by Loc Glin
His breath hitched.
He looked surprised. He looked hungry. He looked confused. “What is it, Adrian?” she asked, stroking his implement.
“I haven’t had a woman since my wife died.”
“I can’t say the same for me about my husband. I’ll be more than happy to reintroduce you to sex.”
“I…I…”
“Adrian, trust me. It won’t hurt.” She giggled. “Unless you want it to.” She pinched his nipples with her free hand.
“You aren’t afraid I’ll hurt you? After two years, I may not be able to control my desire. I could go a little crazy. Angelina didn’t like it when I lost control.”
“I like a good wild fuck every now and again. I’m feeling like that might be in order tonight. My cunt is already hot and ready. Just as ready as you are.” She stroked the length of his shaft.
She moved away from him and stood near the bed. She removed her robe and dropped it to the floor. “Do you want to see my body, Adrian?”
He nodded dumbly, his eyes burning with barely contained desire.
She slipped out of the straps and let her negligee slide below her breasts.
His gaze devoured her. Oh how she loved the feeling a man’s desire gave her. Her pussy began to drip. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and the negligee slid over her shapely hips as it floated to the floor.
He licked his lips. His hunger was evident.
“Your bottoms, Adrian, I’d like some company in this state of undress.” He stepped out of his bottoms immediately. He was looking at her with the same intent that a cat displayed just before it was ready to pounce on a mouse.
“That’s better. Do you want to fuck me, Adrian?” She strutted in front of the bed.
Speechless, he nodded. His hands seemed to twitch.
“Tell me, Adrian. Tell me you want to fuck me. You’ll tell me what you want, and I will tell you what I want. Do we have a deal?”
He nodded.
“Tell me, Adrian.”
“We have a deal,” he said in a horse whisper.
“What do you want, Adrian?”
“I want to fuck you,” he rasped as if it was pulled from him with great difficulty.
She moved as she spoke, a sensuous nymph, acting out her words. “What would you do if I were to lie on the bed and spread my legs wide for you like this?”
His hand had gone to his crotch as if he were in pain.
“Tell me, Adrian. Show me, Adrian.” She fingered her pussy. Her legs spread wide, inviting him.
He swallowed hard. “I want…” He closed his eyes as if in pain.
“Adrian, Angelina would want you to enjoy your life. She would want you to continue to live without her. She is probably very upset with you because you haven’t moved on.”
“I do need to move on…for her and for me.” He sounded sad.
“Adrian, look at me.” She waited until her eyes were locked with his. “I am here, flesh and blood. My body aches for you. Show me that you are alive. Honor her memory by being alive. Let us rejoice in life together. Fuck me and let’s live again.” She stretched her arms out to him. “Mount me, Adrian, and fuck me like the stallion I know you are.”
“My wife never talked like you do.”
“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”
“A good thing. A very good thing. I loved my wife with all of my heart, but it was frustrating trying to guess how she felt, what she wanted. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a woman who spoke her mind.”
“You are about to find out.” She chuckled and then made a sexy little noise. “Let’s see what my stallion is made of.” She beckoned him, wiggling her fingers.
He gave her body another hot perusal before he leaned forward and covered her open and inviting body.
She wrapped her arms around him. How good it felt to be under a man again. She worked the muscles of his back with her fingers before she cupped his face and drew his lips to hers. His upper body weight was supported on his elbows. His pelvis was pressing into hers. She could feel his cock against her womanhood. He pressed himself to her without entering her, teasing her and tempting her. She matched his movement, always pressing to be closer. She began to whimper her need as she captured his lips. Her hungry tongue worked to coax his mouth open. Her hips pressed harder as her tongue plundered his mouth. She ended the kiss, drawing in deep breaths.
He was breathing heavily, too. “You drive a man crazy, Rosa. I like your wanton ways. Do you want me to tell you how I feel now?”
“Yes, tell me,” she panted.
“I want my cock inside your pussy. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, I want your cock to fuck me.”
He positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her wet heat. She pushed up toward him, begging him to give her what she desired. She moaned. “You want it?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
“I am so hot for you I won’t last long. I’m going to bury my shaft into your hot cunt and then pump you like a wild man until I come, with no care about your needs. Tell me you want me to fuck you like that. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been too long.”
“Do it, Adrian. Lose yourself in me. I’m hot, and I want it hard and fast. I need to explode, too.
“Fuck, Rosa, I’ve never done this before.”
He buried himself in her. His guttural cry of ecstasy started her coming. His next three strokes had her exploding. “Fuck, Adrian, I’m coming. Can you feel it?”
Adrian’s body pumped as he released two years of sexual tension. He groaned and panted. His body strained and twitched as he held himself above her. His release was overwhelming as he collapsed on top of her. He quickly came to his senses and supported his weight on his elbows.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all. It was a good start.”
“Start?”
“Oh yes. I want a lot more of that.”
“You want more? You want me to fuck you again, now?”
“Well, as soon as you’re able, and then again tomorrow, and then the next day, and the day after that. That is if you’re willing.”
“If…I’m willing? I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
“Oooh, so you are.”
He started to move inside her slowly. “I’m ready for another ride when you are.”
“I think I’m ready for that ride right now,” she said. Her voice held a husky invitation.
Chapter 5
“This is Prince,” Jon said. “I know he looks like a brute, but he is forgiving of new riders. He will let you ride him just as I would.” And I really want you to ride me.
Adrian eyeballed the horse. “Are you sure?”
“Jon is right, Adrian. Prince is very gentle. He’ll let you mount and ride him. He won’t be doing anything that you can’t handle today,” Rosa added with a playful smile.
Jon hadn’t missed the undercurrent her words contained, and by the look Adrian shot her, he hadn’t either, although there was something different about his expression today. I’ll bet that little minx paid Adrian a visit last night. “I guess I’ll have to find out where I stand with him today,” he muttered. He put his hand on Adrian’s shoulder. “Put your foot in the stirrup and swing your leg over his back. I’ll stand here for support. I’ll give you a push up.”
Rosa laughed. “He has a fine ass, Jon. I’ll attest to that.”
“I thought so, but I’d like to find out for myself.”
Adrian swung himself onto the saddle. His face was just slightly flushed. He looked down at Jon. Jon’s hand was resting on Adrian’s thigh. Adrian didn’t seem to notice or mind. “She has a fine ass, too. I’ll attest to that.” He gave Jon a smile and a look filled with that intimate knowledge.
“Yes, she does. Maybe with you around, I can explore it again.”
Rosa laughed. “I hope so, Jon, I truly do.” She turned her horse toward the beach.
Adrian sat on Prince.
Jon and Rosa were right. Prince was indeed a prince, for he was sure footed, and his gait was smooth. It wasn’t long before he began to relax.
It was hard to believe that he was actually here. He hadn’t seen Jon in the nude, but he was pretty sure he was the man in the painting, just as he was pretty sure Rosa was the woman. He’d secretly wished he was here, and now he was. The woman Minerva had to have had something to do with it. How it happened, why it happened, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to know. He finally felt alive again, so he wasn’t going to question it. He was going to enjoy it and go wherever it led him. He would try to follow Minerva’s advice and follow his heart’s true desires. Unfortunately he couldn’t quite get his heart to let go of his happy memories of his wife and their life in New York.
His thoughts turned inward and waged a battle. Guilt about his night with Rosa gnawed away at his gut. He fought it. His mind would seesaw back and forth. He recalled his frustration at not being able to move on after Angelina’s death, and now his concern about how quickly things were happening with these two wonderful people. He had to try to fill the empty hole in his life. Rosa and Jon may be what he needed. How could he be thinking about Jon? Rosa had been more woman than he’d ever had. What was the matter with him? Why did he still desire Jon? He mentally shook himself. Wherever it led him he affirmed in his mind. He focused his attention on the horse in front of him.
“Over there, Rosa,” Jon called.
“That’s a nice spot,” she agreed.
They steered the horses to a copse with three trees for shade. They tethered the horses.
“Are you hungry, Adrian?” Rosa asked. Her body brushed his.
“More than you know,” he answered. He was hungry for more than just food. He’d watched her backside cradled by that saddle for a few hours, all the time wishing he was under it.
The food and wine had been dispersed among the three saddlebags. It was a light lunch consisting of crackers, cheese, wine, chicken, and some grapes. Rosa and Jon spread out the blanket. Both of them were bending and stretching, and the thought crossed his mind that the two of them were vying for his attention. He couldn’t make up his mind who he wanted to watch more. The feeling should have creeped him out, but he’d decided to put all his inhibitions on hold. That meant allowing himself to enjoy the forbidden fruit his imagination had created with the painting.
“What can I do to help?”
“We’ve got it under control, Adrian,” Jon said.
“You can strip, so I can look at your body,” Rosa offered.
She was smiling from ear to ear. Maybe she was expecting him to blush. He didn’t. He was getting used to the way these two talked. Truth be told, he liked it. He liked it a lot. He was beginning to enjoy participating.
The talk kept his cock just below the boiling point. It was ready to spring into action after any given exchange. It was a very satisfying feeling. To have desire and lust so close to the surface at all times was invigorating. “I’m willing if you are,” he teased. “But I must warn you, Jon has provided me with a bathing suit.”
She looked disappointed. She flashed Jon a condemning look. “I hope it was one of those skimpy little things you favor,” she said. Her tone sounded like a pouty little child whining about the wrong kind of candy.
Jon laughed a carefree, hearty laugh that warmed Adrian’s heart. “Rosa, I didn’t want to scare him away before we get to know him more intimately. Although I have a feeling you have gotten to know him more intimately already.” He gave a mischievous and knowing look at Rosa and then at Adrian.
“You know her very well, Jon,” Adrian said.
“That I do.”
“I miss some of the ways he knows me. I’m hoping we can rectify that very soon. She gave Jon a loving glance.
“I’m hoping for that, too,” Jon said. He kissed her cheek.
Adrian wasn’t sure exactly what they were talking about, but by the hot looks he was receiving from both of them, he thought it might have something to do with him. His straightlaced upbringing kicked in and caused a moment of guilt and indecision before his imagination took over. He got hard thinking about sharing Rosa with Jon. The idea intrigued him, and he wondered what it would be like.
He pulled off his clothes as did the others. Jon wore a very skimpy suit similar to the one he had on. The hard-ons they both sported were evident beneath the material. Rosa was topless in a bikini thong.
“If I get a tan line, I’m going to hold both of you responsible,” she said. She walked toward the water, her derriere jiggling in a sexy manner. She lifted and fluffed her hair while looking over her shoulder at them.
Adrian looked at Jon. “Does that mean she usually swims in the nude?”
Jon laughed. “More like always.”
“Come on, boys. I’m waiting,” she called from the water’s edge.
The water was so clear he could see the ocean floor. They swam out a bit. The water rose and fell sometimes over their heads, sometimes to the waist. He watched the fish swim by.
Rosa swam up to Adrian and locked her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed into his chest. She made sure they moved over his skin and floated before his eyes in turn. His manhood bulged. She locked her legs around him. She leaned into his ear. “Now, if you didn’t have that suit on, I could play with you without interference. She cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them.
“I see what you mean,” he said in a throaty whisper. “Why don’t you pull them down? Jon isn’t watching.”
She reached inside his suit and fished out his stiff cock. She worked the suit down toward his knees so his balls hung free. His balls and his cock bobbed in the water. He’d have to try skinny-dipping. If it felt like this, he wanted more of it.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock with one hand and held herself to him with the other. She stroked his length. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He looked over at Jon. Jon seemed occupied watching the fish swimming by. He looked at Rosa’s bobbing breasts and groaned.
Let me make it easier for you,” she said as she wiggled out of her bottoms. She held them in one hand over his shoulder dangling down the middle of his back. She recaptured his cock with her other hand. “Now, what do you want to do, Adrian?”
Angelina flashed through his mind. The memory caused a moment of hesitation. He was a man, with a man’s needs. Angelina was dead. He was alive. He had to hold that thought in his mind. He pushed the guilt away. He wanted to enjoy this moment forever. He pressed his lips to her neck and sucked. The salt water added a delicious seasoning to her delicate skin. She shuddered in his arms. He slid one hand around her waist and the other between her legs. She stroked him, and he opened her pussy with his fingers. He slid two fingers inside her slick recesses. She moaned. Jon swam toward them. Adrian froze.
“What is it, Adrian?”
“Jon is coming.”
“Good, the more the merrier.”
Adrian relaxed. “You don’t mind more than one man at a time? You’re not embarrassed?”
“Embarrassed?” She laughed. “Jon and I have been here before.”
Jon swam up next to them. “I see you have our friend in the palm of your hand.” He made it obvious he was watching her stroke him.
“Yes, I do, and it feels good.”
Jon moved behind her. “I suppose you’d like his cock in your pussy, wouldn’t you?”
“Can you talk him into doing that for me?” she said, leaning backward into Jon’s chest. Jon held her ass in his hands. She spread her legs open and put them around Adrian’s waist. Adrian released her waist. He took his fingers out of her pussy.
She moaned. “Not nice, Adrian.” Adrian leaned forward to suck her tits. “But I forgive you.”
“She won’t be happy until you slide your cock into her.”
Adrian looked at Jon. He saw the heat in Jon’s brown eyes and was surprised at how much it turned him on. His straightlaced moral upbringing reared its ug
ly head once again. He pushed it away. His cock throbbed even harder, aching for release.
“Do you want me to fuck you while Jon watches, Rosa?” Saying the words made it feel sinful. If it was wrong, why did it feel so right?
“That would be nice.”
Adrian growled. “Fuck,” he said as he slid his shaft into her recesses, leaving those uptight morals behind.
“That looks really good, Adrian,” Jon said.
Adrian’s hands touched Jon’s hands as he took Rosa’s cheeks into his palms. Jon’s hand drifted past Adrian’s balls as Jon moved his hands up and around Rosa’s breasts. Jon cupped Rosa’s breasts and pinched her nipples so Adrian could see them become hard buds.
“Fuck her, Adrian. She wants it. Give her what she wants.”
Adrian began to slide in and out of Rosa’s pussy. His balls floated in the water, adding a new dimension to the feeling. He pumped her and was turned on when he heard her moans and Jon’s groans. Jon was watching Adrian’s cock fuck Rosa’s pussy. Adrian had a strange feeling coursing through him. He liked Jon looking at his dick. It made him even more excited than he had been last night. What was happening to him?
“It feels so good, Jon. He fills me. His cock is throbbing inside me. He…”
Adrian felt her cunt twitch as it creamed all over him.
She breathed hard. “He makes me comes so fast. His cock feels that good.”
Adrian was pushed over the edge. Her cunt pulsing around him was more than he could take. He pumped her hard and fast.
“He’s ready to come. Come, Adrian. Pump her full of your spunk,” Jon coaxed.
Adrian stiffened as he filled her and was drained. He pulled in deep breaths as his heart rate evened out. He should feel some kind of moral outrage. He’d just fucked a woman while another man watched. He didn’t feel that way though. He couldn’t. This wasn’t wrong.
He held Rosa there for a long moment while they regained their senses. His cock began to soften, and it slipped from her pussy.
She moved away from him. “That was really nice, boys. Now I’m hungry…for lunch that is. I’ll meet you by the blanket.” She dove under the water, and he and Jon were treated to the sight of her ass breaking the surface before it disappeared from view.
