by Amy Brent
Gabe’s face twisted into one of horror. “You’re one of them book writers?” he asked, aghast.
“Yes, she is and damn good at it,” I said, proudly.
Gabe was shaking his head. “No wonder you two were holed up in that cabin for so long. I thought you were dead. Now I see why.”
Holly and Calla both started laughing. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. “Speaking of, I think it’s time for us to get home. You two probably want to enjoy your honeymoon now that Holly can stay the night in your bed without you getting all weird about it.”
“A man’s got to have morals,” Gabe shot back.
“Yes, he does, and you do. Good night you two. We’ll see you in a few days. Don’t do anything too wild. We wouldn’t want Holly to break an arm or her other foot,” I teased.
“Jake,” Calla hissed.
I chuckled and grabbed her by the waist. “Let’s go home. This is about as much partying as I can take. I want to get back to our home.”
Calla cleaned up with my help and then we left Gabe and Holly alone to enjoy their first night as a married couple.
“I hope you’re not still jetlagged,” I said to Calla, as the truck bounced up the driveway to our cabin.
She shook her head. “Nope. You?”
I shook my head. “No. We have all night and I know you have nothing to do this weekend. We can stay in bed all day.””
She started laughing. “Just the bed?”
I growled low in my throat and hurried up the long driveway.
Chapter Nine
Calla
I grabbed the bag from the backseat of the truck where I had stashed it earlier. I had hoped to take it with us to Bora Bora, but Holly casually reminded me my luggage could be lost or searched. I didn’t particularly want stranger’s hands playing with my toys. I chose to leave it behind at the last minute, but now that we were back in the privacy of our own home, it was game on.
“Coming in?” Jake asked from the porch.
“Yep, just had to grab something.”
“What’s that?” he asked, looking at the bag I was holding.
I smiled and winked at him as we entered the cabin. “Just a little something I had Holly pick up for me.”
His eyes quickly filled with passion. “Oh, really. Is it a new little bit of lingerie?”
I shook my head. “Nope, but I think you’ll enjoy it just the same.”
“Uh, I’m afraid to ask,” he said, with a concerned look on his face.
“Never be afraid.”
I reached in the bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion and held it up. He raised an eyebrow in question.
“Oh, good God man! Have you never been into an adult store?”
His face fell. “No. Why would I? I don’t need that shit.”
I smirked. “It isn’t poison and that shit can be lots of fun. I have a whole bag of goodies, but I’ll break you in gently. We’ll start with my magic lotion for now.”
He grabbed the bottle out of my hand and read the label. “Hmm, interesting.”
I put the bag down on the kitchen table and walked towards him. “I missed you last night.”
“I was beside you the whole time.”
I nodded. “I know, but you weren’t inside me,” I whispered.
“I can fix that,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips.
His hands reached up to untie one shoulder strap on my dress and then the next. The fabric dropped around my feet, leaving me standing in the matching pink bra and panties I had on. He sucked in a gasp of air as he looked at my body in the soft light of the cabin.
I loved the way he looked at me. I knew I was curvy and that most men didn’t appreciate the extra lumps here and there. Jake did. He seemed to love me even more because of it.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my neck and trailing his fingers down my arm.
“I love you, too,” I replied, reaching out to unbutton his shirt.
He stood back and let me work. Unlike most of the time we had sex, there was no urgency. I could take my time and worship the man. With all the buttons freed, I pushed the shirt off his body, leaving him standing there in his jeans. I took in the wide expanse of his chest and his flat stomach. I reached out and slowly caressed his chest, from shoulder to shoulder before stepping forward to kiss the invisible path I had drawn.
My hands worked at the buttons on his jeans, freeing him. I pushed them down over his hips. He kicked off his shoes and then shucked the pants.
“When I first saw you, I thought you looked like a Viking god. I still do,” I said, taking in the sight of him.
He smirked. “That’s different.”
“Oh, the fantasies I had about your body,” I cooed, running my open hand over his chest and down his stomach before walking around him to kiss his shoulder blades. “All this hard muscle is hard to ignore.”
“So, don’t,” he replied, his voice was low and husky.
I took the bottle from him and squirted some of the lotion on my hand before rubbing it into his back. I massaged each shoulder and then rubbed it down his back.
“Ready?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
I closed my mouth over his shoulder blade, letting my breath heat the lotion.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed as the lotion heated up on his skin.
I smiled and continued to run my mouth over his back, licking and blowing the strawberry-flavored lotion as I did.
Making my way around him, I was pleasantly surprised to see his raging erection outlined in his briefs. I pushed his underwear down, preparing for the next assault on his body. The man was a virgin in this department and I was very excited to show him a few tricks.
“I think you’ll want to sit down for this,” I said, grabbing his hand and leading him to one of our dining room chairs.
“Calla,” his voice was guttural. “I don’t think—” he stopped talking when I began to rub the lotion on his legs, and then over the full length of his shaft.
“Don’t think. Feel,” I told him, a second before I closed my mouth over the head of his cock, sliding my lips down as I blew out.
“Holy fuck!” he cried out, his pelvis thrusting up, pushing him deeper down my throat.
I moaned around his dick and began to vigorously suck and blow. His body was taut as a bowstring and I knew he was ready to blow. I reached between his legs and fondled his balls before gently tugging. That was all he needed, and erupted deep inside my mouth as I swallowed every last drop.
I leaned back and looked up at him. His head was thrown back against the chair, his chest heaving up and down as he dragged in shallow breaths.
He looked down at me and ran a hand over my cheek. His eyes were intense. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, but not until after I feast on you. What else is in that bag, Calla? I am afraid I may die if I ever experience that kind of pleasure again.”
I squirmed where I sat on my knees. His words had made me wet, but the idea of using the other toys I had was making me even wetter.
“Next time,” I told him.
He lunged forward and lifted me to a standing position before he spun me around and laid me down on the table. I quivered, remembering the other times we had used the table. There was something about being spread out on the table that made the sex far more pleasing.
His hands slid under my back where he unfastened my bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. Then, he slid my panties down my legs. My legs dangled over the side of the table, which was clearly not what he wanted. He slid me backwards until I was completely on the table, just my ankles hanging over the edge.
The intensity of his gaze was nearly my undoing. I squirmed on the table, begging for him to touch me.
“Fucking amazing,” he murmured, as his eyes roamed over my body.
He grabbed the bottle of lotion and squirted a pool onto my belly button. The cold lotion was a shock to my overheated skin. The man’s magical hands began to massage my body, wo
rking over my breasts and then back down to my thighs. His gentle kneading slowly spread my legs wide as he rubbed the lotion over my pussy.
The massage had been nice, but his mouth over the areas he had massaged had me shivering with need.
“Jake,” I moaned as his mouth suckled my breasts. The lotion made it feel as if he were breathing fire. I wanted release, I begged for release.
His mouth moved to my core, his hot breath heating up the lotion, driving me wild with every pant.
“Is it hot?” he asked, the words creating more heat.
I moaned and nodded my head.
He ran his tongue up my slit, his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wider.
“Hot?” he asked again.
I whimpered as the word brushed over my skin that felt on fire. His tongue lapped at me again before pushing inside. The lotion on his lips and tongue created a slow burn deep inside.
Helpless was how I felt, as the first wave of what I knew was only my first orgasm cascaded over me. He never stopped moving his tongue, in and out and slowly licking my clit. I had barely stopped spasming from the first orgasm when he grabbed that hard nub and sucked on it before gently biting. The action sent me right back over the edge, screaming out with extreme pleasure.
I felt him grab my hands with his, pulling me off the table. He sat in one of the chairs. When I moved to straddle him, he turned me around before slowly, lowering my body down to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick between my legs and spread my legs a little wider to take him in as I sat.
“Oh, God. It feels so good,” I moaned, my head dropping forward.
His hands reached up to cup my breasts, pulling them down as if it to direct my descent over his thrusting cock.
“Sit,” he grunted out.
I gasped as I took in the last inch, feeling him pressing deep inside me.
“Jake,” I moaned, unable to fight back the sensations spiraling through my body.
He was so deep. I leaned forward, adjusting his cock inside me. The movement pressed against my clit.
I cried out and felt the first trembling as my sheath squeezed his cock.
“Fuck. God damn. Calla, again?” he moaned as my body started to cum.
It had been completely involuntary. His dick inside me was too good. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking and arching my back. His fingers tweaked my nipples, dragging out the orgasm.
“Now, fuck me,” he ordered. “Ride my dick, up and down.”
I rose up, pulling him out to the tip of his cock before I pushed back down. I heard him moan and repeated the movement, stopping with just the tip of his head inside my pussy. I rotated my hips, letting the engorged head rub against my clit before sliding back down.
My juices were making the entrance slick and smooth. I bounced on his lap, my breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm. I could feel the next orgasm building, driving me higher and higher as I rode his dick. I burst into a million pieces, screaming out with the force of the climax.
Jake jumped up, launching my impaled body forward to land face first on the table. He stood behind me and jackhammered into me as I lay face down across the table. I could feel his feverish desire as he pounded into my pussy over and over.
“Fuck me, Jake. Harder!” I demanded.
His hand slapped my ass as he pushed into me with such force the table slid a few inches across the floor.
I cried out, feeling as if he would tear me in two. It was too good to hurt, but I wanted more. I demanded more, and he willingly gave it.
He roared with such force I could feel the sound echoing in the room. His dick plunged higher, his entire body jerking as he rocketed into me.
“Good God. I swear I just died a little,” he gasped, gently rubbing my back. His dick was still inside, making little jumps as my pussy milked him.
I groaned, not quite ready to form words yet.
“Come on,” he said, pulling out of me and tugging me off the table. “Let’s go to bed. I think we’ll both sleep soundly after that.”
“I hope I can walk tomorrow,” I moaned.
His hand cupped my ass as we walked naked down the hall to our room. “If not, you’ll have to stay in bed. I think I like that idea better.”
I climbed onto the bed and waited for him. He settled in behind me, his arms coming around me to hold me tight. I sighed in contentment, and felt safe and loved in his arms.
“Good night,” he whispered in my ear.
“Good night,” I told him, squeezing his hand that was tucked against my chest.
I lay there, relishing the feel of his body behind me. His beard tickled the back of my neck, making me smile. I was a happy woman.
Chapter Ten
Jake
I woke myself up moaning. It didn’t take my brain long to figure out where the sound had come from and why. Calla’s soft little hand was wrapped around my dick, her mouth hovering over the head, lapping it with her tongue. I opened my eyes to see her head bobbing up and down as she gave me a lovely morning blowjob.
My hand moved to touch her hair. She looked up at me, my dick still in her mouth. I nearly exploded at the sight.
“Good morning,” I groaned, as her mouth closed over my shaft and slid down.
Her response was to suck hard.
I grabbed under her arms and pulled her body over mine. Her pussy enveloped my dick as she slid down and rode me hard and fast. When we had both found our release, she dropped beside me.
“Good morning,” she said, with a smile.
“I would say so,” I grinned. “You’re amazing.”
“I know.”
I laughed and shook my head. We both laid there in comfortable silence, listening to the birds outside. It was the way I wanted to wake up every morning. I didn’t think it was possible to be any happier than I was in that moment. I thought about Gabe and hoped he felt the same way. The guy deserved to be happy.
“You spoil me,” I murmured.
“You spoil me. I know how lucky I am to have found a man as gorgeous as you are. You’re beautiful, big dick isn’t so bad either.”
I chuckled low in my throat, happy to know that I pleased her.
Calla was tracing circles on my chest with the tip of her finger. I needed to talk to her about something that had been on my mind, but I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject. It had been on my mind since about the second day of our honeymoon. That first time we walked the beach together, seeing things for the first time. The experience of sharing a first-time with someone I loved was completely unfamiliar, but I knew I wanted to do it again and again.
There was only one way to do that.
“Remember when you talked about traveling around the world?” I asked her. “You said you had always dreamed of visiting all the touristy places and then getting off the beaten path to see things few people got the chance to see?”
“Yes, I remember you nearly having a stroke at the thought,” she teased.
“Hey, you took me by surprise. If you remember, it wasn’t just the thought of leaving my home behind that nearly caused me to stroke out. I think it had more to do with what you had just done to my body,” I reminded her.
She giggled. “Possibly, but I’ve done that to your body many times and you’ve never had quite that same reaction.”
“You’re getting me off topic,” I said, squeezing her hip. “You’re going to sell your house, right? Not that I’m pressuring you. If you don’t want to, I understand.”
“Yes. I already told you I was going to.”
I took a deep breath. “I think I’d like to do what you talked about before. Traveling, I mean. Maybe six months out of the year or more. I don’t know.”
She leaned up on her elbow and looked at me. “Really?”
I nodded my head and kissed her nose. “Yes. Our trip was amazing, and I don’t mean just the sex. It was fun to explore something new with you, far away from here and our regular lives. I liked the freedom traveling brings. I
want to see everything!”
“I’m game. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. I don’t necessarily want to get on a plane and fly around the world visiting places that are tourist destinations. I want to explore,” I explained, feeling as if I were not quite getting my idea across.
“I thought you said you’d already seen the world when you were in the Army?”
I shrugged. “I did, but I saw bases and a few beaches. I didn’t really get to experience it. Of course, I went to some of the bars and hotspots, but that isn’t really seeing the world. We don’t even need to leave the country. I’ve only been to a handful of states. I’d be perfectly happy going down the east coast or visiting the middle of Nebraska.”
She laughed. “Nebraska?”
I sat up and got out of bed, pulling on my briefs.
“Where are you going?” she pouted. “I thought we were going to stay in bed all day.”
I chuckled, leaned over and kissed her, before pulling the sheet back and kissing each of her breasts. “There’s plenty of time for that. Come on, I want to show you something,” I tugged her naked body out of bed.
She put on the robe and met me in the kitchen. While she started the coffee, I pulled out a map I had been carrying around most of my life. It was old and worn, but it meant something to me, which was why I had kept it. I hadn’t showed it to anyone before. It was just a map, but it was a part of who I was. The man that I kept hidden away from most of the world. I didn’t have to hide with her. She knew me inside and out.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“When I was younger, I had big dreams of visiting every state. I wanted to see everything. I used to study travel guides and imagine I was anywhere but where I was. It was my escape. When I joined the Army, I had grand plans of finally fulfilling my dream. Army travel isn’t quite the same as civilian travel. Even when I had leave, it wasn’t as enjoyable as I had thought it would be. It was actually a bit of a disappointment, which was why I never cared to travel again.”
I spread the map on the table, staring at the red Xs that indicated where I had been. There weren’t nearly enough for my satisfaction. It was a little embarrassing to admit I had never really been out of Maine.