Breathe You In (28 page)

“Yes, oh, yes.”

“Good, because I’m going to. I’m going to fuck
your ass so hard. So hard to show you how much I love you.” As he spoke he
circled a lubed finger around the tight rim of my anus.

I trembled, as I always did, just before he
penetrated me. The anticipation of the pleasure I knew he could give was almost
unbearable.

He sank back down on my cock, sucking and
rippling his tongue. At the same time he delved one long, strong finger into my
tightly puckered hole.

I gasped and stretched my legs wider across the
mattress. Drew up my knees, and offered myself to him, as completely open as I
could be.

One finger turned into two. He tunneled and
probed, stroking over my prostate in a teasing, tickling way. I bucked my hips
for more, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Behind my tightly shut
eyelids fireworks exploded. The need to grab that first step to orgasm raged
through me and I struggled to control it.

His mouth was busy, so was his tongue. My cock
pulsed against his palate, the veins so engorged they ached. When he added a
third finger I feared I might come. My bollocks were retracting, burying
themselves up into the base of my shaft, the pressure inside boiling up to a
bubbling throb.

“Oh, God, Nick, please, be careful, I’m going
to...”

He must have heard the desperation in my voice
for he eased the wild fretting of his tongue and slowed his wicked, pumping
fingers.

I grabbed a deep breath and sought my control
once more. Found it, just, and hung on.

“Come here,” I said, tugging at his shoulders,
“Please, come here.”

Keeping his fingers buried in my ass and
scissoring gently, he released my cock and began to spread kisses up over my
flat belly, dipping into the indentation of my navel then licking up toward my
nipples.

“I want you so much,” I said breathlessly.
“Nick, please, fuck me, hurry.”
He responded by giving my right nipple a
sharp bite.
I fisted the sheet with one hand and gripped his head with
the other. The sting of pain when I was so aroused was an extra blissful
sensation. I harnessed the endorphins the sore spot produced and added them to
the heightened state I was basking in.

He treated my other nipple to the same bite.
Sank his fingers knuckle deep in my ass, twisting and turning them industriously
as he went.

“Ah, ah,” I panted, arching my back and knocking
my hips into his warm, muscular body.

“Oh, I love it when you want me so much,” he
said, licking his way along the taut tendons of my neck. “It makes me feel so
alive.”

“I want you all right.” I wrapped my hand around
his nape and pulled him in for a hot, panting kiss. My tongue searching and
needy, slippery and desperate.

He fed me wild kiss for wild kiss. Pumping into
me and rubbing my excited prostate with unrelenting fingertips.

I tore my mouth from his. “Please, your cock. I
want to come with your cock in me.”

He stared into my eyes. The silvery glow of the
moonlight made his sparkle and look so brown they appeared black.

Without a word he pulled his fingers from my
tight hole, and sat back on his haunches. He reached for a tube of lube and
quickly greased up his dark, jutting cock. Had I not been feeling so desperate,
I would have snapped forward and done it for him, but my hunger to have him
sinking into my ass was overwhelming and I wanted nothing to get in the way of
Nick fucking me.

I clutched my kneecaps, drawing my legs up so my
thighs were pressed against my torso.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” he said in a
growling voice and directed the wide, mushroomed head of his cock at my up-tilted
anus.

Relax! I was a coiled spring about to
unwind—spectacularly.

I held my breath and studied his face as he
pushed in past that first barrier. The heat of his cock and the chill of the
lube was exquisite, a beautiful contrast. I watched his lips pull back over his
teeth and his eyes shut tight. He loved this first bit, the stretch, the entry,
he often told me. So did I. We’d made love a million times in a million
different ways but it was always special, he always made me feel so adored.

“Ah, yes, that’s it, fuck, Josh, yeah, squeeze
me tight, tighter, yes, yes.” He hissed in a breath.

I clamped my anus as he slid in, a smooth glide
that filled me to bursting point. He didn’t stop until his bollocks hit my ass
cheeks, the sparse hairs tickly and the soft skin cool.

My fingernails dug into my shins, my hips were
stretched apart, and as he dropped his weight to kiss me, my knees clamped
against the sides of his torso.

Instead of setting up a pulling in-and-out
rhythm, Nick began to rock, the hard stalk of his cock massaging my special
internal place perfectly, my own shaft trapped between our bodies.

“You like your final present?” he asked into my
mouth.

“Yes, yes, oh, God, yes.” I held his cheeks and
cupped my palms over his wide, angled jawline. “Yes, Nick, oh God, I love you
so much.”

“And I love you, more than anything else in the
world. Now come for me, come hard and long, and don’t hold anything back, let
me hear how good I, your husband, makes you feel.”

He deepened his entry and dropped his weight
farther. I gave myself up to him. Nothing else existed except for Nick and the
glorious way he made me come. His big, solid dick up my ass, and the coarse
hairs on his abdomen scraping deliciously over my engorged shaft was my own
personal heaven.

“Ah, yes, fucking hell, I love you, yes, yes,
yes,” I cried out. Deep within me there was an explosion and my ass pulsed into
a series of powerful contractions. My bollocks fired out the pressure that had
been building, shooting it up my shaft and jettisoning it between our frantic
bodies.

“Ah, you sound so fucking awesome when you
come,” he groaned.


“Oh, you’re so deep, don’t stop, keep going,
take every last bit of me.”


This seemed to tip Nick over the edge, and
instead of rocking he lifted up and began to pound in and out of my quivering
ass. Slapping up against my butt cheeks and thighs with each devastating
thrust.

I stretched my arms up and grabbed hold of the
slats in the headboard. Allowed him to own my body. Use it to take himself to
an ecstatic high.

“Fucking hell, that’s it, that’s it,” he
shouted, forging in fast and hard then freezing at the hilt.

I peeled open my eyes and reveled in the
sensation of his cock spurting into me, filling my ass with his need and his
hot cum.

“Oh, my God,” he cried, gripping my waist and
impaling me farther onto his
spasming
shaft. “That’s
so good, so fucking good.”

Still clutching the headboard, I braced my heels
on the bed as he rammed into me twice more, shuddering out his climax. He was
so hard and long, sometimes I wondered how the hell he fit inside me when his
cock was at its maximum length and girth, just before he
orgasmed
.

“Oh, yes,” he panted, dropping down and burying
his face in my neck.

I allowed my legs to flop to the sides, released
the headboard and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I held him close as he
trembled and his heart beat wildly.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his razor-short
hair.

“For what?”


“For such a wonderful anniversary. It’s been
perfect.”


“You’re perfect,” he said, kissing my neck. “I
can’t imagine my life without you. I would do anything for you, you know that.”


“The feeling is mutual,” I said, stoking
my fingers down his damp back, dipping into the gutter of his spine and feeling
the first rise of his buttocks. “We will be together forever, no matter what
happens. You must always remember that.”

Chapter
One - Laura

Okay, so Marbella had been a long way to go for
a weekend and had maxed out the credit card, but I just had to escape the gray
June London was offering. Where were the ice-cream-coated kids, the heavy,
week-old smog, and the sun-screened bodies lounging in the parks?

Looking around the endless beach, it seemed all
the sticky kids and the suntanned torsos had made the same decision as
me—to get the hell out of the city and closer to the Equator.

I stretched back on my lounger and stared at the
horizon. The sea was the color of a Ceylon sapphire, a pale crystal blue with
just a few frothy waves breaking on the surface. The fine sand, a vivid gold,
was interrupted only by bright bikinis, colorful swim trunks and the odd
striped windbreak. It was a like a scene from a travel brochure, which was just
as well since my latest photographic assignment was about the masses escaping
the dismal British weather.

I clicked away on my Nikon digital. Took a shot
of two children building a sandcastle, then turned and zoomed in on a waiter
delivering an umbrella-and-cherry- strewn cocktail to a woman in a white bikini
on a white sun bed beneath a white parasol. I studied the image, slurped up the
last of my own fruity, rum-laced cocktail, then turned my lens to sea. A
beautiful yacht broke the surface and I snapped its graceful profile; it was
almost silhouetted because of the dense sunshine. I reduced my zoom and scanned
the ebbing waves. Several kids splashed noisily, an elderly couple walked past
hand in hand, and then, then a buff beach God strolled out of the water.

It was as if every cell in my body magnetically
tuned in to him. A fizzing sensation of awareness buzzed over my skin. I caught
my breath and skimmed my gaze over him. It was a Daniel Craig moment, but this
was a million times better, because
this
perfect specimen of manhood was
here, breathing the same air as me, walking on the same sand as my lounger
rested on.

I clicked away, keen to immortalize that broad,
angular chest the color of a perfect apple-pie crust. I needed to record that
slim waist, wall of bricked abs and tight navy swim trunks. His thighs were
wide with muscles, tensing with each step he took out of the waves.

My index finger went on overdrive as he scraped
back his wet hair, the action causing his torso to stretch and amplify his
sumptuous oblique muscles angling down to his shorts. I licked my lips,
straightened my back and thought what perfect shots I’d have.

He was getting closer. He’d left the gentle
push-pull of the ebbing waves and was now on dry powdery sand. Kicking up
little clouds behind himself with each step.

Suddenly my mouth dried and I swallowed. He was
staring straight at me. I took one last indulgent shot then lowered my lens. In
an instant my heart rate shot to dangerous levels. By reducing my zoom the lens
had fooled me into thinking he was farther away than he was. The glaring truth
was his broad shadow was just about to engulf me. Swallow me whole.

I stared up into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
They were the exact shade of the cloudless sky above me. He pushed his hair
back again; it was dark blond and several long tendrils flopped straight back
over his forehead. His parted his lips, as if to speak, then closed it and
tipped his mouth into a smile instead.

If I’d been hot before, now I was on fire. His
smile was enough to cause my bikini briefs to spontaneously combust. Wide
sensuous lips, the lower one a little plump, screamed sin. Good, hot, dirty
sin. Oh, it had been so long since I’d enjoyed the benefit of a sexy man’s
mouth on my body.

I matched his smile, lifted my shades to the top
of my head and rested back on my lounger. Enjoyed his gaze roaming down my body
and was glad I’d opted for my favorite red bikini that morning. It had tiny
white polka dots and the halter-neck top was especially flattering on my small
breasts.

But despite his appreciative expression he
didn’t slow down. He kept on walking, stepped right past me, so close that tiny
grains of sand from his passing feet sprinkled onto my magazine and beach bag.
I stared at his long limbs, wishing I wasn’t such a sucker for a handsome face
and mouthwatering body.

It was then I spotted his wedding ring.

Damn.

Just my bloody luck.

I sighed and dropped my shades over my eyes. How
typical was that? Though of course I should have known. The good ones were
always taken. It seemed to be one of life’s irritating nuances, the older you
got and the more keen you were to settle down, the less men there were to
choose from.

I shut my eyes and tried not to feel jealous of
the lucky woman who would be getting a drippy, salt-laden kiss from that
beautiful mouth right now. Running her hands over sun-warmed, smooth skin and
giggling as he whispered what dirty things he would do to her later, in bed. I
squeezed my legs together and my clit gave a little tug behind my bikini
briefs. There would be no man in my bed tonight, just my trusty Rampant Rocker
vibrator. Rocky, as I affectionately called him, had been my only release for
nearly a year now. A string of disastrous relationships with men who said one
thing but meant another had led to a decision to take a year off from dating.
But that year was nearly up, and I wouldn’t say no to a man again. Even if it
was just for one night.