OLDER MAN: First Time With The Movie Star ( Billionaire London Movie Star Celebrity Romance) (Virgin British Celebrity Younger girl Comedy Short Stories)

by Alexandra Stone

  In no time at all he had reached me and was climbing up the side of the boat.

  “I’m so sorry Alejandro! I’m so scared and I didn’t know I had drifted. There’s no paddle in here and…”

  “It’s okay, I got you,” he said breathless as he grabbed the rope from around his body. He grabbed the paddle and handed it to me. I put it down on the floorboard. Then with one swift movement he hoisted himself into the boat. Alejandro immediately, came to me. Hugged me and rubbed my back.

  “Elaine, my Elaine. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

  “I’m okay,” I said as I started to cry. He hugged me tighter.

  “Oh my Elaine, I can’t live with out you. My stomach, it hurts. I’m glad I saw you before too late. Would break my heart with out you”.

  He kissed me aggressively. As though he had lost me and now had me back. Then he let go and grabbed the paddle and began to paddle back to the shore. His shoulders were strong and with each movement I could see his muscles ripple. It was intoxicating to watch him be a Navy Seal in action. He was a real man. Here was a man that had rescued me from certain death. This is a man that, with out hesitation, dove into the ocean risking his own life to save mine. He was focused on getting us back to shore, and it was exhilarating to watch it. Nothing made more feminine like I did now. It was such a change from the bookish hard journalism woman I had been only a few weeks ago. This man took care of me. He rescued me from a life of mediocrity and now he rescued me from death. I owed him everything. Yet he made me feel like I owed him nothing. It was his pleasure to do these things for me. It’s what he wanted to do. I was in awe of him. I felt more bonded to him now than I had with anyone ever in my life.

  Finally we were in a few feet of water. He jumped out and dragged the boat the rest of the way onto the shore. When we were on sand he reached his hands up to me and carried me out of the boat. Now that his rescue was over he could give me his full attention.

  “You sure you are not hurt?”

  “Yes, I am fine really. I feel so stupid.”

  “Water, lets get you some water.”

  He put one arm around my back and escorted me up the beach and back to the house. He gave me a large jug of water and told me to drink it in small sips until it was gone. He wrapped me in a towel a pulled fresh aloe very stems from a plant outside. He rubbed it on my sunburned face and shoulders. All the while he was lecturing me in Spanish about not falling asleep in a boat that is not tied. When he was done nursing me, he looked at me and let out a big sigh and said,

  “Elaine, don’t ever do that to me again. I love you so much Elaine. I do. I know that now. I didn’t think at all when I saw you out there. I only knew I had to do something to get you back. You my corazon, Elaine.”

  Then he pulled me to him tightly and kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss. One that devoured me physically and emotionally, and I let out a whimper as I accepted it. I was struggling to hold back tears. The emotional experience of drifting out to sea and the beautiful words he had just said to me moved me beyond words. I let a tear trail down my face. Alejandro wiped it away with his thumb. We stared at each other, locking eyes until we both knew we had to have each other right then and there.

  He picked me up and laid me on the floor. He ripped off my clothes. The sounds of the material ripping were the best sounds of desire I had ever heard. I didn’t care about my clothes. I wanted him to tear them off me. He went down to my thighs and parted them with his strong hands. They were the same hands that had rescued me earlier. That’s how I thought of those hands now. He was my hero now and forever. He placed his face between my thighs and penetrated me with his tongue. He moaned out my name when he came up for air, “Aye, Elaine.”

  He went back down and licked me up and down. Then he pressed his tongue against my clitoris. First a soft pressure then harder. As he pushed harder he moved his tongue in circles. I was in tears. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. The beauty of it all was emotional. Alejandro let me cry. He knew they were tears of happiness and there was a certain beauty in the bitter sweetness of my tears. I arched my back up and he put his hands under me cupping my buttocks. He pulled me closer to him, pushed his face into me. He held onto me as I climbed higher and higher. Then I tensed up and my voice was lost, and one second later I came. I came into his mouth. He drank it up all the while saying, “Aye Elaine, aye Elaine.”

  After he was done tasting me he crawled on top of me and said, “Today I thought I would never make love to you again. Now we are here. I think back to that moment right now so that I…how do you say…grateful. I am grateful that I get to make love to you again. That you are not lost.”

  I got up and hugged him. I held him tight. This man couldn’t be more honest and it shook me to the core that he thought these things and said them out loud. It was astonishing and the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. I was so in love with this man. I kissed him again and again. Then I lay back and waited for him. He put his body between my thighs and placed the tip of shaft inside me. Then he put his mouth on mine and held that kiss and thrust himself inside me. We both moaned. It was glorious. He moved slowly inside me. It was more about connecting and being one than about climaxing. Neither of us were in a rush. I wanted him to stay hard for the sole purpose of being inside me. We stayed motionless and only kissing for long lengths of time, him still inside me. When we were done with out kissing and hugging he started to move faster inside me. He propped himself up on his hands and moved his hips forward and back in rapid succession. He moved in and out of me in short bursts. He hovered over me looking down into my eyes as he moved within me. Then we both started to breath heavily. I was on the verge and so was he. He moved faster and faster and then we both yelled out together. We exploded onto each other. Our juices mixing together as we both released ourselves, and let our flow between us. Alejandro put all his weight on me and lifted his head up to kiss me. We kissed while he stayed inside me, then we fell asleep that way.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The next day it was time to go back to the resort, but more than that he would have to go back to the Navy base. I was feeling uneasy about my vacation coming to an end. I didn’t want to leave. We rode in silence in his off road jeep the several miles back down the coast. I think we were feeling confused as to what was next. We pulled over at a beach taco stand for a few cervezas and tacos. It was still another hour before we got back to the resort. The cervezas were served cold with slices of lime on the rim. The tacos were wrapped in the thick corn tortillas I had become so used to eating here. The meat was cooked fresh on a fire pit just outside the stand and the smell filled the air. We made small talk and laughed, but in moments of silence we would look at each other. It seemed like we were both saying, “What now? What do we do?” but neither of us said it.

  That night in my villa, we turned on the Jacuzzi tub and filled it with hot water and flower petals. Alejandro slowly washed me and I him. We took in every curve of each other’s body. Exploring every inch of it. Then I straddled him again. I guided him inside me and sat down on top of him to push him in deep. With him inside me my eyes began to water over a little. I was so full of emotion. I was falling in love with this man. No, I was in love with this man. He pulled me close and ran his hand over my breast. His thumb ran across my hard nipple. Then he put his lips on it, kissing it gently. I was in heaven. I never wanted this to end. His lashes were dark and long in contrast to his stunning green eyes. He had the body of someone that was active on a daily basis. All of his body was toned and lean. He was a real man. After touching and rubbing every inch of him, I began to move up and down on him again. It made the water in the tub move around us in waves. It felt so good against my skin.

  When I was about to reach orgasm I slowed down and paced myself. I felt overcome with sadness. This had to be the last time I thought. It was getting too emotional and the more time I spent with him the harder it would be for me to leave. Finally, Alejandro came inside me. He held me so close and
tight I thought he would never let me go.

  The next day Alejandro invited me to the base. I rode with him in his jeep through the military gates. I looked around at all the men in uniform. It was a place of testosterone and shapely muscled men. It was heaven. Alejandro wore his tight Navy uniform and I wanted to rip it off of him. I could get used to this. I started to imagine this being my life. Living in a tropical paradise with this brave man.

  “This is it. Let me show you around,” he said.

  I got out of his jeep and walked around with him. He showed me the aircraft carrier parked in the marina and then the barracks. I was turned on beyond belief. After we walked around I caught a cab back to the resort. Alejandro had to stay on the base. He wouldn’t be free to leave until the following weekend. The problem was I had to leave back to my life. I didn’t know what to do and I was so conflicted.

  That night around midnight there was a knock at my door.

  “Yes?”

  “Elaine, it’s me. It’s Alejandro.”

  I opened the door and let him in.

  “Alejandro, I thought you leave the base.”

  “I can’t I could get in trouble for being here.”

  “Oh no! I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

  Then he started to spout off in Spanish. He was angry I could tell. I had no idea what he was saying. His anger and the language was a turn on to me. I wondered if anything this man could ever do would not turn me on. This is what it was suppose to be like. An undying passion and lust that went on no matter what mood you are in.

  We argued for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t make him see things my way, and I wouldn’t see it his way. It was a passionate argument full of emotion. Neither of us wanted this to end, but there was no real solution.

  “Elaine, I want to be with you always. I don’t want to end it now. I have fallen for you. Do you feel the same? Be honest please.”

  My head spun. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to be honest and declare my love for him but I couldn’t be hurt again. Not again. But I didn’t follow this warning and simply said, “Yes.”

  He sighed relief and then said, “Come with me. Come live here with me. Everything else we can figure out later. The only thing that matters is I know I can’t be apart from you. I don’t want that. Come live here please. Just try. If it doesn’t work for you, then we will figure out something else. ”

  “I want too.”

  “Come here, be with me, live with me here. I promise till I die I will never leave you. I risked my life for you. Does that not show you that this is forever? I am yours forever and you are mine.”

  I sat in silence. He rescued me, my Navy Seal lover. I replayed that scene in my head. Me feeling frantic that I was going to be lost out at sea forever and die out there. Then seeing him run to the house and then run back and dive into the ocean. His face hard with determination stroke after stroke as he swam to me fighting the ocean to get to me like the Navy Seal hero he was.

  That was it. I knew what I had to do.

  “Yes, I will stay here. I will move here with you.”

  Alejandro didn’t say anything. He scooped me up as he had done on our first night together. He threw me on the bed. I laughed as I bounced off the mattress.

  A month later I was settled into his beach house on the oceanfront and was getting used to his comings and goings on special covert operations for the Navy. I made friends with some of the Navy wives and found a travel magazine to write for. It was all coming together and I couldn’t believe that this was now my life. I had come to Puerto Rico heart broke and trying to pull myself together. Then I met this Latin Navy Seal who saved me in more ways than one. He saved me from heartache and he saved me out at sea. I felt safe with him and our new life together.

  THE END

  Tempted by the Alpha Bear

  CHAPTER ONE

  I was very annoyed when my mother remarried another man because this meant that I would have to go visit her far away in Europe where he lived. One the plus side he was a real estate billionaire that had acquired lots of land and my mother was able to send money to help me out as I struggled through my crappy job. She had been married a month now and she pleaded for me to come try life with them for a while. She mentioned they lived in his old estate in Germany and it had lots of room for me. It was outside a village that had not changed much since the medieval ages. Now she was forcing me to come spend the winter visiting her at the billionaire’s old estate to see if I liked life there. I think she thought that if I became more part of the family that he would give me lots of money or something. I loathed the idea of being in the country in an out of date village, as I was a modern city girl. I liked all the modern amenities of the city, and I didn’t like the thought of being in the isolation of the country or only having a small village nearby. However, that was not the real reason that I loathed going because after all who would refuse a vacation. What really bothered me was the way mother always talked about my weight and scolded me about it. I was a curvy girl with a full figure and round hips. I didn’t see it as a problem, but my mother always did and she always made that known. It was annoying and did not do much for my self-esteem. Being away from her made me feel good about my body, but once I was around her again it only took a few of her words to make me feel fat and unattractive. At least it was winter and snowing in the German village so that I could hide under layers of clothes. This would be better so that she could not scrutinize me so much. So I finally agreed to come out for while. I took a few weeks off of work for winter break. I packed and left my mundane apartment and life in the city and headed for the remote area of the mountains and forest of Germany.

  After a long flight and then one more connecting flight, I arrived at the small airport where a black car was waiting for me, one of the perks of my mother marrying a billionaire I thought.

  “Sarah Driskin? I am your driver,” the man in black said.

  “Thank you,” I said as I handed him my bags and bundled up my coat as the chill hit me.

  “How long is the drive?” I asked already wanting it to be over.

  “Three hours,” he said.

  “Three hours!” I yelled.

  He sort of looked amused but didn’t say anything else.

  “Sorry,” I said as I got in the car and braced myself for a long drive.

  The car left the small town and small airport and drove over large snow capped mountain ranges and past small hamlets that sprinkled across the lands. The snow on top of the buildings made it look like a snow based fairy tale land. I started to lighten in mood as I decided to not let my awful mother get in the way of my enjoyment of these beautiful and magical surroundings. The more I saw the place the more I relaxed and felt at ease. The place really was beautiful and enchanting. The tiny German buildings reminded me of Hansel and Gretel type of houses that you would see at Disney Land.

  We drove for two hours and I was beginning to think that perhaps we were lost. I pushed the button to roll down the partition between the driver and I.

  “If we have much longer to go maybe we can have a stop at tavern so that I can grab a coffee please?”

  “Yes, ma’am. There is a place a few miles down the road here.”

  “Thank you.”

  Minutes later I was inside the ladies room of a rustic tavern lodge in a small village. I freshened up and stretched. Then I sat at the counter of the tavern and ordered a hot coffee to go.

  “You are not from her dear are you? You’re American?” the woman pouring my coffee said.

  “Yes, I am. I’m just passing through. I am on my way to the village of Bernhardent,” I said.

  As soon as I said it everyone around me stopped talking. The woman looked at me with wide eyes and then softened into a smile.

  “What? What did I say?” I asked as she placed the lid on my coffee.

  “Nothing dear, it is just superstitions, and that particular village is steeped in it.”