The Retreat

by Jojo Brown

  He manoeuvred her back a couple of steps, until her legs came in contact with the softness of the chaise. Lexie’s knees buckled, with very little pressure and she went down onto the seat. Amante balanced her, slowed her lowering process and came down on top of her. His mouth never once broke contact with hers.

  He lowered her onto the length of the luxurious seat and finally drew his mouth from hers. She looked into his hooded eyes and found the same lustful want there that she felt burning in her.

  Without a word and without lowering his eyes, he deftly undid the tie that held the waist of her toga closed. As the softness slithered over her breasts, a shiver of anticipation ran through her. She wanted to feel his hands, his mouth and every other part of him all over her.

  “I feel as though I have waited an eternity to find you.”

  His breath breezed over her skin as he spoke softly and lowered his lips to her neck. He nuzzled, kissed and gently sucked. Lexie’s eyes drifted closed as the pulses of heat filled her.

  She slid her hands down his back, pressed the loose material aside and felt the muscles once again bunch and flex under her touch. Amante was so solid, so warm, so much like…

  Her eyes flew open. With one hand on each shoulder, she pushed him away until she could see his face.

  “What is it?”

  The sudden tension left her body as she felt the smile fill her face. “I just wanted to make sure you were really here.”

  “Oh, I’m here sweetheart. One hundred percent here and all yours.”

  As if that shifted him into a higher gear, Amante rose to kneel over her and tore his toga free. The quick glimpse she had of his naked form was magnificent. Before the soft material finished whispering to the marble floor, he’d lowered onto her again.

  His mouth captured one nipple, to twirl the hard, puckered nub and pull on it with over-heated need. Tiny, hot sparks shot through Lexie from that point of contact directly to her pussy — completely bypassing her brain and any thoughts of what changes the next few minutes could bring about in her life.

  His mouth travelled down her, leaving a moist trail from her breast to the neatly trimmed dark hairs between her legs. He pressed her legs wider until she had one foot on the floor on either side of the narrow bed of the chaise. With his hands under her ass, he lifted her, fully exposing her wet pussy.

  He hesitated and looked up into her eyes. “Close your eyes and let me take you to places you never thought you could achieve.”

  The warmth of his whispered words spread over her clit and swollen lips as her eyes drifted closed. The tip of his tongue flicked and teased over the hard nub. Lexie jumped and twitched at the feel of the light touch. She was more than ready. She wanted to feel his mouth devouring her.

  He closed on her like a ravenous animal. Every nerve ending in her pussy exploded at once. He sucked — gently at first—he licked and pressed with the flat of his tongue. He forced his tongue into her as the first jarring spasms tore through her. Never had an orgasm shook her that deeply. She had no control over him or her own reactions to him and she loved it.

  When he crawled up to cover her body with his, he lowered his mouth and his hips at the same time. The softness of his tongue filled her mouth as the steel-like solidity of his cock forced its way into her tunnel. With the first, deep thrust she felt the tightening and screamed around his tongue. Her body shook through spasms harder than she had ever known — the convulsion thrust her hips up, opening more of her to him. He was bigger and harder than any man she had ever experienced. He was precisely like she had dreamed a lover could be.

  He knew exactly where to touch her and how to manipulate her body to bring her the greatest joy. Before she actually knew that she was thinking it, he pulled out and spun her into her favourite position. She had always loved the feel of a man taking her from behind.

  Lexie’s eyes glazed as the passion overtook her. Amante held her hips in his large, amazingly strong hands, as he drove into her. He was masterful — powerful — so in control of every movement, she gave herself over to him, as she never had anyone before.

  Through the haze, she was sure — just for a moment — that she saw a wavering form near the rear door of the studio. Someone stood there and watched them. She did not give a shit. The violent spasms of yet another mind-blowing orgasm rocketed through her, slamming her eyes shut.

  * * * *

  Dax stood in the shadows with his hand inside the softness of his toga. The massive rigidity of his cock, forced the material to billow out like a tangled parachute. He had watched them from the moment they walked in. He knew they would be there and what they would be up to. He was an invited audience of one.

  When Amante had speared Lexie’s hot, wet pussy, she hadn’t seemed to notice that his eyes were not as focussed on her as his cock was. She didn’t see him glance to the shadows. She didn’t know that he had found Dax’s eyes and held his gaze. Amante’s expression of overwhelming lust had quickly shifted to one of complete love before his wonderfully glistening eyes lowered.

  Dax moved the shielding material aside and exposed his throbbing cock to his lover. As he closed his fist around the throbbing shaft, he heard Amante's deep, grumbling moan. With swifter movements than Dax would have thought possible or safe — Amante positioned Lexie on her hands and knees. Grasping her hips, he’d rammed every inch of his thick cock into her, forcing a startled and yet happy scream from her lips. The beautiful woman relaxed and writhed under him. Her spine undulated like a snake as she met him thrust for thrust. Her dripping pussy swallowed everything he had to offer.

  Dax knew that Amante was filling her to perfection. His cock slid through their combined juices and pressed on her hidden g-spot shooting her to higher levels of release than anyone ever had. He knew that her pussy would explode around that solid shaft numerous times before the night was done and that it would be a fuck that she would remember for the rest of her life. He knew all of that, because that was how it was meant to be at The Retreat — every wish fulfilled. The guests always had to be pleased.

  Dax was certain Lexie had seen him there jerking off, just before her eyes lost all focus and she lowered her face to the softness of the cushion on the chaise.

  Not once did she try to turn from her position and look back at the man who was driving her to those glorious heights. Thank the stars for that. If she had glanced back, even for the briefest of moments, it may very well have ruined everything. The vision that Dax gloried in was so unbelievably amazing, there was no way Lexie would be able to understand or accept it.

  Amante’s powerful legs pressed against the insides of her softer ones, where they knelt on the chaise. His masculine, firm ass flexed and relaxed with the speed and force of his thrusts as his cock filled Lexie to the hilt and pulled back, nearly exposing the bulbous head, with each stroke. His large manly hands held her soft hips — his fingers dug in to her sides and ass and kept her rhythm matching his.

  Every part of him that came into contact with her remained rock solid and very, very masculine.

  Just above the wiry hairs that surrounded the base of his cock, it started. Like trying to see a reflection on the surface of a rippling stream, Amante wavered. He faded in and out of focus, before settling and catching Dax’s gaze again.

  Dante’s face was flushed with the force it took for her to hold the half-transformation and the lust that was surging through her. Her hair clung to her beautiful, heart-shaped face in damp curls. Her breasts bounced freely on her chest as she continued to pound Amante’s cock into Lexie.

  Dax fought the enormous urge to run to her, pull her free of Lexie and bury his cock in her own sweet pussy. He knew the spell must not be broken — he could not do anything to interfere with the wishes as they played out. His demotion to being a mere greeter was the final step before being sent back and completely shunned. If he wanted to be able to steal the few moments he could with Dante he had to stay where he was — in the shadows.

  She spok
e — to him — but it was Amante’s voice that came out between those perfect pink lips. “I love you. I want to feel you explode deep inside me. Don’t do anything to spoil what we have.”

  Luckily, Lexie was too busy racing through the throes of another orgasm to hear him/her.

  Dax’s fist slammed along the length of his shaft as he watched her. He knew that neither of them was far from explosion. The proof of this was all too clear.

  Lowering his gaze, Dax saw the sparks. Clustered in a bright array where the dark curls had been, he saw the tiny blue pinpoints racing and firing wildly. He could almost see the light through Lexie and knew that the heat inside her must be intense. By now Amante’s cock would be nothing more than a shaft of blue living light. At that concentration the heat always rose. As his moans grew louder, the sparks sped up even more, clustered together tighter, until they appeared white.

  Dax emptied his load onto the floor in five powerful blasts — the first crossing half the distance between he and Dante to slide on the glossy marble. At the same time Lexie felt Amante’s sac emptying into her with such violent spurts she feared for a moment that he might tear her in two. The heat and the power coming from him sent her reeling through another set of orgasmic spasms.

  Lexie collapsed onto the lounge and fought to get her breath back. Soon she felt Amante’s weight on her back. He was breathing just as hard as she was. They stayed still until the life-sustaining oxygen was finally able to fill their lungs. When he finally stirred, Lexie turned over on the chaise. He looked at her with such dreamy eyes, she was sure he had enjoyed their coupling just as much as she had.

  Even though she would have loved to go for another round, it was clear from the heavy coat of sweat on him that he needed some time to recover. So, rather than curl her fingers around his cock where it rested on her thigh and stroke it back to life, she smiled up at him. “I thought you said something about a painting?”

  He jumped to his feet, completely unashamed of his nakedness and held out a hand to her. With the finesse of a master, he soon had her posed, as he wanted her.

  Her toga became a swath of soft material to float around her body, covering everything but not hiding the fact that she was naked. He stood at the easel, behind and slightly to the side of her. She could hear the scraping of charcoal on canvas and tried to relax but hold the pose.

  “If you're not going to breathe we are going to call it quits. I don’t want you passing out on me, at least not from holding yourself so stiff.”

  Lexie hadn’t even realized she was holding her breath until then. His silly — and somewhat arousing — comment made her relax and giggle softly. Time flew as she sat there. The tops of her thighs were moist and sticky from their lovemaking and she knew that the thin material would stick when she stood up. She simply didn’t care and knew that Amante wouldn’t either.

  Before it seemed as though enough time to even draw a stick figure had passed, he gently stroked both of her shoulders. With his mouth lowered to her neck, he stood bent over behind her and whispered across her skin. “I don’t want to tire you out. I think we should get dressed and I will return you to your quarters.”

  Chapter Eleven

  With one hand on the door to her room, Lexie turned to look at Amante. “Do you have to be anywhere important, right now?”

  “No where more important than right here. Why do you ask?”

  A momentary embarrassment flashed through her like a blinding lightening strike — gone as quickly as it came. “I really don’t want this evening to end. I had hoped we could enjoy a warm cleansing bath together.”

  Amante slid the key card from her fingers and pressed it to the door. As it opened he ushered her in with one warm hand against her spine. Neither of them spoke as they walked together to the side of the tub. Nor were words exchanged as it filled and steamed. They didn’t need to — they said everything necessary with their eyes and the touch of their fingers as they undressed each other.

  The two togas lay in a pile on the floor as they lowered into the blue water as one.

  Lexie ran her hands down his firm chest and abdomen, revelling in the way he felt. His warmth and solidity amazed her. The fact that he was here with her, making all of her lust-filled dreams come true astonished her; the size of his cock astounded her. How she had been able to accommodate him was beyond her comprehension — but she had and it was wonderful. As she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, she saw that her fingers did not meet. The old saying — more than a handful is a waste came to mind and she laughed softly, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was not at all true. The feel of him stiffening in her grasp, turned her innards to jelly. All she could think about was the way it felt to have him deep inside her and how much she wanted him there again. This time though, she wanted to be able to look in his eyes as he pushed her beyond the realm of reality. She wanted him to see the glassy expression of pure animalistic pleasure on her face.

  His large hands massaged her breasts, pinched and twisted her hard nipples in fantastic torture. Her breath came in short gasps. Every touch was perfect — he knew exactly how to draw the deepest spine jarring shudders from her.

  His hands closed on her ass and he lifted her onto his lap. As the mass of his cock forced its way into her, the water around them turned into millions of blue sparks, dancing around them — slicing across their skin leaving trails of electricity. As their hips ground against each other, the heat built, the speed of their thrusting grew, the volume of their moans of delight increased and the sparks raced faster. When Lexie’s orgasm exploded out of her on a gasped scream, the sparks exploded from the tub. They raced around the two of them in a wild cyclone of cold heat.

  In years to come Lexie would remember that strange feeling — the heat of Amante’s body pressed against and in her mixed with the near-icy pinpricks of those blue sparks.

  As, yet another orgasm raged through her, Lexie threw her head back and almost howled her pleasure. Amante drove deeper and faster, his fingers dug into her shoulders slamming her down onto his cock with unimaginable force. Through their joined gasps, she heard his voice. “Look at me Lexie. Don’t hide your eyes from me. I want to see how I fill your heart as my cum fills your cunt.”

  She’d always thought that word dirty and unnecessary — until then. It was right; it was the perfect word for how she was feeling right then.

  As his sac emptied into her, just as violently as in the studio, she forced herself to keep her eyes open. She saw the expression on his face — the moment of strain followed closely with one of complete relief and knew that her expression must be very similar.

  She also saw that at the precise moment that the first punishing jet erupted within her, the sparks exploded away from them. They danced around the room in a blur and then they were gone.

  His sac finally emptied, Lexie watched as Amante’s eyes fluttered shut. The small smile that played across his lips told her more about his pleasure than a thousand words could have.

  With a strength that she could not believe, he stood with her still impaled on his slowly softening rod. When he had found his footing, he lifted her by the hips, slowly, easing his cock from her and turned her in his arms to cradle her as a child. His mouth covered hers as he carried her to the edge of the bed and lowered her to its softness.

  The thought that being able to fall asleep cuddled into him would be too much to wish for, flitted through her mind moments before he slid between the sheets with her.

  Held protectively in his embrace, Lexie drifted into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  The rising of the morning sun saw Lexie startled awake. She was alone in the big bed and felt a sudden sadness fill her heart and mind. She wondered if it had been Amante’s sneaking departure that had ended her sleep. It didn’t take long to determine what it had been that had woken her. There was a great deal of commotion in the hall right outside her door.

  Dante burst in, without any ceremony or apo
logy. She rushed to the bedside and threw back the blankets. “You must rise.”

  She was clearly distracted — not at all her regular attentive self. Before Lexie could focus enough to sit and place her feet on the floor, Dante had already slipped her daytime slippers on and was holding out a remarkable gold trimmed toga. Lexie had never seen that particular garment before and was amazed at its beauty. She stood and ran gentle fingers along the fine embroidery. “This is beautiful, Dante. Are you sure…”

  “We don’t have time for you to be amazed, or to examine anything too closely right now. We must hurry.”

  Shocked at the other woman’s abruptness, Lexie grew quiet and stood looking at her as if she were a stranger. Dante stopped suddenly in her efforts to dress Lexie and looked at her expression. With a heavy sigh, she let her arms drop to her sides and lowered her face. “I am sorry, you should have been prepared before now, I suppose. But it really is not my fault, at least not entirely. He arrived early — I thought I would have more time and I did not want to take you away from your enjoyment.”

  Lexie finished dressing herself and held Dante by the shoulders. “Slow down, Dante. Who is here? What did I need to be prepared for?”

  “I wish I could take the time to sit and quietly explain it all to you, but we really must go. They are waiting. You may brush your hair out, but don’t apply any make up, scent or deodorant. You have but a minute left and then we will escort you to his hall.”

  Lexie knew she would get no more information from Dante, so she simply pulled a brush through her flowing locks quickly and turned to let her know she was ready to go.

  Dante opened the door and ushered her out. Ten women in togas that matched Dante’s were waiting for them in the hall. They surrounded Lexie and with Dante leading the way, they swept her along unfamiliar hallways, to stop at a huge ornately carved door.