Wet Dreamz

by Bobbi Romans

  Now or never, take what you want. She’s yours.

  The bikini bottom posed little resistance as he jerked it to the side and slid two fingers into her warm sheath. She was tight and so incredibly hot. He couldn’t wait to work himself within her, but she needed priming. So he worked his fingers, plunging in and out, scissoring them every other pass. She was lubed and ready, but he wanted more. He needed her squirming and out of her mind with desire. He reclaimed her mouth and then swallowed the scream that erupted the moment his thumb found her clit.

  He worked the swollen nub until she bucked with frenzied motions and clawed at his butt, trying to yank him closer.

  Yeah. Now was the time to claim her. He hated leaving her pussy, but needed a hand with which to drop his shorts. He’d managed to get them to his waist when—

  “Hey, Cam, you back here?” a girlish voice rang out, coming from the side entrance.

  Well, fuck.

  * * *

  An hour and one busybody neighbor later, Cam went back into the house disappointed that Billy had left. He couldn’t have lingered or else Monique would have grown far too curious, but they’d been so close.

  Damn it.

  Thankfully Monique had mentioned she was heading out of town for some antiquing the next day. In fact, it was what had prompted her to pop by—to see if Cam wanted to go with her. As Monique was the only close neighbor, there should be no interruptions if things turned hot again tomorrow. But Cam had to make it until the next morning. She wanted him now.

  Flipping the business card over, she read his number out loud.

  Did she dare call him? It was nearly midnight. He was probably in bed. Was he there alone? She dropped the card back down on the occasional table and went to grab a glass of wine. Halfway to the kitchen, she stopped.

  You chicken shit. Might as well start clucking.

  Going back to the parlor table, she grabbed the card and punched the number into her phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi…uh, Billy?”

  “Mrs.… Cam? Is that you? Is everything all right?” His tone held concern.

  “Oh yes. Everything’s fine. I thought, well, I wondered if you, you know, might want to come back now?”

  Silence ran for a minute. Panic seized her heart that she’d misread him. Maybe he’d wanted to see if she’d bite, which she had, and he didn’t want anything more.

  “I’m sorry to have both—”

  “Here, not there,” he stated, interrupting.

  “What?”

  “I want to see you too. But not there. Here. Come to me. I’m house sitting. It’s private—no neighbors, no one to interrupt us.” He gave her the address before she even answered.

  She took the fastest shower in history, tossed on a sleek summer frock, and headed toward the street he’d given. Wow, he wasn’t lying. The driveway was at least a mile off the road in the woods, but even the street had been nothing but vacant lots.

  Finally, a large home popped up as did a gorgeous lake. The place was a bit like two large A-frames combined, with a wooden deck running between them and out into the water. As she curved around the large circle driveway to where she hoped was an appropriate place to park she caught sight of more of the dock and what appeared to be a large party gazebo at the end of it.

  The front door opened before she even cut the engine off. She glanced up and nearly swallowed her tongue. Bathed in a soft light, wearing nothing but low-slung lounge pants, stood Billy. The grin he gave her held wicked promise, and her stomach fluttered with anticipation.

  “You came.”

  “You doubted me?” she asked softly.

  “I wasn’t sure. I kinda worried you’d change your mind at the last moment.” he admitted.

  “Nope.”

  “I can see that,” he said, chuckling. “Want a tour of the place?”

  “I’d love one.” The house was beautiful on the outside, and she couldn’t wait to see what the inside featured, but oddly, Billy didn’t take her inside. He held out his hand and ushered her to an area where ornate bushes of all kinds of flowers, like hydrangeas, roses, and azaleas, created a heavenly path towards the lake.

  Finally he turned them on to the wooden deck she’d seen and continued until they reached the large gazebo.

  Her heart skipped a beat when she saw what he’d done. From the second she called he must have been out here working.

  Lit candles ran about the rails, and champagne and strawberries sat next to blankets laid out like a summertime picnic. Over in another corner hung a two-person-sized hammock, and above them were fans, creating a light breeze but not enough to blow the candles out. It was breathtaking.

  “You did all this for me?” she asked, taken by the care he’d shown setting it up.

  “No, the other girl dipped out.”

  It took her a second for his words to sink in.

  “What?” she asked, shocked by his honesty.

  “Kidding. Of course this is for you. Cam, you’re a stunning woman. The ass—pardon my saying so—doesn’t appear to see the treasure he has before him.”

  She didn’t want to break the mood by discussing her marital situation, so she didn’t reply to his quite accurate description. As if he sensed her thoughts, he took her hand and urged her down into the soft feather comforter he’d laid out for them.

  “You know you’re probably going to ruin this having it outside like this,” she warned as she sank down into the softness of the blanket.

  “Maybe. But I wanted you comfortable. Are you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she admitted, smoothing her hands across the puffy material.

  “Then it’s worth the risk.” He winked, pulled the bubbly from the ice bucket, popped the cork, and poured them both a sparking glass.

  “Close your eyes.” His request took her by surprise.

  “Okay.” She closed them.

  “Now open your mouth.” Again, she complied, but her hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  “Trust me. Nothing bad, I promise.”

  Something tangy and wet hit her lips. She made out the smallest of seeds. Ah, the strawberries. Blindly, she took a small bite, licking at the juice, which dribbled down to coat her lips. She started to open her eyes, but he quickly squelched the idea.

  “No. Keep them closed, please.”

  Next, smooth glass touched her lips.

  “Open up,” he urged.

  She complied, and crisp bubbles tickled her nose as she sipped some of the champagne.

  “Nice,” she admitted right as he tipped her glass for her to sip. She let the cool bubbly slide down her throat and before she could lick away the missed droplets, he did. She opened, wanting him to kiss her. Needing more of the connection they shared earlier in the pool, but he gave only a small one.

  “One more treat,” he whispered in her ear, running his tongue down her neck and causing all kinds of chill bumps to burst across her skin.

  Something dense and sweet-smelling touched her mouth. She used her tongue to sample the solid something. Chocolate. Hell, yeah. She opened wide, and a small hunk was placed on her tongue. As the sugary confection melted down, taste told her this wasn’t your ordinary, everyday chocolate, but the serious, creamy type.

  He was on her then. His mouth tasting and sampling what he’d fed her, and the mixture of Billy and cocoa sent her senses reeling with pleasure. He gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to him as he knelt between them to deepen their kiss even as he urged her onto her back. He was braced above on his arms, but his crotch met hers, and her heart sung when she felt the proof of his arousal against her. Yes, he was still as turned on as she was. She grabbed at his ass, pulling him against her as hard as she could. Her clit pulsed with need, her breath came in ragged gulps, and she tore her mouth away to drag one such gulp in.

  When she opened them, she caught his intent gaze watching hers.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, as if he feared her answer.

  “Y
es.” Neither needed to say about what. This was more than sex. They both knew it.

  Billy went back up on his knees and tore off his tee before pulling her upright and doing the same with her frock.

  His sudden pause and wicked grin told her he liked her surprise.

  “Commando, huh?”

  “I hate the heat. You’re lucky I put the dress on,” she teased.

  He stood and shed his jeans, and she damn near swallowed her tongue.

  * * *

  He caught the flare of excitement in her eyes. His cock sprang free, and he smiled as she licked her lips. She didn’t seem aware of her simple action, but the sexual move had him wanting her mouth over him as he pumped between those full lips. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought himself lucky enough for her next action.

  Beautifully nude and bathed only in candlelight she maneuvered onto her knees before him and worked him into her mouth, swirling her tongue about to help glide him deeper. Between the sight of her before him and the heat and suction of her oral ministrations, his balls had drawn up tight to his body in preparation for release.

  Fucking A, she had him ready to explode. But no damn way was he going to lose his shit now. No, he wanted far more play. He grabbed the sides of her head and gently pulled her away to an audible pop as that pretty mouth of hers lost suction.

  “Wha—” she began, but he didn’t give her time to finish before laying her back on the soft blanket and burrowing down to bury his face between her neither lips. “Oh, my Gawd,” she squealed as he dragged his tongue through the wet, silky flesh before him.

  Those were the words he loved to hear from a woman.

  He dipped his tongue in and out then up to swirl over her plumped clit peeking out from under its hood. The moment he made contact, her hips shot upward. Bucked clear off the blanket, and he took advantage of her move by grabbing her hips and pulling her to his mouth. The position gave him easier access to all her juicy bits. Also limited her ability to wiggle away as she started to lose control, if her pants, moans, and begs were any indication.

  “Yes. Oh fuck. Yes, right there don’t you dare move,” she rambled, clawing at his head as, he guessed, she fought to keep his head put.

  Time to amp his game up. As he sucked her clit, he dipped two fingers within, which earned him a scream. As he pistoned them inside her, she began trying to pump her hips in time with him.

  “More. Deeper, need more. Please,” she begged.

  He took one last nibble and set her down, grabbing for the cuff of his jeans. He pulled the denim close enough he could grab them up. Fumbling in the pocket he found what he sought—a condom. Right as he tore the side and went to pull it out, Cam surprised him again by grabbing the rubber and rolling it down his shaft for him.

  “What? You were taking too long.” She feigned an innocent expression, but right now he knew better. She was a she-devil in an angel’s persona.

  Exactly what he wanted.

  The thin line that held a man back from the primal edge snapped. He sent her a downright feral smile, and before she blinked had her on her belly with her ass high in the air. He didn’t give her time to argue or question. Her pleasured mewl told him all he needed to know, which was she needed it as animalistic as he. No soft, easygoing lovemaking.

  Balls to her walls hard.

  He gripped her hips, anchoring her in place, and dove in. All at once.

  She threw her head back and hissed, and he felt her pussy clenching him as tightly as the summer night air did. As slick as she was, the fit was still tight. He paused long enough for her to acclimate, then steamed forth. Sounds of flesh slapping flesh merged with the calls of the night creatures waking to create the most erotic of songs.

  “Fuck, you’re tight as hell,” he muttered between gritted teeth. All she probably heard was some garbled words.

  She was now pushing back as he thrust forward. Her toes were curled, and his balls were so damn tight they had to be blue as he fought to hold back his release. He waited for the signals her body would give that she was about to orgasm. Only then would he let go and ride his own release. Using one arm he reached around, groping for one bountiful globe. Finding the swaying flesh, he fingered her nipple before managing enough of a grip to tweak the stiff pearl between his fingers.

  Her back arched, giving him easier access to her breast. In this position, his chest lay against her backside, which in turn had their bodies molded in perfect, harmonic precision. He wasn’t sure why, but the knowledge brought him even more satisfaction. Finally he caught the fluttering sensation deep in her channel. A clear sign he could stop his fight, as she was heading straight into orgasm. He released her breast to grip her hips once more. In her current state of euphoria, she’d become unstable, and he needed her still for penetrating, hard and deep.

  “Yes, hard…now. Yes, yes, yes.” She screamed as he saw her grip and claw at the blanket.

  On a roar he unleashed. Sights, sounds, and scents became muted as everything zeroed into one action, releasing his load.

  He dropped, spent, pulling her into his arms as he did so. Cam tossed a leg over his. He found pride in the fact she panted hard for her breath and her thighs still trembled. He cast a quick glance her way though her eyes were shut. The dewy sheen on her skin and smile on her face thumped him in his heart. He liked her in his arms, wound around him like she was.

  “That was—amazing,” she stated, opening her eyes to find he was staring at her. He couldn’t help himself. She was everything he looked for in a woman.

  And not fucking yours.

  “Yes you are. Amazing, that is,” he clarified.

  “Stop.” She threw a hand over her face as if she were embarrassed, and he pulled it away, snaring her gaze.

  “Never be ashamed. You are magnificent. Never doubt it for one second.” He silenced her rebuttal with a kiss.

  Cam deserved sunshine and happiness. She deserved the world handed to her on a silver platter. She didn’t know it yet, but…

  He was going to do everything in his power to be the man who gave it to her.