Summer Encounter

by Shelley Munro

  Isaac leaned over to open the top drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a box of condoms and took one out before dropping the packet beside the bedside lamp.

  “Raised dots for added stimulation,” he said with a straight face.

  “You put it on,” I said. “And hurry.” I stroked my breasts again and arched my body. The insistent and savage ache between my legs needed tending. Isaac ripped the foil packet open and rolled on the condom. I slipped my fingers between my legs and strummed my achy clit. My soft groan drew Isaac’s attention.

  His dark brows rose. He snagged my wrist, making a tsking sound. Lifting my hand, he sucked my finger into his mouth and licked it clean. Desire curled through me. Isaac leaned over, kissing me hard and passionately until I forgot my impatience. Brandy and a hint of my juices danced across my taste buds.

  His cock nudged my thigh before he redirected it to the mouth of my pussy. It had been so long. Isaac captured my lips again and pushed insistently into my pussy. The sense of fullness was incredible as he buried himself to the hilt, but then he started thrusting.

  Slow.

  Deep.

  Oh, boy. Deep was the best. And the way his thick cock stretched me, filling me so sweetly. I shivered and held on tight. Isaac stroked in and out, telling me I was beautiful, that he loved to fuck me. I gloried in his words, his touch. An orgasm shimmered just beyond my grasp. I moved with him, canting my hips high. Panting, my body tense, hungry for release. Isaac increased the pace, his balls slapping me with each plunge.

  My eyes slid shut to savor and enjoy the intense pleasure, the strength of him as his thrusts grew more frenzied, working me, driving us both higher and closer to release. His head lowered and his tongue delved into my mouth, demanding. Plundering. I rocked against his body, his cock massaging my sensitive nub. He swept me under into a private place where sensation ruled and there was only the two of us.

  No past. No present.

  No rules about age.

  Just two lovers giving and receiving pleasure.

  I sighed into his mouth at the beauty of it. Isaac hammered into me. We both breathed hard, straining for release. With each thrust, he pushed me higher. The insistent tingle each time he brushed my clit built. He pumped into me again, our lips grinding together. My hands smoothed over his back to cup his butt. I squeezed just as intense pleasure burst, washing over me in a fiery blaze.

  “Isaac,” I gasped, riding the wave for all it was worth. That seemed to be the signal he was waiting for. His strokes became frenzied, then he stilled, and deep inside I felt the pulsing of his cock as semen erupted from his body. He shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut in an expression that was almost pain. God, I loved that I could make him feel this way.

  For long, silent moments, we cuddled, our sweaty bodies sticking together in a most uncomfortable manner. I didn’t care. I hadn’t felt this close to anyone for a long time, and I didn’t want to move.

  Chapter Three

  “You’re squashing me,” I protested, a full five minutes later. It wasn’t that I wanted to move, but more I had to breathe. Isaac rolled off me, his sexy mouth curled up in a smirk. He dealt with the condom and then preceded to touch me, stroking his fingers through my slippery folds until the tingle I’d thought had finished, started up again. This time, he was more adventurous. His fingers smoothed my juices all the way up to my anus. An impudent finger pushed inside my puckered rosette and waggled.

  “Ooh.” Richard had never done that before. I decided I quite liked the stretching, invasive sensation.

  “Has anyone had your ass before?”

  “No,” I said with caution.

  “Not even toys inserted?”

  “No.” Then, with a random rush of words. “Did you sleep with Susan?” I don’t know where the words came from—no, a lie. I knew all right. That old green-eyed monster called jealousy had me in a tight grip. A choke hold. The idea of Susan doing these things with Isaac was enough to make me uneasy. Me doing them, on the other hand, was quite all right.

  Isaac removed his finger from my ass and sat up abruptly. “Curious or jealous?”

  “A bit of both,” I said, once again with caution.

  His face was impassive. “Want to know details?”

  “God, no!”

  “I never slept with Susan.” The quiet intensity in him told me he spoke the truth. “After I met you, I didn’t want to.”

  “Oh.” I swallowed, feeling none the wiser and more confused. What did he mean? After he met me? It didn’t make sense. I was Susan’s mother. Suddenly, I didn’t want to talk. “Can we make love again?”

  “Don’t you have any more questions?”

  “No.” It was a lie. I had heaps of questions, but decided to bide my time. Some of the answers would come out in conversation. And besides, I’d been married and had a child. I was hardly in the position to act the jealous lover regarding things that had happened in the past.

  Isaac reached for a condom and rolled it on.

  “Wow,” I said, impressed. “When did that happen?” The that in question was a very impressive erection. Thick. Long. I shivered at the idea of being impaled again.

  Isaac grinned down at me. “You turn me on.” Instead of coming to me, he lay down in the middle of the bed and tucked his hands behind his head. “Have at me,” he said, his saucy grin all the dare I needed.

  I clambered over his reclining body until my knees were either side of his thighs. My busy hands stroked his cock and fondled his balls. They were hard and drawn up tight. I licked my lips and looked up at the tiny sound he made. In that moment I decided to really put the past behind me. I’d wring every bit of enjoyment out of the next two weeks. Not every forty-year-old got to have hot sex with a babe like Isaac. I should make the most of it.

  He reached out to stroke his fingers across one breast. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Thanks.” When he looked at me through his sleepy brown eyes, I felt beautiful. I bent my head and licked across his belly. The taut skin quivered beneath my ministrations. I worked my way down his groin, his straining cock rubbing against my cheek. I blew lightly across his balls. His hips bucked. Then, suddenly impatient, I moved. I raised my hips and impaled myself on his erection by tiny increments, enjoying the potent male heat as he stretched me. When I was finally fully seated, we both sighed.

  I flexed my sheath, squeezing my inner muscles around his cock. It felt damned good so I did it again. My pulse jumped, and Isaac’s hips jerked. I lifted, slowly riding him, tilting my hips and experimenting with rhythm. My release was sudden and took me by surprise, roaring through me like a train passing straight through the station. I stilled. Isaac patted my thigh and flipped me over so my body was beneath his larger frame. Then, he thrust, entering me in quick choppy strokes, taking him to his release.

  He rolled me back over, and I nestled against his sweaty chest, replete and sleepy.

  “Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll wake you later.”

  I was vaguely aware of him flipping off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

  I woke to find him kissing me intimately, his head between my legs, his tongue stroking across my clit. He lifted me up to his mouth, lapping. Sucking. Nibbling. The man was so talented. I lay back and enjoyed the waves of pleasure building to a peak. This time was slower but no less intense as he dipped and delved and finger fucked me into release.

  “Incredible,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.

  “You’re awake.”

  “Barely.”

  “Never mind.” His laugh was dark and wicked. “I’m quite happy to do all the work.” That said, he flipped me over onto my stomach. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then he returned and covered me from behind. His cock slid home, and he teased me into another awesome orgasm that left me limp as a spaghetti noodle and very satisfied.

  I’d thought the next morning might be uncomfortable. It wasn’t. Isaac shook me awake, had another condom on and was inside m
e before I could pry my eyes open. My muscles protested the vigorous awakening and my pussy was a little tender, but a few kisses and seductive pulls on my nipples, a little stimulation of my clitoris, and I was his for the taking.

  Later, after a shower, we sat out on the balcony, enjoying the mid-morning sun. I’d borrowed one of Isaac’s shirts while he wore a pair of shorts and nothing else. We lingered over coffee, scrambled eggs and toast, and shared the paper. The best way to spend a lazy Sunday morning.

  “Move in with me,” Isaac said without warning. “I need to check in at work every morning, but we can spend the afternoons and most nights together before you have to go home. What do you say?”

  My head shot up, his question distracting me from the feature story about a drugs case being tried in Indonesia. “Yes.” Joy burst through me. Easy decision. Why wouldn’t I want to spend the rest of my holiday getting laid and having fun with Isaac?

  “Great.” Isaac reached across the balcony table to take my hand, his broad smile holding something that looked like relief. “Want to come to the restaurant with me this morning, then we can drive into the Hinterland or down the coast to Byron Bay?”

  “I’m in your hands.” I squeezed the hand that held mine and waggled my brows in a flirtatious manner. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

  “Saucy minx.” Isaac checked his watch and stood.

  My gaze wandered his chest, halting on a faint red mark on a pectoral muscle. My mark, I thought with a trace of smugness.

  My man.

  A breath stalled halfway up my throat, and the blockage caused an ache in my chest. I wondered where the possessiveness had come from. We’d slept together, and he’d asked me to stay with him until it was time to go home. I tried to dismiss our relationship as a holiday romance, but my heart told me it was more.

  I wanted it to be more.

  I scanned his gorgeous visage while he collected the dirty dishes. How could I feel so strongly about Isaac when we’d only spent one night together? I glanced down at my bunched hands, my heart knocking against my ribs. It was a wonder Isaac didn’t hear the racket. I thought about him and puzzled about my feelings before I finally admitted the truth. To myself at any rate.

  I’d started falling for Isaac when he’d been going out with Susan. That’s why I’d been so angry and snappy with my daughter after they’d broken off their relationship. It had been a combination of jealousy and irritation because Susan had Isaac, and I hadn’t.

  Falling in love implied the possibility of a future. That couldn’t happen. For a start, we lived in different countries. Isaac had his restaurant here on the Gold Coast while I lived in Auckland, New Zealand. We had the Tasman Sea between us, which was about the best contraception a relationship could have.

  “Hey, why the glum face?” Isaac dropped into the chair opposite me, concern in his brown eyes. “You’re not regretting last night?”

  “No way,” I said with easy conviction. To my relief, the worry faded from his expression. “I was wondering what to tell Pop and Uncle James. I think I’ll go with the truth.”

  “And what would that be?”

  A grin bloomed. “That I’m moving in with you for some hot sex.”

  * * * * *

  Isaac offered to drop me off on the way to his restaurant so I could pack my bag and talk to Pop and Uncle James, but in the end I grabbed a cab. I let myself into our holiday apartment and found Pop making a cup of tea.

  “There you are,” Pop said. “Have a good night?”

  “Of course she had a good night,” Uncle James said, popping from the bedroom like the proverbial jack-in-the-box. “She’s only just arrived home.”

  They both eyed me up and down as if looking for clues. Exhibit one. Luckily, the love bites on my breasts were covered under the layer of clothes I’d borrowed from Isaac.

  “I…um…I’m going to move in with Isaac for the rest of our holiday,” I blurted. I shifted from foot to foot, feeling unaccountably nervous about their reactions. A definite regression in age.

  Pop grinned. “Good for you. About time you joined the land of the living.”

  “Looks like young Isaac has grabbed himself a granny,” Uncle James said.

  His words were a kick to my gut. They hurt, dammit.

  “James,” my father growled.

  My feel-good mood seeped away. I sighed at the intrusion of reality. “It’s all right. He’s only saying what other people will be thinking.”

  “I’m teasing,” Uncle James said, abashed. “Sorry, Sophie. Bad joke. I meant what I said last night. You don’t look your age. Isaac is damned lucky to have you. Go and enjoy the rest of your holiday.”

  Pop grabbed me in a bear hug. “Have fun, Sophie,” he murmured against my hair.

  And just like that, happiness bubbled through me. For the first time in years, I was doing something for myself.

  I tossed my clothes and toiletries into my bag and stayed to have a cup of tea with Pop and Uncle James before grabbing a cab to Isaac’s restaurant.

  Isaac was doing a stocktake in the bar when I arrived. He scowled at the level of a vodka bottle while the rest of his staff set tables for the lunch rush and served the lingering breakfast crowd.

  “Do you have a secret drinker working for you?” I asked as a dropped my suitcase on the floor beside the bar.

  The scowl erased from his face like magic. “You’re here.” Two steps was all it took for him to close the distance between us. Heedless of the interested audience of employees, he kissed me as if he hadn’t seen me for a month. It was a happy-you’re-here kind of kiss underlined with the familiarity of lovers. I hung on greedily and milked the kiss for all I was worth, but at the back of my mind I realized Isaac had a few insecurities of his own. He hadn’t been sure enough of me to confidently accept I’d return or keep my word. When we pulled apart, I heard, or didn’t hear, the hush in the restaurant.

  Then Isaac’s barman spoke. “Just as well you’re having the rest of the day off, boss. It’s so hot in here, I don’t think the air conditioner could keep up.” The tall, skinny man fanned his face.

  Isaac laughed easily, and I took his cue. “I missed Sophie. Besides, I’m the boss. I’m allowed. I’ll have my cell phone with me if you need anything.”

  The barman nodded and moved along the bar to fill an order.

  “Come on, Sophie.” Isaac tucked his arm around my waist and picked up my case with his other hand. I smiled wryly. I wasn’t going to get free anytime soon, given the grip he had on my arm, but I was fine with that. “I liked you better in the T-shirt and shorts I lent you to wear back to your holiday apartment this morning,” he said when we headed for his car. He swung my suitcase into the back.

  “You wouldn’t have been so impressed when the makeshift belt gave way and your shorts ended up around my knees. The cabbie thought it was hysterical.”

  Isaac smirked. “Bet you moved fast.”

  “You could say that.”

  “Would you like to go swimming?”

  I nodded. Any time spent with Isaac was a jewel to treasure. “Sounds great. Are we stopping at your apartment first?”

  “I thought we’d drop off your gear.”

  That day set the tone for the rest of my holiday. Lots of laughter, a little quiet time while Isaac took care of business and some great sex. Stupendous sex. Sex so hot that I thought I’d combust from the inside out. The only problem was that the day of departure was looming fast, and I didn’t want to go home.

  Chapter Four

  I rode Isaac’s cock slowly, stringing out release for both of us. A sense of bitter sweetness filled me. Isaac too, I think, since our lovemaking had held an edge of desperation during the past few days.

  Increasing the pace, I angled my hips so each slide hit my sweet spot. I watched his face closely, taking in the stubble that lined his jaw. His eyes opened, and our gazes connected. I swear my heart went kaboom. With each passing day, with each touch and smile, the connection I felt fo
r Isaac strengthened. I shied away from the obvious—that what I felt was love. It was too damned scary and difficult.

  “This is the best way to wake up in the morning,” I said.

  His grin lit up his face. He stroked his hands down my hips, then delved between my folds, dipping his fingers in my juices before skating them across my clitoris. His touch was enough to send my climax crashing over me. Isaac fastened his hands on my hips again and thrust upward, hard and with raw need etched on his face. A guttural sound came from deep in his chest. He thrust again with urgent hunger. Once. Twice, before he spilled his seed in hard, strong pulses. His release triggered another series of mini explosions in my channel. God, I don’t know how he managed to push me so high, but I wasn’t about to complain.

  I collapsed against his sweaty chest, and his arms wrapped around me. Gradually, our heartbeats slowed.

  “Sophie, I want you to stay here in Australia with me.”

  I levered away from his chest to gauge his expression. Sincere. Maybe a hint of uncertainty. Not a suggestion of humor. He was deathly serious and nervous about my reaction.

  “You want me to move in here?” I wanted to say yes so badly, but I also needed more reassurance. “With you? Permanently?”

  “I love you, Sophie.”

  I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of the words. A lump of emotion clogged my throat, and I had to swallow before I could reply. I opened my eyes, a haze of tears shrouding my sight. “I love you too,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.”

  * * * * *

  Pop and Uncle James didn’t turn a hair at my announcement. They agreed to keep an eye on my house until Isaac and I had a chance to return to New Zealand to sort out loose ends.

  I slotted into Isaac’s life so easily it was as if my staying was destiny. A part time office job opened up at a real estate agent’s office with the chance of increased hours in the future. I worked there during the morning and helped Isaac with his bookwork or did waitress duty if he needed a spare. I loved it. And I loved him.

  I ran my hand across Isaac’s naked back and pressed tiny kisses, tantalizingly brief across his collarbone. Isaac sucked on one breast, his cock pressing at the intimate juncture of my thighs. His hands dropped to cup my buttocks, lifting me in preparation for one seamless thrust.