He pulled her dress up. Lord, her little bottom was as fine as he'd imagined. Flipping her around and in a voice he barely recognized as his own, he said, “You know, your skin is so soft, it feels like silk beneath my fingertips."
His hands cupped her buttocks, and heat roared through Shelly's blood. Resting her head back against his chest while his lips kissed her neck, she looked out across the black expanse of the ocean. As she did so, she wondered if anyone was perhaps watching their lovemaking from the shadows. The thought, dirty as it was heated her from head to toe.
"You want me to fuck you just as badly as I want to bury my cock to the hilt in your cunt. I can feel it whenever I touch you, lady,” he growled against her ear.
Shelly nodded, moaned and pushed her buttocks against the swollen tip of his erection.
Guy smacked her bottom, sending warm shivers racing across her skin. “Part your legs for me, darling."
Shelly whimpered, her need almost consuming her, and did what he asked. His hand slipped beneath her white thong and laced through the damp curls between her legs. Capturing her thong between his forefinger and thumb, he pulled it down to her knees, then thrust his middle finger into her pussy. She was wet, and his cock ejaculated a little on the smattering of dark hair covering his flat stomach at the feel of her, so hot and ready.
"That's right,” he whispered. “Come. Make my fingers wetter; give me all your cream. I want to feel it dripping down my arm."
Shelly whimpered, as he continued to stroke her while working her swollen clit. She trembled. Eventually removing his fingers from her pussy, he smeared his slicked hands over her buttocks, stretching, bringing his fingers up beneath her nose so that she could lick her own desire off while she sniffed it. Then he gripped her muscled butt-cheeks, and ran his tongue in long, teasing strokes back and forth against her anus. God, he wanted to fuck her! But first, he would play.
For a long while he stroked her ass, gently caressing the opening to her anus. The hair was shorter and tougher than that of her pussy, the scent beneath his fingertips stronger. With each caress, he pressed a little harder inward against her virginal opening. When his finger became dry, he plunged it back into her wet pussy, repeating the process. Then, with his erection aching and an ecstatic cry from her parted lips, he pushed his little finger gently up her anus. It was warm, tight and as he had suspected, had never been used. She moaned again when he shoved his entire finger into her.
"Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse, even to his own ears.
"Y ... yes,” Shelly answered, her voice shaky as his thick finger moved in and out of her ass, hitting muscles and sensitive parts she had never known existed. It was incredibly arousing and very stimulating, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She loved it!
Guy continued to finger her ass, watching as his finger glided in and out of the maddeningly tight opening. He would shag her pussy, he decided, until she climaxed. Then for his own end, he would gently slide his cock up her ass and come in her unused terrain. He wanted to feel the tight, velvet heat of her ass gripping his cock. He found it oddly erotic that he would be the first there. He pulled her thong back up, because a woman still wearing underwear as he screwed her always excited him. He flipped her over and pressed his throbbing dick against the soft flesh of her pale thigh, so she knew exactly what she did to him.
Shelly's pussy was pulsating, the lips full and red. She was trembling now, wanting him to stop the foreplay and simply take her. Liquid heat moved through her, curling low in her stomach, creating a pinnacle of pleasure that was almost more than she could bear. Wriggling free from beneath him, she simply stared at the thick, bronzed cock before her. The big, dark head pointed slightly upwards and she wondered what it would feel like when it pierced her pussy. She'd never seen a dick so large; hadn't known they came jumbo-sized. She reached out and touched it, her fingers unable to close properly over the tip. With trembling hands, she cupped his balls. They were brown and heavy against her pale skin, and a little moist with perspiration from the humid heat. Despite her thin dress, Shelly was burning up. Her skin was on fire everywhere his hands had touched her.
She ducked her head and suckled him, tasting the sweet, mingled flavor of salty sweat and something altogether masculine. She ran her tongue from one hairy ball, taking the other in her mouth and gently sucking, then nipping with her teeth. He moaned, and she felt a fresh rush of warm wetness between her own thighs in answering. She wanted to make love to him under the stars, right there on the beach. She was positively aching to straddle this handsome stranger, to plunge his cock in her pussy, even if she burst from the sheer size and force of it. Her groin was aching just thinking about it. She wanted to taste the moist pearl that glinted on the blunt tip of his swollen purple cock and more. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his erection. Then, she cupped the head in her mouth.
Guy bucked as he felt the warm caress of her tongue over the throbbing tip of his shaft. She gently parted the eye of his cock with her forefinger and thumb, shoving her tongue into the opening, and wriggling it back and forth. He snapped and pulled her up to his mouth, kissing her passionately. The scent of his desire on her lips caused the blood to pump faster through his veins.
Shelly gasped as his large body, demanding in its exploration of her mouth pushed her back against the smooth sand. He was as strong as a bull; it excited and frightened her a little at the same time!
Guy pushed her thighs apart with his knee, grinning admiringly at the view that was presented. She was hot and wet for him, her cream dripping down her thighs. He pushed his middle finger deep into her pussy. “Come for me, babe,” he whispered, eyes focused on her face. One hand moved to her breast, squeezing, teasing the taut nipple into an erect peak. His head dipped and he began to suck the sensitive little tip, circling it with his tongue while his fingers wreaked a bittersweet havoc on her clitoris. Against her breast, he murmured, “Come on my fingers, darling."
He rolled her clit hard between his forefinger and thumb and Shelly gave him exactly what he'd asked for. She threw back her head and moaned as she climaxed, tightening around his probing finger. Her fingers raked through the silvery sand, as she cried out her release beneath the moonlight.
Guy couldn't wait another minute to have her.
His body was white-hot with desire. Almost crazy with it, Guy moved over her and pressed his throbbing cock against her wet pussy. He'd probably come as soon as he entered her. He doubted he'd ever been hornier.
What the hell am I doing? Shelly wondered, when she'd finally stopped coming, plummeting back down to earth with a whopping thud. She put both her hands on his shoulders and pushed hard.
It took him a moment to realize what she was doing, but then he let her go. “Was my kiss that bad?” Guy asked, noticeably out of breath.
Shelly jumped back from him, as if she had been released from a slingshot. “It was okay."
Guy put on a wounded expression for her. “Only okay? I'll have to try harder next time."
"There won't be a next time.” She shivered, swallowing twice while thinking about the wedding that hadn't taken place and the blonde-haired, grey-eyed man that had been in her life for what seemed like forever.
"It's that bad, huh?” Guy stared into her emerald eyes. He saw the lines of sadness etched on her young face, her distant expression focused on something only she could see—something in the past.
"Yes,” she said simply while adjusting the bodice of her dress.
Determined to discover the whole of the story, he asked gently. “Do you want to talk about it?"
Shelly found herself oddly unsure. What was it about this stranger that caused her to feel as if she could tell him anything in the world, as if he would understand? That was dangerous ground. Ted had made her believe that too and look at what a rat he'd turned out to be. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to go there again. She brushed the sand off her legs. “I should go, it's late."
"I'll
walk you,” came the handsome stranger's firm reply.
"What's in it for you?” Shelly asked, because no one did anything for free. There was always an angle, an ulterior motive. And well, the man didn't look like a Boy Scout, maybe a model, or Greek Adonis, but Boy Scout, no.
"Nothing,” he said, with a sexy smile that got her hot and horny all over again.
She threw him a dubious glare, “Really. Why am I having trouble believing you? Is this a come-on? If it is you, should know that I'm not in the market for a man."
"Good, I'm not looking for a woman, either,” came the easy reply.
Shelly searched his good-looking face, but she couldn't tell from his expression whether he was lying or not. Then again, there were habitual liars in the world who were experts at hiding their secrets. “I see."
"So, do you want me to walk you then?” he asked again. He picked up her beaded bag from the sand and handed it to her.
Deciding she'd look pretty stupid if she refused, Shelly nodded slowly while she slung her bag over her shoulder. Deep down, she couldn't hide from the fact that she really wanted him to.
There was something about this man that stirred her, and made her want to be with him, although she didn't even know his name.
It was crazy.
And yet at the same time, it felt so right!
Guy studied the blonde with bated breath; he was so sure she was going to refuse his offer when she gave a curt nod. As they walked together at a respectable distance through the sucking sand along the shoreline, she was quiet. Once, she looked as if she was almost ready to speak, ready to tell him something, but she changed her mind. He wished she had told him, because he wanted to hear her talk. Her voice was deep, throaty ... Every time she spoke, he felt it up and down his spine and into his groin. Confusingly, he wanted to know about her. This is not me, he thought. Usually, all he needed to know about a woman was the answer to one very simple question. “Would you like to sleep with me?” And yet he was thinking of questions to entice her to speak, when they reached her bungalow. He walked her to the door; feeling disappointed that the walk was over.
She turned to face him firmly. Guy got the message. This is as far as I get. “I'll probably see you around,” he said, acknowledging the barrier.
Her stance relaxed as she felt his compliance. “Thanks for walking me home."
"You're welcome."
"My name's Shelly,” she said, almost as an afterthought.
"Shelly,” he repeated softly—like seashells.
"What's yours?"
He looked at her and breathed, “Guy."
"Goodnight, Guy,” she said gently and turned.
He reached for her urgently. “Wait!"
She glanced back, worry flickering in her features.
Guy calmed his raging hormones. “Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?"
"No."
Her answer had come quickly, without hesitation. He frowned. “What about a walk then? There's no harm in that."
Shelly lifted his fingers from her arm. He looked so good, too good. She intended to be a carefree woman, dying quite happily at ninety with a vibrator clasped in her hand. Men were excluded from the picture.
But he looked so good.
Too good.
Shelly took a step back and prayed that he didn't notice her bump the door handle. “Yes, okay."
Guy could smile now. “Goodnight."
* * * *
Shelly sat in her bungalow on the edge of the king-sized bed, dressed only in a pair of baby doll pyjamas, trying to compose herself. Her hands were like live wires in her lap. Guy had just left, he hadn't tried to kiss her. In fact, he'd been a complete gentleman at the doorway. She was rocked by disappointment. Why should she care? Had she been hoping he would kiss her or better still, ravish her body? She shook her head, recalling the shock waves that had sizzled through her limbs when he'd driven her to orgasm. She let out a slow yip of frustration; men didn't usually fluster her. In fact, she'd become pretty much immune to them. Ted had been all that she had ever wanted or needed in a man, until now.
That was, until she had met Guy. Why she'd nearly keeled over when she'd first clapped eyes on him—all gleaming muscles and smoothed bronzed skin. She felt a hot flush across her cheeks and brow. The man definitely unsettled her. She licked her tongue over her lips. What a specimen his cock had been. She'd never seen one so large, or so thick. She longed to have the full length of his magnificent arousal filling her, stroking her to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.
A sure rat-a-tat-tat sounded on the outside door.
Shelly frowned at the door. Should she answer, or hope whoever it was went away?
A moment later, she tensed. Her fingers gripped the edge of the bedspread as a man's figure materialized in the open doorway. When will I learn to keep it locked? she wondered with alarm as it closed softly. The moonlight filtering through the glass terrace doors in thin beams lit the room in shadowy patches.
"You should lock it at night,” a soft voice spoke from the dimness.
Shelly turned swiftly, her heart pounding. A light flickered on. Guy smiled at her as a cat smiles, with secret humor.
"You scared me,” she whispered fiercely. Who did he think he was, inviting himself in?
"I'm sorry,” he said, but he didn't look it.
Shelly swore somewhat colorfully under her breath. “I must say, you don't seem to be."
She could hear the laughter in his voice as he replied, “I am truly sorry if I scared you, it wasn't my intention, honestly."
"Mmm, I'm still not convinced about that,” she said and jumped up from the bed, making a hasty assessment of her person and the room in general. Suddenly alone with Guy, she couldn't help remembering the way his mouth had tasted, the feel of his cock in her hand, and she suddenly felt like a horny teenage girl.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at him, unable to stop her eyes from traveling down the length of his body. Shelly noted that his bronzed chest, rippling with corded muscles, was still bare. She supposed she should at least be thankful that he had dropped the towel in favor of a pair of loose cream Armani slacks.
As Guy's eyes bored into her, she realized that as tall and powerful as he was, he could do anything in the world he wanted with her and she would be powerless to stop him.
A tremor of fear thrummed through her body.
Yet for all the danger, some part of her wasn't afraid. Some sixth sense told her that he wouldn't hurt her. Flustered, she paced quickly towards him, stopping dead as his startling blue eyes flicked over her body, taking in her scanty pyjamas.
"Hmmm.” His eyes darkened with lust as he reached for her. “I appreciate the effect those frilly nothings create, I really do."
"Stop that!” she snapped at both herself and him. The conversation was becoming entirely too personal. “I didn't buy them for your entertainment,” she said primly, while tugging nervously at her scanty pyjama bottoms.
His gaze shifted to the deep V neckline of her top. “Whose amusement were they bought for? In my experience, women rarely buy such scanty things for themselves."
A stab of pain shot through her and she rubbed at her bare ring finger. “Well, your experience is incomplete, because I did buy them to please myself."
It was a lie. She had bought the revealing pyjamas, along with several transparent negligees, to stimulate Ted on their honeymoon.
"So there was a man involved,” Guy observed, reading her expression.
"He never saw the pyjamas,” she said sadly, lost in her memories.
He looked at her hard for a moment. “It was his loss."
Okay, the conversation was getting way too uncomfortable. Shelly straightened up to her full height, which didn't even reach Guy's chest, and demanded, “What are you doing here?"
His smile flashed white in the dimness, “I forgot something."
That grin was melting her, and Shelly didn't see the kiss coming until his mouth had pressed
gently, but firmly over hers. A torrent of emotion burst from her as she savored the melting sensation of his lips. A whirl of feelings so erotic in nature wrapped around her, so heady, so potent, that her knees almost buckled beneath her.
As if sensing this, Guy tightened his arms around her slender waist, supporting her against his large body as his kiss deepened. Everything around her ceased to exist, except the warm, breathing man before her that she hungered for with an intensity so pure, it frightened her.
Shelly was like a doll in his arms; her pussy was wet, her lips as soft and full as a piece of tangerine. She wanted Guy to delve his finger into her creamy centre, remove her core and then peel her, deliciously, slowly until he had eaten the very centre of her desire. She wanted him to drink her pussy juice; in essence, to drink her inner self that was all woman—hot, hungry, and needy. Her breasts, more tender than ever before, pressed against the curve of his chest. Her nipples ached for his touch.
She almost moaned as an image of his golden, lean, and powerful body thrusting against her flashed through her mind.
What would it feel like to have a man so incredibly scrumptious make love to her all night?
Shelly tensed at the thought. What was it about the man?
Never in her life had she experienced sexual hunger like this. Never! She was so hot and horny for the feel of him, one X-rated thought after another, ran through her mind. As she felt each ridge of his muscled abdomen, she wondered what it would feel like to have his hard body pressing her weaker body, her curves and all her need, down against the floor. She ran her fingers eagerly through his chest hair, certain that he was as aware of her body as she was of his. She pressed her belly against his cock and kissed him back, allowing her lips to part in welcome for him. A small sigh of pleasure escaped from his mouth and she cut it off daringly with her tongue. She clung to him, her feet no longer touching the floor. She delighted in the way his hands smoothed downwards over her breasts, causing her nipples to tingle in anticipation.
Guy drew her along with him as he backed up and then sat on the bed. Laying her flat, he pressed his lips to the back of her hand, then turned his head to kiss the sensitive valley between her breasts. Shelly sucked in a ragged breath; she closed her eyes and soaked up every delicious sensation as his lips teasingly slid lower.
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