His dark eyes never strayed from her face and finally he turned and she followed him up that impressive staircase to her room. He dropped her bag on the king sized bed. The room itself was sparsely but expensively furnished.
The king sized bed had black velvet upholstered headboard and foot board. There was an overstuffed chair off to the side and a huge, carved armor off to the other side. Beyond that was a huge desk with an ornate chair perched in front of it.
“There’s a bathroom over here,” Clayton said. He walked over and Charlene noticed the door. She was surprised that it slid into the wall instead of opening in or out.
She quickly walked over to take a look inside. The bathroom was massive, likely larger than her living room at home and had a glass shower, huge jet tub and a double vanity.
“Jeez, if your guest bedroom looks like this I can only imagine what your bedroom looks like,” Charlene said. She immediately regretted her words and felt a hot blush settle on her face.
Clayton laughed but his dark eyes held something deep and undefined and Charlene had to look away. “It might look pretty much the same, just larger.” Clayton assured her with his light tone. “If you want to change I can meet you downstairs.”
“Sure,” Charlene whispered. As soon as Clayton left she flopped down on the bed and covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “This cannot be real.”
When she opened her eyes everything was still there. Clayton really did own a mansion and she really was there. She closed her eyes again and imagined Clayton in beach attire which included no shirt and a whole lot of muscular, bare chest. Her entire body tensed painfully at imagining him, half naked, in that cave with her.
“Get a grip Charlene,” she told herself angrily, sliding off the bed. She unzipped her suitcase much more forcefully than was necessary and hunted around until she found the plain black bikini she’d brought. Seeing Clayton’s house she wished she’d had something fancier. A four hundred dollar swim suit instead of a twenty dollar one.
Charlene slipped out of her maxi dress and into the bikini. She walked into the bathroom, the white marble floors cool on the undersides of her feet, and studied herself in the massive mirror.
Not bad. Though she hadn’t had time to do anything but yoga in the past few months and even then, just to relieve stress, Charlene was still quite fit. Perhaps never having time to eat a proper meal helped.
She inspected herself from the side, feeling ridiculous. Her breasts had never been on the large side but they looked good in the bikini top. Her stomach was flat, her hips gently tapered and her legs long and shapely.
What would Clayton think when he saw her in a bikini?
Frowning, Charlene pushed that thought out of her mind. God, he probably wouldn’t even notice. He had never given her any sign that he returned her feelings. When she’d been sixteen he saw her as a daughter. Why should he think of her any differently now?
Charlene’s determination to stop thinking about Clayton faltered the second she saw him downstairs. If he’d looked good in clothes he looked phenomenal without them. She’d been right about him having the body of a man twenty years younger.
His powerful shoulders were broad and well-muscled. His abdomen was chiseled and he definitely had a defined six pack. His skin was bronzed from hours spent in the sun. His shorts ended just below his knees and the rest of his exposed leg was thick with corded muscle.
Charlene could hardly tear her eyes off of his body but forced herself to look only at his face. Which was in itself a pleasure. She’d always had a thing for older men. To her, men just got better with age. Clayton’s dark hair was cut short on the sides and left longer on the top. There were streaks of gray at the temples but his hair was cut so short it was hard to see it there. Not that she would have minded. A strong brow, which shadowed dark eyes, leveled into a straight nose and a square jaw that was always clean shaven. His lips were strong, not narrow or thin like some men’s.
“Are you ready?” Clayton’s gaze swept over her body and Charlene felt herself blush again.
She nodded. “I think so.”
Clayton grinned. “Come on then. I’ll race you down to the beach.” He took off running through the back of the house and Charlene stood, planted to the floor, feet frozen in shock.
Had he really just said race you? She heard a door bang shut on the other end of the house and figured Clayton meant it.
With a little cry of excitement she took off running. She found the back sliding glass door and let herself out and then she was chasing him as he strode powerfully and effortlessly to the sand that lay below.
The wind tangled in her hair, the sand was warm and soft under her feet. Charlene raised her hands to the air and laughed. She couldn’t recall the last time she had ever felt so free.
Chapter 6
The Cave
The sight of Charlene racing down the beach, blonde hair streaming behind her, the late afternoon sun at her back, green eyes reflecting the ocean, stole Clayton’s breath.
He stopped and let her catch up. Her chest was heaving with the effort of running, her breasts rising and falling. He forced himself to tear his eyes away from her glorious body and focused on her face. Did she know what kind of havoc that swimsuit created for him? Lord, he could imagine stripping her right there on the beach and taking her in the sand while she writhed in ecstasy below him.
Clayton was instantly rock fucking hard at the thought. Which was pretty damn hard to hide in shorts. He turned; making sure Charlene couldn’t see that part of him and walked towards the cave. The huge rock formation was already in view and when he cast a glance at her beside him he could tell she was already captivated by the natural beauty of the shore.
They walked for a few minutes before they came to the cave’s entrance. It was tall enough for them to go in without ducking. Charlene took the lead, venturing in excitedly.
The sun’s rays illuminated the first half but after that it was dark. She stopped, still standing in the light and Clayton halted.
“This is amazing! You can only reach it when the tide is low?”
“That’s right.”
“It’s not going to come in and kill us is it?”
Clayton smiled. “No. We’ll be out of here before it ever comes back in.”
“How far are we going to explore?” Charlene’s expression was doubtful, as though she suddenly wondered whether coming here was a good idea or not.
“Only as far as you want. I just thought it might be interesting to see it.”
“It is.” Charlene glanced around at the dripping walls. Water covered the sandy, rocky floor and she took another few steps inside, glancing around. “I feel like if I was a kid this would be the best place in the world. All my friends would have been jealous to hear about it.”
Clayton stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Charlene froze when she noticed how near he was. He told himself to back away, that this was too close. There was little more than a few inches between them and that damn bikini of hers was aching to be torn away.
Fuck.
His hands itched at his sides to reach out and touch her. He’d always wanted to run his fingers through that thick blonde hair, to see if it was as warm and soft as it looked. What would the nape of her neck smell like, her skin so soft and delicate. Would her perfume be floral or spicy or would she not have applied any there at all?
Clayton shook his head but he couldn’t tear his eyes off her face. His gaze dropped to her full, sensuous mouth. How soft would her lips be under his own? How responsive would she be to passion?
“Clayton?” His name came out in a whispered rush and Charlene froze. Her green eyes took on a different hue, darkening slightly. Her gaze was focused on his mouth. She exhaled in a long rush and he saw a tremor go through her hands when he looked down at them.
“Charlene,” Clayton said softly. He was rapidly losing the battle against his traitorous body. He knew he needed to get
out of that cave, that private, tucked away hole in the earth, before things got out of hand. Another minute longer and he was going to break his promise to act like a gentleman.
Before he could stop himself he reached out and took a lock of her hair between his thumb and index finger. He rolled the soft gold over the digits and sighed at the silky feel.
“Clayton,” Charlene whispered, turning into him. She raised her face expectantly, her eyes stormy. Her lips parted slightly and her little pink tongue darted out to wet them.
“Charlene…” Clayton ground out. He took her face in his hands, tilting it up as he lowered his.
Her lips met his and a dizzying heat exploded inside his chest. Clayton tried to pull back when he realized what he’d done but Charlene reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him fast. Her tongue snaked out and she licked his lips, tasting him. Clayton groaned and his mouth parted. Her own became furious and insistent. He couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, from taking her tongue into his mouth and suckling it gently before he stroked it with deep, hard strokes that he wanted to mirror somewhere else.
His hand came down to the small of her back, the other on her hip as he crushed her soft curves to the hard planes of his body. Fire ripped through his veins and drowned out all other rational thought. He could only focus on having her.
Her hands were frantic on the button of his khaki shorts, a wordless expression of her desire for him. Surely if she didn’t want this she would have pulled away? Slapped his face? Called him a pervert and demand that he stop. She did none of that.
Clayton could taste her own raw need in that desperate kiss. He forced his hand between them and covered hers where she was fumbling with the button. He easily undid it and then her hands were on his skin, searching and finding his achingly hard cock. She pushed his shorts down his hips with her other hand, springing him free.
Even in the darkness of the cave he saw her eyes widen. His cock stood out between them, thick and ready, the tip already glistening with drops of precum.
“Charlene…” Clayton tried to tell her to stop. He was going to say it wasn’t right but then she reached up and undid the tie on her bikini top. It fell and she was working at the knots at her back. The tiny top dropped to the wet cave floor and any resistance Clayton might have had, his last ounce of self-control completely fled at the sight of her round orbs. They were utterly perfect, the rosy nipples hard, straining little buds begging for his touch and his mouth.
“I’ve had a crush on you for ten years,” Charlene whispered. “Ten years! I want to do this Clayton. I want to see if all those fantasies were really as good as I made them out to be.”
Chapter 7
Finally
Clayton’s lungs collapsed, pushing all the oxygen out in a rush of breath. Fantasies? He’d had plenty of those himself.
Charlene’s eyes never left his face as she undid the ties on her bikini bottoms. They fell away in a rush and she was gloriously naked. The sunlight that filtered into the cave bathed and shadowed her body in turns and Clayton thought it was possible that he might actually come just looking at her.
Her pussy was completely hairless and his hands ached to touch that smooth, creamy expanse of skin, to explore her tight, wet heat. His mouth watered to taste her, to explore her with his tongue and drink in her womanly musk.
Charlene waited, her eyes never leaving his face. With a growl, Clayton strode forward. He claimed her mouth, the kiss viscous and hungry. He parted her mouth and this time his tongue delved into hers, tasting her sweetness. She whimpered and arched into him. His cock pressed painfully into the soft skin of her belly. Her taut nipples were jammed up against the granite of his chest.
Breaking the kiss, Charlene pulled away. Her breath was as ragged as his own. “Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”
“Are you asking me then to break my promise not to do this? To act like a gentleman? Because once we do this there is no going back.”
“Yes. Oh god yes. I just never thought that you would have wanted me like this.” Charlene reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face back down to hers. He surprised her by not kissing her, but by dipping his head lower and finding the valley of her throat. He kissed her there, savoring the sweetness of her skin. Clayton inhaled the floral scent that she had indeed dabbed onto her neck right below her earlobe.
He nipped her neck gently and Charlene cried out in surprise. Her hand rested on his chest, supporting herself. She arched into him, mewling gently when he bent his head further, exploring her with his mouth. He found her nipple and suckled the rose hued bud gently. She cried out, her voice echoing through the cave.
He found her other nipple with his hand and rolled it lightly between his index finger and thumb. If possible, the bud hardened even more. When he pinched lightly, Charlene gasped. He imagined torturing those sweet nipples, seeing just how much she could endure. He pushed the thought aside. That was for a later time. Or not at all. This was Charlene, the most precious woman in the world, and he would never do anything to hurt or frighten her.
He shocked her by falling to his knees. One strong hand gripped her waist and steadied her, the other delved between her legs. His fingers brushed her molten core and she whimpered low in her throat. She leaned into his touch, opening herself to him.
The taste of her honeyed musk on his tongue nearly sent Clayton spiraling into a tailspin. She was so sweet, so rich tasting, so delicate. Her nectar was beyond anything he had ever tasted or imagined. She was utter perfection.
He explored her wet, heated folds with gentle laps of his tongue. He brought his hand up and parted her gently with his index finger, licking her sweet nectar as he worshiped his way to her tight entrance.
His tongue delved into her, penetrating her sharply and Charlene cried out. She trembled violently, thrusting her body into his touch in a silent plea for more. Clayton lapped at her in long, hot strokes. He started at her entrance and gently sucked and kissed her until he found her clit. The little numb was already swollen and hard and Clayton was willing to bet that just a couple flicks of his tongue would send her careening over the edge.
He circled her slowly with his tongue, gently, just enough to provoke cries of pleasure and a cry of utter indignation when he removed his mouth completely. He blew gently against her heated flesh and she shivered.
“Clayton,” she cried, burying her hands in his hair. “I want you.”
He grinned wickedly into the semi darkness of the cave. “Not yet Charlene. I want this to last.”
She groaned in disappointment. “Just take me Clayton. We have time for everything else later. I just need you right now.”
Fuck. Clayton thought he was just starting to regain his edge, his self-control and then she had to go and say something like that. His willpower crumbled and he saw red. She was right. He wanted inside of her too fucking badly to wait any longer.
“Are you on the pill?” Clayton pushed up from the ground, his hands already encircling her waist.
“Yes,” Charlene gasped. She sensed the change in him, the raw male need that drove him forward and her own body responded with just as much desperation.
Clayton picked her up effortlessly, as though she weighed nothing at all. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his muscled hips and he took a step forward, wedging her between the cave wall and his own body.
It was a rough surface and the rock was biting into her back but Charlene didn’t utter a word of protest. She ducked down to avoid the low roof and fitted her lips to his, stealing his breath away with a scorching kiss that matched his own ardent need.
Clayton reached between them and gripped his cock. He shifted Charlene slightly so that he could fit himself to her wet, swollen pussy. She moaned when she felt his cockhead part her. He stopped at her entrance, giving her one last chance to tell him no.
She writhed against him, locking her legs around his hips, grinding her heels into his mus
cled bottom, wordlessly urging him forward.
Breaking the kiss, Charlene waited. Her breath came in little raspy gasps that were hot as hell. Clayton growled when he plunged into her, entering her tight heat in one hard, raw thrust.
Charlene cried out, her pelvis jacking into his painfully as she ground herself against him, taking all of his massive cock right to the hilt. She was so small yet she fit him perfectly. Her tight pussy closed around him and Clayton thought he might just lose his mind. God, anyone would think he was a teenager with his first girlfriend if they knew how close he was to coming.
He grit his teeth and concentrated on his hard thrusts. Charlene ground against him wildly, abandoning herself to the pleasure sweeping over her body. Her eyes closed and he saw the rapture on her face right before she leaned into his neck. Her breath was heady and ragged in his ear. One hand gripped his hair painfully, the nails of her other hand dug into his shoulder.
He liked the sweet little bursts of pain with the pleasure. God, he loved the way she raked her nails over his back. If she drew blood, Clayton would be even more pleased but he didn’t dare ask for that and frighten her with his strange request.
His fingers gripped the flesh of her hips as he thrust harder, pistoning into her at a frenzied pace. She clung to him fiercely as their flesh slapped together, the only noise in the cave the sounds of their bodies, their hoarse breaths and low moans.
Charlene went totally rigid and Clayton knew that she was close. Her breathing changed, coming in short little pants. She made a mewling cry in the back of her throat and then she shattered apart. Her sharp cries of pleasure rent the silence of the cave.
He held her tightly as she trembled against him, her body writing and grinding on him as she rode out the waves of her climax. Her nails did score his back, but the pain felt sweet and welcome. Her pussy gripped him tightly as she trembled, pulling Clayton’s own climax from him. He groaned, the sound torn from his throat and echoing through the cave. Her tight heat milked him as he came inside of her, filling her with hot jets that seemed to last forever.
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