Erotic Encounters (7 page)

“Just relax, honey. Don’t tense up.” He playfully nipped at each of her ass cheeks with his lips. “Are you okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More than okay.” She purred her contentment.

“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so.” He eased the tip of the butt plug into her puckered entrance.

She struggled to get the words out. “I’ve never felt…oh, God…anything like this. I can’t even think straight…Dane…” Her words trailed off into soft moans.

His hard cock throbbed with his need for her touch, for the moist heat of her pussy and the way her muscles squeezed and stroked his length. But his needs would have to wait. He couldn’t allow his churning passion to rush her as if this were an everyday occurrence.

He slowly pushed on the plug, pausing several times so she could accommodate the size and feel as it penetrated her body. Soft moans and sensual gasps, her sounds of sexual excitement fed his heightened arousal while also providing him a sense of contentment knowing he was giving her pleasure. When he finally had the plug fully inserted, he reached around her hips and gently massaged her stiff clit. She remained on her knees and elbows. Her ragged breathing turned into cries of delight, her words barely understandable.

“I want you…want your cock…your mouth…all of you…oh, God…that’s incredible.”

Shasta knew the vibrating butt plug would be different than anything she had experienced, but she had no idea just how different. Or how intensely exciting.

But she wanted more. Her pussy throbbed with need. Her muscles convulsed, looking for something to grab hold of. Her mind fogged as her ability to think faded, leaving only the torrid sensations coursing through her. She tried to wiggle out from under his body, and he backed away.

“I want to be on top.” Before he could answer, she shoved him onto this back and straddled his chest. His stiff cock bobbed in front of her face, the head a deep purplish-red. She laved it with the flat of her tongue, the texture and action fueling her excitement. Then she took it into her mouth.

A moment later his arms wrapped around her hips and pulled her pussy down to his mouth. He nibbled at her clit with his lips and teased it with his tongue. He added to her pleasure by grasping the butt plug and sliding it in and out of her ass. All the intense sensations merged into one. The butt plug vibrated inside her. Her clit felt as if it would burst any moment. She took more of his length into her mouth.

Everything at once. So much. Almost too many sensations. It all seemed to spin out of control. When the deep growl of pleasure clawed its way out of his throat and reverberated against her clit, her last vestige of conscious control exploded in an incendiary flash. The most intense climax of her life crashed through her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria claimed her.

Then she felt Dane shudder. He pulled his cock out of her mouth a moment before his climax released spurts of semen.

“I didn’t want to presume…” His barely discernible words were a husky whisper.

She responded to his concern by placing a tender kiss on his cock head and flicking the remaining droplets into her mouth with her tongue while gently cradling his balls.

Neither of them moved as the exhaustion swept over their bodies. Only the vibrations of the butt plug continued to accompany their combined gasps for air.

****

Sunlight filtered in around the edges of the bedroom drapes. Dane opened one eye and tried to focus on the clock across the room. Eleven o’clock. It had been about six hours since they fell asleep. He glanced at the nightstand. Three empty condom packets, and then there were the numerous adventures that hadn’t required a condom.

And the best part was, Shasta Brooks still nestled next to him as she slept. He watched her, the rise and fall of her perfect breasts as she took slow even breaths. Hot sex. Sizzling passion. Tender intimacy. And a closeness he couldn’t even begin to describe. One he hadn’t believed possible.

As much as he wanted to be with her, the possibility of where their time together could lead equally frightened him. Perhaps even more than he was willing to admit. Being committed to someone, not being able to do as he pleased when he pleased, needing to take someone else into consideration when a decision had to be made…all of it scared him. He had sworn he would never be tied to anyone, especially after what he had experienced in the past.

And then there was the deeper fear, the one that said he didn’t know how to take care of or participate in a committed relationship. He had no role models during his upbringing, no one to learn from. If he tried and failed, where would that leave him? The concept of losing Shasta…well, it was unfathomable.

Shasta stirred, intruding into his thoughts and providing him with a welcome distraction from the direction those thoughts had been headed.

“Good morning, lovely lady. How did you sleep?” He pulled her to him and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Mmm…I slept marvelously well.” She kept her eyes shut as she ran her hands across the hard planes of his chest. “My sleep was filled with erotic dreams that didn’t even come close to the reality of last night.”

He kissed her again, a kiss that started out gentle but quickly escalated as she returned his ardor. He ran his hand down her back and across her perfectly rounded rear end, then slipped his fingers between her legs, seeking out the moist heat of her pussy. Her soft moan fed into his rapidly growing arousal. His rigid shaft pulsed with desire. “How about breakfast in bed?”

He teased the corner of her mouth with his lips, moved down the side of her neck and finally arrived at her breasts. He suckled for a moment, then allowed her nipple to slip from his mouth. “I’ve found something to nibble on, and I can’t think of a better way to start the day.”

She wiggled her hand between their bodies until she could wrap it around his cock. “Mmm…I found something I’d like to get closer to.” His soft moan in response to her touch excited her as much as the feel of his hardness.

Tremors of increased arousal coursed through her body as he worked his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her quick pelvic thrust set her hips in a rocking motion against his hand. All the intensity of the night’s lovemaking came rushing back, engulfing her in the heated frenzy. Once again, he had propelled her to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.

He had manipulated her clit in a manner that had produced multiple orgasms for her last night, and this morning was no different. The deliciously familiar sensations pulsed deep inside. Her abdominal walls clenched and her clit throbbed. Her entire body teetered on the brink of release. Cries of rapture accompanied the convulsions as her pussy muscles squeezed his fingers. Her chest heaved as she filled her lungs with air.

Shasta grabbed one of the remaining condom packets from the nightstand and ripped it open with trembling fingers as she scooted back until she straddled his thighs. Slowly, sensually, almost as if it was an integral part of a mating ritual, she rolled the condom onto his rigid shaft. The glow of passion reached out to her from the depths of his turquoise eyes.

Dane grabbed her around the waist, lifted, then gradually lowered her wet pussy onto his stiff erection. Inch by inch until she was completely impaled on his hard shaft. Her pussy muscles seized him and held on. He paused to catch his breath, the power of the sensation literally robbing him of the ability to breathe.

Her uncombed auburn hair framed her face in a wild display of sensual earthiness, a look that radiated pure sex. Her emerald eyes held the same wildly uninhibited look that always jumped his heartbeat into high gear. And after last night, he knew just how delightfully and surprisingly uninhibited she could be.

He managed to force out a few words. “You are the sexiest…hottest…most exciting woman…”

She rocked back and forth, each motion tugging his cock and spurring his arousal. He cupped her swaying breasts, kneading the firm flesh. Her movements became more erratic, her rocking more of a grinding as the levels of euphoria drove her harder and faster. The look of total abandon covered her face with a smoldering desire that reached out to him, sending a hot jolt through his body directly to his throbbing cock.

He grabbed her hips to guide her into a rhythmic ride. Her level of arousal excited him. Seeing her in the throes of orgasm, feeling her pussy walls contract sharply around his shaft, experiencing her convulsions as they surged through her body…everything about her pushed him closer and closer to his own release.

She gave a final gasp and slumped forward against his chest, triggering the churning in his balls, followed by hard spasms shuddering through his body as his semen gushed into the condom.

She trembled in his arms, her gasps for air matching his own. He caressed her shoulders, skimmed his hands down her back and cupped her ass. He held her hips tightly against his. He didn’t want to let go, to relinquish his hold on the precious gift she had shared with him…the gift of herself. A gift to treasure for all time.

After several minutes of quiet, he placed tender kisses on her forehead, her cheek and her lips. She responded with the same. He savored the taste of her mouth and reveled in the creamy texture of her skin.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, then raised up so that she sat straddling his hips. She brushed a stray lock of his tawny blond hair from his forehead. “Now that’s the way to start the morning. I’ll race you to the shower, then we’ll see what’s in my refrigerator for breakfast.” She glanced at the clock. “Maybe we’d better think about lunch instead.”

****

“I’m back.” Dane’s voice called from the front door.

“On the patio. Grab yourself a cup of coffee and join me.” Shasta listened as he went to the bedroom, then to the kitchen. She heard the refrigerator door open, then close. A warm sensation flowed through her. It felt very comfortable having him walk into her house and make himself at home. What would it be like to have him call to her from the front door every evening to announce that he was home?

A moment later, he appeared at the patio door, carrying a mug of coffee, and settled himself into the chair next to hers.

A sly grin played across his lips, almost like a little boy with a secret he couldn’t hold in one minute longer. “I stopped by the grocery store and picked up a little something for later.”

“Oh? Anything you’d care to tell me about?”

He leaned over and brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “It’s a surprise.”

“You weren’t gone very long. You must not live far from me.”

“All this time, I’ve only lived about ten minutes away from you and never knew it. I only had to grab a few things from home. It’s not like I was packing for a long trip, just the weekend.”

His words circulated through her mind.
Just the weekend
. Was that all it was to him, just a fantasy weekend of fun and games? Monday morning things return to the way they were?

She watched him as he sipped his coffee. His gaze seemed to be fixed on something far away, something not even real, as he stared out across her backyard. What thoughts went through his mind? What did he want? A moment of sadness welled inside her. She looked away.

What secrets had he held on to when he started to explain his night job as the Macho Marauder, male stripper extraordinaire?

He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it an intimate little squeeze as he offered a warm smile. “It’s a beautiful day. Would you like to do something? Take a ferry boat ride? Do a harbor tour? Go for a walk along the waterfront?”

She returned his smile. “Any of those would be fun.”

“Let’s do a harbor tour, then have dinner somewhere. How about the restaurant at the top of the Space Needle? I’ll call and make dinner reservations.”

“You mean like an actual date?” She may have injected a teasing quality into her voice accompanied by a wry grin, but the question had a much deeper meaning to her, something not nearly as casual as she had made it sound.

He held eye contact for a long moment, as if trying to delve to the bottom of her soul in a quest to know everything about her. A little tremor of anxiety fluttered inside her. Incredible hot sex. A no holds barred fantasy weekend. She could keep up that charade, not wanting to put any undue pressure on him.

But for her? Things had moved fast and furious, leaving the original fantasy far behind and presenting her with a new one. A fantasy that she didn’t dare dwell on or mention.

A fantasy about Dane Wingate and what the future could be with him.

“Yes.” He pulled her into his arms. His voice dropped to a mere whisper as he cradled her head against his shoulder. “The date I should have asked you for a long time ago.”

As much as his words touched her heart with an intimate warmth, they probably meant far more to her than he intended. She had to keep things in the proper perspective.

****

The afternoon passed quickly, a time of relaxed togetherness. They strolled along the waterfront hand in hand, took the Elliott Bay boat tour of the harbor, then drove to the Seattle Center for an early dinner at the Space Needle. They were seated at a window table in the revolving restaurant and enjoyed the marvelous changing views of Puget Sound, the Cascade Mountains and the Olympic Mountains as they ate. To all outward appearances, they seemed to be a couple in love.

As they returned to Shasta’s house, the emotions fueled by a perfect day with the most incredible man she had ever known welled inside her only to be tempered by the same nagging concern that had been gnawing at her. The one that said he was hiding something, and that something represented the wedge preventing them from truly being together.

“I can’t remember the last time I spent such a delightful afternoon. It’s been a long time since I was at the Space Needle.” Her feelings for him choked her words. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” Dane took her hand in his and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. His voice turned soft as he fought to keep the emotion out of it, an emotion he wasn’t ready to confide or share. An emotion that didn’t…that
couldn’t
…have any place in his life. At least not at that time. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken an afternoon to be carefree and enjoy myself. And to have an entire weekend to spend with someone so special.”