Lovers's Enemy: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 67)

by Flora Ferrari

  “I love this,” she says. “These lawn chairs. These beers. You’ve upgraded your choice by the way.”

  “Natty Light isn’t exactly the most romantic choice, although it’s perfect for a football team.”

  “Well, it’s not. No child of mine is going to drink when they’re underage.”

  “Or date until they’re thirty,” I say and we both laugh and clink our bottles to that.

  “What’s that?” she says.

  “Probably just some coyotes,” I say.

  “Coyotes?” she says with a concerned look.

  “Don’t worry, they won’t come close, plus Jeff’s out there keeping an eye out.”

  “Jeff’s still here?”

  “You think we were going to just crawl up in that tent and go to sleep tonight? Out here in the desert? Haven’t you seen Breaking Bad? Weird stuff and weird people are out in the desert.”

  “You’re right,” she says as she scoots her lawn chair right next to mine. “And we’re the two weirdest.”

  “We did have a weird start to all of this, didn’t we?”

  “We did, but it doesn’t matter where we start, it’s where we finish.”

  “And our personal security guard will make sure no animals or people get in the way of our animalistic behavior that’s going to come later.”

  “Later?”

  “Yeah, you know.”

  “That already happened a long time ago.”

  “Come again?” I ask.

  “I saw you checking for snakes when we arrived. Well buddy, you forgot to check the most obvious place.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “Your pants! You think I missed that anaconda which keeps popping up lately? Seems like every time you see me your pet snake makes an appearance.”

  “You know you can pet him…but he might spit at you.”

  “Gross!”

  “Hey, you’re the one who said I was immature.”

  “There was nothing immature about the size of that thing if my eyesight serves me right.”

  “It did, and don’t worry…this snake will only ever crawl in one hole…yours.”

  “Lucas! You’re ruining the moment,” she says as the sun starts to set and is covered in streaks of bright pink.

  “Okay, I figured since we were out here I could go with a few more high school jokes. We are reliving our past tonight, aren’t we?”

  “We are, but we’re coming full circle, right? And that means letting that past go.”

  “That’s exactly why I brought you here, to bury our past and to get started on our future.”

  She looks over at me and I take her hand, looking deep in her eyes and seeing a kind of peacefulness come over them. A kind of knowing that everything is going to be all right…more than alright actually. Perfect.

  Perfect because now we’re together like we were always mean to be.

  We both look back out towards the sunset and watch as the sky continues to change.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she says.

  “But not as beautiful as you,” I say.

  She leans over in her lawn chair and we cuddle as best we can.

  I feel my erection bulging like never before and as the last of the colors in the sky change to the blue of night I know it’s time to make her mine.

  I stand up, scooping her up in my arms and placing our bottles down on the ground. We’ll get them in the morning, and we still have time around the campfire later.

  But I can’t wait any longer for what needs to happen next.

  The need to make her mine forever.

  CHAPTER 9

  Paisley

  I’d heard the word “glamping” before, but the idea of combining the words glamour and camping seemed pretty far fetched.

  Until I stepped inside his tent.

  What looked pretty simple and understated from the outside was anything but on the inside. The roof of the tent was so high we could both stand up completely.

  And the bed? This wasn’t just some old sleeping bag you borrow from your friend’s friend’s friend who has to dig it out of an attic.

  This was some super high end down lined Patagonia version that was made for a small army and underneath it was an inflatable…I lift the sleeping bag…yep, memory foam inflatable mattress.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “The best that money could buy.”

  “I’d say so.”

  “I wanted this to happen here, but no way did I want this to be the high school version of camping.”

  “So this it that glamping I’ve heard about.”

  “Glamping on steroids I hope.”

  “I should say so, not to mention we’ve got a Porsche parked outside our tent. We’re such goofballs.”

  “I was going for the Town & Country magazine photo shoot of one of those five thousand dollar a night spreads they have in Botswana where wild elephants practically come right up to your mosquito net and eat bananas right out of your hand while lions lay at the foot of your bed guarding you from those Cape buffalo…minus all the wild animal parts.”

  “Well, it looks like you’re a wild animal,” I say patting his groin area and for the first time realizing just how big he really is down there.

  “That’s what you do to me. You bring out the beast.”

  His hand finds the small of my back as he quickly untucks my top. We’d both ditched out jackets long ago, which allows me to tug at his white button down shirt as well.

  These sleek office clothes make no sense at the campsite and we’re both in a hurry to get out of them.

  “Do you have a change of clothes for me?” I ask.

  “For tomorrow, yes. I picked up a few things. But once we start we’re not going to need clothes for the rest of the night.”

  “Good ” I say as I lift my arms high allowing him to remove my top. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and I push it back from his arms.

  Even though it’s dark outside there’s enough moonlight coming in, and even a skylight in the tent, that allows me to see his body. It’s the first time I’ve seen him with his shirt off in years, but I haven’t forgotten just how much I missed it.

  The curves and ridges of his muscles quickly come back to me. There’s a saying about muscle memory for athletes, but right now I’m the one with muscle memory as I look at his tight, thick, torso up and down remembering what it used to do to me and now I finally get to lay my hands on it.

  I place my hands on his chest and feel my panties dampen immediately. His body is the same as it was, but it’s just bigger, bulkier, thicker, more manly. If he had a swimmer’s body in high school now he has more of a football player’s body.

  But no matter what kind of body he has it’s not his anymore, it’s mine all mine.

  Just as mine is his.

  I run my hands up and over his massive shoulders gripping each shoulder feeling their thickness. They’re just as hard as the big stone formations out here at Vasquez Rocks…the place where Hollywood has turned to multiple times to film iconic scenes.

  But the movie we’re about to make is only for our memories, and our own viewing.

  And this is a memory I’m never going to forget.

  He kicks off his shoes and then slides out of his slacks as his underwear snaps forward as his dick clears the fabric of his trousers.

  I kick my heels to the side of the tent and immediately I’m a few inches shorter, but it makes me feel even more womanly, more feminine, more perfect.

  And he only multiplies that feeling when the second I’ve slid my skirt down he slides his hands under my ass lifting me into the air.

  I wrap my legs around his waist as he cups my ass with one hand and unhooks my bra with his other.

  As my breasts fall free I hear a feral groan from deep within his belly as it makes its way up and exits somewhere through his throat, his mouth still shut.

  But one look at my nipples and his mouth opens coming down hard on them, causing my back to ar
ch as I press my chest deeper into his mouth.

  I hear a popping sound as his mouth comes off of one nipple and finds the other, before it comes off again finding my mouth.

  We kiss hard as he gently rolls one rock hard nipple in-between his forefinger and thumb.

  “Always teasing me, aren’t you?” I joke, as I want him so bad right now.

  “Do it wrong and it will get a guy in the doghouse. Do it right and it’s called foreplay and it will get you…something else,” he says in-between devouring my mouth.

  “And you certainly are doing it right,” I say as his grip on my ass tightens and my elbows find his shoulders and my hands clasp behind his head. “But I don’t need much to get to where I want to go.”

  “I’ll take you there right now,” he says as he leans forward carefully positioning me down on the sleeping bag before unzipping it and allowing me to spread out on top of the fluffy down, breathable fabric.

  I had no idea camping could be so luxurious, comfortable, and fantasy fulfilling, but it’s just that when his lips kiss their way down my middle and his big, calloused fingers find my panties, jerking them down my sides.

  Working outside all day must have turned this lawyer’s hands hard, and I sure do like the contrasting parts of him right now. There’s the big, burly outdoorsman that turns me on, coupled with the sexy, successful businessman who has all the toys as evidenced by the gunmetal gray Porsche parked outside the tent.

  And coupled is how we’re going to stay forever.

  I feel his tongue glide along the ridge where my leg connects to my torso and then do the same on the other side.

  “This area is shaped like a heart and I’ve licked two sides of it,” he says. “And now I’m going to lick from the bottom all the way up to the top…right through the—”

  “Middle,” I moan as his tongue splits my folds and my fingers curl around the sleeping bag as my fingernails dig into the mattress below it.

  When his tongue finds my clit he licks over it and then drags the underside of the tip of his tongue around it clockwise and then counterclockwise.

  I look down through my legs and see the tenacity on his face as his mouth comes off me, a line of my juices still connected to his lips and I can’t help but whimper and throw my head right back again.

  “The tip of my tongue tells me you’re oh so sweet…but I already knew that.” He pauses breathing in deep, his nose no more than an inch from my pussy as I feel the breath of his words coat my wetness in his hot, humid words. “But the side of my tongue, the taste buds over there…they tell me you’re salty, as in you’re sweating, as in your heartbeat is elevated and you’re pumping blood like you’re hot, like you’re being worked out in the desert,” he says.

  “Oh you’ve worked it out all right. You found the spot.”

  “This one,” he says taking my nub in his mouth and moving it around in a figure eight motion.

  “Uh huh!” I whimper. The desert is cool at night and there’s plenty of air circulating in this tent from the front entrance and the top, but it’s suddenly getting hot as hell in here.

  “Or this one,” he says, releasing my clit and sending his tongue diving deep inside me as my walls open to receive him as he tunnels for my spot, but my walls won’t allow it as they clamp down on his wetness and I feel a wave rush over me from the inside.

  “Yah,” I whimper. I can’t even speak the last times I’ve tried, only just short exhales with forced noises are substitutes for real words…but no words can describe what happens next as my entire body tightens and my abdominals contract so hard my torso comes flying forward as my juices fly out of me and into his mouth as I hear the sound of him lapping up every last bit. My eyes are bulging but I see nothing until I look down at him only to see the thirst on his face as he swallows everything I have to give with a devious look on his face that says, “Yes, I did that and I’m going to do it again.”

  And he does, as I feel a second wave come right after the first and his mouth stays connected to me as he gulps up everything I have to give before my muscles draw back, relaxing, and I fall flat on my back.

  “Oh my, god. Oh…my…god.” I say still trying to catch my breath and process the unprocessable. What just happened?

  I feel his hands on my thighs as he spreads my legs open as he mounts me.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve tasted your sweetness and now I have to have you,” he says.

  “Take me,” I say, but what I really mean is for him to take me again because he just had me…had me in the palm of his hand and made me move, made me wiggle, made me squirm, and made me feel pleasure at the will of his command. By the technique of his tongue.

  “Tell me your mine forever,” he says.

  “I’m yours. Now, forever, always.”

  “And this is yours…forever,” he says running the head of his cock through my folds. My hips press up willing his cock into me, but he pulls his hips back not giving it to me yet.

  “You understand what this means? No going back. This is you and me together until the end of time.”

  “I know. I want that.”

  “And I want you and now I will have you,” he says and his cock slides back up my folds but this time when it finds my opening it slides forward opening my walls and causing my eyes to open wide with it.

  “Oh yeah. Right there. Right there,” I say as he slowly enters me before stopping. “You’re so big, so thick.”

  “And you’re so perfect,” he says as he leans in and kisses me on the forehead, but there will be no return kiss. Not right now. I’m completely lost with an empty head, all I have right now is the way I feel and I feel everything. It’s like every single nerve ending from the bottom of my feet to the tip of my scalp feel sensations, but it’s the nerve endings in my pussy that radiate it outward through my body.

  I saved myself all these years for this and am I ever glad I did. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, not even close, and as his hips slide back and his shaft glides along my walls I feel that sensation heighten, quickly looking for another peak.

  His midsection moves back until just the head of his dick is still inside me and all I can think about is getting more of him back in me, owning me, taking me, making me his deeper and deeper.

  My hands come up and grab hard onto his hips as my fingernails dig into his skin willing him back inside me and he doesn’t make me wait as his cock slowly inches its way back inside me but this time finding a deeper spot as my forearms flex trying to hold him in place right there.

  But he’s way too big for me sliding back and then I guide him in again, but really I know that he’s the one in control and my attempts to move him in and out of me are only imaginary. He wanted to make me his and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

  “I want this to last, but I can’t promise you anything anymore. Anything is fair game at this point.”

  “Take me. Take me how you want me.”

  “You don’t want to see how I want you. You’re not ready for that,” he says.

  “I’m ready for more than you know. I know your feel passion for me, and I know I want to see it…see it all. Take me. Show me how badly you want me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive,” I say as he continues to move in and out of me in rhythm.

  “But are you ready?”

  “I’m ready,” I say.

  He breathes in deep and exhales hard. Then he does it again, only breathing in deeper with his nostrils flaring more and his exhale expelling even harder.

  The last inhale is way more pronounced than even the first two, but this time he holds the oxygen in his lungs.

  As he exhales he thrusts inside me and all hell breaks loose as my body suddenly feels like a rag doll bouncing off the mattress as he grabs me by the hips and takes me like a man possessed.

  Feeling how much he wants me…feeling his force…his desire…his passion, makes me feel even more satisfied and more like a w
oman desired and it pushes me to the brink again.

  Is it possible that I’ll climax again before he even reaches his release for the first time.

  “Uhhh,” he moans in a deep, gravelly pitch as his hips drive into me and his cock opens me even deeper with each thrust until I feel the head of his cock find my spot and then it’s all over. The wave forms again and my inner ocean forms a wave that comes crashing down on his cock and then covering it just like the sea where it meets the shore.