by Ann Cory
Today had been her first taste of a freedom she'd long since forgotten. “Actually, you've helped me more than years of expensive therapy has."
His brows knitted. “I take it you've hit a couple rough patches?"
She nodded. “I used to be obsessive compulsive. I slip into every once in awhile, but I'm learning to manage it. Stress is my biggest trigger and while I've done a good job lessening it at home, it's work that does me in. I can't seem to find a balance there no matter how hard I try. So yeah, I'm a bit of a control freak and a whole lot of mess. Are you sure you want to try and be my remedy?"
He kissed her neck, and his lips brushed her earlobe. “I'd be happy to give it a go. Even if it takes all night."
"I warn you, it's a lot of work,” she added. It only seemed right to give him one more chance to back out.
He slipped behind her and whispered, “Let's give it a try."
Cole did his best to not go animalistic on her, despite the fact having her so close drove him wild with need. Just because he'd waited eight months for her didn't mean he could abandon all efforts to be a good lover. She'd only had a day to figure out whether she wanted him or not.
Tenderly, he swept her hair aside and kissed the curve of her neck. Her skin felt soft and dewy against his lips, and made him crave more. He loved the way she sighed and leaned back into him. Without knowing, she was making it even more difficult to keep a sense of control. He slid his arms around her waist and kneaded her breasts in his palms—lush, full breasts he couldn't wait to kiss.
"Mmm,” she moaned and wiggled her ass ever so slightly. That did it. He was more aroused than before, and it nearly did him in. What he wanted most right then was to feel her pussy again. To revisit the velvety texture and stroke her clit.
Cole trailed a hand down over her tummy to between her legs and cupped her pussy. In response, she parted her thighs and whimpered in pleasure. This was too much. Much as he wanted to draw it out, he couldn't. The images of tasting her earlier were too fresh in his mind.
He gathered her up in his arms and made his way to the shallow end of the pool. As he walked up the steps, she clung to him tighter. The Santa Ana winds were blowing hot, making it even more important to slip his cock into her moist, wet pussy.
She skimmed her fingers along his face and outlined his lips. “You wouldn't know what happened to my swimsuit, would you? It seems I've gone and lost it."
Cole knew exactly where both her top and bottoms were, but right now he had her the way he wanted her most. Wet and naked. He showered the bridge of her nose with kisses and smiled. “I'll never tell."
Her musical laugh drifted into the air and he was relieved they were at the special area he'd set up for them. When he'd come back from taking Matt to the hospital, Samantha had been sound asleep in the lounger. With Lee's help, he'd lashed two of the air mattresses together and dressed it up a bit with silky sheets. It was a beautiful summer evening and he'd hoped she would give him a second chance. This time he refused to screw it up.
Gently, he placed her on the makeshift bed and slipped out of his swim trunks. She was a vision laying there, her eyes intent on him and sparkling against the golden light of the torches. “I watched you watch the others during the lap swim. And I watched the others tease your nipples. Now, I get you all to myself."
He hovered above her and rested a knee between her thighs. Willingly, she opened herself to him. The sight of her naked pussy affected him all over again.
"Cole, I—"
"You don't have to worry,” he interrupted. “No one is going to come out here."
She smiled. “I wasn't worried. I was about to say that I want you."
The words were as beautiful as her laugh.
She reached for his cock, but he clasped her hand and kissed the tops of her knuckles. If she touched him, he'd spew all over her in two seconds flat.
"Not now. I'm too wound up for you to do that. Tonight I just want to be inside you. Is that okay? You've got me too fired up."
Her palm smoothed along his chest. “Okay. You sure it's not the hot wind that has you fired up?"
"You're hotter than the Santa Ana winds any day.” From beneath a towel he took out a condom and unrolled it over his cock. It was the kind with the “added pleasure for her". At least he hoped it would give her extra pleasure.
She watched him put it on then gave him an incredulous look. “You weren't kidding when you said you planned to seduce me."
Now he was embarrassed. “I only hoped. But if it was to happen, I didn't want to be unprepared."
"I like the way you think, though I'm surprised."
He pursed his lips. “At what?"
"That they make a condom big enough to fit you."
Oh he loved this woman. “You're stroking more than my ego with words like that,” he said, unable to suppress a ridiculous grin.
She spread her thighs and ran her tongue along her lower lip. “I'd stroke more if you'd let me."
The desire reflecting from her eyes was all the foreplay he needed. “Trust me, I want it but another time. For now, I need to be inside that sweet pussy of yours. I loved watching you come before. It drove me crazy."
He massaged her clit for a few seconds and slipped his fingers inside her. His pulse pounded at how wet she was. Her heady scent drugged him, and all hope to hold back vanished. He couldn't go another second. Cole rested his cock against the folds of her slit and slowly eased inside. In an instant, her cheeks were covered in pink, and her lips were parted. She was a vision. More beautiful than all the dreams of her combined.
He thrust into her to the hilt, and she rocked her hips against him. He helped bring her legs up and around his waist as he slid in further. It made his cock harder to watch his length slide in and out of her slit. He loved the way her pussy clung to him, so tight and moist. Cole sped up his movements, fascinated by the feel of her. He wasn't far from an orgasm, but he didn't want to come until she had. He pumped faster, wanting to drive her to that point of no return.
Her nose scrunched up, and her lips curled.
"Yes,” she gasped and matched each of his movements. They rocked together, reminding him of the waves on the beach. Though the wind blew hot against his face, and his throat turned dry, she was all the nourishment he needed.
"I'm going to come,” she whispered and clamped her legs tighter around his waist.
He thrust into her at lightning speed and thumbed her clit. Her face screwed up and her eyelashes fluttered. Cole thrust once more, and it was then she cried out. He gripped her hips and groaned at the way her pussy contracted around him. It was just what he needed to push him over. Head tossed back, he bellowed, uncaring who heard.
He slowly pulled out and removed the condom.
"That was wonderful,” she sighed, her eyes glazed and half-mast.
"Yes, it was.” He nestled next to her and caressed her body. “And so are you."
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Chapter Four
In the morning, Samantha found herself in a great big bed with the sunlight pouring in from three large walls of windows. The view outside was spectacular, something right out of a summer vacation brochure. A sandy brown beach started from the French doors, and led out to a sparkling blue ocean that stretched for miles. This was her idea of paradise.
She yawned and checked the time on the bedside table. Ten o'clock? She couldn't remember when she'd last slept in or so late. What a fool she'd been. It was becoming clear she needed to make better choices. She'd denied herself so many pleasures, and one by one, Cole was awakening her to them.
Samantha glanced outside again and saw the bronze hottie unfold a couple of lawn chairs. Quickly, she grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her body toga style. She opened the French doors and stepped out onto the sand. It felt like warm silk beneath her feet.
"Hey sleepyhead,” he greeted with a warm smile. “How do you feel?"
Samantha felt ten years younger. “Like a bra
nd new woman. I didn't mean to sleep in so late."
His smile didn't falter. “No worries. You slept so soundly, I didn't want to wake you. Are you hungry? I can fix you something if you'd like."
He looked like a dream in a pair of black swim shorts, his chest smooth and sun-kissed. Oh she was hungry all right, but for the feel of his body against hers not food. “Not right now but maybe later."
Cole motioned forward. “I've made us a little place here on the beach. We can sit in chairs or on the towels, your choice."
She hurried onto the multi coloured towels lined up side by side. “Towels are fine. That way we can be closer."
Samantha sat and bent her knees in, hugging them to her chest. She couldn't get over the amazing view in front of her. The waves tumbled then smoothed out into a thin coat of foam that reminded her of pancakes when they're first flipped.
Cole sat down next to her and draped his arm around her shoulder. “It's another beautiful summer's day. Of course, you have all that work to do so you probably won't be able to stay and enjoy it."
Samantha winced. That had been the last thing on her mind. “Oh stop it. Work can wait."
He kissed her, and she could taste the salt of the ocean on his lips. “That's my girl."
She smiled at those words and leaned further into him.
"Anything you want to do today,” he asked, his voice a gentle lull.
"I'd love to just hang out here on the beach with you. Or I'm up for practising that lap swim game. I think I could really get into it."
She felt his smile widen against her. “Anything you want, and it's yours.” He reached over with his other hand and tugged at the sheet, but she batted him away.
"Excuse me. Grabby hands."
He chuckled. “Are you being shy again?"
"No. It's just that someone might see. You know, family-type people. I don't want to offend anyone."
"Are you kidding? You have a beautiful body, what's to offend? But this part here is private beach access only, and I can attest that my closest neighbour won't be around for several months."
Samantha was impressed. She remembered when she and Chelsea had first driven up. They'd figured someone had gone through a lot of trouble to rent such a nice place for a party. It had to have cost a fortune. “I have to know. How does a cab driver afford such an amazing house with a private beach?” Samantha instantly clamped her hand over her mouth. She felt terrible for the way that came out. But if he took it wrong, he didn't show it.
"Well, part of it was inherited by my parents. The other part I owe to you. Between the cab fare and all those tips you used to throw at me, I've done pretty well for myself. So, in a roundabout way this place is part yours, and you're welcome here whenever you'd like."
A seagull flew overhead and joined a group of other birds on the beach.
"I could get used to this.” She turned to him. “I could get used to you. Hopefully my silly little issues don't scare you off."
"Why do you call them silly?"
"Because I'm a big girl and should get over things.” She wished they made a on-off switch for these things.
He shrugged. “I'm a believer that the most important things take time. Or at least eight months."
Samantha laughed. He had a way of making her feel normal. “You're crazy."
"For you, yes. I'd say this house is big enough for me, you, and all those issues of yours."
She sighed. “I'm glad you invited me to the party. I would have really missed out. You've made my whole summer."
"Well, I was bound and determined to get your attention one way or another."
"I bet I know how to get your attention.” She turned and removed his shorts. His big cock hardened instantly.
Samantha let the sheet fall away and straddled him. As she bent forward to lick his cock, he reached forward and swung her around so her ass faced him.
"There's no way I'm waiting for that sweet pussy of yours for another minute,” he growled. “I've been waiting all morning."
Before she could protest, he probed her clit with his tongue. Every touch from him sent little jolts of ecstasy through her. She reciprocated the pleasure by taking his large cock into her mouth and sucking him hard. He groaned, and she took him in further, loving his taste and texture.
She had no idea how long they spent mutually mouth fucking each other, but she loved the sensations running rampant through her. He seemed to know every pleasure point, and then some. Her body teetered on the edge, but she liked it there. Such an incredible high. She faintly heard the sound of the ocean in the background. Heard its raw power and felt it too as he continued suckling her clit.
Samantha drew her lips tighter around his cock, bobbing her head up and down until she heard him call her name.
She paused and looked behind her. “Yes?"
Her juices on his lips reflected the sun. “I could taste you all day but I'm feeling greedy. I need inside you."
She started to turn but he grasped her hips in his hands.
"Lean forward on your elbows. I want your luscious ass high in the air."
Her pulse thundered. Would he take her from behind? Excitement coursed through her. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against the towel. So many firsts.
"Let me lube you up first. It will be cool for just a second,” he explained, and she readied herself. The first feel of the liquid made her body jerk, but it turned warm as he spread it all along her anus. With his finger he worked her open until she relaxed, and then he inserted a second finger.
"Cole,” she moaned and rode the intense sensation.
"You're so tight,” he murmured and added more lubrication. Again he pumped his fingers inside her and added a third. She moaned, moving against his fingers. The warm breeze made her nipples harder, flickering at her like a multitude of tongues.
"Are you relaxed?"
"Mm hmm,” she sighed and nearly came undone when he rested the head of his cock at her entry.
"We'll take it nice and slow."
"Okay."
Inch by blessed inch, he pushed through her tight sphincter hole, and she cried out in blinding pleasure. When he was all the way inside, he paused and reached down to fondle her clit.
"Oh yes,” she moaned.
"Yes,” he returned in a husky groan and pumped his cock, slow at first then faster.
The pounding of the shore grew louder, almost drumming with the same rhythm as his thrusts. Samantha slammed back into him, lost in the beat of her desire. She was close to an orgasm and shut out any thoughts that would keep her from one.
His hands closed tightly around her hips, and he impaled her, rocketing her forward and back. Her hair swung wildly about her face.
"Come for me,” he growled. “Let yourself go, and come for me."
With a couple more rapid strokes, she felt the release deep in her core finally spill over. Her entire body shook as she called out. She'd never come so hard before and cried out as a series of tiny shocks followed. Cole's grip tightened around her hips, and he too let go, his voice so loud it frightened the birds away. She watched them soar over them and then sighed contentedly.
Slowly he withdrew and brought her back with him to lie on the towels.
"It's going to be different come Monday when I drive you to work,” he said softly against her ear.
"Well, I've been thinking about that, and I've decided it's time for a vacation."
He turned to face her. “Where do you plan on going?"
"Maybe I could stay here?"
His lips widened into a smile. “You've got it. I've saved up plenty of vacation days. Anywhere else you want to go?"
She had drawers chock-full of brochures on places to go, but none of them could compare to being with Cole.
"It's hard to think of anywhere else when I look around here and see paradise."
The hot Santa Ana winds picked up, and he wrapped her tightly in his embrace. Samantha let her gaze linger on his face. She t
raced his chin and stared into his eyes. Stared into the blue. Her safe place. She was home.
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About the Author
Ann Cory is an accomplished author and writes urban fantasy, paranormal, shape-shifters, vampires, fantasy, alternative, and BDSM, along with historical and contemporary to mix it up a bit.
When she isn't concocting a magical seduction story, she writes poetry, reads, and spends time with her husband and son playing games and watching movies. She also enjoys interior decorating, cooking and making wine.
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