by Rosie L
She should stop, this was all so wrong; she could not fall in love with him, but neither could she stop herself, she wanted him, all of him, she wanted to feel him inside her.
She lifted her arms, and he pulled her top off. He grasped her to him, feeling her large, firm, breasts pressing against his chest. He kissed her passionately, as his hands cupped her bottom and pulled her firmly against his erection.
“Rick…,” she moaned, as his hands cupped both her breasts, and his tongue worked down between them, sucking and teasing at her nipples. He undid her shorts and they dropped to the ground, she stepped out of them. He smiled as his fingers traced the edge of her knickers, and he liked the feel of the smooth silkiness. His hand reached inside, and she gasped as his fingers slipped inside her, searching her, stroking her, feeling her. She was so wet all ready, and his cock went solid in anticipation. Sarah tugged at his shorts and they dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them and stood naked in front of her. Easing herself out of his fingers, she dropped to her knees and he groaned as her hand moved up and down his length. He was large, firm, and hard, and she wanted to taste him, her mouth glided up and down his shaft. Rick pulled her hair roughly, and moaned as she sucked him, her hands caressing his balls, and his soft, warm, firm bottom. Rick swallowed, he was already on the edge, but he did not want to come yet, he pulled her back to her feet. Their eyes met and held.
“My turn,” he whispered, as he knelt down in front of her. His hands grasped her knickers and he slowly pulled them down her legs, she stepped out of them. He ran his hands up her long, smooth legs; he could feel her body trembling, her breathing fast, and heavy. Stopping in between her thighs, his fingers slipped back inside her and he eased them in and out.
“Rick,” she moaned, god she felt so turned on, she had not had sex for so long, she had almost forgotten what it felt like. He glanced up and smiled at the pleasure on her face. He pulled her open and his tongue slipped inside, licking her, sliding teasingly between her wet folds, his mouth sucking her, drinking her wetness.
“Rick,” she groaned again. Arching against his mouth, she pushed his head harder into her pussy, enjoying every stroke, every lick, as her clit throbbed with excitement. He smiled, as he tasted her, she was so very sweet, and his cock throbbed in urgent need of her. His mouth moved up and he bit at her flesh, sucking and kissing his way over her stomach. She groaned with pleasure as he rubbed himself against her and pulled at her nipples. She wanted him now. He pushed her up against the wall of the cave, and she gave a little gasp and shivered as the coldness clawed at her back. As his mouth smothered her nipple, she pulled desperately at his hair.
“Rick, do it now…” she begged, she could feel herself climaxing, but she wanted to do it with him inside her.
“Sarah, you are so sexy,” he said, as he brushed his lips against her cheek, and his fingers slid inside her again, pounding in and out, until she screamed.
“Rick, please,” she begged, as she lifted her leg and wrapped it around him.
“Sarah I don’t have anything with me,” he said, breathless.
“I am protected,” she whispered, as she kissed his neck, desperate for him.
“I am clean,” he assured, he had regular health checks.
“Me too,” she replied, hell, she had not has sex for years, and she wanted it now, so very much even though it was so very wrong, but that in itself turned her on. He entered her, and she cried as he pushed hard and rhythmically against her.
“Rick, Fuck,” she cried, her voice wobbling as she clawed at his back, her body quaking with pleasure.
“Sarah,” he moaned, as he rammed her hard against the wall. She cried out as she came, and it left her knees weak. No vibrator could ever compare to that!
Rick grasped at her bottom, and held her steady as he climbed.
“Fuck, fuck,” he yelled, as he shuddered and fell against her as he came. His mouth brushed around her neck as he inhaled her and then he kissed her long and hard.
“Jesus Sarah,” he said. Releasing her lips, he gazed into her eyes. “I am so sorry, I could not stop myself,” he apologised.
“Rick,” she replied, as she licked her lips, and ran a finger down his spine. “I did not want you to,” she said, smiling as he held her close for a while. That was the best sex she had ever had, period, and as soon as they had finished, she wanted it all over again.
Shivering at the coolness of the cave, Rick suggested they got dressed.
She held her arms across her chest watching him as he gathered his clothes, she smiled at his butt, so sexy, she thought. She pulled her t-shirt on, and slipped on her shorts, shoving her wet knickers in the pocket. He held out his hand, and she took it. They climbed back down into the stream, followed it back out of the cave, and into the warmth of the sun and over to their picnic.
Taking her towel, she unrolled it and took out her bikini. She glanced around, there was no one about? Turning her back to him, she pulled off her wet t-shirt. Rick’s eyes lingered on her as she put on the bikini top, he could not believe what he had just done. He felt his cock harden again as she slipped off her shorts, and her firm, buttocks stared at him. She put on the bottoms, laid out her wet clothes in the sun to dry and then turned to him.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, showing off her bright red bikini.
“Sarah, it would probably be best if you did not know what I was thinking,” he whispered, he was thinking he wanted to fuck her again, right now on the beach. She was thinking, he thought, perhaps he had made a mistake.
She knelt down on the rug, she was falling for him, and she knew it, it was the last thing she wanted.
“It is okay Rick, I am not expecting a romance,” she said, as she lounged backwards onto the blanket and took in the sun. “I wanted it, just as much as you.”
“What if I do?” he asked, as he leant on one hand and gazed down at her. She sat up.
“You do what?” she asked.
“What if I do want a romance?” She swallowed, what the hell was going on?
His hand lifted to her face and he kissed her. Sarah trembled at his touch.
“Rick you do not even know me,” she whispered, as they broke from the kiss.
“So, you do not know me either, is that not where relationships start?” he asked. Her eyes darted over his face. “Sarah, can’t we see what happens?” he asked. She smiled at him and for a moment, she forgot, for a moment she looked at him differently.
“I would like that Rick,” she said, and he leaned into her and kissed her.
He opened the picnic basket and pulled out some sandwiches, fruit, crisps, and a bottle of chilled wine.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, as she held the glass out expectantly as he poured.
“From the fridge,” he said, lifting an eyebrow at her. He knew he was going to have to tell her everything, but he was worried, he did not know how she would take it.
She took a sip and sighed, she did not know what she was doing. This morning she had teetered on the edge of the bridge, contemplating suicide and if he had not have come she would have been dead. Life was so precarious.
His phone rang. She jumped startled.
“Sorry,” he said, delving into his rucksack and pulling it out. “I have to take this.” He jumped to his feet and wandered towards the shoreline.
She watched him as he walked away. She could not believe that she had just had sex with him, the man who had supposedly killed her parents, and her sister; but then her body shuddered at the thought of it, and she wanted to do it again. Stupid, she muttered to herself, putting on her sunglasses and lying back on the blanket.
“Mark, what news?” he asked.
“We think we have found her, alive,” the voice replied. Rick stopped dead.
“You are fucking joking?” he asked.
“No Sir, I’ll send you a picture. She is in a coma, in a downtown hospital. The staff, say she was washed up on the beach, with no ID.” Rick gl
anced over to Sarah she was lying on her back, taking in the sun’s rays. His phone bleeped. His looked at the picture, and then quickly flicking through his photos, he checked it against the one he had.
“It is her,” he confirmed. “I want you to arrange her transport in my jet, bring her back to the city hospital in London. Pay her hospitals fees where she is now.”
“Sir, there is something else. After a little gentle persuasion, the owner of plane Hire Company confirmed it was not one of their pilots, who took them out. Someone paid them a lot of money to let him take the plane with the girls. He says the pilot bailed out, and the plane crashed, his company was heavily compensated for the loss of the plane. Rick, it was a hit, you were right.” Rick’s fists clenched tightly.
“Well done Mark, be careful okay, check in when you have sorted transport. Make sure you fly the plane yourself okay, do not allow anyone on board you do not know, if he finds out she is still alive, he will come after her. Get Andy to dig as deep as he can, find some evidence.”
“Yes sir. - Sir?” Mark questioned.
“Yes?”
“If he thinks she is dead, he is going to go after the sister and then you.” Rick glanced over to her again.
“I know; she is with me. I think he has already sent two goons, but I have dealt with them.” He hung up. Wandering back to her, he sat down and put his phone back in his rucksack.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s nothing,” he brushed off casually. “Fancy a swim?” he asked. She looked over the top of her sunglasses at him.
“Sure, why not.” She jumped up, threw her sunglasses down, and followed him into the water. They waded in to their waists.
“It is cold,” she shivered, as she attempted to dunk herself, underneath. Rick did not hear as he had already swum off, further out to sea. His mind was full of worry; he was going to have to tell her, but how? Finally, under the water, Sarah swam over to him, and they treaded water together.
“Are you sure you are alright Rick?” she asked, he had turned very quiet since that phone call. He grinned at her, and shook his worrying thoughts from his mind.
“Sure, come on, I’ll race you to the shore,” he challenged. Laughing, she swam after him, she was a strong swimmer, and soon over took him. Emerging out of the water, she stood with her hands on her hips waiting for him.
“Well there you go,” he said as he waded out. “Already I know a little more about you. You are an excellent swimmer.”
“A junior and senior champion,” she added with a chuckle, as she grabbed her towel and wiped her face. She dropped down onto the blanket and he poured her another glass of wine. Sitting down beside her, he gazed at her. She swallowed a little nervously, as she sipped her wine, her eyes lifting to his as she felt the energy bouncing between them.
“Sarah, you are so beautiful,” he said, as he lifted a hand to her cheek. He swept back her long wet hair, and ran a hand across her shoulder. She blushed, and then as he pulled her closer and kissed her. She dropped her glass, as her arms clasped around him, and she held him tight. Rick deepened their kiss and they lay down on the rug, his hand cupped her bottom and he pulled her in even closer. His hand moved up her back and his fingers pulled at the ties of her bikini. Sarah ran her hand across his back, her fingers lightly following the curve of his spine until it rested on his bottom. Undoing her bikini Rick slipped his hand around to her front and cupped her breast, his fingers teasing at her nipple.
Feeling a distinct bulge in his shorts as he pushed against her, she moved her hand around to his front and slipped her hand inside them. She took hold of him and immediately felt him harden even more as she caressed him. He moaned against her cheek as he kissed her, and finally unable to stop the urge, his mouth moved down, urgently seeking her hardened nipple. Sarah gasped, as he sucked hard, and the sensation shot down her body. She ran her hand up and down his shaft, her thumb teasing the tip, feeling his wetness.
She eased his cock out and Rick moved on top of her. Sarah opened her legs, and his hand slipped into her bikini bottoms. He fingered her gently, sliding two, three fingers in and out, feeling her clit throbbing at his touch, her wetness soaking his hand. Her back arched and she pushed her pelvis back and forth into in rhythm with his fingers.
He kissed her mouth lovingly and Sarah felt her heart wobble, it was so beautiful, so wonderful, so loving, that she was certain he could not have murdered her family. She wanted to feel him inside her again, so she opened her legs wider, inviting him. Rick however, had other ideas. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth stopping at her opened legs, he glanced at her, she was so on the edge that the look in her eyes sent him wild. He slipped her bottoms to one side as his mouth clamped down on her - she screamed, and grasped at his head, holding him there as he sucked.
“Rick,” she moaned as his tongue flicked in and out. “Oh god Rick no, please,” she begged, she was going to come. “Please do it now,” she pleaded. He lifted his face and licked his lips - she tasted divine. Her eyes gazed into his, and her whole body shook in pre orgasm. Rick could see the hunger in them, so he moved on top and entered her, she cried as she felt his length inside her. At first, he thrust, hard, deep, and slow and Sarah moaned in delicious delight, her hands grabbing at his firm, toned bottom as she urged him into her. His kisses trailed around her throat and down her chest, licking and sucking her breasts, making her groan even more.
As he quickened the pace, Sarah climaxed and she screamed clawing at his back, as she urged him to come with her, and he did, filling her until she shook inside and he shuddered, falling on her. He drew her into his arms.
“Sarah,” he said, as he kissed her ear, and caressed her breast. “You are amazing.”
“Not so bad yourself Rick,” she whispered teasingly back, as she ran her fingers down the hard muscles on his back. He inhaled her and he held her, and he felt his heart sing. If he had not been given that contract, he would never have found her. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her gently. He did not want to tell her, he wanted to be normal he wanted to forget his past.
“Rick,” she whispered, as they sat up. “I’m just going for a quick dip.” She was so wet where they had both come, she need to wash. He watched her as she skipped to the water, and his eyes lingered on her perfect, sexy body as she waded in deeper.
Sarah glanced back, as she could feel him watching her. She was mad, that was the only answer she could give herself. Why else would you have sex, not once, but twice with a man who had supposedly murdered your family. She pulled her bikini bottoms down and let the water flow between her legs washing away their sex. She could still feel a sensation tingle deep inside her and she almost felt like she would come again, she had never done that before, had sex twice, straight after the first time. He was still watching her, and she wondered if he knew what she was doing, and if it turned him on again. She looked away from him, what was the matter with her she was becoming obsessed with him. She pulled her bottoms back up and then waded back out the water.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied, as she gave him a smile and lay back down next to him. “It must be so lovely to live somewhere like this forever. Where you can just walk down to your own private beach, and...”
“And have sex?” he interrupted with a grin. She slapped him.
“No, and have a swim, I was going to say, although the sex on the beach is rather appealing too.” He laughed, and tucked an elbow under his head.
“So, if you had the opportunity to live somewhere like this, would you. Or would you miss the city?” he asked.
“Yes, I think I would. I used to love living in the city when I was younger. Easy for clubs and restaurants, but now,” she sighed, turning to him. “Now I think I would prefer sex on a beach.” Rick laughed.
“Where else?” he asked.
“Where else what?” she questioned.
“Where else would you like to have sex?” Her eyes, skimmed his
handsome face.
“With you, anywhere,” she whispered seductively. He rolled onto his side, and ran a finger down her nose.
“Okay, how about we pick somewhere.” She thought for a moment.
“But the kids are coming Saturday?” she then said.
“Doesn’t matter, I know this estate like the back of my hand, all the land, the woods, the barns?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.
“The woods,” she said. “Just as it is about to get dark,” she suggested. He licked his lips in thought.
“Will you wear the shoes I brought you?” he asked.
“In the woods?” she questioned and he nodded.
“Okay, if you like.”
“When then?” he asked.
“Tomorrow evening, after dinner,” she proposed, she did not want to wait until Saturday.
“I know the perfect place, no one would find us. Come on we should head back.” He jumped up and began gathering the picnic basket together. His eyes darting to her, he watched as she took off her bikini and slipped on her shorts and t-shirt. He shook his head, Jesus he was falling hard and fast.
“Rick, I have never done something like this before,” she said, as she took his hand. Turning her to him, he ran his hand through her long, dark, wet hair and kissed her.
“Me neither,” he replied, truthfully. He was going to have to tell her, he knew he was, maybe tomorrow, or Saturday.
As they walked across the car park Rick’s phone rang.
“Sorry,” he apologised, as he delved in his rucksack and grabbed it.
“Rick Hemmingway,” he answered. She smiled; it was such a nice name, Rick Hemmingway, Sarah Hemmingway. She shut her mouth, what was she thinking! She had known him a day. As before, he walked away from her whilst he was talking. He was frowning, he looked angry and she was a little concerned.
“Are you sure?” Rick said, grinding his teeth.
“Yes Sir, there is no doubt; he was identified from the picture.”