His cock stood up, proud as a soldier at full attention and she grasped it in her hand. Cecily stroked it with steady motions and he groaned. It twitched in her hand as if it possessed a life of its’ own.
As Daniel’s breathing increased, her pulse kept pace. When he stuck a finger up into her passage and fingered her clit, she gasped aloud. Intense sensation began within and spread like wildfire as he worked his finger, then dug deeper to hit her G-spot. Her legs buckled and if he hadn’t caught her with his free hand, she would’ve fallen onto the floor. Daniel steered her onto the couch where Cecily collapsed onto her back.
When Daniel lowered himself onto her body, her hands flailed out and then stroked his back. Her long fingernails raked over his skin, deep enough to tantalize, slow enough to provoke. Within, her cunt grew warmer and moist. Need tensed her body tight and she spread her legs wide to welcome Daniel into her inner most sanctum.
“Take me,” she begged. “Come on, do it now.”
He didn’t need the invitation and by the time the words flowed out of her mouth, he’d entered her, his cock hard as stone as it plowed into her depths. His passage brought erotic delights, and her box squeezed tight to caress his dick as he came into her body. Cecily locked her legs around his back and tilted her body for maximum effect. Connected, they rocked back and forth, each movement swirling pleasure through her body in intense waves. He slowed his pace until she didn’t think she could bear much more. To tease, he worked his prick up and down in a sewing motion but he never pulled out all the way. His grunts were sounds of pleasure, she thought, and her own cries mingled with his.
Their momentum hastened until they were in full motion, seeking the moment of nirvana, the ultimate explosion as one. By the time they came, she thought she’d die within moments, but the intense burst of incredible delight relieved all the pent-up tension. The powerful climax eased the longing and she came on a wild tide of feeling. Tears rained down her cheeks from the powerful impact, a release as emotional as it was physical.
Daniel rode the rush with her and he cried out, hoarse and wordless at the end, shuddered. Then he went still.
They lay intertwined together, two vines made one with their coupling. Cecily lacked breath to speak, but as her heart rate slowed back to normal, she wanted to purr with contentment.
That’s the best ride I’ve ever had. He’d taken her body and devoured what she offered in return but beyond, Daniel managed to notch his name on her soul. He owned a little piece of her now and although she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it, happiness surrounded her like a mink throw, soft and all enveloping.
“So did your wish come true?” he said after several minutes.
“Oh, yeah,” she replied, her fingers playing across his chest with light caresses. “How about you?”
“Yeah, totally.”
Cradled against him, caught in his arms, Cecily let the rhythm of her breath match his. After another moment or so, she said, “Daniel?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s go to bed, okay?”
“To sleep or fuck?” he asked, voice drowsed.
Cecily considered the question. “First one, then the other,” she said after consideration. “I don’t care what order.”
He laughed, soft and easy. “Sleep first, querida.”
In the small house, the bedroom she used was just a few steps away. Naked, they walked the short distance and crawled between the plain sheets she’d bought at a discount store. She curled up against him and his arms snaked around her to hold her tight.
They slept and when she woke once or twice, Cecily stretched out her hand to stroke him for reassurance it wasn’t a dream.
They slept long and late. She awakened to an unfamiliar pattern of sunlight and shadows on the bedroom wall, aroused. As Cecily recalled the chain of events from the previous night, she realized Daniel stroked her pussy. She inhaled the sexual musk lingering around them both and stretched out her foot beneath the tangled sheets. Before she could say ‘good morning’, he went down on her, his breath warm against her soft pubic bush and his lips easy in a kiss. He plunged his tongue into her twat and she reacted as the intense lovemaking struck her body with the force of a tornado. Helpless against his onslaught, she yielded to the pleasure and surrendered to him. Cecily didn’t try to touch him or give back. This time, she let him do whatever he wanted and allowed the sensations to pour over her, sweeter than any wine she’d ever drank, more delicious than anything she’d eaten.
Sated, somnolent, she considered going back to sleep, but she caught sight of his face, his eyes glowing with a different light than she’d seen before. The pain she’d noted before receded into the background as he watched her with a man’s stare and a new open awareness.
Encouraged and excited, Cecily rolled over and knelt above him. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked. With her long tongue, she licked and lapped as if his member were a treat, each stroke as slow and lascivious as she could make it. Using self-control, she made the effort last as long as she could, ignoring his grunts of delight and brought him to full orgasm.
After, they slept again but woke to shower together in her teensy bathroom. Cecily made coffee and scrambled eggs for him. She sliced and toasted French bread, and they ate together at the kitchen table, homey and intimate. For once, she didn’t burden her thoughts with speculation of what would come next, where they went from here, or attempts to figure out what happened between then.
Instead, she dwelled in the moment, tasted the joy, and left it at that. For a few pleasant hours, this equaled her world and Daniel belonged in it. They carved out a momentary haven and she gloried in it. Cecily saved it to her heart, like pasting images in a scrapbook and vowed she’d keep this memory forever, no matter what came next.
She ignored the hateful little voice whispering warning in her ear, the dark side of her personality trained to expect betrayal, to prepare for sadness, the part still believing Cecily Brown didn’t deserve anything good.
But like a snail leaving behind a trail, the voices left their mark and even at the peak of her happiness, Cecily knew it probably wouldn’t last no matter how much she wanted it to remain.
And, without reason or restraint, she did.
Chapter Six
With his hands cupped around a mug of coffee, brewed strong and served black the way he liked, Daniel watched Cecily scramble eggs and make toast. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat at leisure in someone’s kitchen, and it’d been longer still since someone made him breakfast. She’d pulled back her cornrows and fastened them with a plastic hair clip. Cecily had thrown on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. He admired the way she moved, as graceful as a dancer, and his loins still radiated contentment from the previous night.
He’d broken his self-imposed habit of never spending the night in a woman’s bed, ended his until now unbroken record for leaving after the erotic fact. Shit, he’d even slept without his nightly booze. Daniel allowed his mind to drift as his body relaxed and an easy sense of comfort surrounded him. Realization struck like a closed fist. His buoyant mood and uncustomary tranquility stemmed from being happy. Happiness hadn’t factored into his life often enough to recognize it at first.
And the moment he did, Daniel tensed.
What in the hell am I doing? I’m supposed to be investigating her, not sleeping with the woman. I’m breaking rules, putting my damn career on the line like some love-sick teenage kid. I should get up, put on my shoes, and get the hell gone before it’s too late.
He put down his coffee and placed his hands against the edge of the table, ready to shove back the chair to go.
“Breakfast is ready,” Cecily said in a voice sweeter than brown sugar. “Here you go.” She slid a plate with eggs and buttered toast in front of him and sat down across the small dinette table from him.
If she asks a blessing, I’m out of here. Cecily didn’t. Instead, she folded a paper napkin into her lap and secured a fork full of fluff
y yellow eggs. Daniel formed a sentence, words to say he needed to go, but the aroma rising with the steam from his breakfast tempted him. He ate a bite of eggs and closed his eyes with total delight. Sweet baby Jesus, he could taste the real butter she’d used and the light, delicious taste of eggs. Other than a prefabricated egg patty tucked into a fast food biscuit or a pair of eggs over easy at some diner, he hadn’t eaten any in years, although they’d once been a favorite food. These brought delight to his taste buds. When he bit into a piece of toast, he savored it too. “This is good,” he said.
Cecily smiled in response, a little Mona Lisa kind of expression. Divorced, widowed, whatever the hell she was, Daniel doubted she’d had much experience with overnight sleepovers either. He’d almost bet he ranked as the first man she’d bedded since sprung free from her husband. Caught up in watching the way she parted her lips to allow the fork to enter, he almost didn’t realize she’d said something, but he heard the last few words. “…and what were you planning to do today? I don’t want to keep you from enjoying your vacation.”
“Not much,” Daniel said. It sounded lame, though, for a man supposed to be taking some down time. Think fast, make up something quick. “I thought I might go swimming or something.”
“Does your motel have a pool?”
He snorted. “I wouldn’t dip my toe in the cesspool they’re passing off as a place to swim,” he said. The murky water smelled rank and he doubted anyone had cleaned it all season. Trash littered the concrete deck around it. “There’s a water park here with a wave pool, lazy river, water slides, and the whole nine yards. I thought about going to it.”
Bullshit. It never entered your mind until a few seconds ago. I bet Cecily looks hot in a swimsuit, though. He watched her eyes light up, enough to seal his fate. “I saw it, White Water, I think,” she said. “Looked like fun, but I didn’t want to go alone.”
Her broad hint pleased him. Although women in his life were ancient history, he remembered how they demonstrated interest. Cecily might as well wave a burning flag in his face. Daniel didn’t try to stop the grin spreading across his face. “Want to go with me? I’d like the company.”
“I’d love to,” she cried. Then her glad expression faltered. “Except I don’t think I have a swimsuit.”
“So we’ll stop somewhere and you can buy one,” he said, getting caught up in the spirit of fun.
Cecily finished the scrap of toast in her hand. “Sure,” she said. “I suppose they have a place to change at the water park.”
“As far as I know, yeah, they do.”
“Haven’t you been?”
“No, it’ll be a first.”
“Me, too.”
They exchanged smiles and after they finished their late breakfast, Cecily cleaned up and they headed out. Uncertain where in the hell to take a woman to shop, rich or poor, Daniel ended up at one of the outlet malls. Most of the parking spaces were filled, so he dropped her off with a promise to circle around till he gained a slot or she returned. Although he expected her to take an hour and resigned himself to the wait, Daniel saw her on his third pass, bag in hand. He picked her up. “That was quick.”
She flashed him a grin as she settled into the passenger seat. “I hate shopping,” she said. “I’m the kind of gal who grabs what she wants, finds one to fit, and gets out. Do you have swim trunks?”
Hells bells, he hadn’t even thought of what he’d wear. Daniel didn’t own any swim trunks, not here and not at home in his Spartan apartment. He hadn’t been swimming in over ten years or to an amusement park or inside a movie theater or arcade or visited a mall no more than a few times, not since Mollie died. Caught short, he said, “No, I don’t. Shit.”
“Don’t worry, sugar,” she said as she pulled something red out of her bag. “I figured you probably didn’t, so I bought you a pair. Hope the size is right, but I think they’ll fit.”
Cecily held up a pair of shiny trunks and he nodded, speechless. Daniel wasn’t sure if it was the casual endearment she tossed his way or the thoughtfulness she displayed, but he swallowed the lump in his throat before he choked. “They look like they should,” he said. “Thanks.”
“Oh, no problem,” she said with a little laugh. She stretched out her left hand and rested in against his thigh. The slight weight of it brought his dick to life. “I guess we’re ready to go swimming.”
If she scooted her fingers a few more inches, they wouldn’t be swimming, Daniel thought but he nodded. “Let’s go.”
At the water park, he paid their admissions and they wandered through a gift shop. Cecily picked up some sunscreen and paid for it before they separated to change into their suits. Daniel skimmed off his clothes and pulled on the trunks, surprised they fit well. But, she’d had every opportunity to be familiar with his body. When she emerged, her clothes folded into a neat pile, he resisted the urge to wolf whistle. “You look awesome,” he said.
Her eyes darkened and her smile widened. “Thanks but you’ve seen it all before,” she said in a sassy tone. She’d piled up her braids on top of her head with a clip. In the formfitting green suit, hair up, he thought she looked like a classic statue—and very beautiful. She tossed her clothes and his into a rented locker.
Daniel let his gaze travel from her face down her body with slow deliberation. “Some things,” he said in his best Texas drawl, “don’t have any limits. What do you want to do first?”
“I don’t know,” Cecily said. “Wave pool, lazy river, or waterslide?”
If he didn’t discharge some energy soon, Daniel feared his desire for her might be evident through the shiny red swim trunks. “Let’s do the waterslide. C’mon.”
He grasped her hand and took off running, something he hadn’t done except in pursuit in too damn long. They joined the queue and climbed the three stories of stairs. Near the top, Cecily peered down with a frown. “I didn’t know it would be this high,” she said. Her voice quavered a little and he shot a closer look. Her hands twitched and she moved with restless agitation.
“Shit,” he said. “You’re scared of heights, aren’t you?”
Cecily faced him with deep, dark eyes. “I’m not scared of anything. But no, I don’t like heights much and yes, I’m nervous.”
“Don’t look down,” he cautioned. “It’ll be over fast once we’re on the slide. At the bottom, I’ll grab you. You can swim?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. Her cheeky grin returned. “I swim like a fuckin’ mermaid so I won’t drown.”
“Good,” Daniel said. Although she joked, he felt an odd little pang at the idea anything could happen to Cecily. He knew all too well how fast death could strike unexpectedly. By then they were at the top of the stairs and he followed her into the fast flowing slide. Her yips and shrieks delighted him so much he felt like a kid for those swift moments until they splashed into the deeper area at the bottom. As he’d promised, Daniel caught her and held her close for a moment. He wanted a kiss, but they couldn’t block the way out so he put an arm around her waist instead. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Her body trembled but she giggled. “No, I made it. But let’s do something else.”
They strolled around the water park, dripping wet, and when a slight breeze blew over them it was enough to send a momentary chill through them both. “We forgot to bring towels,” he said with a chuckle. Almost everyone else sported colorful beach towels, tied around their waist, draped over their shoulders, or carried.
She shrugged. “If we need some, they’ve got them in the shop over there. I want to stop and put some sunscreen on or I’ll get sunburned. You want some?”
Daniel opened his mouth to tell her ‘no’, to explain his thick skin had weathered sun, cold, and many other elements, but then he considered she might apply it on his back. As he imagined her hands rubbing the cold lotion onto his skin, he changed his mind. “Sure, it’s a good idea.”
At the next vacant bench they found, Cecily sat down and poured some creamy white sunscr
een into her hands. She rubbed them together and then massaged up her legs. She smeared some on the tops of her breasts rising out of the suit, on her throat, shoulders, and face. Then she turned away from him and said, “Can you smear it on my back? I can’t reach it.”
Cecily offered temptation and although Daniel thought he should refuse, he didn’t. “Sure,” he said. His large hands worked the lotion into her back, his touch lingering on her light bronze skin. He couldn’t resist a few caresses and once he let his fingers slide beneath the fabric to stroke her breast. Although she didn’t say anything, she leaned back into him and sighed, a soft, happy sound. When he’d done all he could, Daniel handed her the bottle. “Now it’s my turn,” he said.
“Turn around, sugar.” Cecily squirted lotion into her hand and rubbed it across his back. The cool wetness contrasted with the hot sun beating down onto his skin. Her fingers worked it in with deft motions and then she massaged his shoulders with a confident, capable touch. Daniel felt his taut muscles ease as she continued. Tension ebbed as her fingers worked magic, and he wanted to moan with pleasure. It wasn’t quite erotic, but it still felt damn good. “Oh, God, that’s great,” he said. Eyes shut tight, he enjoyed the moment and almost forgot they were in a public place. When she finished, he failed to notice for a few moments and then opened his eyes to brilliant sunlight. Blinded, he stood up. “Thanks. Let’s float the lazy river.”
He grabbed an inner tube at the entrance point and handed her one. She sat down into the ring and headed down river into the current. Daniel parked his rear on his and followed Cecily. The cement channel offered enough depth to keep people afloat without dragging bottom and just enough momentum to keep moving. Already relaxed from her massage, Daniel thought the languid float might put him to sleep. He struggled to remain alert as he relished the experience.
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