by Sadie Grey
“Don’t stop,” she moaned breathlessly. “Don’t ever stop.”
I sped up the tempo of my stroking. Her arms clutched me tightly, almost painfully. I felt all of her muscles tighten up as the pleasure built up inside her. A series of short, high-pitched moans erupted from her with every movement of my hand.
Then she came.
Her jaw clenched so hard I thought it would break and her entire body trembled. Her moans turned into a wail that I was sure could be heard clear across the lake. Then she gushed against my hand.
It was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced, making her come like that.
I held her tightly in my arms as the pleasure coursed through her body. As her trembling began to subside, she seemed to melt against me, thrilled and satisfied.
She nibbled on my ear and whispered to me in a low, sexy voice. “Now it’s your turn.”
She reached down and found my hard throbbing prick. Her hand stroked me through my swim trunks, tracing up the line of my hard shaft. I quickly pulled my swim suit down my hips to free my almost painful erection.
She wrapped her fist around my cock and pumped up and down. I groaned at the feeling of it. All of my pent up sexual desire had gathered in my sensitive shaft, and the feel of her touching me was like finally being able to breathe.
Every doubt and fear about what we were doing was gone. All that mattered was the intensity of the passion raging between us and how good she made me feel.
I closed my eyes and buried my head in her breasts.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she said. “I want you to come for me. Come for me, Edward.”
The sound of her voice and the things she was saying to me were like an intoxicating drug. It stoked my desire to insane heights of arousal. I needed release and I needed it soon.
“Come for me,” she said again.
I felt myself slipping over the edge. My muscles clenched and my hips jerked against her hand, and then I came hard.
I groaned as I did it. Pleasure and relief washed over me with each delicious spasm. I never thought it was possible to feel that good.
As the fog of desire receded from my brain, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to my chest. She curled up against me.
“Whoa,” she said.
I knew exactly what she meant.
“What now?” she asked.
That was the billionaire dollar question.
What now?
***
We cleaned up and I made us a couple of drinks in the kitchen.
Rachel seemed quiet and introspective as she sat at the table. She swirled the amber liquor in her glass but didn’t drink it.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Tell me about your fiancee.”
“Ahh, her name is Ruth. She comes from old money. Very prim and proper. Kind of cold.”
“The way you talk about her, it’s like you hate her.”
I sat down across from Rachel. “No, I don’t hate her. It’s just…”
“You don’t love her,” Rachel finished for me.
“No, I don’t think I do. I mean, I like her. I respect her. But it’s certainly not love.”
Rachel glared at me from across the table. “Then why are you marrying her? Is it for the money?”
I was taken aback. She really had no idea who I was. It was a refreshing feeling to be with someone who didn’t have all these preconceived notions about who I was or how they should treat me. It made me appreciate the attraction simmering between us all the more.
“Trust me,” I said. “It’s not about the money.”
“Then I don’t understand. You’re a sexy man. You’re kind and sweet. Why couldn’t you find someone you love to settle down with?”
“Someone like you?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re saying you love me? That’s ridiculous. We just met.”
I grinned. “I’m not saying it’s love, but I’m definitely feeling something I’ve never felt before.”
“And you think it could be love?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never been in love before. I never really believed in it before.”
“What, you’re saying you believe in it now?” she asked.
“Would that be so crazy?”
“Yes,” she said flatly. “I’m not the kind of girl who teaches a man how to love. I’m the kind of girl who rolls into a guy’s life like a hurricane. I’m wild and wet and then I disappear, leaving a path of destruction in my wake.”
“No.”
“I’m the kind of girl who breaks up a wedding engagement,” she said, tears forming in her eyes.
“Hey, come on,” I said, getting up from the table and taking her in my arms. “Is that what you think, that you ruined my engagement?”
“Well didn’t I?” she said, looking miserable.
“Look, if I break it off with Ruth, it’ll be because marrying her is the wrong thing to do. I came out here to figure out what to do about her in the first place. It’s hard to explain, but it’s more of a business deal than it is a marriage. I thought I was okay with trading love and passion for stability and security, but now I’m not so sure.”
“So you still might marry her?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t really had time to think. I came out here looking for answers, and then there was you.”
I hugged her close, nestling her head against my chest.
“Then there was me,” she said. “And who the hell am I?”
I placed a finger under her chin and raised her head so that our eyes met.
“You’re the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met.”
“You don’t even know me. We’re basically strangers.”
“Everybody is a stranger until you get to know them. I’d very much like to get to know you.”
“Do you mean it?”
“With all my heart.”
The raw desperation in her eyes was impossible to ignore. No woman had ever looked at me like that in my entire life. No woman had ever needed me as much as Rachel seemed to need me.
The simple fact was that I needed her, too. I needed to be with a woman who loved me and who wanted me. More importantly, I loved her and wanted her, too. I couldn’t fight it any longer. I kissed her.
The meeting of our lips was electric. It sent a thrill through me so powerful that I actually began to tremble.
My hands found her breasts and I caressed her. She moaned into my mouth, and the sound took my breath away. Wrong or right didn’t matter at that moment. All that mattered was the two of us in our private corner of the world, connected in the most intimate way that a man and a woman can be connected.
We moved into the bedroom and fell back onto the bed next to each other, still joined at the lips. My tongue probed into her mouth while my hands explored her body. Her own hands trailed along my chest and arms, igniting lines of delicious fire wherever she touched me.
She pushed me down on the bed so I was lying on my back. Then she straddled my hips, grinding her ass against my stiffening erection.
I sat up and kissed her hard and deep. She reached down beneath her and undid my jeans. She peeled them down my legs, followed by my boxers so that my throbbing prick was exposed. Her hands ran along the length of me and I groaned.
She pushed me back down again and slid her body down mine. The feel of her sliding over my sensitive prick made me shiver with excitement.
She came to a stop with her head hovering just above my cock. Her tongue licked at my thick shaft, running down one side of it and then trailing up the other side before she swirled it around the tip.
Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue traced lingering circles around the ridges of my shaft. All I could do was moan in response. It felt better than amazing. I was in heaven.
She worked her mouth up and down on me, stroking me. I watched her as she pleasured me, getting even more turned on just by the sight of my prick plunging between her ripe red lips.
Her hand gripped the base of my shaft and stroked it while her mouth worked up and down. The feeling of it was too much for me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. But I didn’t want to hold back. Not anymore.
Everything inside me tightened up as pleasure overtook me. I jerked my hips up, burying myself in her mouth and I came hard.
She sucked on my cock as I came, milking my pleasure from me. I cried out at the feeling of it.
When my cock stopped twitching, she let it slip from her mouth and then she looked up at me watching her. She swallowed hard, and another wild wave of desire washed over me at the sight of this gorgeous woman doing something so dirty.
I sat up and kissed her, tasting my own juices on her lips. Then I pushed her down on the bed and positioned myself between her spread legs.
I looked down at her sex, savoring the vision of her beauty. I wanted so badly to be inside her, but I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me feel first.
I leaned down and planted kisses along her thighs, slowly working my way up her sensitive flesh. She started breathing heavily and moaning as I got closer to the glistening slit between her legs. I licked and kissed the area just around her gorgeous pussy, letting the anticipation build up until she could barely stand it anymore.
When I finally traced my tongue lightly between her lips, she cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh my god, yes,” she said breathlessly.
I parted her lips gently with my tongue and tasted her. She was wet and ready and oh so sexy. I let out a low groan and the vibrations made her squirm.
My tongue found the hard bud of her clit and circled it gently, like a lover’s kiss. She moaned and her thighs clenched around my head. I kept working her clit and slid a thick finger inside her soaked tunnel.
The effect was immediate. She gasped and arched her back. Her hips pushed into my face and hand, desperate for more attention. I gave it to her.
I sped up the rhythm of my finger inside her and applied more pressure to her aching clit. Her body bucked beneath me as I worked her into a frenzy.
“Oh shit,” she cried out. “I think I’m gonna—”
Her words were cut off by a loud, wailing moan and her entire body tensed up and shook. She gushed her orgasm into my mouth and I lapped it up greedily.
As she was coming down from her climax, she gripped my head in her hands and pulled me up to face her.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me. Right now.”
My cock was throbbing and ready to go after the beautiful performance she’d just put on. I knelt between her legs and lined up my stiff prick with her slick entrance. I gripped my shaft in my hand and rubbed my head along her lips, parting them slightly.
She twisted with desire on the bed.
“Do it, Edward. Please. I need you.”
I thrust into her and her face twisted up with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I felt her tense up around my shaft.
When she relaxed, I plunged my cock into her all the way. She let out a low, sexy moan. It made me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.
I began to work my shaft inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet and it gripped my length deliciously. My hips pumped faster, and each time I plunged into her, she let out a short, passionate moan.
I leaned down and kissed her while I made love to her. The connection between us was like a live wire, white hot and all consuming. She gripped my wrists on either side of her, and her nails dug into my flesh. I could feel her getting close.
I was getting close as well. I did my best to hold back until I felt her pussy tightening up around me.
She cried out as she came. Her pussy clenched around my cock and I couldn’t control myself any longer. I buried my cock balls deep within her and shot my fertile seed inside her.
I pulled out of her and lay next to her. Both of us were panting and sweaty and trying to catch our breath. I slid my arm underneath her and pulled her close. She laid her head on my chest and ran her fingers lazily along my sweaty skin.
“I love you, Rachel.”
I was sure of it. Even though we’d just met, even though I barely knew her, I knew that I loved her.
“I love you, too,” she said. “I love you so much.”
Hearing her say it back was utterly satisfying. More satisfying than the sex we’d just had.
“Do you think we can make this work?” she asked. “I mean, you are engaged, after all.”
“I’m calling the whole thing off. It was a bad idea anyway. All I want is you.”
She climbed on top of me and kissed me. We made love, again and again, until our bodies were exhausted and we fell into a deep, delightful sleep.
When I awoke, Rachel was gone.
I looked for her everywhere, but there was no sign of her. I waited at the cabin for the rest of the week, desperately willing her to return.
But she never did.
***
A month later, I was sitting in the cockpit of my private helicopter, flying just above the lush green forests of southern Maine.
A thin, mechanical voice chattered through my headset.
“Target confirmed. Prepare for landing.”
The chopper hovered above an out of the way country diner located along a secluded road. A handful of cars occupied the dusty parking lot, providing us with just enough room to land.
The surrounding treetops whipped around in a frenzy as we descended, and a small group of people poured out of the diner to see what all the commotion was.
We settled to the pavement with a gentle thump. The pilot turned off the engines and gave me the okay sign when it was safe to exit.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I leaped out of the aircraft. Gone were the rustic country clothes. I was wearing my best tailored suit. It was a special occasion after all.
I saw her then. Her confused smile beamed at me like a lighthouse beacon calling me home.
Rachel ran over to me. Before she could say anything, I scooped her into my arms for a long overdue kiss. After a month of fantasizing about this exact moment, it was without a doubt the best kiss of my entire life.
Our lips parted, leaving me breathless and swelling with joy.
“Sorry,” I said. “I’ve waited a long time for that.”
“Edward, how did you find me?”
“Well, it was a bit of a challenge, considering I didn’t know your last name. But you’d be surprised what unlimited wealth and time can accomplish. I hired a fleet of private investigators to scour the state for you. You look radiant by the way.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking dazed.
“I need to ask you something. Why did you leave?”
She looked down at her feet. “I’m no good for you. I was just complicating your life and messing everything up.”
“It was just the opposite. You didn’t mess up my life, you saved me. I was about to make a huge mistake until you slapped some sense into me. Or punched some sense into me, I should say.”
She laughed but then her face turned serious. “So you did all this, you rented a helicopter and a team of private eyes, for what? Just to ask me that question?”
“No, I did this to tell you I love you. I want to be with you. And I would move heaven and earth to make that happen.”
“I love you, too, Edward. Don’t get me wrong. This is amazing, but you didn’t have to do all this. It’s too much.”
“Well, I have a bit of a secret. I’m ridiculously rich. Like I could buy a small country rich. That’s my helicopter. See, my name is on the side.”
She glanced at the helicopter and then back into my eyes. “There’s no way this is real. I’m dreaming right?”
“Just you wait. I have so much more to show you, that is, if you’ll come away with me. Say yes. Say you’ll come with me.”
She nodded. “Yes, of course. A million times yes.”
“Fantastic. Does this place have champagne? We need something
to celebrate with.”
Rachel put her hand on my arm. “Wait. I have something to tell you. I have a secret, too.” She leaned up and whispered into my ear. “I’m pregnant.”
She pulled away from me and looked at me with unsure eyes, as if she was worried about my reaction.