Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology

by Vivian Wood

  "Come," he says after a while, taking my wine glass and placing it on the table beside the outdoor sofa. He leads me up the stairs to the third floor, and I discover the entire upstairs area is a huge open bedroom. A massive bed commands the far wall of the room.

  He leads me to the bed and pulls my clothes off. Pulling back the covers, he holds them for me to climb in then gently tucks them all around me. Surrendering to the feel of the soft sheets on my skin, I am vaguely aware of Blake's hard body sliding in bed next to me, pulling me into the warmth of his arms as I drift away.

  Vineyard

  "I can definitely get used to this," I murmur into Blake's chest as I wake up with his arm around me, my legs draped over his. His knee is nestled right against my sensitive core, and I grind myself against his skin already on edge this morning. He kisses the top of my head and extricates himself from our entwined limbs.

  Stretching his arms over his head while standing beside the bed, he turns back toward me, giving me full view of his naked, hard cock. Raising his eyebrow, he wraps his hand over his swollen flesh and asks me, "Can you get used to this? That is the question, Ash."

  "Oh, I am sure I can," I reply, crawling over the bed toward him.

  "Show me," he says, gliding my head toward his cock.

  I lick the smooth skin around the swollen tip of his shaft and circle my lips around it as I look up into his eyes for approval.

  "Very good, Ash," he says, squeezing the back of my head as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive skin. Slowly, he pulls back away from my mouth, pulling me to my feet.

  "If you keep that up, I will not be able to contain myself today, and I have plans beyond ensconcing with you all day in bed." He rubs his lips against mine, dipping his tongue inside my mouth, lingering just a moment before pulling away from me and striding toward the bathroom.

  Confounded, I watch him stride out of the room. Why is he not taking me the way he threatened when I first met him? He has to know that I want him. What is he waiting for?

  ***

  After winding our way through the back roads of the sunny Viguiera-lined hills of California, Blake steers the Porsche toward a small, rustic wine vineyard, walking around to my side of the car, he politely opens the door and escorts me inside a small, battered stone edifice with vines growing on trellises framing the house.

  He greats the owner by name, "Good morning, Andre, this is Ashley." The older, portly man with spectacles on the tip of his nose greets me, warmly shaking my hand with coarse calloused ones.

  "We are looking for a special wine for tonight, and I would like to show her around the grounds, if the hills are open to the public today," he asks the proprietor.

  "Blake it is so great to see you again. The grounds are always open to you. I will have a sample for you after you return from the vines," his smile reaches his eyes.

  "Thank you," Blake tells him, taking my hand and leading me away from the stonework. The gardens on the vineyard grounds take my breath away. Trellises lined with climbing ivy invite us onward where gardenias, roses, and numerous other flowers bloom in the sunlight.

  Holding my hand, Blake brings my finger tip to his lips numerous times to place light kisses on my skin or to smell my wrist as we explore. His gestures have me on fire as I have remained aroused for the last forty-eight hours. Frustrated by a need for him that increases daily, I stop in the middle of a row of grapevines and ask him, "Why are you doing this to me, Blake?"

  "Tell me exactly what you mean?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed by my question.

  "I mean you are torturing me! Each time you touch me, I practically combust. Are you trying to tease me? Is that fun for you?" My cheeks redden in embarrassment. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me to face him.

  "I want you so much I stay awake at night thinking of all the ways I want to take you. Your breath against my chest when we sleep next to each other is excruciating. My cock is constantly ready to explode." He smashes my lips with his, forcing mine apart, kissing me deeply.

  "When I take you, I want no mistake it's because you want me as much as I want you to," he whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe, he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me in, teasing my lips with his. My flesh heats at his touch and moistens in anticipation.

  His hands play along my thighs, over my mound and to the waist of my shorts before plunging inside. His fingers eagerly find my folds as my lips tremble against his.

  "When you touch me, Blake, I can't think straight." He plunders my mouth with his tongue as his thick fingers press into me, stretching my slick muscles. Grinding my hips against his hand, I find myself reduced to begging.

  "Please, I want you to make love to me," I admit to him, tears stinging my eyes at my acute desire for him.

  "Please, Blake, make love to me? I need you inside me," I am almost to the brink of coming all over his fingers as he plunges them inside me, his other hand grabbing my ass, pushing me against his thrusting fingers.

  "I will make your body melt for me, tonight, Ashley, and when I do, you will be completely mine. You will come when I say to come, and you will obey my commands and desires inside the bedroom. Do you understand?" Overcome by his utter control of my body, I whimper against his lips. In an effort to resist the strong urges gripping me to come from his skillful ministrations, I try my best to obey his demands.

  "Please, may I come, Sir," I beg, acquiescing to his demands.

  "Yes, my Ash," he instructs me. "Come all over my hand for me."

  Embedding his fingers deeply inside, I scream out his name, as a hard orgasm ransacks my body. I collapse into his arms, and he slowly removes his fingers from my body, supporting my weight easily with his other arm around my back.

  "Thank you, Ash, I loved making you come like that. I will make you scream much louder tonight," he says, kissing my temple as my body slowly regains control.

  Helping me regain my composure, Blake leads me to a bench at the end of a row of grapes and places my body across his lap. He rubs my back until my breathing returns to normal.

  "I don't want to see tears in your eyes again, Darlin'," he soothes me.

  "You have me, okay? I will take much pleasure making love to you tonight, I promise," he pledges.

  Sniffling, a chuckle escapes me at the irony of his statement. Two days ago his promises to make love to me had an entirely different effect than his assurances today. Wrapping both of my arms around his back, I squeeze, wondering how I am going to survive Blake.

  After tasting various wines during the afternoon and picking out three bottles, Blake and I accept an invitation from Andre to return for an evening in the vineyard soon. All the wines we tasted were amazing, and Andre picked out a cheese for us to try with each different vintage. I thoroughly loved every moment we spent at the vineyard, but following Blake toward the car has my stomach knotting in anticipation.

  His At Last

  Blake takes my hand in his, kissing my fingers as he leads me into his home.

  "I love the beauty of the vineyard," he says, lavishing each of my fingers, leading me up the stairs toward his bedroom. Sweet words and gentle kisses mesmerize me as I follow him into the dark room where we slept.

  "I think I will see you naked now, Ash. You will take off your blouse first," he instructs me.

  My fingers readily obey, quickly unbuttoning my top and tossing it to the floor.

  "You are being very good, Ash, I need those pants off, too," he informs me.

  "You will lie on my bed naked with your legs spread wide for me," he coaches as he stands near enough to touch me, yet watches me patiently undress for him.

  "Yes, Sir," I reply, following his commands. Getting very turned on by his demands, I find myself not only willing to follow his orders, but relishing the opportunity to please him.

  Sliding against the bed, I lie on my back and spread my legs wide, in invitation. My pussy glistens as my juices drip down my thighs. Swiftly, he rids himself of his clothes
and approaches the bed, heavy cock standing at attention, covering my body with his. The head presses against my heated, swollen skin, and the pressure makes me want to push my hips up to slide my pussy around him.

  "Spread those legs wider, Ash," he says, pinching my nipple between his index finger and thumb. He grinds his cock against my clit and a prickle of delight shoots straight into my core.

  "Tell me you want my cock inside you, Ashley," he commands.

  "I want your cock inside me. Will you give it to me, Sir?" I request, pushing my clit against the head of his dick.

  "Please, I need you inside me," I implore him honestly to fill my need.

  "Whose pussy is this, Ash?" he asks as he lowers his cock to my slit and presses against my tight muscles.

  "Oooh," I groan as he begins to stretch me, "yours, please, please take your pussy," I beseech him.

  "That is right," he says, sliding his cock into my pussy.

  "This is my pussy from now on." He withdraws his cock slowly and then plunges firmly back into my slit, taking more with each thrust.

  "You are mine, from now on," he grunts at me, slowly thrusting deeply until he is seated inside me.

  "You will tell me you are mine, now," he demands, his thrusts quickening and my pussy squeezing him snugly.

  "I am yours, Blake, always yours," I assent to his claim.

  Grabbing the back of my thigh, he pulls my leg up higher around him, changing the angle of his thrusts, taking me to a new level of desperation. Groaning with each thrust, right now I'm close to the brink. His mouth latches onto my nipple, and the pull of his suctioning lips undoes me. I scream out his name as I come hard around him. He slams into my pussy harder and harder with each thrust, drawing out my orgasm.

  Releasing my leg, he slowly withdraws his cock and raises himself away from my body. He rolls me onto my stomach and covers my back with his body.

  "Now that was a very bad girl," he scolds me as his hand seeks my nerve center, rubbing the nub between my legs, keeping me on edge.

  "I am going to fuck you hard from behind, Ash, and you are going to come again. This time you will ask my permission," he instructs, keeping constant rhythm on my clit. Spreading my legs wider with his knees, he places one hand on my shoulder and glides his hard cock back inside my pussy.

  My muscles quickly adapt to his girth again, and after a few tantalizingly slow thrusts, he begins fucking me hard, now rubbing my clit with his finger. He squeezes my shoulder with his other hand, and I feel completely consumed by this man and totally content to let him fuck me all night long if he so wished.

  My pussy starts to twinge on his cock, and I beg him, "Please, fuck me hard, Sir?" At my request, his hand glides down my back to grip my hip, holding me in place, leaving me unable to move underneath him. Feeling excited and consumed by him, I relish his restraining grip as I concentrate on the intense friction of his hips moving against mine, his cock reaching deep inside me, making my muscles contract with each thrust.

  Afraid I cannot hold back another minute, I beg him, "Please, let me come," as he takes my pussy.

  Instead of answering immediately, he draws his cock out of me, hammering me two more torturous times, the force enough to move my hips, gliding my stomach across the bed before answering, "You may come now, my little Ash, come all over my cock."

  Pushing hard against my nub, he embeds his cock deeply inside me, pulling out slowly and thrusting himself deeper. My pussy muscles convulse around him like a vise as I struggle against his hand that holds my hip to try to rub and grind against him. The sensation of being held down unable to move while my pussy convulses causes my muscles to maintain their spasm longer.

  Wave after wave crashes over me, like cymbals, and I cannot seem to stop coming as I scream out. My hands squeeze the pillow over my head, trying to release the tension from my convulsing body.

  "I can't stop," I scream as he plunges inside my muscles, feeling ripple after ripple on his cock. His thrusts get faster and faster until he finally pushes inside me, his body stilling as he shares in my muscle contractions spilling his hot cum deep inside me.

  Soft lips caress my shoulder blades and the middle of my back, and I feel a cool breeze from his breath travel down my spine. Releasing my hip and clit, he draws his fingers up along my sides to my back and around my shoulder blades down my arms, leaving bumps along my flesh.

  His warm breath tickles my neck as he tells me, "Thank you, Darlin', I needed to be inside you so badly." Still held in my spot by his body and my muscles' exhaustion, I listen as he tells me, "You really are mine now, I hope you know."

  Whispered words seem to float around my ears, but I can hardly make out anything as fatigue overtakes me, and I fall asleep in his embrace yet again.

  All Good Things.

  The rest of our vacation seems to go by far too fast. Blake, I learn, is quite a capable chef, and dinner becomes a gastronomic event. Creating the perfect meal to complement each wine becomes a game for the two of us.

  Blake procures the most delicious ingredients from a local farmers market and butcher shop which we travel over an hour to find. Time extremely well spent in my opinion. Our days are full of hiking, boating, and relaxing the summer away. Every afternoon finds us enveloped in each other's arms, maintaining constant physical contact with Blake becoming a necessity. He happily obliges my request by holding my hand, rubbing my shoulders, or swirling my long tresses around his fingers.

  Being near him is so natural for me, and I feel that after vacation I will have a very hard time getting back to my everyday life. My company seems to please Blake as well, as he happily teaches me about boating and drawing, and I linger on his every word. Effortlessly, I admire this impressive man capable of commanding boats, concocting culinary masterpieces, and creating amazing homes. Each night we spend in his bed wrapped in each other's arms making love into the early hours of the morning.

  More than one time, I want to bring up plans to see each other after vacation, but I am sure he has a very busy life in the city with no room for starry-eyed, love-sick girls. Deciding to enjoy each moment with Blake, I push the thought of having to leave him far from my mind.

  A few days toward the end of my vacation, I learn that all good things must eventually come to an end. Blake informs me he is being called away to consult on a project and is unsure when he will return. Taking the hint that he is letting me down easy, I grudgingly accept his excuse to leave the lake house and kiss him goodbye without plans to meet in the future.

  This is for the best I tell myself. Of course, he has a real life outside of this lake. A terrible thought occurs to me; God forbid he has a wife and kids. Pushing that thought from my mind, I refuse to dwell on the very real possibility that it is true.

  Unable to stay in the lake house without Blake, I pack away my things, load up my car, and drive home to return to reality -- a happy memory of the lake house and the very sexy Blake to keep me warm at night.

  Tediously returning to work the next week, I experience the longest Monday possible. My friends asked about the vacation and whether or not I enjoyed my time alone with my books. Keeping my encounter with Blake private, I tell them is was a very nice trip, downplaying the entire incredible experience of my summer vacation. I tell them about the ocean and the vineyard, leaving out the most important detail, my sexy neighbor.

  The days drag by, each one worse than the one before. Pining for my lover, I find myself in a rut at work. Unrequited love eating away at my soul, I go through the motions of my nursing duties without finding my usual joy.

  On Friday, the secretary at the front desk hands me a bouquet of red roses, and I am stunned something so beautiful was sent to me personally. Patient's often buy gifts for all the nurses, but rarely single one of us out. At the end of the very busy day, I am finally able to read the card.

  The card simply reads, Ash, I miss you. Doubting that a patient has sent the flowers, my heart skips a beat as I dare to hope that Blake has just con
tacted me. Turning the card over, I see an address for a penthouse apartment in one of the most opulent buildings in town.

  Immediately, I decide to accept the invitation, knowing that Blake is summoning me. I head back to my apartment first and shower off the sweat from a long day. Deciding a dress will be most appropriate, considering Blake has yet to see me properly prepared for a date, I eagerly dress to impress.

  Walking from my bedroom to the living room, stumbling with my high heels, I am at a complete loss as the man I have missed all week stands in the middle of the room as if he owns the entire place. Wearing a black suit and tie, Blake steps into my view, my stomach clenching at the masculine sight.

  "You were meant to come directly to my home, Ash, are you denying me the right to see you?" he asks, clearly mad at me.

  "Sir," I begin, better to use his pet name and try to dissuade some of his anger toward me before he decides to turn around and walk out the door forever.

  "I needed to shower! I was on my way to see you right now! Look, I wanted to impress you by wearing a dress," I explain, hoping I sounded appropriately apologetic.

  "You left the lake house," he states, a look of distaste crossing his features.

  "Why were you not in my bed when I returned from my consultation?" He seems hurt as the words spill from his lips. Could he have meant for our affair to be more than a tryst while on vacation?

  Walking toward him, I place both of my hands on his chest. His hands quickly cover mine as he squeezes both of them, his eyes seeking mine.

  "I thought you were trying to find an excuse to say goodbye to me," I tell him, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I quickly blink them away.

  "Come," he commands as he leads me out of my apartment and down the hallway, barely giving me time to lock the door.

  "It took me a week to find you when I got home. I was not sure where you worked so I sent flowers to every hospital in the area," he explains as he leads me to a parked limousine in front of my apartment building.

  "So you were not trying to blow me off?" I ask confused.