Tempting Escape

by Heather McVey

  She needed his cock! Nothing less would do.

  Straightening up so his fingers slid from her with a squelching motion, she straddled him. The hem of her dress crept up to bare her panties and the hairy mound they concealed, while her feet rested on the floor of the terrace, which still retained heat from the day.

  Guy's eyes, blazing hot and hungry, traveled over her entire body, stopping at her crotch. The view that it presented was enough to drive him wild. His cock, brown and hard, was sitting beneath her panties. Panties he knew to be wet, even if he couldn't feel the dampness against his own skin. He definitely couldn't have missed it with his eyes. Her panties were pulled slightly to the side, revealing one hairy lip. The crack was a black line beneath the thin white material, moistened to darkness by her juices.

  God, he'd never be able to get enough of the woman. The little beast was just too tempting by far.

  His thoughts were broken as Shelly lowered her lips and kissed him. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but one of great feeling on both sides. It went on and on, both of them reluctant to break contact. Finally, it was she who did so.

  "God, Guy, you make me crazy.” She cupped the head of his shaft and rolled a condom down its length.

  "Show me how crazy."

  He drew her head down for a kiss. When their lips met this time, there was nothing gentle about it. Their tongues tangled and fought, searching to gain deeper access into the other's mouth while their hands kneaded and pulled at clothing, hungry for the touch of the other's skin.

  Shelly's toes actually curled as he moved one hand beneath her panties to cup her where she craved it most. He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with one finger before he finally plunged three fingers deep inside her.

  "Ooo ... that's good,” Shelly moaned, throwing her head back at the intensity of the pleasure.

  He removed his fingers from her pussy and tightened his arms around her. His lips left hers, and he trailed his tongue across her skin, searing a path to her throat where he made circles over her collarbone, her neck, her earlobe.

  The man seemed to know every erogenous zone on a woman's body!

  Unable to take anymore, Shelly pushed her panties to the side and lowered herself slowly onto his thick shaft. Guy clasped her buttocks and moved her faster along his cock. He pulled her up and down so her warm, tight, little pussy pressed every part of him, from the tip to the base of his shaft.

  Shelly groaned and gripped the back of his chair. The thickness of his cock plunging into her pussy over and over again caused wave after wave of pleasurable heat to course through her body. Leaning back slightly, she slipped a hand behind her back and gently kneaded his balls. They were swollen and slightly damp from her pussy juice.

  Guy, his breathing sounding rugged even to his own ears, cupped her neck and pulled her head towards him for another kiss. For the sweetness was so great there, that he knew he could never get enough of it.

  With a cry, she arched back after one hard thrust when his cock touched the very beginning of her womb. Slowly, taking advantage of the space, Guy ran his fingers along her lips, down over her perspiration-soaked skin before tugging the bodice of her dress down to bare her full, jiggling breasts in all their glory. With one hand, he slid her along the length of his cock. He cupped and kneaded her breasts with the other. Pinching her nipples between his fingertips, he then lowered his mouth to suckle on her sensitive nipples, erect and ready for his attention.

  He brought his other hand up so that he could cup both breasts. Shelly continued to slide up and down his cock. The pleasure delivered from his hard shaft was more exquisite than the last time. She watched as he pushed her breasts together and slivered his tongue between the crevice, while his thumbs danced circular motions around the swollen discs of her nipples. She was close, so very close. Her pussy clenched in answering around Guy's cock and he moaned his appreciation against her breasts.

  He shoved his face between her breasts, licking and suckling them ravenously while he quickened his thrusts. His other hand found her clitoris, pulling and pinching the swollen little ball between his fingertips.

  Shelly cried out his name. Guy heard a plopping sound as her nipple dislodged from his mouth. He turned to better look at her. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her back in lustrous waves as she fucked him as if there was no tomorrow. His eyes took in her shiny perspiration-soaked skin, seeming almost phosphorescent against a backdrop of darkness. Her nipples were erect, waiting for his touch, as her breasts bounced furiously in time to his thrusts. The tight pink lips of her pussy stretched wide to allow him access.

  That did it, he was coming and he couldn't hold it back. He liked to wait until she found her own release, but this time, it just wasn't happening. The view of her riding him furiously combined with the tightness of her tiny pussy had driven him over the edge. There was no going back. With a male growl, he thrust deeply into her, cupping her waist and pulling her hard against his cock. He kept coming and coming. Flinging back his head, he cried out her name as his cock let loose more juice.

  It was then that Shelly rocketed to her own fulfillment while her swollen clitoris was battered against the hard skin of his muscled abdomen. With a cry, she leaned against him. Wave after wave of pleasure, so intense it was almost painful, rocked her body. Her pussy tightened firmly around his cock and she couldn't believe it when she came for the second time.

  Her contracting pussy finally squeezed the last of his climax from the tip of his cock. With one final moan, he leaned his head back against the chair and cupped her breasts. Sated, Guy watched her facial expressions as his cock, which was still hard, delivered her orgasm after orgasm.

  Chapter 19

  Shelly awoke early the next morning and stretched luxuriously in bed like a cat. Dawn was beginning to break, casting just enough light into the room to show her that Guy was still asleep. The feel of his warm flesh next to hers made her throb with longing. She turned and wrapped her arms around his big body. She loved having him in her bed. She loved waking up in the morning to find him there, all warm and comforting.

  She studied him for a moment as he slept, a look of deep concentration on her face. He was sprawled on his back. One hand was tucked under his pillow. The other was curled over her hip, as though even in sleep, he needed to be connected to her.

  She reached out and ran her fingers lightly over his hand. He had such beautiful hands—long and tapered. Even when they were relaxed in sleep, the strength of them was undeniable.

  And the magic they could work on her body ... it was nothing short of miraculous.

  She ran her thumb across the small, brown tip of his nipple. His wide chest rose and fell and his breathing was steady. The sheet was bunched between them, covering her but not him. His long black eyelashes cast shadows along his firm cheekbones and his hair curled becomingly in damp tendrils around his forehead. She had never seen a nicer-looking man and she probably never would again in her lifetime. He was fantastic and she found herself suddenly hungry for him.

  In sleep, his body seemed totally vulnerable. And yet, the long muscled length of him still radiated power and strength. His cock was partially aroused, as though he was replaying their lovemaking in his dreams.

  Looking at it only fuelled her desire.

  Her gaze wandered to his feet. She noticed that they were pale and bony, oddly vulnerable-looking compared to his sturdy physique, with little tufts of hair on the toes. The cheeky imp inside her wondered if they were ticklish.

  He looked so relaxed that she had an overwhelming, insane urge to roll him out of bed. That would raise him up from his indolent behind, she thought wickedly, picturing the scene. She didn't have the strength to budge his six foot four frame but she had water, the next best thing. She grabbed the half-full glass from the bedside table, then hesitated uncertainly. Only two things stopped her. One was her natural good manners. The other was the obvious fact that he was a damned sigh
t larger than she was and would almost certainly be just a tad cross with her about it.

  A ship's horn sounded loudly from somewhere outside. Startled, she jumped and in doing so, spilled the water over him.

  "Ow, oh no,” she moaned.

  "What the devil?"

  Shelly flapped a hand at him to shush him, not quite able to keep the amusement from her voice. “I'm sorry, I had a glass of water in my hand, then a noise startled me."

  Taking the glass from her hands, he set it aside and sat up. “It just happened to fall all over me right?” he finished, smiling challengingly.

  "Err, well, yes,” she stammered.

  Pig that he was, he laughed at her. She decided that he needed to be brought down a peg or two. So she placed her hands in the middle of his chest and shoved, intent on pushing him over.

  Unfortunately for her, he was too strong and didn't fall over. Instead, a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. Quickly removing her hands, he sprawled over her, pinning her to the mattress, his face hovering just inches from hers.

  "So you like to play games, do you?” he asked softly. There was a curious rasp to his voice that hadn't been there before. It did funny things to her nerves.

  She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't in actual fact, do anything. She was trapped, pinned down by the one arm and shoulder pushing against her. She struggled vainly against the bonds that held her, then gave up and relaxed. What could she do, anyway?

  Against her leg, she felt his body stir—the lengthening hardness coming to life in response to her closeness. His blue eyes were smoldering. He looked, Shelly decided for the second time in only a matter of days, like a dark angel, with his hair as black as coal framing his sculpted face.

  "Naughty girls need to be taught a lesson."

  She laughed up at him, her green eyes twinkling orbs. “And who exactly, is going to teach me this lesson?"

  "I am."

  "Do you think you're man enough?” she goaded.

  A slow smile spread across his lips. “We'll soon find out, won't we?"

  Effortlessly, he flipped her over so her breasts were squashing against the mattress. She heard the tearing of foil and knew he was sheathing his cock. Then he moved over her. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt him enter her, swollen and hard. As he began to thrust quickly in and out of her, she smiled wickedly into the pillow. If this were how he intended to teach her a lesson, she would have to make a mental note to keep a glass of water beside the bed.

  A nice tingling had just started in her groin, when he removed his dick from her pussy. He slipped four fingers into her, then moved them to her anus, spreading her sticky lubricant against the tiny opening. From the corner of her eye, she saw the skin-colored condom, slicked with her juices, fall to the floor. She then felt the hard push of his dick against the opening to her anus.

  His voice was raspy, as he asked, “Do you still want that lesson?"

  Shelly could feel her heart pounding. Anal sex, she knew, was supposed to be painful. She wanted it though, God, how she wanted it.

  "If you're man enough."

  The playful condescending tone of her voice made Guy hotter and subsequently, he thrust a little harder into her ass than he had intended to. Shelly gasped and bit the pillow, her fists clenching the sheets. Searing pain flashed outwards from her buttocks. It was almost unbearable. She arched her back, tensed, tightening in an attempt to drive the pain from her body.

  "Shelly?” Guy's voice, husky, and full of need asked, “Do you want me to stop?"

  Clenching her teeth, Shelly fought the pain that slashed through her.

  "Angel?"

  "No ... no don't stop,"

  His face touched hers; his lips brushed her cheek. Slowly, he began to move within her. “Okay, I'll be gentle.” His voice faltered. “If you want me to stop, just say the word."

  "I don't."

  He bent and kissed her shoulder tenderly. “You're a brave girl, Christ, you can't know how good it feels to be buried in your arse."

  As he continued to move and grunt over her, his warm muscled belly slid against her back. Her ass was burning and it felt as though it was going to split with each thrust, Still Shelly had to admit through the pain, which was lessening, that she'd never felt so full before.

  She was speechless a moment later when Guy removed his cock from her anus and scooped her up in his strong arms. He kicked open the bedroom door with his foot and headed along the floral corridor.

  Shelly, her hands around his neck, asked, “Where are you going?"

  He kissed her brow. “I want to see you wash,” he said, his voice low and tender. “Do you have any idea what it's going to do to me to see you rubbing your soapy hands over your bare body?"

  "Guy—"

  "Hmmm?"

  She forgot what she was going to say as he dipped his head down to her neck. Chills rippled through her as his tongue scorched her sensitive flesh.

  Shelly, her body on sensory overload, only vaguely felt him sit her down on the shower floor before he turned on the water and lay over her. The contrast of the cool porcelain beneath her buttocks and his warm body in front of her while the water poured over the two of them titillated her in a way she'd never imagined.

  "Touch me, Shelly,” he said hoarsely, taking her hand into his and leading it to his swollen shaft. “I want to feel your hands on me so badly."

  He shuddered violently as she stroked the velvety hardness of his cock.

  Guy closed his eyes at the feelings swirling through him. Her touch wasn't just physical, it touched him on a far deeper level.

  He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her.

  "I love your hands on me, angel,” he breathed as she cupped his tight balls, and sucked down hard on his tiny nipples. Oh God, how he ached for her. Making love to her was the best thing in life he'd every experienced.

  He opened his eyes in the steamy cubicle, then placed his hands on each side of her face and kissed her deeply. He slid his right hand down her arm to capture her hand in his. He laced his fingers through hers, then moved his hand to cup her pussy.

  Shelly bucked against his hard torso and hissed as he stroked her clit with their hands entwined. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. And since she'd met Guy, that was indeed saying something.

  She trembled all over as he quickened the rhythm, sliding their joined fingers into her wet pussy at a pleasurable pace. And when he plunged their slicked fingers inside her anus, she cried out loudly in pleasure.

  "That's it,” he murmured gruffly against her ear. “Feel us joined, feel your body open for us both."

  Panting, Shelly clutched at his shoulders with her left arm, her body on fire as the water bounced against her nipples causing them to tingle unbearably beneath the onslaught. Oh, he was an incredible lover.

  While their joined fingers continued to move in and out of her anus, he took his free hand and shoved four fingers into her pussy. The force of it, the feeling of having both her ass and her cunt filled at the same time caused Shelly to climax. She sucked Guy's tongue deeply into her mouth as she cried out her fulfillment against his hot lips.

  When she had finished coming, Guy slipped his fingers from her body and sat back on his haunches. His blue eyes burned with his need, his raw hunger as he picked up the showerhead and washed her climax away from her pussy lips. Shelly almost came again at the intense feeling of the water buffeting against her tender flesh.

  Guy soaped up the sponge and handed it to her. “Now, angel, let me see you wash.” Shelly accepted the coral sponge from him and did something that only weeks ago she would have been too embarrassed to do. She parted her legs, leaned back and let the big, virile man watch as she proceeded intimately to wash her fanny.

  Chapter 20

  That afternoon, alone in his office, Guy stared at the mountain of bookings on his desk that had proven impossible. The restlessness in him of late was seemingly eternal, making normal activity intolerabl
e. The turmoil of his thoughts, the memory of a pair of sparkling green eyes, tinkling laughter, and Shelly's kiss burned him.

  What was wrong with him? Why this woman captivated him so was baffling. He was not a man who, left to his own, brooded about women. Yet he had done nothing but brood since he had first seen her standing at the water's edge. She was pretty, well no, she was beautiful, a knockout even, but hell, he had known lots of beautiful women.

  And yet, Shelly had him hooked emotionally as well as physically, for she was a dirty little thing. She seemed to enjoy being tied up and dominated. She liked experimenting with positions, too. That morning, anal sex with her had been wonderful. When he had come deep inside her ass, he'd felt as though he'd died and gone to heaven. Never with another woman, not once in his thirty-six years had sex ever been so intense, so thoroughly satisfying, as it was with Shelly.

  Just remembering the sight of her naked little body in the shower was enough to get him instantly hard all over again.

  He whistled through his teeth, recalling the boat trip when she'd put her mouth on him. That wasn't a memory he'd ever likely forget. While the sun beat down on the white polished deck, he had fisted his hands in her glorious blonde hair, wondering what he'd done to deserve her in his life; then all wondering had ceased, and so had thought, when she'd taken him into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip of him in tune to his stroking hands. He'd thrown back his head and surrendered, as she delivered him an orgasm that went right off the Richter scale. He'd still been in the throes of aftershocks when she'd climbed up his body and tangled her tongue with his.

  He'd been with his fair share of women, far less than he'd been reputed to have, but still ... he knew what was out there, he knew equally what was expected. He knew how to have recreational sex, albeit safely. He knew how to pleasure a woman and be pleasured in return.

  And never, not for a single second, had he ever lost control. Not the way that he had with Shelly. It hit him suddenly, like a lightening bolt out of the blue that he loved her. The reason sex was so intense with her was because he loved her.