She pushed away from him and saw the disappointment flash on his face. “Then why are we standing in this freaking rain?”
Chapter Eight
Natalie raced up the flagstone steps to the terrace with Brock close on her heels. He caught her as she reached the door and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard body to her back. He kissed the area below her ear and she shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“No. Wait.” She looked over her shoulder. “If I said yes, would I get a hot shower?”
A broad grin was his only reply. He opened the door, walked her through with him still plastered to her backside, then slammed the door behind them. He took her hand and led her through the cabin, through a bedroom larger and plusher than hers, into a bathroom that’d been conceived from her fantasies. The white marble tiled room was dominated by a glass–walled shower with multiple showerheads.
He swung her around until her back pressed against the marble counter. He took her mouth in a crushing kiss of heat and tangled tongues. Walking his fingers up her back, he nimbly unhooked the bikini bra, releasing the tension around Natalie’s chest. With his tongue dueling hers for control, he pushed the bra up, freeing her breasts into his work–roughed hands. Calloused fingers plucked her nipples, sending zinging electricity to her core. The harder he pinched and pulled, the more her sex throbbed. She swore she could feel it swelling in response to his nipple play.
He pulled away from the kiss long enough to strip her bra down her arms and turn on the shower. Water streamed from all the shower openings extending from the wall.
Now that the time was here, nervous uncertainty clawed at Natalie’s confidence. What if Brock didn’t like her body? Thought she was fat? It’d been over two years since she’d been with a man. What if she really sucked at this and that was why Tim had had affairs?
As though reading her mind, Brock trailed his fingers down her ribcage to her hips.
“You were made for this,” he said, sliding his thumbs into the elastic of her bikini bottoms. “Your body is perfect.” He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Natalie’s head dropped back as a tingling wave of arousal formed an eddy in her gut.
He kissed the underside of her breast, running his tongue along the seam where her flesh met rib.
“God, you taste so good,” he said in a gravelly tone.
Natalie pulled her head up and forward so she could watch him working his mouth and tongue down her abdomen. When he got to her navel, he rimmed it with the tip of his tongue and then went to his knees as though worshiping a goddess.
The sight of this strong, virile man on his knees in front of her had her grabbing the counter’s edge to remain upright.
His fingers dug into her hips as he took hold of the bikini’s material. He pulled it slowly down her legs to the floor, then lifted one foot and then the other to remove it. After tossing it over into the corner, he kissed her ankle. Then slowly, and with exquisite torture, he licked and kissed his way up her legs, alternately left, right, left, right. Each stroke of his tongue added to the intense swirling inside her gut.
By the time he reached the lips of her sex, she was quivering, wet, and desperate. Would he think her forward if she hopped on the counter and draped her legs around his neck?
It turned out that she didn’t have to do anything.
“Spread your legs,” he muttered, while tonguing the inside of her thigh.
Natalie spread her feet but it wasn’t enough to accommodate his broad shoulders.
“Wider,” he said, then sucked the flesh at the junction of her hip and her thigh. He stopped sucking and looked up at her. “Wider, babe. Much wider. I want to see you while I enjoy the taste of you in my mouth.”
Natalie could do the splits. That should be wide enough. She opened her legs. Brock’s fingers made dents in the flesh of her hips as he held her and ran his tongue along the seam of her sex.
“Tastes so good.” His tongue separated her folds and he ran a long lick down one side and then the other. Using his thumbs, he pulled her vaginal lips apart, exposing her like she’d never been exposed before.
Tim hadn’t liked oral sex, or at least giving it. He loved getting it however.
But Brock? He seemed to be taking pleasure from giving her pleasure.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Are you watching? Can you see my tongue as it fucks you like I’m going to do? Look to your right. Watch me tongue fuck you.” With that, he jabbed his tongue into her core, pulling it out and thrusting it in again and again.
Natalie turned her head and for the first time saw the full–length mirror. Saw herself standing spread–eagle. Saw a toned, muscular man on his knees at her feet. Watched as his tongue danced over her sex and in and out of her core.
Her knees grew weak. The eddy inside was spinning at hurricane force. The tension was so strong as to be almost painful. She sucked in her abdomen. Her pulse raced. Her breath came in pants and gasps. She moaned loudly.
“Damn, Brock. I’m going to come.”
He stroked her with his tongue. “That’s the idea, baby. Let it go. Let me watch you come apart.”
Her thighs began to shake. She bent her knees as the internal pressure inside her climbed to a peak. Her whole body went taut, and then she was flying. Behind her closed eyes, bright white lights flashed and danced. Her abdominal muscles jumped and quaked. She screamed out his name.
When her orgasm had passed, she looked down into a very smug face.
“Liked that, did you?” Brock asked.
“Oh, it was all right.” She could barely suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
He laughed, jerked off his boarder shorts and pulled her into the now steamy shower.
“Just all right? I guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”
Harder? Hell, that’d probably kill her!
For the first time she got a look at his equipment, so to speak, and Lord have mercy. The moguls of his abdomen leveled out to a flat, tight stomach. A trail of dark hair led from his cute belly button (since when did she think belly buttons were cute?) down to a thatch of thick, dark hair. Arising from that nest of hair was a cock that made the only other one she’d seen look like a pencil. She licked her lips, then raised her head to look him in the eye.
“Damn, man. You are mighty fine,” she gasped out.
He grinned and pulled her into a crushing hug. Warm water hit them from all angles. He took her mouth in a bruising kiss while slipping his hand between her legs. His fingers parted her folds and found the entry to her soul. He pushed in a thick finger and curved it to reach the most sensitive part.
She groaned her approval and pleasure at his touch.
A second finger joined the first, while he massaged her clitoris with his palm. She ground against his hand. Snaked a leg around his hip. Opened herself to him, physically and emotionally.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth in the same pattern. She was overwhelmed with sensations. His thick fingers inside her, touching places that’d never been touched. His tongue filling her mouth, stroking everywhere inside. Hot water streaming down her back and between the crack of her ass. Her head swam as her brain was flooded with the erotic sensations Brock brought out of her.
An electrical storm lit up her insides and sent jolts of tingling charges through her veins. Powerful pressure built until she couldn’t hold off any longer. Wave after delicious wave of ecstasy rippled through her body.
Brock backed her against a wall. “Hold on.” He reached out the door and snagged a condom off the counter. Natalie’s pulse jumped at the tear of the foil.
“Let me do it,” she said.
“No way, babe. I’m almost at the edge right now.”
She poked out her lower lip. “But I know how to do it with my mouth.”
He hissed out a breath and rolled the condom down his rigid cock. “Don’t tell me that. You’re killing me.”
“Not fair,” she complained. “I didn’t even get to touch you.”
Cupping her ass in his hands, he lifted her feet off the shower floor. “You can next time. I may not let you out of my bed until we fly home.”
“If that’s a threat, you’ll have to do better,” she said and wrapped her legs around his hips. “Now, fuck me, cowboy.” She couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. Never had she been so crude, but if Brock’s responding grin told her anything, it was that he loved it.
He poised the tip of his dick at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. It felt wonderful, an itch that was finally getting scratched.
Pulling back, he thrust in again, going deeper. On the third thrust, he filled her completely. His balls spanked her ass with each pounding shove of his cock. The only sounds were wet flesh slapping against wet flesh and his grunts with each stroke. His fingers burrowed grooves into the globes of her bottom. Her back hit the glass wall and slid up with each commanding thrust of his rock–hard dick. She knew she wouldn’t last long and she didn’t. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Hard and fast. She screamed.
Two hard thrusts later, Brock pushed in and held as his own climax hit. He filled her so completely that she could feel the pulse as he ejaculated.
Breathless, he dropped his head onto the wall next her ear.
“Damn. Just…” He blew out a long breath. “Let me catch my breath.”
She laughed and kissed him. “We’re going to get pruney if we stay in here.”
His chuckle was deep and vibrated her chest. “I’ll soap you if you’ll soap me.”
“Deal.”
As usual, Brock awoke early. Not as usual, there was an incredible woman in his bed. As Hank had said the morning Brock had received his early Christmas gift, Brock was more accustomed to bar hook–ups where he could leave as soon as the deed was done. That sounded so cold, now that he thought about it. But he’d always made sure the lady got what she needed too.
However, oral sex wasn’t something he passed out like Valentine candy. With Natalie, he’d been almost frantic to taste her. She’d been like a drug. He wanted more. He craved more.
Behind him, a very naked Natalie Diamond lay curled on her side, her hand alongside her face. Her thick, blonde hair lay in waves and curls on the pillow. Her side dipped in at her waist then flared again at her hips.
He wanted to grab her, take her from behind, but he’d had her three times more after they’d gone to bed, the last one being only a couple of hours ago.
This was crazy. She was making him crazy. Her laugh, her smile and, hell’s bells, even wrapping one of the curls in her hair around his finger made his balls ache with need. His cock strained with a morning erection.
Natalie drew in a deep breath and let it out. Her eyelids flickered open. She stared across the room for a moment then rolled to her back and looked up at him. A smile slowly stretched across her lips.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning to you. Sleep good?”
She stretched her arms over her head, which pulled the sheet down, exposing her plump breasts. His cock, already stiff, grew painfully rigid at the sight.
“Hmm,” she purred. “I feel wonderful.”
He leaned over and caught her breast in his lips, sucking it hard and deep into his mouth, while rolling the nipple of her other breast between his fingers. He pulled her nipple, loving how it stretched and elongated at his touch.
Natalie threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled, as she moaned and shifted her hips on the mattress. When she scratched her nails into his scalp, he sucked firmly on one nipple and pinched the other.
“God, that feels so good,” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Instead, he shoved the sheet down to her knees, where he could catch it with his foot and jerk it off the bed. Then he slipped his free hand between her thighs and found her hot and wet and ready for him.
“Damn, woman,” he growled. “You’re so wet.” He slid a finger up and down her cleft. “So fucking wet.”
When he pushed three fingers inside, she arched up from the bed with a cry. She moved her hips back and forth as he slid in and out.
“That’s right, Nat. Fuck my fingers. Come all over my hand.”
She groaned and pumped herself on his fingers. A flush started on her chest and climbed up her neck to her cheeks. She was fucking beautiful as she strained to reach her climax. What someone like her was doing with a rough cowboy like him baffled him, but damned if he was going to ask any questions. Arousal fluid poured from her onto his hand and he ached to suck her dry. When he pulled his hand from her, her head whipped up.
“What’s wrong?”
The frantic look on her face made him laugh.
“Not a damn thing that my mouth on you won’t fix.”
He grabbed a pillow off the floor. “Lift your hips.”
She did and he crammed the pillow under them, raising her higher on the mattress. That put her at a perfect height for his mouth and his eyes.
He sucked her sex between his lips as he stabbed his tongue into her valley. Fluid gushed into his mouth as he drank from her. Shoving his hands under her ass, he slid his middle finger down her ass crack and he wondered if she would stop him from fingering her there.
She didn’t. Instead, she shifted slightly to give him better access to the opening.
He pressed his middle finger in up to his first knuckle. She gasped. She was tight, so tight he suspected anal play wasn’t something she did often, if ever. He stopped everything and waited for a minute.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she grunted out as she pressed her ass down on his finger.
He pushed his finger in up to the middle knuckle. She hissed and then moaned.
He pulled his finger back and thrust it all the way in, roughly and firmly. She wiggled.
“Feel good?” he asked and ran his tongue around her clit.
“Can’t. Speak,” she gasped out.
He sucked her rigid nub into his mouth while he turned his finger in her ass. She bucked and cried out his name.
He pulled away from her long enough to slide on a condom, then drove his dick deep inside her. She was still coming. That realization punched him in the gut. She dug her heels into the bed and pushed as he pounded into her. Her second climax came quickly. He lasted only one more stroke before he followed her over the edge.
As they lay with their limbs entwined, Brock’s mind worked to understand the emotions flooding him. Emotions he hadn’t expected and definitely emotions he hadn’t felt for anyone other than family in a long, long time.
Chapter Nine
The days passed quickly. Too quickly in Natalie’s opinion. She only went back to her cabin for changes of clothes. She spent every night with Brock, in his bed, in his arms.
Today was December twenty–third, the last day with Brock. Natalie sighed and rolled onto her back. When she reached for him, the bed was empty, but that wasn’t all that surprising. She’d discovered quite quickly that he rose with the chickens, as her grandmother used to say.
Pulling the covers up to her chin, she stared at the ceiling and thought about the past nine days. The entire vacation felt like the best erotic dream Natalie had ever experienced. Days had been ideal. Sunny. Mid–seventies. Light breezes.
The nights might have been fantasies, only she could have never dreamed these up. Her sexual experiences consisted mostly of her giving Tim oral sex, him responding with a couple of minutes of foreplay and then sex in the missionary position.
Sex with Brock had opened her eyes to a whole new world. A world where she wasn’t responsible for her own pleasure. A world where nothing was taboo. Her approach to life and love would never be the same. She was reborn and starting all over with love.
She pulled his pillow to her and wrapped her arms around it.
How do you thank a man for opening you to new feelings?
New realities?
And worse, how do you let go and forget a man like Brock Wade?
She had to. She knew that. This was a vacation fling. Pure and simple. Neither of them asked the other for anything but a good time. He had delivered on that. She hoped he felt the same way.
In fact, she hoped he left with wonderful memories of their time together. While she could admit she wasn’t ready for it to be over, that admission would only be to herself. Never to him. She didn’t want to be the type of woman who clung like ivy to bricks to a guy just because they’d had sex.
“Morning, gorgeous.”
If nothing else, Brock had been great for her self–esteem.
Brock stood in the doorway, a cup of coffee in each hand. She scooted up in bed.
“Coffee in bed. I could get used to this.” Even as the words left her mouth she wanted to cringe at the implication that she might be suggesting something long term. But Brock didn’t notice or at least didn’t give any indication that he noticed.
“You know, this coffee could come with strings attached,” he said, walking over to the bed.
Natalie hiked an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“I don’t know yet. Naked bowling, maybe.”
She burst out laughing at the image that formed in her mind. “That might not be a pretty sight.”
He grinned and handed her a cup. His face sobered. “Our last day.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch at his words. So he’d realized it too.
“I know.” She sipped the black gold from the cup and sighed. “They do have the best coffee here.”
He hip–bumped her. “Scoot over.”
When she did, he sat on the mattress, leaned against the headboard, and stretched out his legs.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” Natalie asked. “Parasailing again? Jet skis? Shopping? Yacht ride around the harbor?”
He laughed at the last one. “No yachts.” His face got pensive. “A last ride around the resort, a nice dinner catered to the terrace, and you by my side. That’s what I want for today.”
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