By the Book

by Ravyn Wilde

“I’m going to bathe you,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about water, soap and your body for what seems like hours now.” He wondered if seeing Joey in the shower the first night made him develop a water fetish. He seemed to want sex every time he thought about water. Showers, the ocean…hot tubs. Damn!

  Gray carried her to the outside shower, and reached over to turn it on. As he waited for the temperature to regulate, he lowered Joey’s feet to the ground. He made sure her body would slide against his.

  The little distance existing between them melted away. Gray’s body touched hers, his bare chest rubbing against the tips of her breasts as his hands reached up to tunnel through her wild hair. In involuntary reaction they fisted around her tangled curls. Not to hurt, but to hold her still while he bent down, his gaze intent, keeping her captive. He pulled her toward him and his mouth fastened on hers, taking possession.

  Joey’s hands found the sleek muscles of his shoulders and held on. The kiss started out sweet and slow. But it wasn’t enough.

  His tongue slid into her mouth, danced a long, sensual tango. His mouth moved over hers, demanding a response. Pulling back, he held her gaze and moved them both under the water’s spray. He picked up the soap and started lathering his hands. He moved her to stand with her back to his front, leaning against him so he could support her.

  And she needed the support. The feel of his hands, slick with soap, gliding over her breasts, made her knees weak. He rubbed and massaged and tweaked her nipples, sending a sharp spark of heat to her core. As he tormented her with his hands he leaned over to suckle the soft skin on her neck. The combination made her wild. Slowly, so slowly, he slid one hand down to wash between her legs.

  “Joey, love, I have a confession to make,” Gray whispered in her ear.

  “Ummm.” Joey’s entire body vibrated, her skin flushed and sensitive from Gray’s soft rumble.

  “The first night, Joey, I watched you in this shower. Watched you pleasure yourself and wished it were my hands—my mouth—touching you.”

  Shock coursed through Joey’s body. The deep heat of embarrassment worked to push away the lust. Joey struggled in Gray’s arms, but he wouldn’t allow her to leave him. He tightened his grip on her and slipped his hand forward and back over her clit.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, Joey. I loved it. I loved watching you. You made me so hot—I had to pretend I was with you. Do you know what I did, Joey? What wanting you made me do?” Gray quickly described how aroused he’d been and how he’d imagined being with her as he’d masturbated.

  The marvelous friction of Gray’s hand sliding between her legs and the erotic picture he’d painted in her mind of him holding his cock in his hand and masturbating while he watched her drove away the panicked twinge of mortification. Her breath caught as Gray pushed his hard erection against her ass.

  He propped his right foot up on the low ledge beside the shower. Keeping her back to his front he encouraged her to open to him, to drape her right leg over his, giving him unrestricted access to her throbbing pussy. He slipped first one finger, then two through her folds and into her swollen channel; he stretched her, pushed into her and made her feel as if she were on fire. With his other hand he squeezed her breast. She bucked against his hand, crying for release.

  “I watched you touch yourself, watched you use the showerhead against your clit. And I used my hand, Joey. Used it and imagined it was your tight cunt milking me.”

  Joey couldn’t breathe. Every thought, every action focused intently on Gray’s movements. And his voice stroked her mind as he shared with her the fantasy of that first night. “Oh, God!” she moaned. “Promise me someday…ah, please someday I can watch you.”

  “Someday, baby. But now I’m here. I’ve got you and I’m going to do to you what I wanted to do that night. What I did in my mind while I worked my cock with my hand.”

  Gray played with her slick folds, rubbing, pulling and fingering her pussy. Each stroke, each subtle pressure drove her higher. He stopped to bend her forward—carefully placing her hands against the low lava rock wall. She hadn’t realized he’d grabbed a condom when he brought her outside. As she waited for him to quickly sheath himself and move behind her, she whispered, “Hurry!”

  “Spread your legs a little more and bend down,” he rumbled.

  She did what he told her, only too happy to comply with his demands. Gray fit his lower body against hers, nudging her opening with the tip of his penis. He didn’t enter her at first but slid along her folds, pumping his hips against her as he created an enthralling friction along her clit.

  “God, that feels good,” she groaned.

  “Yeah, but this will be even better.”

  Finished with tender teasing, he pushed his hips forward and filled her completely. Both of them froze, careful to remain still and enjoy the feeling of him buried deep inside her.

  Gray let go of her hips and leaned over her, reaching one hand to her breast and the other to the hard nub between her legs. Without moving any other part of his body, he set his hands to drive her crazy. He stroked and pulled and, with his strong arms and hands, caged her to minimize her struggles. Finally, she had to move. She rolled her hips and shoved back into him, rocking hard to set him in motion.

  Gray groaned, “That’s it baby, shove your ass back just like that.” He straightened his body so he could leverage his hips against the soft globes of her ass. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her. Her restricted rhythm fanned other needs. He pushed back and withdrew, leaving a scant inch of his cock poised at her entrance. He slammed back in and stopped. Breathed. Drew almost out again and slammed back. Not as much hesitation this time. Soon his hips were rocking wildly. He dug his cock into her channel. Slammed his balls against her clit. His body craved hers, wanting more and more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. He indulged himself, giving up to lust and greed as her body clutched and shuddered under him. And when she cried out and her muscles clenched in climax, he let go and buckled under his own orgasm.

  A few minutes passed before Joey could move. After the mind-blowing sex, they both collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower. Luckily Gray found enough energy to reach up and turn the water off or they would have been prunes by now. Or the lack of hot water would have jerked them back to their senses.

  Joey managed to get up and finish the shower and start dressing. Gray moved a little faster than she could. He’d dressed and gone into the kitchen to warm up the coffee and muffins he bought in town.

  She was so screwed. Joey snorted—she hadn’t meant it literally—but oh how well the sentiment fit. No…she meant screwed as in this didn’t feel like research anymore. Or lust. Or just sex. No. This felt like something big and she didn’t want those kinds of complications. Did she? God, she already knew she was going to miss him horribly when she went back to L.A.

  Chapter Twelve

  Two weeks later, Joey still reeled from the discovery she’d made in the shower. Gray had become more to her than a vacation fling. She had willed the feeling away, but it didn’t cooperate. Instead, the emotional ties she felt grew deeper. She and Gray had worked together that morning and many mornings after. He spent his time on phone calls and architectural drawings and she concentrated on her writing.

  As Joey thought about all the time they’d spent together, her eyes glazed over and she could feel her breath coming in little pants. Her panties were soaked. Again. She’d given up on everything but cotton—anything else just didn’t cut it.

  Her writing moved forward at a fast clip. No longer a problem of what to write, she now had more inspiration then concentration. That was definitely a problem. She would start writing a sex scene and her thoughts would turn to Gray. And the various exercises they’d tried. She worked hard to resist turning all her book heroes into carbon copies of him.

  And it got worse when he worked by her side. Every so often he’d lean over and read something she’d written, and then look at her with a burning heat in his eyes, overwhelm
ing her with a driving lust and his own idea of how the scene should go.

  And they would be making love again.

  When they weren’t enjoying each other’s bodies, they were playing on the beach or at the waterfall. Gray took her sightseeing and they created an adult game of hide and seek. Looking and finding someplace to have sex in each location they visited created a heightened awareness—spiking their sex with the risk of being discovered.

  They’d gone snorkeling…and made love in the ocean.

  They went to a luau…and snuck off to find a secluded hammock.

  She knew she’d met and carried on conversations with other people over the past couple of weeks but she couldn’t remember anything specific. All she could think about was Gray. And those thoughts weren’t of just having sex with him. They were of how his smile made her feel beautiful, or of the breathtaking sight of him working, or sleeping, or…

  Well, anything.

  The sense of rightness she felt when she woke up next to him. Alive. Happy. Whole. Until she reminded herself she only had a few days left before she went home. And that feeling dissolved into one of near panic.

  She was in love with him. But this experience hadn’t been intended to be about love. She wasn’t going to ruin this last little bit of time with worrying about how in hell she could live without him when she left. She would just make sure she spent every minute she could with him. And she’d keep her breaking heart to herself.

  Right now she would concentrate on today. They were taking a picnic to the waterfall. Gray said he’d gotten an idea from one of her research books. Joey closed her eyes and shivered in anticipation. He seemed obsessed with making love in the water.

  Gray had had a lousy morning. The conference call on a new building in Honolulu had lasted too damn long with nothing getting accomplished. He knew most of the fault was his, because he couldn’t stay focused. He kept hearing an imaginary clock in his head, ticking away the rest of Joey’s vacation time. He needed to make some decisions on what he wanted. He snorted. He knew what he wanted, he just needed to talk to Joey and see if she felt the same way. He’d gone into this relationship because she seemed a fascinating woman he wanted to spend some time with…and he wanted to fuck her. Repeatedly. That need didn’t seem to relax during the time he spent with her. In fact, he still couldn’t keep his hands off her or his pants zipped.

  It hadn’t taken very long for the sex to become a lot more than a physical act. The thought of waking up without her beside him in a couple of days hurt and was something he didn’t want to think about. But if he didn’t deal with it soon, it would be too late. She would be gone.

  So the question was when? And what would she say? He hoped she felt a similar need. Love.

  Maybe he’d get the chance to tell her when they went to the waterfall today. If he could keep his mouth off her long enough to talk. Oh, Christ! He knew already by the size of his erection it would have to be after he’d made love to her at least once before he could manage a serious conversation.

  They walked together hand in hand down the beach to the waterfall. Gray carried the picnic basket, while she carried their towels. The sun beat hot against her skin. They were both silent and pensive, lost in their own thoughts. Joey tried to lighten the mood.

  “I heard from my editor today,” she stated.

  Gray looked at her and smiled a little. “Any news?” he asked. He knew Joey had sent several of her completed manuscripts in for review last week. She hadn’t thought she would hear anything for a while.

  She did a little jig still holding on to his hand. “She read two of the four I sent to her and she sent me contracts on both. One of those happened to be the book I started here. It was just a short story, but they accepted it for an anthology. She also said if the other two were even close to the steamy, mind-blowing quality of the rest, she’d go without sleep and let me know in a couple days about her decision on them,” she announced proudly.

  “Great,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her for a congratulatory hug and soft kiss. “I am really proud of you, Joey.” He was just a little worried that their time together had been all about her writer’s block and the mind-blowing sex. And he wanted it to be more. Much more. He decided the time had come to make sure she knew how he was feeling. He would tell her today. Just…later.

  They came down the path to the waterfall and stopped at the ledge. “Do you want to eat lunch first or take a swim?” Gray asked her.

  “Umm. I’m pretty hot. How about we swim first?” she replied.

  “Works for me,” he said and peeled off his clothes and dove cleanly into the cool water.

  “Gray!” she giggled. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows in question.

  “Your bathing suit?”

  He snorted. “Like I would have kept in on for more than five minutes after you got in the water anyway. You might as well leave yours up there so we won’t have to look for it later. Just make sure to grab a condom out of my bathing suit pocket.”

  Joey laughed and slipped out of her bikini. She grabbed a small foil packet and stood on the little ledge for a few minutes before she joined him. The sun caught the red highlights in her hair and bathed her body in its bright rays.

  The cooler water didn’t affect Gray’s cock. It sprang to life and boogied in tribute to the beautiful woman he wanted to make his own. She swam to him, wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck and kissed him. He loved her. He couldn’t imagine living without her.

  Gray didn’t break their kiss but he slowly moved with Joey through the water to set her on a low ledge close to the falls. He wanted to worship her, mark her soul with the passion they shared. Then he would tell her how he felt. He knelt in front of her and draped her legs over his shoulders. “Relax,” he whispered across her stomach.

  Joey sucked in a breath and moaned. She couldn’t suppress the small bark of laughter. Every muscle in her body tensed. “Yeah, relax…I don’t think so…oh, God.”

  Gray moved his hands to Joey’s hips and brought her to his mouth. He used his hands to spread the lips of her vulva further apart. She melted in front of him, dripping. Her unique and spicy scent called to him and he bent to lick her from front to back and then in reverse. Twirling her clit with his tongue, he used his finger to thrust hard and frantic into her passage. The long slow licks and fast flickers set a rhythm that ended her spiral and forced her to burst into the sun.

  “No more, please,” she gasped while struggling to push him away. It was too much.

  Gray gave her a moment and then he stood with her in his arms. He moved to the edge of the waterfall and sat down with Joey’s back to his front. He positioned the swollen head of his penis at her tight channel. “Put the condom on me and then open up for me, baby,” he growled into her neck.

  Joey moaned, fumbled to open the little square packet and lovingly covered Gray, smoothing her hands over his hard shaft. She loved doing this to him. She gasped as Gray entered her. In this position, she could slide one hand along the underside of his shaft as she moved the other hand lower until she could cup the warm heat of his ball sac.

  Joey worked hard to keep her tears from flowing. Every time she touched Gray, her heart constricted with pain. Wanting more than just a few short days with him, she worried he wouldn’t feel the same for her. It had been understood from the start that this would be a temporary relationship. For her, the rules had changed. She couldn’t leave Hawaii without letting him know the intense lust for his body had evolved into something more, something much deeper. She loved him so much.

  Gray’s seeking hands brought her mind back to the moment. To the feel of his flesh under her fingertips and the exhilarating sensations he forced from deep within her as he stroked between her legs and pulled her back to lie against his chest.

  Gray panted. His body shifted in tune to the heat of Joey’s hands and the cool slap of the water over
his ass. He tugged her back against him and shifted their hips, stretching their joined bodies until they were positioned directly under the pounding spray of the waterfall. They lay sprawled on the little hidden ledge. The shelf was about five feet long and about nine inches under the water. He’d never thought about using it for sex until he’d read some little snippet on “water sex” from one of Joey’s books. He’d definitely become more passionate about Joey and water since the first time he’d watched her in the shower. The sensual possibilities seemed endless.

  Gray used one hand to smooth down the plane of her body, sliding over a nipple, smoothing over her stomach to come to rest on the trim nest between her thighs. He could feel the water pummeling his hand—they were in the right place.

  Joey cried out as her body clenched around him in a tight coil of reaction under the onslaught of water. Gray held her to him, his sensitive cock feeling every contraction. He kept his arms wrapped in a band around her waist, not allowing her to move away from the relentless pounding of the waterfall. She struggled in his arms for a moment, her body trembling. Her skin rippled with goose bumps. He rocked his hips forward and back, dragging his erection in a sizzling slide through her channel. He felt her inner vibrations in reaction to the water’s torment and his shifting. He could feel the moment she relaxed into the sensations, giving her body over to the pleasure as she arched her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself to the water’s manipulation.

  Gray released Joey’s waist to reach down and hold her knees apart. He continued to work his hips in a rolling stroke, digging his cock into her, making Joey writhe and mewl in his arms.

  She couldn’t think. Her body and her mind separate entities, one struggled to get away, and one opened up for more. She whimpered and thrashed her head against his chest. “Oh. My. God,” she panted in broken sobs. “Can’t-take it… So incredible…so good.” Every molecule in her body seemed to swell and expand in grasping, nerve-tingling enjoyment. The intensity of her arousal worried her, the niggling fear she wouldn’t be able to put the pieces back together this time. Her body and her heart would shatter beyond repair.