Pleasure Beach

by P. J. Mellor

  The head of his penis was so engorged, it was purple. Her tongue swiped the tip, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Within her grasp, he surged. Beneath her left forearm, his stomach muscles clenched.

  She stopped to pet his abdomen, relaxing the bunched muscles, while her other hand gently cupped and petted his sacks.

  “Let me love you now,” she whispered as she leaned to take his hardness into her mouth.

  His thighs gripped her ribs, his hot hands clamped her shoulders, holding her in place.

  She smiled against his slick hardness and he groaned. She slid her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft, constantly moving.

  Within the quiet of the kitchen, his breath grew ragged, echoing from the walls. His hips began to pump.

  She paused. Now what?

  His hands bit into her upper arms as he dragged her up his body and plunged into her as soon as they were aligned.

  Delighted trickles of sensation filled her. Groaning, she clamped her legs to his hips and met him stroke for stroke. She couldn’t stop smiling.

  Score one for the wild woman.

  Derek stood, still deeply embedded within Mac, and ordered his legs to hold their combined weight until he made it up the stairs and to the master suite.

  Damn, he was horny! He honestly couldn’t remember such an all-consuming need, even as a teenager. No doubt about it, Mac knew how to turn him inside out.

  His steps faltered on the way across the great room. Of course she did. She was a pro.

  “Alex? Is something wrong?” She leaned back within his arms, her blue eyes wide. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, had a pouty look that caused his sex to stir with renewed interest. Her eyes widened more. “Again? So soon?” She giggled and plastered her breasts to his chest. “You’re extraordinary!”

  His chest swelled with pride, along with other parts of his anatomy, as he said, “I aim to please, ma’am.”

  She giggled again and he could have sworn he felt it all the way to his heart.

  Ridiculous.

  He dropped her on the wide mattress, enjoying the view when she spread her arms and legs to regain her balance.

  God, she was gorgeous. Perfect from head to toe.

  Her tousled shining hair gave her the appearance of just-finished lusty lovemaking. Which was true.

  Her blue eyes sparkled, her smile forming tiny laugh lines at the edge of her eyes. The slightly bruised skin on her swollen mouth glistened, showing off her sexy teeth. Teeth that had nipped him in such an avid display of raw sex that he’d wanted to howl along with his raging hormones.

  Delicate shoulders gave way to a rack that would put a centerfold to shame. While he watched, the raspberry-colored skin of her nipples drew into tight-looking peaks. His mouth salivated.

  His gaze continued its downward path, past a narrow waist. The curve of her hips flared out nicely and he remembered clutching the pert, rounded bottom. His palms itched to do it again. And again. No doubt about it. She had a world-class ass.

  Fascinated, he watched her almost-bare femininity, also swollen from recent activities. Moisture glistened on the distended labia. He clamped his jaw to keep from falling on her again and licking away every drop of moisture. What had gotten into him?

  Her thighs were full and firm. Perfect for holding him close while he fucked her.

  Her legs tapered nicely to small ankles and no doubt the sexiest feet he’d ever seen.

  Unable to resist her a second longer, he climbed onto the bed and picked up one of her delicate feet.

  McCall felt his lips brush her insole, followed by the gentle swipe of his tongue, and resisted the urge to jerk her foot back. Feather-light kisses touched the tip of each toe, zipping warmth up her leg to center at her juncture.

  He picked up her other foot and repeated the process, causing her breath to become shallow and rapid.

  His warm mouth settled on each knee, sucking and kissing. The kiss behind her knee elicited a giggle that immediately turned into a moan when he gently sucked the sensitive skin, causing her toes to curl.

  Warm hands stroked her thighs, making her wish she’d lost those twenty pounds she’d found since her last sexual encounter. Pounds that took up residence in her thighs and butt.

  “Your body is beautiful,” he said in a husky voice as though he read her thoughts. “Perfect.” He placed a lingering kiss on the inside of each chubby thigh, which made her wish she could suck them in as easily as she did her stomach.

  His talented fingers stroked the moisture between her legs. How did he know just where to stroke her to make her wild with lust?

  Before she could ask, he turned her to her stomach. She frowned. What was he going to do now? All she could see was the bedspread and the curve of the bottom of the pillows. Darn. She wanted more time to see his beautiful face. Besides, the idea of him looking at her fat backside was a definite turn-off.

  McCall twisted in an effort to turn back over, but he held her firmly flat on her stomach.

  “Don’t,” she whispered when he dragged his tongue along her left cheek, embarrassment heating her face.

  He smiled against her skin and repeated the process on the other cheek, then placed gentle kisses from the curve of her bottom to her waist.

  He took little nips along her rib cage, working his way around to her breasts. The action rolled her over. He took the tip of her breast into his mouth and suckled. She felt each pull deep within her belly and arched her back, filling his mouth more completely.

  His hard chest flattened her breasts when he raised up to align his mouth with hers.

  “Don’t try to hide your body from me,” he said against her lips. “Ever.” His hands left a fiery trail when he skimmed her sides from breasts to hip, then back up to cup her possessively. “It’s perfect. These,” he bent his head to kiss the tip of each breast, “are perfect. We’re perfect. Together.”

  With that he shifted his hips and pushed deeply within her. They sighed. He brushed his lips on the tip of her nose in a fleeting kiss.

  Gazes locked, he began deep, lazy thrusts, occasionally dipping his head to lap at her nipples. Each lap caused a spurt of excitement, clenching her inner muscles and eliciting a groan from Alex.

  The groan caused inner tremors in McCall, which triggered the entire sequence again.

  He released her breasts to cup her face. Nose to nose, if felt as though he could see into her soul. Did he suspect she wasn’t the wild woman she pretended?

  “I want you,” he stated in a strained voice.

  She dragged one hand away from his perfect buns and reached up to push back a lock of golden hair from his tanned forehead. In the muted light of the bedroom, his eyes looked more gold than green.

  “You have me,” she whispered back and clenched her inner muscles, milking another groan from him.

  “I didn’t mean just to fuck,” he said, his thrusts gaining momentum. “I want you.” Pant, pant. “In every way possible.” He groaned and pumped harder. “For the entire week. I want you whenever and wherever. However much—” His neck arched, the cords standing out against the smooth skin of his neck. Deep within her, his penis surged. Her breath caught as her muscles clenched, her heart tripped. His release heated her abdomen, eliciting a deep, answering response.

  Alex collapsed against her. She welcomed his weight, clutching him tightly to and within her.

  Tears burned her eyes. Orgasms like that were rare, draining. That had to be the reason she felt so deeply, so wrung out, so…exposed.

  No. That was wrong. She felt…complete.

  Dangerous emotion for a wild woman.

  5

  Derek reluctantly withdrew from the wet warmth encasing him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he looked down at the brightly colored condom tightly sheathing his cock and resented the hell out of it. Resented anything that kept him even remotely separated from the woman on the bed behind him.

  What had she done to him? It was idiocy to harbor thou
ghts like the ones he’d had since seeing her again on the deck.

  To resent using a condom was flat-out suicidal.

  He glanced back at her. Naked and panting, she lay with her eyes closed, killer legs still parted as though inviting—or daring—him to dip within her sweetness again.

  She looked so innocent. Almost pure. He swallowed a snort of laughter. Pure she was not. He knew that for a fact.

  Another fact he needed to remember was that she was a pro.

  He reached back to trail his finger over the erotically smooth skin on the tip of her breast and smiled when it immediately puckered. His smile grew wider when she made the soft purring sound that drove him wild and curled toward his hand.

  Between his legs, his sex stirred with renewed interest. Damn! The woman made him insatiable.

  His smile faded. But more than wanting to plunge into her again and again, he wanted to hold her and feel her skin next to his skin, her heart beating against his heart. He wanted to know her inside and out.

  He wanted to hold her, claim her as his and never let her go.

  Damn.

  McCall rose slowly from the boneless lethargy and stretched. Beneath her, the silk spread gently rubbed along her skin. Sea air from the open window caressed her sensitized nipples.

  Being a wild woman definitely had its rewards.

  She skimmed her nudity with the tips of her fingers, remembering Alex’s touch. Moisture pooled, surprising her. How could she be aroused again so soon?

  The sound of the shower running drifted into the bedroom. McCall cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples, mildly irritated that Alex had deserted her.

  Wait. She was a wild woman. At least, for the week. Why couldn’t she be the aggressor?

  Before she could think of about a zillion reasons not to, she jumped off the bed and all but ran into the adjoining bathroom.

  The sight stopped her in her tracks.

  Sunlight beamed down through the skylight, illuminating the god standing within the clear glass, double-shower enclosure. Mist from the surrounding showerheads rose around his magnificent body, while a wider opening close to the ceiling formed a mini-waterfall to add to the dazzling effect.

  Eyes closed, he tilted his head up to the sun, revealing his perfect profile, the strong column of his throat. Water sluiced from well-honed broad shoulders and cascaded over firm pectorals and washboard abs to caress his very impressive package before streaking down long, sleek runner’s legs.

  Her mouth dry, while other places were definitely wet, she grabbed the door handle, opened it and stepped into the steamy warmth.

  If he was surprised to have her join him, he hid it well. Her feet scarcely touched the wet warmth of the tile before his arms pulled her tightly to him.

  “Hello, sleepyhead,” he drawled right before his mouth covered hers.

  Senses on overload, she’d vowed to be the aggressor, yet felt herself begin to melt beneath the potency of his kiss.

  While his tongue stroked hers, his hands explored her body with a devastating thoroughness that caused instant response.

  His hands cupped and squeezed her tender breasts. She lightly bit his nipple.

  His hands slid to her waist, then downward to cup her derriere with possessive intent.

  She cupped his testicles, felt them harden while his penis jutted against her ribs.

  Before she realized what she was doing, McCall found herself climbing her sensual playmate like he was a human sexual jungle gym.

  His hands grasped her waist when she gripped his shoulders, and with one downward plunge, she impaled herself on his hard shaft.

  Feeling deliciously wicked, she wiggled her bottom. He groaned and, deep within her, his penis flexed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him almost totally withdraw, then lowered her bottom again, loving the feel of him pushing against her womb. Cascading warm water added to the eroticism. She rubbed her nipples against his and groaned along with him.

  “Not yet!” His voice growled above the sound from the multiple showerheads.

  She whimpered and tried to regain her erotic seat when he pulled out of her with hard hands gripping her waist.

  “Trust me,” he said against her ear. “Hang on!”

  He lifted her until she sat on his shoulders, her thighs on each side of his head, his hot breath low on her abdomen, then lower, against her aching folds.

  Clutching his hair, she closed her eyes to better absorb the sensation of his hot tongue licking and suckling her most intimate parts, while water from the wide overhead opening sluiced over them in an erotic waterfall.

  Had she been thinner and younger—not to mention more limber—she would have attempted to hang down his body while he pleasured her with his mouth, and returned the favor. Assuming she could reach him.

  She peeked down through her eyelashes with one eye. Way down. Definitely not doable. At least not for her.

  The thought caused an ache in her heart.

  She blinked back the sudden onslaught of tears and gripped his hair tighter, holding him closer. She couldn’t bear the thought of being this intimate with someone else or him doing this with another woman.

  Some wild woman she turned out to be.

  Derek knew the moment he lost her. One second she was a wild and willing participant, then the next her body stiffened, her thigh muscles tight against his ears. Had he been too rough, gotten carried away?

  He lapped at her nub and felt her stiffen again as though she only tolerated what he was doing. Hey, maybe that was it. After all, it was what she did for a living. If he had to do things like this with anyone who walked through the door, the thrill would be gone in a New York minute.

  The last thought sobered him. He nuzzled her one last time, placing a kiss on her opening. Her thighs immediately relaxed. Taking the invitation, he swirled his tongue around, darting in and out in quick, strong strokes.

  She obviously liked it, by the way she slumped against him, widening her legs to allow for greater access.

  He held her in place with one hand while the other reached up to palm and tweak her breast.

  He groaned, her moisture tart on his tongue. More thrilled and excited than he’d ever been, he wracked his brain for anything mundane to keep his climax at bay while he pleasured his partner.

  It was suddenly his goal in life to bring the beautiful woman in his arms to the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life.

  McCall couldn’t say when things had turned, but suddenly she had trouble dragging air in and out of her lungs. Every muscle in her body vibrated with pent-up passion. Between the water coursing over them and the wetness between her legs, she was surprised Alex didn’t drown.

  Every nerve ending in her body was centered around the spot where his mouth worked its magic. His talented tongue swirled erotic patterns over her engorged sex again and again, occasionally dipping deep within her. When his hands joined the sensuous siege, fondling and squeezing her breast, it was almost sensory overload.

  Her climax crested again and again, then finally washed over her with wave after wave of release. Had Alex’s hands not held her firmly aloft, she’d have fallen to the shower floor in a sated, boneless heap.

  “My turn,” he whispered as he lifted her down.

  She nodded and tried to get on her knees before him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Much as I’d love your mouth on my dick, I can’t wait for that now.”

  He pulled her up, her feet leaving the floor. The sea-blue granite tile felt cold against the heated skin of her back. She’d scarcely touched the wall before the hot tip of his penis probed her, then shoved its way into her receptive body.

  “Wrap your legs around me, babe,” he said against the hair next to her ear, “and hang on.”

  With that, he placed her limp legs around his waist and pounded into her. Had it not been for the solid wall behind her, and his weight pressing into her from the front, she’d never have remained upright.

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p; She began to drift, enjoying the experience, the erotic sensation of skin against skin and warm water washing over everything, without having to do any of the work.

  Hell-o! He bumped against something that flipped some kind of internal switch. Suddenly she was back in the game, meeting each thrust, trying to pull him deeper, her breath coming in short, choppy pants.

  His hands gripped her ankles and pulled her legs up on his shoulders, widening the sensation, allowing deeper penetration.

  After only a few thrusts, she heard herself scream while her orgasm gushed in a tidal wave of pleasure.

  His muscles rock hard, he thrust deeper once, then stiffened, head thrown back, a primal growl emerging from his throat.

  Wow.

  He gently brushed strands of hair from her face as he lowered her until her feet touched the tile. His lips brushed hers, but it took too much strength to open her eyes. In fact, had she not locked her knees, she would be in a puddle on the floor of the shower.

  The slick feel of soap glided over her. She sighed at the sensation. One would think she’d be on sensual overload by now, yet the feeling of his hands gliding over her, slick with soap, was stirring a renewed awareness deep within her.

  With her eyes still closed, she rubbed her soapy breasts against him. “I’m sharing the soap,” she explained.

  The low rumble of his laughter echoed against the tile; combined with the steam, it added another layer of intimacy.

  Her eyes popped open when a slick soapy finger probed her.

  Alex smiled down at her, his teeth gleaming white, his eyes slumberous. “We need to make sure you’re clean, inside and out.” Another finger entered her. Slick with soap, it caused an interesting sensation as it stretched her, gliding in and out.

  When she was thoroughly soaped and thoroughly aroused, he reached behind him for a handheld showerhead and proceeded to make sure the soap was thoroughly rinsed away.

  Weak in the knees from her recent release, she sighed with relief when he wrapped her in a soft bath sheet, picked her up and carried her from the bathroom. Did wild women take naps?