LaCasse Family Series

by Ju Ephraime

He reached for her and crushed her mouth in a greedy kiss. Her body immediately responded, and she shuddered with excitement. Her lips parted to admit his thrusting tongue. Her hands were all over him, his broad shoulders, his hair, his face.

  She loved the feel of his hair as she ran her fingers through the thick, luxurious curls. His hair felt like silk between her fingers. She felt him shaking just as much as she was when she returned his kiss with her own play of tongue. She could taste the brandy on his tongue and she believed she was getting drunk on it.

  The kiss started off rough, but suddenly it gentled, and his mouth glided down to her throat. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, her mind reeling as he murmured love words to her in his native French. Impatiently Wolfe reached to cup her full breasts in his hand, his thumb stroking the nipples into hard peaks.

  “I want you again,” he said against her mouth.

  He returned to her mouth, and she responded feverishly. Her hands moved from his hair to his back, her fingers digging into the flexed muscles.

  Breaking off the kiss, he hugged her to his chest and held her there for a while as they both struggled to regain some level of control. His hand was hot against her cheek as his heartbeat thundered beneath her ear. Daphne held on to him, breathless with need.

  It took a good couple of minutes before the frantic desire faded, leaving behind a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. She felt his hand underneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His obsidian eyes seemed to glow, and she felt herself drowning in their depths. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her face against his throat where the pulse beat rapidly.

  “Daphne,” he said hoarsely and touched his lips to hers with incredible gentleness. It took all his effort not to lift her onto his lap and sink himself into her sweet flesh.

  He nuzzled her hair, his lips playing through the soft wisps that surrounded her face. A cool breeze whisked across her skin, through the open window, causing her to shiver again. His arms tightened around her before he pulled away from her, murmuring he had to take her back to the hotel.

  The rest of the drive back to the hotel was a bit uncomfortable for him. He had a monstrous hard-on that refused to quit. He would have thought after their time on the beach that morning he would be sated for the night, but he was just as hungry as when he’d approached her that morning. He couldn’t help remembering how good she felt when he sank into her from behind, buried to the hilt. He was particularly hooked on the noises she made while he made love to her. He could not explain his reaction to Daphne. She seemed to affect him on some primal levels.

  Daphne was lost in thought, debating whether to invite Wolfe up to her room. So deeply was she thinking about it she didn’t realize they were back at the hotel and the vehicle had come to a stop. Wolfe got out and opened her door and walked her into the hotel. She hurriedly turned to him. At the last minute, she made up her mind. She would end their wonderful first date on a high note and not muddy the water. Also, her body needed time to recover. She was still feeling the aftereffects of their mating.

  “Goodnight. I have to stop at the desk. I had a wonderful time. Uh, see you tomorrow.”

  Wolfe didn’t laugh, but his mouth quirked in a dis­tinctly French style. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he said, giving her the customary peck on both cheeks.

  After he left, she felt like a complete idiot. Why am I acting like this? What’s the matter with me? First I’m hot, then I’m cold.

  She spent a miserable night with constant interrup­tions of vivid dreams of her and Wolfe on the beach. She woke up the next morning feeling low because she’d yet to come to a decision about Wolfe. In the end, she decided that she would let things progress however they may and she would stop analyzing things. Having reached that decision, it was as if a load had been lifted off her back.

  As she took her morning shower, she couldn’t help feeling like a woman who had been well fucked. She wondered what tricks they would get up to today.

  Humming one of the catchy tunes that seemed to be playing on all the radio stations on the island, she collected her coffee and picnic basket and headed for the beach at her usual time.

  She was settled with her book when she saw Wolfe returning to shore from his swim. This time, she didn’t wait for him to come to her. She was standing at the water’s edge when he walked out and was taken aback to see him wearing swimming trunks. She stood there speechless, not knowing how to react. It was the last thing she expected.

  What! Had he developed a sense of modesty, or was he paying her back for not inviting him to her room last night?

  She moved toward him as he left the water, and they came together in a passionate embrace. She didn’t know what it was about this man, but he rubbed her in all the right ways. She was laughing and crying as he devoured her mouth in a kiss that was almost brutal in its intensity.

  When she came up for air, she gestured contemptuously at his now-bulging shorts.

  “So, why are you wearing those things?”

  His eyes danced. “You know how shy I am, Daphne. Someone might be around, and I don’t want to give them the wrong idea.”

  She sniffed. “Shy? You, the exhibitionist who swam naked every day, long before you knew I was there?”

  “That’s where you are wrong,” Wolfe answered. “Haven’t you seen the signs? It’s a private beach. I always swam in the nude. No one was supposed to be here, not without my knowledge. Furthermore, you deliberately hid yourself behind the shrubbery, so don’t talk to me about being an exhibitionist. After finding you here, I’m going to have to hire a security firm to patrol the beach periodically.” He gave her a sideways glance. “But not, I think, today.”

  “Oh!” she said. “I had no idea. It just looked so nice and—right, private. And it is. I’m sorry; I’m a tourist. What do I know?”

  “Come here,” he said. “I’ll show you what you know.”

  “No,” she replied as she turned away from him laughing, moving as quickly as she could to get to the shrubbery.

  He was on her in two strides and had her on the sand, straddling her body. The laughter died in her throat when she felt his erection digging into her stomach. Heat spread through her, and she was rewarded with the warm wetness that seemed to plague her whenever she was around him.

  Daphne protested breathlessly as his hand slipped inside her top to cup her breast. “Don’t. Someone will see.”

  “This beach is deserted,” he replied, kissing her throat and moving down to her breast. “And if someone does happen along, which is highly unlikely, he or she’ll be Martiniquais or French and turn a blind eye to us. The Martiniquais, like the French, forgive lovers anything. And I confess to being a lecherous wolf.”

  He loved her eyes; they were unusually expressive. Heck, he loved everything about her, so far. At the moment, he was focused on her mouth, taking it in a kiss that had her making that whimpering sound she made when she was out of her mind with lust. She tried to reach between their bodies to get at him.

  “Oh no,” he said. “We are not doing this on the beach again. I want to take you to my home to have you in my bed.”

  “I don’t know, Wolfe. Aren’t we going too fast into this—whatever this thing is that flares up between us? I want to slow down. I’m here to recover from a bad breakup. I need time to examine this, to see if it’s real or something else.”

  “Why do women always have to over-analyze everything?” he asked. “Let me know when you have come to a decision.” With his whole body demanding he stay, he stood up and walked slowly away from her.

  Even as hard as he was listening, he almost didn’t hear her voice. “Wolfe,” she called. “Come back. I’ll go with you.”

  He felt the jolt deep in his groin. Good God, what has this woman done to me? He pretended to examine something in the sand, unwilling to turn around and show her the power she had over him. Taking deep breaths, he thought about the restaurants. Some of the tablecloths were showing wear; wa
s it time to order new ones? And he had lost two waiters who would have to be replaced… Thinking those thoughts, he slowly turned and walked back to where she was still lying on the sand.

  She looked so beautiful lying there that he abandoned all thoughts of taking her to his house. Just seeing her there in that position threw what little control he’d tried to exert over his body out the window. It was as if he would perish if he didn’t hurry and get inside. The savoring of their next joining would have to wait. He had to have her now! Reaching her, he covered her body with his, and with both hands cupping her face, he swooped down and seized her mouth in a kiss that left him breathing hard.

  She met his onslaught eagerly. His hands were all over her body, moving from her breasts to her stomach. He reached down between her thighs, his finger separating her swollen flesh to get to her clit, which he proceeded to massage mercilessly until she was reduced to a whimpering fool.

  He was shaking by the time he took her breasts in his hand and attacked the nipples with his mouth, sucking and pulling. He couldn’t seem to get enough of them. Just that quickly, I’m reduced to a panting idiot. He was out of his mind with lust. He wanted her so much he couldn’t think straight. He was all over her, shaking with need.

  “Wolfe, Wolfe,” she said, trying to slow him down, but he seemed caught up in the fire.

  He pushed her panties to the side and reached into the slick dampness. His fingers traced the swollen folds of her clit, and then he pushed one finger in, all the while keeping pressure on her clit with his thumb. Daphne moaned deep in her throat. He tormented her until she thought she would die from the force of her need. She writhed on his fingers. Hovering at the precipice of release, she could only gasp and plead for more. He brought her close to the edge and held her there.

  When he went to his knees and spread her legs wider before using his mouth and tongue on her, she thought she would die. She sank her hands into his hair, trying to pull him up, but he was not moving.

  He ignored her and kept licking and sucking, invading her melting flesh until her breathing became more labored as she shuddered in fulfillment. He kept licking and lapping at her until she began to beg.

  “I can’t take any more,” she gasped. “Please, Wolfe…. please…”

  Falling back on his heels, he removed her panties and lifted her legs, placed them over his shoulders, exposing her to him, in all her glory. Daphne was still not comfortable with having him see her this way, so she closed her eyes, so as not to watch him watching her. She only opened them when she felt the blunt head of his penis nudging her entrance.

  He was holding his penis in his hand as he rubbed and pushed it up and down her clit, playing around the opening but not entering.

  Daphne was out of her mind again, moaning, chanting his name breathlessly. This was evidently what he was waiting for because, positioning himself, he pushed in, but her flesh resisted and only the tip of his shaft entered. He pressed in again, raising her hips for better access as he thrust home, impaling her on his engorged penis.

  Daphne released a sigh of relief as her body adjusted to his invading flesh. Wolfe bent his head, seeking her mouth, and Daphne was only too eager to give it to him. His movement was slow and measured, forcing her to accept all of him. He moved his mouth to the pulse beating at the base of her throat, and then he set about taking her to a place of ecstasy she’d never been before. He adjusted his rhythm. It became faster and deeper, and with every thrust, he grounded his pelvis onto her sensitive flesh. Daphne began coming apart on a climax so powerful that, for a moment, she blacked out. When she came to, she was suspended in mind-blowing pleasure, her body pulsing around his engorged flesh, as if with a life of its own. She was wailing and breathing fast at the same time.

  Wolfe was trying to hold on, but her powerful muscle contracting around him gave him no choice. He had to come with her and share her pleasure. When she was finally able to talk, the first thing Daphne said was, “Let me lower my legs.”

  S even

  After their time on the beach, Wolfe took her to his home. Daphne could not recall how they got to his home. She was still in the near state of sex-induced coma, which she was trying to control by taking deep breaths. She avoided looking at Wolfe, and he didn’t talk much; they were both equally wired. The episode on the beach only whetted their appetites, and she couldn’t wait to have a go at his gorgeous body, but he was quicker than she was. No sooner had they entered the building than he pulled her to him and engaged her in a series of hot kisses. He didn’t release her until she was breathing hard, holding on to him.

  Daphne was only able to register that it was a beautiful house, with three levels and wrap-around porches. There was also an elevator which opened into the foyer. Daphne had never seen this before.

  “Are there stairs also?”

  “Yes, but I love the convenience the elevator afforded me.”

  “I guess it must make bringing groceries home a breeze.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  He began kissing her while the elevator took them up, the soft, gentle exploratory kind she loved, which left no part of her upper body untouched. His mouth took in her lips and traveled down to her neck then back to her lips for brief kisses and playful tugs on her lower lip. Those kisses were her undoing because they made her feel as if he actually loved and cared for her. She responded in kind, loving him with her mouth, her hands, and her body, pressing into him so he could feel her heat.

  In no time, Daphne was coming apart again. She was impatient for him now, but she knew from their first encounter, there was no hurrying him. He would do this in his own time. She just prayed she would be able to last until then.

  He took her on a quick tour of the home, and she was impressed. Although everything was a blur, what she was able to see appeared to be tastefully furnished and neatly arranged. She thought she caught a glimpse of a sitting room before she was whisked into the bedroom.

  The room was very masculine with a large four-poster bed, draped all around with white mosquito netting, a necessity because of the many mosquitoes on the island. The windows were closed, and the curtains drawn to keep in the cool air from the central air unit in the house. She was not aware of Wolfe removing her shorts, but soon she was wearing only her top, and her shorts were lying on the floor next to his. He raised her arms, still kissing her and removed her top.

  She wasn’t wearing any bra, so he had immediate access to her breasts. He cupped them and brought them to his mouth together, like an offering, going from one to the next for quick licks and brief sucks. Daphne found it amazing, how he could take her from a level-headed woman to a whimpering ninny in a matter of minutes. She didn’t know which breast he would suck and/or lick, she was on fire, whimpering.

  “Do you feel up to a shower?” he asked.

  Daphne didn’t think she would make it to the shower. She moved closer to him so that the broad head of his erection dug into her stomach. She could feel the wetness it left behind as it glided across her skin. She put her tongue into his ear and gave him a lick, tasting the salt from the ocean on his skin, along with his own unique taste. He rewarded her with a shiver, and she smiled.

  “I can wait for the shower; I want you inside me now.”

  He took her mouth in a hungry kiss and brought his hand to cup her chin while he lowered her to the bed, all the while keeping them joined together by the mouth. The silken sheets felt cool against her feverish skin, but she’d no time to enjoy the feeling because Wolfe had raised her legs to his shoulders as he began to penetrate the slick folds of her swollen labia, inch by slow, agonizing, blissful inch, all the while watching her, his obsidian gaze hidden by heavy lids.

  Daphne’s head was spinning; she felt as if she were flying. She was in a state of ecstasy like she’d never experienced before. With her legs on his shoulders, Wolfe exposed her pussy to his deep, full strokes, performed with military precision. He plunged into her over and over, dragging his thick penis across
her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Daphne could not think straight. It was as if the nerve endings in her body were all concentrated into this one spot, and Wolfe knew just exactly the spot. She couldn’t close her mouth; the sensation was too great. She kept chanting his name, pleading and begging, though she didn’t know for what

  This seemed to spur him on further because the more she begged, the more intense the attack, or so it seemed to her. He shifted position, using his right hand to raise her body slightly off the bed which brought him even deeper into her body as he kept hitting that spot. Daphne couldn’t control the hoarse scream as her release tore through her, hitting her in waves, each wave more intense than the one before until it settled into slighter ones, which still had her shuddering. She felt her muscles massaging his penis as they contracted with the force of the release, and still he kept up the pace.

  “Wolfe,” she gasped, “what are you doing to me? You are driving me insane!” She was on the cusp of another orgasm. The sweet sensation not letting up, it only got sweeter and sweeter as he drove into her, again and again and again.

  Her muscle clenched around his cock, and he growled. “Daphne, you do strange things to me.” He drove deep, hitting her cervix in a series of violent thrusts as he sprayed her womb with his seed.

  Giving her a brief kiss, he let her legs down gently and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

  Daphne was in a state of ecstatic bliss long after Wolfe had ceased his assault on her body. It took a good ten minutes for her to connect with all her senses. Her arms were heavy, and her body ached, but it felt like heaven. She was still having aftershocks of small orgasms coursing through her, her muscles still spasming around his still semi-hard penis. He lay partially on top of her, leaning on his left elbow and making no move to withdraw.

  “Come,” he said, “are you ready for that shower now?”

  “I believe I will settle for a nice, long, leisurely bath,” Daphne responded. She didn’t know how she was going to make it to the bathroom. Wolfe would have to carry her. As if he read her mind, he got up in all his naked glory and walked out of the room. She heard water running in a tub. She grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, so at least her top half was covered. She was attempting to get up from the bed when he walked back into the room. He reached down, lifted her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her into the bathroom.