallest in the city, apart from the Trump Tower.

  Vancouver stretched out before her—one half water, the other half city. She saw the arteries of the roads and the glittering dots of the bars and the shops way below.

  Luke led her to the hot tub. The paving slabs were icy beneath her feet. With a grunt, he hefted the cover off of the tub and let it drop onto the paving slabs. Then he took off his dressing gown and climbed cautiously into the water.

  Robin got in, too. Sighing, she sat on one of the seats that was built into the lip of the tub. The water rose up to her neck. It was deliciously hot. Luke pushed a button and bubbles frothed from the jets.

  They didn’t speak but sat in peaceful silence. Robin has happy just to be with him.

  “This is amazing,” she spoke at last, her words projecting into the night. “How long have you lived here?”

  “Eight years,” Luke said. “I moved here after Sam Mendes bought the rights to one of my books. This place—I can never quite believe how lucky I am.”

  “So you didn’t grow up rich?”

  Luke’s face clouded over. “Quite the opposite. My stepdad had a drinking problem. I didn’t go hungry but—” he trailed off.

  Robin’s heart tugged. She could hear the hurt and vulnerability in his voice.

  “You know why I suck at writing romances?” he asked.

  “Why?”

  “Becaus
e I’m not making them beautiful enough.”

  “Oh, they have to be beautiful,” she said. “They need to be an escape.”

  “Why? Romances can be real.”

  Robin glared at him. “Crap.”

  “Cynic.” He splashed some water at her.

  She laughed and splashed him back.

  His “little boy lost” look had gone. He was confident and in control again. But she’d seen his vulnerable side. And she was amazed at how much she’d liked it.

  Chapter Four

  After the hot tub, they went back downstairs and made love around the house. When they finally went to bed, Robin was so exhausted that she expected to pass out at once. But she didn’t. She was too charged to sleep. Her bum cheeks were tender from where he’d spanked her. She felt sore inside, too. But a good sore. He’d really stretched her.

  She lay next to Luke in the semi-darkness, watching his chest rise and fall and listening to the suck and swell of his breath. He didn’t snore. Of course he didn’t. He was far too perfect to snore.

  Don’t fall for him, she told herself. This wasn’t real. It was just a fantasy for his book.

  ****

  On Saturday, they had a love-in. Luke made love to her again and again—against the glass wall of the shower, on the kitchen work surface, and on the vast wool rug.

  “You really love sex, don’t you?” he said at one point, wonder filling his voice.

  He was a kick-ass cook. He made them scrambled eggs infused with thyme and a salad paired with moon-blush tomatoes. Outside, the wind whined and howled around the tower. The sky was as grey as iron. White caps puckered the ocean. Clouds obliterated the mountains.

  Robin found she was falling deeper for Luke despite her warning to herself. She became hooked on the music of his laugh and on the rhythm of his voice. He never talked over her and always listened to what she had to say.

  Under his kind gaze, she found herself telling him about her mum and dad.

  “I’m not sure if they ever loved each other,” she said. “Or maybe they did, then they fell out of love. Or perhaps my mum picked the first guy who came along. By the time I was growing up they hated each other. That’s what always happens.”