by Ravyn Wilde
There were no tan lines on his body. Whether due to his heritage or because he sunbathed in the nude she had no idea. It wasn’t important other than the thought of him lying naked in the sun was a tantalizing visual. The overall effect of light mocha flesh over taut, muscular buttocks worked to speed her pulse and cause her breath to come out in ragged pants. The entire powerful package of the man as he lay in wait…for her hands to mold and sculpt every inch of him, made her impatient to proceed.
Well! Good thing there wasn’t enough light he could see her drool. He would, however, hear her panting if she didn’t get her body under some semblance of control.
Gray finally managed to calm his raging erection…until he felt Joey settle beside him and touch him for the first time with those warm, satiny hands. The body part he’d just managed to subdue sprang back to full life. He groaned in silent torment and prepared to withstand the pleasure-torture of her hands on his body. He wanted those sweet hands in one place…and it wasn’t on his backside.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her. He hissed when he felt her lie against his back. The full skin-to-skin contact made him realize she’d undressed before she started his massage. The thought of her kneeling naked over him to run her pretty little nipples over his back forced him to clench his hands in suppressed desire. The need to fill those hands with her grew with each sensual stroke. He wanted to turn over and grab her, ravage her. He didn’t know if he could summon enough control for this slow, erotic torment.
Enthralled with the feel and texture of Gray’s skin, Joey lingered over every inch of him…kneading, stroking and enjoying the ability to touch him, as she wanted. His flesh was so warm and supple. She especially enjoyed squeezing the cheeks of his butt.
She remembered reading in the book how other parts of her body could be used in the massage. She wanted to use her tongue, and her breasts. For a brief second she wondered if Gray would enjoy it as much as she knew she would. Well, this experience was about trying new things.
Keeping the back of one hand on his shoulder, she poured lotion into her upturned palm. Setting the lotion down, she switched hands and spread the lotion onto her own chest without rubbing it in. Then moving over him, she straddled his butt, pausing to enjoy the feel of his flesh pressed against her core. Smoothing the slippery skin of her breasts over his back she reveled in his moaned response.
He did enjoy it! And she was in heaven. The hot feel of his back pushing against her nipples made her clench in anticipation of what would come next. After several moments she shook herself, bringing her mind and body back to the present. She shifted off and to the side. In a low voice she asked Gray to roll over.
He didn’t answer her for a minute. When he did, his voice was tight. Strained. “Are you sure about this, Joey? I won’t be able to hide my body’s response to you. Maybe it would be better to stop here for the evening,” he murmured. His voice muffled in the cradle of his arms. He was asking her if she understood how far this would go if he turned over.
Joey sucked in a breath and smoothed her hand once more over his ass. She gave him a tight squeeze, not able to resist the urge to mold his buns with an appreciative grip; she nodded her head and realized immediately he couldn’t see her. “I’m sure, Gray,” Joey said as she withdrew, slipping her hand back down to her side.
“I’ll do everything in my power to let you control this, Joey. I am just not sure how much more I can take. If you want me to stop, say it. I’m a big boy and I can deal with a little frustration. We stop when you want to.” She could hear the steely resolve in his voice. He would only take this as far as she wanted.
Intent on not missing a thing, Joey watched Gray as he turned over. First she managed to keep her gaze on his beautiful eyes, noting the flare of heat when he turned and saw her sitting naked and cross-legged next to him. She slowly pulled her gaze away from his eyes to inspect the rest of his body. Oh, my! His broad chest glistened with a light coating of sweat. The dark disks of his nipples drew her gaze and she reached out her hand and settled it on his chest. She ran her thumb over one hard nub and he threw his head back and moaned. “Ahhh.”
She glanced lower. Just below his belly button a light sprinkling of hair led to his groin. His penis rose, thick and straining from a nest of black curls. It stiffened further and danced under her visual examination. She watched, fascinated, as a drop of moisture oozed from the tight purple head. The largest, most incredible cock she’d ever seen. It certainly put Two-Minute-Mike to shame.
“Joey.” Gray growled low in his throat, sounding impatient. “Please, Joey, touch me. Touch my cock. Forget the legs and feet. God, I can’t wait any longer.”
She glanced up and became ensnared in Gray’s intense and passionate gaze. Yeah, she could skip everything and go directly to the pulsating part of him that fascinated her. But she wouldn’t abandon her manual. She wasn’t sure how she should touch him… Mike had never been happy with her attempts. She consciously pulled herself away from those thoughts. They were not the present. Not now. She nodded and pushed against his chest with the hand that still played with his nipple. She forced his back down to the blanket and used her other hand to turn the book to the page she wanted. She poured more lotion into her palms.
The directions and pictures were explicit and simple. One of the suggestions recommended she lay her hand with her fingers lightly resting on his balls with her palm cupping the underside of his penis. Then, alternating her hands, she spread the lotion with a pulling motion. Dragging up from the pelvic floor and sliding over his balls and shaft. She could do this. His entire body twitched and contracted when she placed her hands around him. She watched in fascination, as his cock grew longer and harder with each stroke.
She noticed his hands were clenched. A quick glance at his face showed her he was also gritting his teeth. He held his head off the blanket, his eyes locked on her hands.
“You’re killing me, Joey,” he gasped.
She smiled in awe as he moved into her touch. The book called the next exercise the Squeezer. With one of her hands wrapped around his pulsing shaft, she cupped her other hand over the slick throbbing crown of his penis. The cupped hand had the fingers pressing all around the circumference and she slowly twisted while her other hand pumped him up and down
Gray’s hips thrust up and down with her teasing ministrations. He moaned as if in pain, but she could see he was just overcome with sensation. He dropped his head and thrashed back and forth on the sheet. While she pleasured him, the sight of his arousal and his enjoyment of her handwork made her body flush with anticipation. She needed to feel the blunt press of his arousal as it pushed past her slick entrance. She wanted her inner muscles to burn with the attempt to make room for him, to welcome him. As much as the sight of his shaft moving in her hands moved her, she didn’t want him to come this first time outside her body.
Releasing her hold on Gray, she quickly straddled his hips before he could protest the loss of her hands. She reached between them to position him at the entrance to her body. She stopped.
Gray met her eyes and his hands went to her hips. Fingers firmly digging into her ass, he kept her from taking him any further. “Condoms. In my bathing suit pocket,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
Joey nodded and raised her body back to sit on his legs with his erection waving proud and urgent in front of her. Gray moved to grab his suit and fumble for one of the little foil packets, tearing it open with his teeth. In one smooth move he covered himself and she began to ease herself up and over…
“Wait sweetheart, give me a minute or this will be over too soon,” he said as he sat up and settled her on his lap.
She sat on him with knees bent, a leg on either side of his hips. The lips of her cunt were spread open and snug against his shaft and she shuddered at the feel of him, hot and hard against her pussy. She rocked her hips up and down and slid along his length. Gray groaned madly and lifted his hand up to cup her face, turning her
so he could plunder her mouth.
Damn, the man could kiss. He kissed as if he delighted in the feel of her lips on his. He stroked her with his tongue, nipping at her lip with his teeth. His hand moved in a slow sensual slide down her body to cup her breast. He seemed to test her weight, strumming his fingers across her nipple and then plucking it in time to the thrust of his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned in heated response and again slid her body along his smooth shaft.
Gray moved his hands down her ribs and held one hip as he slipped his other hand between their bodies. She knew he would be drenched with her body’s wet eagerness. She went beyond being ready for him, shooting straight to frantic-with-need at his seeking touch. He slipped one finger inside her tight heat and flicked the small bud knotted in sharp arousal. She surged in wild demand against him. “Gray, I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. Now!”
Her passionate command spurred him to action. In one swift motion, he scooped her off his lap and turned her beneath him.
“Spread your legs for me, Joey. I’m at the end of my control.”
She spread her legs wide, bending at the knees and gasping for breath as their flesh met. Burned. Flexing his hips, he slid his cock into her tight folds and with a single smooth thrust, Gray entered her. And buried himself balls-deep.
Filled to overflowing, Joey moaned. The moan turned into a high keening sound as her orgasm radiated through her and sent wave after wave of hot flames to her toes. She didn’t have time to revel in sensations, as it didn’t feel as if Gray was close to finishing. Rising over her, he pulled out so the tip of his cock barely breached her entrance, and then slammed back in.
“I’m sorry, Joey, I can’t be gentle this time. I can’t,” Gray gasped.
She moved her hips up to press into him, her hands going to his waist to draw him closer. She was beyond the ability to speak…but she could reassure him with her body.
Gray sensed Joey’s building need, felt her inner muscles clench and release in grasping desire, as he plowed his cock into her moist heat. Over and over again. Wild and out of control, he drew back and shoved forward, pounding into her warm, velvet center. He shuddered at the exquisite sensation of being buried in her tight sheath. For the moment, her pussy became the center of his world. She milked him, the rhythmic compression making him insane. He felt the trembling start as her body shook with the second orgasm and her muscles constricted around him. He slowed, wanting to ride this out and start all over again. Sweat poured from his forehead.
He watched as Joey came back to her body. Watched as her eyes finally opened. Every nerve ending in his body pushed him to start again. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes. He wanted…needed more. She met his gaze. “Gray?”
“More,” he stated. “Look at me while I take you this time, Joey. Feel me inside you. I want to fuck you all night.”
Gray moved again. A little slower paced this time but with intensified power and force he dug his cock deep. His balls slapped against her, punctuating each thrust. He wanted her to feel each slam against her clit, wanted to make a point of her feeling him move against her and how good they were together. Lowering his mouth to hers, he drank her frantic cries of building passion, and was reassured that Joey felt as overwhelmed as he did.
She wrenched her mouth from his and begged, “StopohgodIcan’t.” He moved his mouth to her breast, and pulled her nipple into his mouth. He suckled her as he increased the pressure against her clit by digging in and moving his hips in small circles. Gasping for air she moaned and her pleas changed. “Don’tstopdon’tstoppleasssse.”
He felt her struggle frantically to meet him, her body responding avidly to the primal mating and his tempo increased. Not once did he allow her to look away from him, nor did he take his eyes away from hers. He watched them glaze once again in passion, but she didn’t look away. He felt her body pulling at him, sucking him under. He couldn’t last any longer. He moved his hand between them and pinched her clit, sending her screaming once more over the edge…this time taking him plunging into oblivion with her.
Chapter Eight
Joey sighed and sat back from her laptop. Her body felt pleasantly sore and her mind raced as it darted from one new experience, from one incredible tactile memory to another. She fell asleep in Gray’s arms last night after he carried her to the outside shower and bathed the lotion from her skin. His hands soaped her and he played with her body until she again started begging him for sex. At her pleas, he bent her over the rock ledge and filled her. Filled her and touched her and pushed her into another orgasm. It hadn’t ended there.
At some point during the night, she awoke flat on her back, legs spread wide with Gray’s head buried between them. His tongue moved over her and in her as his mouth suckled her. The sensations once again forced her to plead and demand for him to feed her desire—a desire she hadn’t realized was possible until he came into her life. Careful, Joey. This is about now…there is no future. He volunteered his body for your pleasure and education. Not his heart.
The wayward sentiment shocked her to her heels. She didn’t want a man in her life and she didn’t want his heart. Did she? Well, it was a moot point anyway. She couldn’t demand his emotions like she demanded his body every time he so much as touched her. She would just have to take the time given her and keep reminding herself the memories they made would be enough.
When he left this morning he kissed her with sweet promise and a whispered reminder of appointments he needed to keep with a builder in Honolulu. He’d be back tonight and would come over for more research. The word said in husky tones that sent shivers racing down her spine. He told her to enjoy the beach, write some hot sex scenes he could read tonight and decide what she wanted to try with his body.
And she did write. Fast and furious her fingers flew over the keyboard as she wrote sizzling, erotic scenes. Making her wish he could be at hand to repeat last night’s wonderful inspiration.
A loud plop on the table brought her back to the present. She sat out on the lanai, the air warm, humid and scented with the spicy fragrance of plumeria blossoms. A small trickle of sweat ran between her breasts. The ocean whispered the perfect background noise for writing. No interference, nothing to disturb her. She looked around trying to figure out what the plop noise had been. She couldn’t see anything. She lowered the screen of her laptop, peered over the top and came face-to-face with a little blue-eyed gecko busy checking out the back of her computer. She glanced at the ceiling and then looked back down. He was a brilliant green, with small red dots on his head and little red blots of color down his back, his tail a lighter shade of green than the rest of his body. She’d heard geckos were good luck.
Glancing around, she decided they’d better be. At least five of the little suckers surrounded her—they were on the floor, the walls and, she glanced down, one even tried to crawl up a leg of her chair. Okay…that was a little too close for nature study. Their little three-toed suction cup fingers were too creepy. She wanted some distance. She moved her chair back and they all disappeared. Good. She would go for a walk on the beach and think about tonight. Without her new green friends.
Gray felt impatient and restless with his flight’s delay. Hanalei was still a half-hour drive when he landed. He’d missed Joey today. Thought about her several times, and, just as often, reminded himself that she was a tourist. He’d just met her and she would only be on the island temporarily. He planned to fuck her as often as he could before she left and, hopefully, his constant partial erection would go back to behaving itself.
Unfortunately, his mind didn’t listen. All of the contemplations hadn’t been about sinking his willful cock into her hot body. Just as many were of him wondering what Joey’s reaction would be to things he saw. Hell, at one point at lunch he wondered if Joey would like to go to a luau and try kalua pig, the traditional buried in a pit, wrapped in banana leaves and cooked in the fire—Hawaiian delicacy…and the disgusting poi. Stupid things. This r
elationship was about now. About sex. Thinking of sex led him to wonder what she would want to try tonight. What positions? What exercises? Finally comfortable with the track his mind was on he relaxed. After all, this non-relationship was all about sex. Right?
Joey spent hours looking through books and thinking about what she wanted to try next—what she really wanted out of tonight. Some of the books seemed to be more about creating intimacy…setting the stage. Little story vignettes teaching you how to include candlelight and love words and how to worship each other with love and not with raw lust.
Her thoughts skittered over those options and kept returning to a book on bondage. Not the S&M variety of bondage—she didn’t think she could handle that yet, even if it was intriguing. With a long-term commitment she could see herself getting there someday. The mental image of Gray spanking her made her shiver. Not with fear, but with titillation. Maybe someday.
She kept returning to the vision of him tied to her bed, and then being bound and at his mercy. Both scenarios included having a variety of stuff available to tease and enhance their pleasure. Oh, yeah. They hadn’t used the silk scarves last night, or a feather…or any number of possible implements. She also recalled a passage in one of the books, which explained the benefits of having an erotic feast from your lover’s body. She remembered a list including honey, strawberries and whipped cream, and chocolate sauce as favorites for the experience. She didn’t want all of them but she thought she would take a look in town and figure out what sounded like fun.
Then she would go buy a cheap sheet from the store. This sounded very messy and she didn’t want to ruin her temporary landlord’s property.
