One long Embrace

by Tina Folsom

  “But I—”

  “Tara,” he warned, with a deep rumble in his voice. “Be a good girl tonight. And if you still feel the same way tomorrow and decide you need a waiter or a construction worker to piss off your parents, then you can jump my bones anytime you want.”

  She stared at him, wide eyed and surprised at his offer.

  “Just one word of warning though,” Jay added. “I’m not the kind of guy you can toss aside after one night, so be careful what you start.”

  6

  Jay stirred. He’d been awake half the night, watching Tara sleep in his arms, wondering whether to continue with his charade. When she’d revealed her issues with her parents and how she felt about rich men, he’d realized that confessing that he was wealthy and exactly the kind of guy her parents would love to have as a son-in-law, would only make her flee. It would have confirmed all her assumptions: that rich guys felt entitled and played with other people’s feelings.

  And he didn’t want her to think that of him. He wanted her to get to know him away from all the things her parents found so important. Just as he wanted to get to know the real Tara, the one she’d started revealing last night. The young woman with dreams and fears. The brave woman who’d rescued a stranger from drowning.

  Jay opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, stretching out his arm to bring Tara back into the curve of his body. But the other side of the bed was empty. He reared up.

  “Tara?”

  He let his eyes wander around the sleeping cabin. The door to the bathroom stood open. It was empty. His gaze shot to the closet where Tara had hung her damp dress the night before. The hanger was still there, but the dress was gone.

  He listened for sounds from the upper deck, but only silence greeted him.

  Tara was gone. She’d heeded his warning this time and decided to leave, before she got into something she didn’t want to continue. Apparently the thought of dating a poor waiter and construction guy wasn’t as appealing in the light of day as it had been at night.

  Jay walked into the bathroom. As he went about his morning routine, disappointment swept through him. He’d thought he’d seen something in Tara that had made him believe she was different from the other young women of New York and the Hamptons, willing to give an ordinary guy a chance. Clearly, he’d been wrong. However, the spark had been there, he knew that. He’d seen it in the way she’d looked at him, in the way she’d reacted when he’d kissed her, when he’d touched her. When he’d licked her smooth, hairless pussy in the shower. Just thinking back to it made him hard.

  Jay switched on the water and stepped underneath the warm spray, imagining Tara to be with him. Wishing the water running down his skin was her touch. Her lips kissing him, her hands caressing him, wrapping around his hard rod. Pumping him. Yet his cock was thrusting into his own hand, his hips pumping air, while with the other hand he braced himself against the tile wall.

  He closed his eyes, seeing her in front of him like the moment he’d stepped into the bathroom. Creamy smooth skin, small, yet beautifully formed breasts with rosy nipples, slim hips, and a pussy that had nearly robbed him of his breath. He hadn’t expected her to be bare, but now that he’d seen her like this, he couldn’t imagine how he’d ever liked anything different.

  Her skin against his lips had felt soft like velvet, and he’d been close to coming in his tuxedo pants when she’d stopped him. Yet now, in his imagination, she wasn’t stopping him. She was letting him continue, writhing underneath him, moaning out her pleasure.

  He pumped his cock harder and faster, his chest heaving now as if he were running a marathon. His balls pulled up tightly. He remembered the taste of her juices on his tongue and shuddered. His semen shot through his cock and rained over his hand and the tile wall. The warm water washed it away, but it couldn’t wash away the disappointment that Tara hadn’t given him a chance.

  He stayed under the shower for a long time before pulling out his razor and starting to shave. Finally he turned off the water and dried off. He hung the towel over the rail and strode into his stateroom, heading for the closet. At the sound of a creaking floorboard near the door, he whirled around.

  “What the—” He stopped himself, frozen in place.

  Tara stood in the door, a small traveling bag in her hand. She wore shorts and a tank top. And she was staring at him with an open mouth, her eyes traveling over his naked body.

  “I thought you’d left,” he managed to say. And though by now he’d recovered enough to be able to reach for a piece of clothing to cover his lower half, he didn’t.

  Tara shook her head without taking her eyes off him. Fair enough. He’d seen her naked the night before. It was only fair that she now got a good look at him. He wasn’t shy. Besides, he liked the way her eyes roamed over him.

  “I only went back to the Gilberts’ house to get my things. Nobody saw me. They were too busy fighting because of Holly. It’s a right mess. But I’m sure they’ll work it out.”

  Jay nodded. Paul was a smart man. He would do the right thing, whatever that turned out to be. “Frankly, I wasn’t expecting you to come back. I thought you’d snuck out not wanting to see me again after last night.”

  She took a few steps closer and placed her bag next to the bed. “I was thinking…”

  “Yeah?”

  Tara dropped her gaze lower, sending a tingling sensation through his body. Despite the fact that he’d climaxed less than half an hour earlier, he felt his cock swell again.

  “You were really nice to me last night…”

  He tried to swallow away the lust that her words conjured up—with little success. “Which part?”

  Her cheeks flushed a little, attesting to the fact that she understood very clearly where his mind was heading—back to the shower with him kneeling in front of her.

  Tara’s lips parted, hesitating. “I wasn’t talking about… I mean, I wanted to say it was nice that you let me stay after everything, you know. Another man would have tossed me out on my ass for what I tried to do.”

  He wasn’t quite sure yet where she was going with this, but he was definitely curious. “Uh-huh.”

  Another step brought her even closer. She was within his reach now. If he stretched out his arm, he could touch her, pull her to him.

  “I wanted to make it up to you.” She dropped her gaze to his groin.

  Her gesture was unmistakable. She was offering to suck his cock. Instinctively, Jay took a step back. “You can’t be serious. Don’t you remember what we talked about yesterday?”

  She met his eyes then and gave a tentative smile. “That’s why I’m back. Because of what you said. And what you did. Because you stopped me from doing something stupid. Even though it meant you didn’t get what you wanted. And even though we slept in the same bed last night, you didn’t try to seduce me. Although I know you wanted to. You put my wishes ahead of yours. Nobody’s ever done that for me.”

  “And that’s why you’ve decided to suck my cock?”

  Tara shook her head. “No.”

  Had he misunderstood her completely? “So you haven’t come to…?” He made a motion to his cock, which hung heavy between his legs, ready to rise at a moment’s notice.

  She smiled and closed the distance between them. “Oh, I’ve come to suck your gorgeous cock. But not because you were a friend last night. If that were the only thing, then I would have bought you a nice bottle of wine and thanked you.”

  He lifted one side of his mouth. “Somehow I don’t think there’s wine in that bag of yours.”

  “No wine for you, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. But don’t let me interrupt you. You were saying…”

  “Ah, yes, I was just trying to explain why I’ve decided to come back and suck your cock.”

  He felt said appendage twitch in anticipation.

  “You see, when you kissed and touched me last night, I realized that I didn’t care what anybody thought. I just wanted to be with you and enjoy the
moment.”

  Jay put his palm on her nape and drew her head closer. “What about your parents? Aren’t you doing this so you can get back at them?”

  “Not anymore. Besides, I’d never tell my parents that I just tossed an utterly gorgeous naked man on his bed and sucked his cock until he came.”

  Tossed? Sucked? Past tense?

  Before the last word was out, Tara pushed against his chest and made him lose his balance. He landed with his back on the bed.

  She smiled down at him. “What you and I do is nobody else’s business.” She hesitated. “Now, do you want me to take my clothes off or not?”

  “Off,” Jay uttered and watched her follow his hoarse command.

  7

  Jay looked at her with raw hunger in his eyes, while Tara took her time to pull her tank top over her head and toss it to the foot of the bed. This time she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had to smile involuntarily when she saw Jay’s reaction to her little striptease. His cock twitched and filled with more blood, getting harder with every second.

  “Tara?”

  She met his inquisitive gaze. “Yes?”

  “You sure about this?”

  She popped the button of her shorts open and lowered the zipper. “Don’t you want me anymore?” She already knew the answer to the question, because it now curved against Jay’s belly.

  He followed her gaze and smirked. “You know I do.” Then he looked at her, searched her eyes. “Just to get this straight: so you’re willing to date a guy who’s got nothing to offer you.”

  Tara shimmied out of her shorts and stepped out of the flip-flops. “I wouldn’t say that.” She gave his cock a pointed look. “You’ve got quite a lot to offer from what I can see.”

  “Darlin’,” he murmured thickly. “I had pegged you for the innocent kind. Guess I’ll have to revise my opinion of you.”

  “Innocent?” She smiled to cover up her surprise at Jay having figured her out so quickly. Because she was quite innocent in many ways. But she was bent on changing that. “I take offense at that!”

  He laughed, and the soft sound reverberated through her body. She hooked her thumbs into her panties.

  “Well, in that case, you should punish me for making such an offensive remark.” Jay’s eyes sparkled with mischief when he watched her take off her last piece of clothing.

  “That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

  God, she’d never been so forward. Sure, she’d given the occasional blowjob before, but never like this, never at the very beginning of a relationship. She’d never felt comfortable, but things were different with Jay.

  She didn’t have to think of how she came across, what impression she made. The pressure was off. She could simply follow her body and her heart and do whatever felt good. Nobody would judge her. She wasn’t with a man who would weigh up if she was the right woman to marry and bear his children. And she wouldn’t have to worry that he would tell his society friends that she wasn’t that great in bed.

  Slowly, she slid onto the bed and placed her hands on his thighs, spreading them farther so she could kneel in between them. She stared at his cock. It stood in a neatly trimmed bed of dark hair, thick veins snaking up its length to the mushroomed head.

  “Tara, you don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” Jay said, sitting up. He placed one hand at her nape and brushed his thumb along her jaw. “How about you let me finish what I started yesterday in the shower? And then maybe later when you’re more comfortable with me—”

  She put a finger across his lips, stopping him. “But I want to.” And now even more so, because he didn’t ask for it, he didn’t demand. Not like her ex-boyfriends had. “I want to explore you.”

  Jay pressed his forehead to hers, his minty breath ghosting over her skin. “You’re an enigma. Every time I think I’ve figured you out, you throw me a curveball. You have so many layers. And I’d love to peel them all off one by one.”

  She chuckled at his assessment. “I’m really not that complicated. I just want to have fun.”

  “If that’s what you want, I promise we’ll have lots of fun. Starting right now.”

  He captured her lips, kissing her tenderly at first, as if to give her a chance to pull back if she wanted to change her mind. When she didn’t and brought her arms around him to pull him closer to her, he slanted his mouth and dove between her parted lips, his tongue licking against hers, stroking gently, then with more pressure, more determination.

  One hand cupped her nape, holding her closely to him, while his other hand came up to stroke one side of her breast, making her shiver with pleasure. His hands were rough, calloused. She hadn’t noticed that fact the night before when he’d touched her in the shower. But she didn’t mind. They were the hands of a working man. A real man.

  His touch was electrifying. Her pulse began to race. But he gave her no reprieve. His kiss turned from gentle to searing in an instant, and she was incapable of stopping. When he suddenly severed the kiss, breathing hard, she was able to gasp for much needed air.

  “Darlin’, you’re gonna make me come just by kissing me,” he murmured hoarsely.

  “But you’re kissing me,” she protested.

  “Same difference,” he growled.

  Smiling to herself she drew back and gave him a shove so he landed on his back on the mattress. “Now let’s get back to the original plan.”

  She scooted down a bit and leaned over his groin. Then she blew a breath against the tip of his cock.

  “Fuck! Tara!”

  “Patience,” she murmured and licked her tongue over the round head.

  A groan came from Jay, while his hips jerked upward.

  Pleased by his reaction, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and licked her tongue all the way down his length, then reversed her direction. She flattened her tongue along the underside of his cock and took her time.

  “Oh my God! You feel good, Tara. So good.”

  Arrived at the tip of his erection, she opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. A visible shudder went through him. She acknowledged it with female satisfaction. Maybe she wasn’t that bad in bed after all. Maybe she just needed the right guy whom she felt comfortable with.

  Relaxing her jaw, Tara slid down on his hard rod, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. When she felt Jay’s palms on her cheeks, she thought he was going to force her to take him deeper, but instead he simply caressed her face.

  “Darlin’,” he murmured, his southern drawl even thicker than before. The sound sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. “I’ve never felt anything so…”

  She moved upward, then slid back down on him again, this time adding her hand to the mix.

  “…so good!” His moan was amplified by the wooden interior of the cabin.

  Encouraged by his praise, she increased her tempo, working his cock with her mouth and her hand, licking her tongue around the plump crown, while she cupped his sac with the other hand. The longer she sucked him, the more she wanted. She’d never been keen on performing blowjobs, but feeling how Jay was succumbing to her made her feel powerful and desirable. Sexy and experienced. She suddenly felt like a seductress who’d snared an unsuspecting man in her net and was now using him for her own pleasure. She could already feel her clit throb as if she was close to climaxing. Licking a man had never aroused her like this. But Jay’s body was addictive. His clean scent filled her senses and seemed to drug her.

  She lifted her eyes to look up at him without letting go of his cock. His head was pressed back into the pillow, his eyes closed, and the chords in his neck were bulging. His skin was glistening. Gorgeous.

  Jay suddenly raised his head and pinned her with his eyes as if he’d sensed that she was watching him. With his hands on her cheeks, he eased her off his cock.

  “No more.” He breathed hard.

  8

  Jay panted and sat up, drawing Tara into his arms.

  “Darlin’, you’re
amazing.” No woman had ever sucked him like this, with so much passion and skill. Maybe Tara was more experienced than he’d at first thought. Or a natural.

  He kissed her, pulling her upper lip into his mouth and licking his tongue over it, before releasing it again.

  Her lips tilted upward into the beginnings of a smile. “So you liked it?”

  “I loved it. But I can’t let you continue. I’m too close to coming.” And he wasn’t ready for that.

  He lifted her up and laid her with her back on the bed. “My turn.”

  A second later, he was crouched between her legs, his head at her sex. He took a deep breath, inhaling her arousal. Nothing was hidden from him. The lack of pubic hair allowed him to see every fold and every groove of her sex. With his hands on her inner thighs, he spread her wider, making her open up to him.

  “So pretty,” Jay murmured and looked up at her.

  A rose blush stole onto Tara’s cheeks and she lowered her lids, but didn’t avoid his gaze. Ah, yes, there was a lot of innocence left in her, despite the fact that she was trying to hide it from him by pretending to be the sultry seductress. He didn’t mind. He liked both sides of her: the innocent and the sinful.

  He brushed his finger along her slit, spreading the moisture that had gathered there, reveling in the softness of her skin and flesh. Her body jolted at the intimate contact, and her eyes closed. An eager moan came from her parted lips and the sound made his cock twitch with delight.

  Jay lowered his head and licked his tongue over the outer lips of her sex, tasting her warm dew.

  “Jay!” Tara cried out, her back arching off the sheets.

  “Easy, darlin’,” he murmured against her flesh. “Just relax now. I’ll take care of you.”

  Then he was back, licking her, tasting her, caressing her. He loved her taste, the sweet-tangy aroma of her arousal that made every slide against her flesh smooth. As he moved higher to attend to her center of pleasure and lick the little bundle of nerves, she writhed underneath him. Her sounds of pleasure were music to his ears, filling him with male pride. He was the one making her feel this way, giving her this pleasure.