LaCasse Family Series

by Ju Ephraime

  His tongue was smooth and thick, and he thrust it in and out of her mouth, imitating the mating movement. She followed his lead and did the same with his. She heard him suck in air through his teeth as he left her mouth and dragged his open mouth down to her breast. Daphne thought she was going to combust. Her body was on fire. Releasing her breast, he bent her forward. That was when she became aware she was naked from the waist down. All she had on was her tank top.

  Where are my clothes? When did he remove my shorts and panties?

  She didn’t have much time to dwell on these perplexing questions; she could feel the thick head of his penis pressing into her from behind. The thought occurred to her that he would probably tear her, given the size of his member and the vulnerable position she was in.

  She needn't have worried because, just then, he grabbed her breast with his left hand and squeezed her nipple while he rubbed her pussy with the head of his penis. Her body was weeping; she felt him shift to brace his legs and position his hips and, with one mighty thrust, he entered her from behind. The feeling of being stretched to the limit overcame her; it felt so real she cried out in pain. The sound of her crying out woke her.

  It was only a dream...

  She was very disappointed. There would be no sleep for her now so she abandoned all thought of it.

  When her wake-up call, which she’d forgotten to cancel, came, she was already awake, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling.

  What did these vivid dreams mean? Was it all a figment of her imagination? The dreams seemed so real. Maybe Wolfe had cast a spell on her because she certainly did not recognize the oversexed individual who currently inhabited her body. She was now more determined than ever to stay away from that section of the beach.

  While she waited for her coffee, she took the guest relations book and looked through it for another beach, but there was nothing in the booklet that caught her interest. It turned out there were no other secluded beaches on this end of the island. It was the public beach or nothing. I wanted to avoid the crowd. What am I going to do?

  After her coffee and picnic basket came, she jumped in the shower and was showered and dressed in twenty minutes. She made it to the bus stop just as the bus was about to pull away. She jumped on, flustered and out of breath.

  The bus driver looked at her with a smile. “Overslept?” he asked.

  “’Fraid so,” she said, smiling back at him, taking the seat directly opposite him. She rolled her eyes. “And I’m not quite awake yet!”

  Although this was the same bus, it was a bit crowded at this time of the morning. There were other tourists on board, some with small children. She figured this was as good a time as any to ask about the other beaches in the area.

  “Are there any other private beaches on this side of the island?” Daphne inquired.

  “No. There are no other private beaches on this side, but one of the public beaches, Anse Céron, is about three miles from where you usually get off,” he replied. “The swimming there is not recommended. The sand is very dark with lots of rocks, and it has strong currents. It is not a very nice beach.”

  Daphne’s disappointment must have shown on her face because he asked her, “Are you not going to your usual spot today?”

  “No. I thought I’d try somewhere new today.”

  “If you want to explore another beach, you’ll have to take the south side bus. That beach is about two hours away from here, but you have a choice of a couple private beaches, as well as the public ones. There are Ste. Luce, Cap Chevalier, Le Diamant, and Anses d’Arlets, all along the southern end.”

  “But how many private beaches are there? I have an aversion to lots of people around me. That’s why I prefer the private beach.”

  “The private beaches are private properties, and they usually don’t allow tourists. If you are still interested in visiting the public beaches, I will show you where to catch the bus this afternoon, when you get off, or you can ask at the front desk.”

  “Let me rephrase this,” she replied, “I didn’t mean private beaches, but ones that are less crowded.”

  “There are only the ones I mentioned before,” he responded, in response to one of the other passengers.

  Hmm, choices: Take the bus back to the hotel or continue to an unsafe beach much farther way... Neither appealed to Daphne.

  She got off at her usual spot. I won’t go into the shrubbery. I’ll find another spot at the other end of the beach.

  She spent a good deal of time wandering along the beach, looking for a spot away from the water and away from where Wolfe always seemed to swim ashore. Nothing suited her like her usual spot, and that was where she ended up.

  She told herself,I’m not a perverted stalker; I just need the peace and quiet that I’ve found in this spot and I don’t want to have to leave. On that thought, she sat back, got out her book, and pretended to read.

  Who am I kidding?

  She couldn’t even focus on the words on the page. Her focus was on the ocean, and sure enough, there he was in the distance, swimming toward the shore.

  This man has cast a spell on her. She did not know him, but it felt right for her to be here waiting for him to come in from his swim. She was enthralled by him. Her body was in tightly coiled knots, waiting while he did his usual cooldown before standing and stepping out of the ocean. She was shivery with anticipation.

  She didn’t have long to wait because he came straight to her, and this time, he wasn’t wearing his shorts. He came just as he was. Daphne was horrified, but she stood her ground. He was the one seeking her out; let him do his damnedest. Wolfe gave her a wide grin as he reached around her, to an overhanging rock, and pulled out a waterproof bag that had his clothes. He took out a pair of cream shorts and pulled them on, over his enormous erection. It created a tent in the short that would’ve been funny had it been anyone else.

  Daphne was flabbergasted. This was a bit much. She hadn’t even noticed the bag right next to her because she was so busy watching the ocean for his return. He then held out his hand to her, wearing the sexiest grin. Those are huge hands. She stared at the size of his hands and didn’t put her hand in his, but neither did she retreat.

  He bent over and ran one index finger against her lips, saying, “I have been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you watching me.” She just sat there as if in a trance. He took hold of her hand and pulled her upright. “Come here.”

  So mesmerized was she that she moved toward him with no thought of self-preservation. When she was standing so close to him that she could smell his own unique scent: a combination of clean skin, sun, sea, and salt, he reached down to her, stopping within inches of her mouth, as if giving her the opportunity to retreat or request that he stop.

  Daphne couldn’t move, let alone say stop, if her life depended on it. She’d fantasized about this moment for the past six days and didn’t intend to deny herself the pleasure of the real thing. The word stop was not part of her vocabulary at the moment.

  So great was her anticipation she was practically salivating. She was already breathing hard when she felt the first light brush of his lips against hers. She soon realized this was only a test because he placed his hand on the back of her head, angling his mouth over hers as he kissed her with a hunger that had her reeling. She was too far-gone to respond in any other way but to press her body against his and return the kiss with all the pent-up emotion and need that had her climbing a wall.

  Feeling her response to him, he changed the tone of the kiss, and it became more of a caress than an onslaught which was what he intended when he’d initiated the kiss. Now that he’d established she did indeed like him, he would take his time and savor the kiss. He gave her short, quick bites and then followed them with a swipe of his tongue to soothe the sting.

  She wasn’t even aware what he was doing because she appeared to be in such a state of ecstasy. It was clear to him that this was a woman who had yet to experience her full sexuality. What
he was doing to her appeared to be taking her outside of herself. He sensed he’d released the restraint she appeared to have placed on herself now that the dam had been broken, and there would be no holding her back.

  She was almost experiencing a climax just from the kiss. She had him going also. He tried to tone down the heat that threatened to consume them and take back control of the kiss, but as he retreated, she advanced. It was like a mating dance, and he had no choice but to press on.

  Searing desire flared in him. Her response to him had unleashed his beast, and he had to fight to keep it under control. She had no idea of the fire she fanned. He had to take a step back, or he would have her right there on the beach.

  He did not usually retreat from a sexual encounter, but he sensed something different about this woman. He tried pulling back again, but she was having none of it. He was in a quandary. If he didn’t put a stop to this right now, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. His groin was on fire. Daphne moved against him as if she wanted him inside her and nothing less would suffice. This was madness, but he’d have to take her there and then behind the shrubbery.

  Daphne knew the exact moment he came to the decision to take her behind the shrubbery. She felt his erection pulse against her belly as he drew her closer to him, sliding one arm around her waist and backing her farther behind the shrubbery. She had a moment of panic. She tried to formulate a question, but she knew there was no retreating now for either of them. She looked up at him and, for the first time, saw the color of his eyes: black, as black as obsidian, large and heavily lashed, and at the moment, his lids were heavy with sexual tension. Looking into his eyes, she felt as if she were drowning in a black sea. She had to shake her head to dispel the feeling. She tried looking everywhere but directly into his eyes. His gaze was so direct she feared he would see right through to her desperate needs. She was almost at the point of begging.

  Using his left hand, he pulled her into his body, covering her mouth with his as he kissed her with ruthless intent—power and control, mixed with pure lust. She felt his right hand reach between them, and without much effort, he pulled his shorts down, past his butt, and without breaking the kiss, he stepped out of them. When their bodies touched, he’s naked and she’s wearing only a skimpy bathing suit, the friction of the fabric against her swollen nipples almost had her crying out.

  She wanted to remove her clothes, to feel his skin against hers as she had in her dreams. As if reading her thoughts, he reached behind her and undid her top, letting it drop to the ground, and her breasts sprang free.

  He leaned down and, using his teeth, traced the edge of her areola as he stroked the nipple with his hot tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he made circles around it, but he didn’t take it into his mouth. Daphne feared she would pass out. She pushed her chest forward to give him better access, aching to feel his mouth on her breasts. But he would not be hurried. When he finally took her entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, she almost did collapse, as her legs were suddenly weak. Had it not been for Wolfe’s arms holding her up she would have collapsed onto the sand. He made a path of kisses from her breasts to her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of either. He alternated between strong pulls and delicate nibbling, which sent darts of sensation through her body all the way to her toes.

  Daphne began breathing through her mouth, the sensation too much for her. It was causing her to make strange hissing sounds. She wasn’t aware the sounds were coming from her until she heard Wolfe cooing to her. She was out of her mind with lust. She was so mesmerized by the pleasure his mouth on her breasts brought her that she had no clue when he’d removed the bottom half of her bathing suit—she was completely nude.

  Now he had free access to her body. She felt his hands caressing her butt and automatically reached down to retrieve her suit from the ground and found herself staring at his erection. He brought her back up and took possession of her mouth in a deep, probing kiss while his free hand drifted over her butt, her stomach, and down to the damp curls between her thighs. He slipped one of his fingers into her swollen passage, stroking the slick inner walls. The tip of his finger traced the sensitive nub of flesh inside her folds, causing her to jerk against him with another startled gasp as she tried to bring her legs closer together.

  “Détendez-vous, chérie. I will not hurt you.”

  A thrill of anticipation went through her. She was trying to maintain some control, even though it was proving to be difficult with the huge, taut length of his aroused flesh burning against her abdomen. “Wolfe,” she moaned, unable to believe what he was doing to her out here in the open. His pre-cum dripped on her exposed skin, filling her nose with his scent.

  Her fingers curled into his damp hair and traveled down to his neck. She pressed her face against his chest, gasping with excitement and apprehension. He raised her head, and using his mouth, he explored her mouth with quick thrusts of his tongue. She took a nibble at his full bottom lip, and the kiss grew hungrier and more intense as he opened his mouth and covered her mouth with his. She felt as if she was breathing through him. His saliva was slippery and tasted of sun and sea. The taste and smell of him triggered something inside her, and she moaned his name softly. She offered no resistance this time when he reached down and touched her between her thighs where she was aching for him.

  She was not an innocent, not in the biblical sense anyway, but the feelings this man triggered in her were new and unexpected. She wanted him so badly that her body was weeping. She was so drenched between her legs she felt embarrassed. She needed him to hurry. She felt as if she was running a race, and the finish line was just within sight, and she was holding on to make it there. He wasn’t hurrying. He continued tormenting her, running his finger over the opening of her pussy without stopping the onslaught on her mouth. She stood before him in all her naked glory, unabashed, until he stepped back as if to get a better look at her. That was when she reached down and wrapped her hands around his erect penis; the heat coming from him was enough to scorch her.

  Her fingers explored the sensitive head, the heavy veined shaft, and the balls hanging between his legs. She stroked the smooth head, closing her fingers around the base. She could barely circle the entire thing. When she brought her hand from the base back to the top, Wolfe went rigid and closed his hands over hers. Slowly he guided her in long, rhythmic strokes. Shaken by the intimacy of the moment, she hesitated when his hand fell away, but then she couldn’t resist touching him, so she continued to caress him. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls to gauge his reaction, and that was when she thought he was going to devour her because he left her mouth and traveled down to her neck, licking and giving her little bites that he followed with his tongue.

  The sensation of pleasure and pain had Daphne seeing stars. Her legs felt like rubber, and she thought she was going to faint. She wanted to force this man to take her now. When he sank to his knees in front of her, she had no idea what he planned on doing. When he parted her legs and slid his hand over her belly to the soft, downy curls between her thighs, she was shocked. Finding her wet and swollen, he fondled her gently with his finger. When his mouth wandered to the moist thatch of hair, her heart began to race. She tried to stop him, shaking her head in protest, but his strong hands clamped on her thighs, holding them wide while his mouth opened her and searched for the tiny nub of her tender flesh. She’d never had oral sex before. She’d read about it, but it was a new experience for her.

  She gasped in wonder as his lips devoured her relentlessly, sucking and licking until she felt herself reeling from the onslaught of sensations. Her hips undulated in response to the sleek plunge of his tongue. She grabbed his head and anchored her body to prepare for what she sensed was coming, but her knees began to shake. She was breathing hard and couldn’t keep her mouth closed. She had to breathe through her teeth, which felt on edge, the sensation almost painful in its intensity.

  Wolfe lifted her as if she weighed nothing, bringing
her legs to his waist, and while he supported her hips, he penetrated her in one swift, skillful stroke. She groaned and lifted her thighs to give him better access, and he drove solidly inside her. There was a slight sting because her body was not used to his size. He withdrew and returned, this time with more force than before. He then began a series of short withdrawals and long, grinding reentry movements, which had Daphne in a sexual daze. After the third such movement, she began to moan, and in no time, she was coming apart in a glorious, rippling release that she felt all the way to the tips of her toes. She heard his breathing hitch when he felt her release, but he did not slow down. Rather, he adjusted his rhythm, building and stroking the fire until her desire again matched his. Daphne could not believe it, but she was once again in the throes of another orgasm, this one just as intense as the first one.

  It was madness what she was allowing this man to do to her. She heard herself moaning, but she could no more stop than she could stop breathing. She felt him withdraw from her body, and she thought he was done with her, but all he did was adjust her body over his arms and enter her again in a swift, skillful stroke. She groaned and thrust herself back against him, and he drove in deep and began moving again, only this time with deep, rapid strokes. His thick penis pushed repeatedly into her, his heavy balls hitting against the lower part of her butt. Treacherous excitement engulfed her, and she shuddered violently. Her body tightened around him, and she felt a shudder go through him as he shared her pleasure, following her over the edge to claim his release.

  F ive

  Daphne thought she was going to disintegrate being held in such a vulnerable position. All she could do was tighten around him every time she felt him beginning to withdraw. She wanted to contribute to the act, but she couldn’t in this position. Nonetheless, she held on to him as he continued to pound into her. Everywhere he touched sizzled. She felt her fourth release approaching fast. This one seemed more powerful than the other three. Her core began to contract around him. He gasped and leaned to the side and took her mouth in an awkward kiss that had her turning her head to give him better access.