Summer Encounter

by Shelley Munro

  What was I thinking?

  “Don’t.” A masculine hand settled on my shoulder. He planted a kiss on my upturned lips, and to give the man credit, he didn’t even check to see who was looking before he did it. Isaac settled in the seat opposite me. “Don’t you dare think like that.”

  “Like what?” I said, pretending innocence.

  “If you’re having second thoughts because you think it’s too soon, that’s okay. We can talk it through. If you’re stressing because of the age difference that’s another story.”

  Isaac’s face was deadly serious as he leaned over the table and caressed my cheek. He traced a blunt-tipped finger across my lips, and I fought the need to open my mouth and take his finger inside. My stomach fluttered while he seduced me with plain speaking.

  “You have a gorgeous smile, beautiful blue eyes that remind me of the ocean on a clear day. Your hair is soft and shiny and reminds me of honey and sunshine. Your shape is plain sexy with gorgeous curves that make me ache to touch. You’re beautiful, Sophie. I’m not sure how old you are, but you don’t look old enough to have a daughter of Susan’s age.”

  “Thanks,” I whispered, the lump of emotion in my throat threatening to choke me. The glow of honesty in his eyes made me feel beautiful.

  “But that’s not the main attraction, Sophie.”

  It wasn’t? I felt my eyes widen in questioning mode. “Well, you can’t be desperate,” I blurted.

  A bark of laughter escaped him. “I’m not. Work keeps me busy, but I have plenty of time to play. If I want.”

  Oh, boy. The wicked glint in his eyes, echoed in his grin, told me he was ready to play now. My body tightened all over, even the stubborn stomach.

  “It’s your personality. You’re a good person, Sophie, and I find that very seductive. Very sexy.”

  I resisted the need to fan myself. Yep, I was his for the taking.

  A young girl arrived bearing a bottle of white wine. She showed the label to Isaac, and at his nod, deftly opened the bottle.

  “Go ahead and pour, Gina,” Isaac said.

  When the waitress left, Isaac picked up my hand. A neat habit. I liked it because it made me feel special, as if I was important to him. For an instant, I pondered my underwear again before shoving the topic aside. I’d insist on the lights being off, and first thing tomorrow, I was off to the shops to replenish my smalls with lace and bras that screamed sex siren.

  “How long are you over for?” he asked.

  “Fifteen nights.”

  “Have you made any plans? Anything special you want to do while you’re here?”

  “Not really. I planned on a little shopping, some swimming, ogling life guards and general relaxation.”

  Isaac grinned. “There will be no ogling of life guards while I’m looking.”

  I lifted my hand in a cheeky salute. “Yes, sir!”

  We chatted easily over our wine and our dinner, when it arrived—beautiful succulent seafood and a crisp Greek salad. Neither of us wanted dessert so we drank strong black coffee and nibbled on after-dinner mints.

  Leaning back in my chair, I sighed in appreciation. I hadn’t enjoyed myself so much for ages. Being with Isaac was like spending time with a close friend.

  “Are you ready to go?”

  Immediately, the sense of relaxation fell away. The silent message in him made my body spiral tight with need.

  “Yes.”

  “You haven’t changed your mind?”

  “No.” Not on your life. I was going to have mind-blowing sex. What was not to like?

  Isaac had a quick word with his staff before leading me through the kitchen and out the back. I swear the kitchen staff stared holes through my back. Bet they were in the know about my underwear.

  Isaac lived in a beachside apartment—a modern high rise building with sweeping views of the coastline and easy access to the beach. I stepped out onto the balcony while Isaac poured us drinks. Lights twinkled all the way along the beach like a garland of stars. The muted pounding of the waves and soft music Isaac had put on created a seductive atmosphere, one that made me tingle with awareness.

  “It’s a lovely view,” I called. “I could quite easily sit here for the rest of the week.”

  “You haven’t seen the view from my bedroom.”

  “Oh.” Oh, indeed. Wicked man. “And what’s so special about your bedroom?” I asked when Isaac walked out carrying two balloon glasses of brandy.

  He smirked. “First off, I’m there,” he said with no regard to modesty. “There’s a great view from the floor to ceiling windows. You can lie in bed and watch the scenery.”

  “Can the scenery see you?”

  His eyes twinkled when he sank into a chair. “Only if they’re flying by in a helicopter.” He took a sip of his brandy and studied me over the top of his glass. “Don’t you have a streak of exhibitionism?”

  My brows rose. “Sex in a public place? Maybe when I was younger.”

  Isaac stilled me with a scowl. “You’re not old, Sophie. Come here.” He patted his knee, and the simmering lust inside me kicked up a notch. Things were about to heat up.

  I set my brandy on the table. My heart pumped in rapid, unsteady beats as I closed the distance between us and sat on his lap. His arms came around me, and he pressed a moist kiss on my neck. The touch seared straight to my toes, sending a hello-get-ready signal to my pussy. My body moistened for him and I knew that nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to stop me having my wicked way with this man tonight.

  He slipped his hand under my pink and white striped shirt and splayed it across my tummy. In my shock, I forgot to suck in. Too late now, so I shoved the small vanity away as a lost cause. He’d felt one of my worst features and hadn’t run for the hills. Of course, there was always the slight chance he might not like my butt. I don’t think much of my rear end…

  The warm hand on my tummy moved upward to shape a breast. Spikes of pleasure darted from where ever he touched. Oh, yeah. I was definitely in a bad way.

  “Can I take your shirt off?”

  “Of course,” I blurted. Burning hot color immediately collected in my face. I fidgeted on his lap, then suddenly became aware of his cock digging insistently into my ass cheek. I wriggled seductively, wringing a heart-felt groan from Isaac.

  “Be still, woman.”

  Grinning, I kissed him full on the lips with tongue action and some nibbling. I brought out my whole repertoire. When I pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. I kissed the tip of his nose.

  “You are one delectable distraction, Sophie Walker.” The hand beneath my shirt slipped into a bra cup. Masculine fingers smoothed across my breast and gently teased and squeezed my nipple until it stiffened. I arched in eager acceptance, giving him easier access.

  “Feels good,” I whispered, deciding to start as I meant to go on. My husband, bless him, had done everything in silence and in the dark of night. I was a more visual creature who really got off on touch, taste, sight. I wallowed in using all my senses. I mean sex should be a decadent, sensual experience. No, I wasn’t going to act the coward and hide in the dark as I’d decided earlier.

  Isaac stood with a suddenness that made me squeak. I clutched his shoulders, fearful of ending on my ass. Murmuring reassurance, he lifted me easily, and since I was in no danger of falling, I relaxed to enjoy the experience. “My bedroom,” he said. “You carry the drinks.” He bent a fraction so I could pick up both brandy goblets.

  A minute later, I placed the glasses on a bedside cabinet and then bounced lightly on the huge mattress when he set me down. He flicked on the light, illuminating the huge room with a warm glow.

  “I get to unwrap you first,” he said, waggling his dark brows in a mischievous manner.

  No arguments from me. I was already at the point where my clothes were a hindrance. Even the mystery underwear became unimportant. I wanted skin on skin and nothing else would do. Seeing my acceptance, his hands went to the small pink buttons on my sh
irt. His big hands trembled when he attempted to unfasten them, and I stilled him with a smile.

  “Let me get the buttons.”

  His laugh was self-conscious. “I’m not usually this clumsy.”

  Knowing him as I did, it was easy to believe, and the thought warmed me. I liked the fact that he wasn’t taking me for granted, that there were a few nerves in him as well.

  “Kiss me,” I suggested, busily undoing my buttons. “And maybe take off your shirt so I can ogle.”

  Isaac straightened and rapidly stripped off his shirt. I stilled in the process of unbuttoning mine. He was gorgeous—an almost hairless chest with golden skin and just the right amount of muscles.

  “I have to bite,” I said in a breathy voice.

  Isaac chuckled, the sound bringing a flood of arousal to my pussy. I fidgeted, half embarrassed, half triumphant at my body’s excitement.

  “No biting before I see bare breasts.” He bent to rake his tongue across the soft swell of my stomach. A moan escaped me accompanied by a tightening of my womb. Yep, revved and good to go. I practically ripped off my shirt and tossed it on the floor, popping the back enclosure of my bra for good measure. Seconds later, my plain white bra hit the ground.

  “Let’s get the rest of the undressing done and out of the way,” Isaac suggested. “As much as I want to unwrap you, I’m a little anxious.”

  “You’re hiding it well,” I said in a dry tone, my gaze darting down to visually measure the bulge of his cock beneath the black trousers. Always interesting to see the size of the package. Things looked pretty promising.

  “You think?”

  The trace of nerves in him steadied me. “Race you,” I suggested. “The winner gets to bite first.”

  We both burst into a flurry of movement. Clothes flew in all directions, mingling on the floor with scant regard to gender. Isaac won, which wasn’t surprising. I wore a few more clothes than him, and I labored under a handicap. One look at his bare butt and my fingers stalled, refusing to work. My mouth watered. I must have made a sound because he turned. And dammit, the full frontal view was just as spectacular.

  “Stay right there,” I said in a thick voice. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  “But I won. I get to bite first.”

  “Rain check,” I said. “I’m not going to bite.” I flung my remaining clothes to the ground and sank on my knees in front of him. “But I’m gonna taste and do some heavy duty licking.” I put a tentative hand on his thigh and glanced up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with hunger, and a tinge of color highlighted his cheekbones. His breathing was deep and a trifle unsteady.

  I traced my forefinger the length of his silken shaft. He swallowed audibly.

  “I can’t believe I’m nervous,” he confessed.

  “That makes two of us. Or at least I was nervous.” I curled my hand around his cock and pumped slowly. “Now I’m just plain horny. Sit back and let me play.”

  A laugh escaped him, the tension leaving his muscular legs. His hands cupped my head and threaded through my short curls. I released his cock and licked my lips, a tiny sigh of pure appreciation emerging at the sight. Swollen and extended full length after a few short pumps of my hand, the head was a purplish red. Steadying myself, I leaned close and licked the tiny slit at the end, breathing in his spicy scent at the same time. Isaac groaned, and a bead of pre-cum appeared. I savored the salty taste when I licked it away.

  “God, do that again,” Isaac demanded, his hands tightening in my hair.

  I loved that I could drive him crazy with just the touch of my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue along a prominent vein. His hips jerked when my tongue neared his swollen crown. Impatient to taste him again and drive him crazy enough that he’d beg, I took him inside my mouth. Yeah, I know. When it comes to sex I have a nasty streak. I like to tease, but I figured he should know this up front. So to speak. And I knew he’d probably get his own back.

  My eyes fluttered closed and I dived into a world of sensation. His salty tang exploded in my mouth as I teased another drop of semen from him. His breathing deepened, and I encouraged him to thrust by taking him deeper into my mouth. Some women didn’t like sucking off a man, but I didn’t belong to that club. I gloried in the power, and the fact they were usually willing to return the favor didn’t hurt a bit. A woman after the main chance—that was me. And, a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered, if you keep your mouth and hands busy, you might quit worrying about how weird this was—giving head to your daughter’s ex-boyfriend. I froze as horror crowded my brain.

  “Don’t stop, Sophie. For God’s sake don’t stop.” Isaac urged me on with both voice and hands, and I zoned out the inner turmoil to concentrate on pleasure. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, in and out of my mouth. I even used my teeth—just a fraction, a tiny scrape across the crown. It made him shudder, so I repeated the move.

  Without warning, he jerked from my mouth and touch. I was standing on my feet, with his tongue halfway down my throat before I had time to blink.

  His heart thumped steadily against my breasts and his arms wrapped around me so tightly I wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

  Gradually, he eased back on the kiss. I swear my knees knocked in time with my heartbeat.

  “You are a great kisser,” I whispered, almost drowning in the heat I saw in his eyes. Fiery heat that threatened to burn me bone deep. Bring it on. The idea of going up in flames with this man didn’t worry me anymore. I had the rest of the week for regrets.

  “I’m good at a lot of things.” The wicked smile that accompanied his words sent lust zapping the length of my body.

  “Show me.” It was an order more than a suggestion, but his grin widened into downright toothy.

  “My pleasure, Sophie. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” He scooped me off my feet and placed me on the king-sized bed. The cotton cover was cool beneath my bare butt. His brown eyes swept the length of my body, lingered at my breasts. Lust made me tense and impatient. I wanted him inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me. But he took his own sweet time.

  “You have beautiful breasts.” Under his dark gaze, my nipples pulled tighter than they’d been before.

  Slyly, I parted my legs, giving him a flash of pussy. “The view is great down here too.”

  Isaac chuckled. “I’ve have never had so much fun with a woman. It’s always been about immediate satisfaction before.”

  “Sex should be fun. Satisfactory fun,” I added.

  “Amen to that,” he said. “I’m going to taste you first, then it’s gonna be hard and fast. You up for that?”

  For the first time in my life, I managed a one-brow arch. Hot damn, I thought. Independent brows. I’d always thought this was an urban myth put out by romance writers. I glanced at Isaac’s cock, and it pulsed in reaction. Ooh, a night of many firsts. “You’re up for it.”

  “And I can be up for it throughout the night,” he said.

  I caught the note of seriousness in his words. His subtle way of telling me that in the bedroom an age gap worked for the benefit of both parties.

  I waggled my fingers, parting my legs even further so he couldn’t help but see the view. “Come get me.”

  Isaac traced around the rim of my belly button with his tongue. A quiver worked through my body. In truth, the engine didn’t need much warming up. He worked down my body, taking small nibbles from my quivering flesh, licking and kissing until fire roared through my veins. And he hadn’t even got to the good bit yet. As the thought formed, he blew softly against my swollen folds. My clit jumped even though the whisper of warm air had only glanced across it. I smiled at the sight of his dark hair against my pale skin. Then Isaac distracted me. He combed his fingers through my pubic hair and gently parted the delicate lips of my folds. I tensed in acute expectation. He blew again, and this time I realized he’d purposely missed the main attraction.

  “Hey,” I said, trying to redirect his mouth.

 
“Patience,” he answered, his moist breath a balm to my heated flesh. Then, his tongue darted out. He delicately traced the length of my slit. I froze, my breasts tingling in the fallout of his touch. Man, he had a clever tongue. It darted into the mouth of my pussy, collecting up some of the juices produced by my eager body. Like a cat, he lapped at my swollen folds, his soft sighs of appreciation pulling me tight as a bowstring. I vibrated, my head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. And still, he only stroked my needy nub enough to keep me primed. Not a whisker of a touch more.

  “Please.” The word was hardly more than a fevered pant. If my arms had been a bit longer, I would have redirected his mouth, but no cigar. I was forced to await his pleasure. My hips moved restlessly. I tried to time my moves, but he soon got wise and used brute strength to hold me still.

  “Bully,” I muttered. My hands plucked at my breasts, pinching nipples that ached and throbbed for his hot mouth rather than my own touch.

  His head rose, and he licked his lips with a smacking sound. “I love the way you taste. I could lap at your cunt all night.”

  Normally, I wasn’t one for coarse language. But in this context, my lover talking to me, the gritty language pushed my need higher.

  I licked dry lips. “Let me come first. Please. After that, we should have sex proper. I want to feel you inside me. Then,” I said in a prim, school mistress-type tone, “You can lick my cunt all you want.”

  Isaac tipped back his head and howled with laughter. I tried to act the indignant school ma’am at first, but the humor of the situation got to me.

  “You’re not meant to laugh,” I chided once he’d stopped. “You’re meant to take action.”

  “Action, huh?”

  I strummed my fingers across one of his flat nipples until it stood to attention.