Gypsy Beach (12 page)

The wind outside whipped against the sliding
glass doors. The rain poured. Ryan didn’t give a damn. All that
mattered was tasting more of her delectable flavors. That spicy
sweet heat of her perfumed the air and filled his nostrils as he
worked. Utter perfection filled his mouth.

“So sweet, baby, like candy made all for me,”
he grunted before spinning his tongue up her right lip and then
down her left. With another gentle parting of her with his thumbs,
he encapsulated her clit and began to suck. The very essence of her
was like nothing he could ever have conjured in a fantasy. His mind
spun with craving need, but he denied himself everything. He owed
her much more than this. His cock would just have to wait, though
he was already hung so thickly he ached. He supposed a ten-year
case of blue balls would have that effect.

He brushed his tongue in syncopation over her
now-throbbing clit. Her body began to quake. Her thighs tightened
against his five o’clock shadow. He rubbed the stubble against her,
abrading her skin while keeping his tongue moving in a soft
juxtaposition.

With a breathy, whimpered moan, she came. He
pushed her over. The heady power of that filled his body with
desperate greed. Her entire body trembled as he continued to feast
on what he’d just elicited from her.

Her breath eluded her. She reached for him,
grasping his shoulders. Her need was the only thing that could have
made him move from her sweet little pussy. Climbing up the bed
beside her, he wrapped her up in his arms. “I’m not near done,
sweetheart.”

Another breathy moan met his vow as she
tucked herself tightly against him. “Ryan, I’m scared.” Finally,
she couldn’t pretend anymore. After he’d given her a momentary
distraction, she’d let the fear back in.

“I know you’re scared, baby. I’m scared, too,
but us being apart, for me, has been a disaster. I missed you every
single day, and I missed this every single night. When we’re
finished here, I’m going to hold you all night long. Tomorrow,
we’ll talk about everything that happened and how we can put this
back together. Please know that I never meant to hurt you, and that
I will never allow anything to hurt you again.”

He lifted her chin and kissed her again. He
knew she could taste the essence of herself on his tongue. The
thought nearly drove him over, and he hadn’t even undressed.
Reminding himself that he’d been a newbie out on his first run
their first time, he ordered himself to maintain his slipping
control.

Her fingers located the hem of his shirt, and
she worked it up his chest. He helped her shed it quickly. His eyes
rolled back in his head as her hands tracked up and down his pecs
and her tongue taunted his nipples.

When her hand grasped the fierce bulge she
felt in his jeans, he was certain he was going to lose his mind. He
had to stop her. He wasn’t going to last. It had been too long.
He’d dreamt of this far too many times.

“Baby, stop.” He caught her hand. “You’re
just too much. Too sweet. Too beautiful. Too perfect. I’ve imagined
having you again so many times. I need to bring you over and over.
Your orgasms need to be a foregone conclusion. I need you
thoroughly satisfied before I ever grant myself the extreme
pleasure of taking you again, because I’m not going to last. I’m
gonna lose it all in your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh, my God,” she groaned as he wasted no
time slicking his fingers with her dew.

His control evaporated with every thundered
beat of his heart, as he pressed inside of her and tried to prepare
for the assaulting memories. “So damn tight, baby,” he groaned in
exultation. She could barely manage two of his fingers. Her body
squeezed in around them. How incredible would that feel against his
cock? No wonder he’d lost it all in one half-thrust all those years
before. A man could only sustain so much perfection.

She squirmed, and he felt her body ease open
under his coaxing persuasion. She began to grind against his hand.
He watched her ass clench as her body pulled his roving fingers
deeper. That thick, plump ass always did him in.

She used to complain about having to buy
extra-small bikini tops and much larger bottoms, but as a shameless
ass-man, Ryan thought she was absolute perfection. His mind filled
with erotic images of flipping her over on her knees, grasping her
waist, and fucking her thoroughly from behind. Making those sweet
little ass cheeks slap against him as he took her hard. He wanted
to study that seductive tattoo in detail, preferably while his
hands massaged over it.

Tonight, though, she needed to be reassured
of his love. She needed to be worshipped and cared for completely,
but maybe next time, after he’d convinced her that they could
somehow make this work, then he could take her to all new heights
in their bedroom.

Sienna could no longer hear the storm over
the anthem of exquisite need that Ryan was strumming from her body.
His fingers located the tightly coiled nerves of her g-spot, and he
began to stroke.

It was perfect and maddening, and all she
was capable of was moaning her adamant approval, but she needed
more. She needed to be full. She needed to be taken. She didn’t
want to worry anymore. She wanted his thick substantiality to choke
out all of her fear. She wanted his cock. Her body writhed and
begged for her when she couldn’t remember how to make her mouth
formulate words.

With one more fervent stroke, he drew another
orgasm from deep within her. If he really intended to make up for
ten years’ worth of orgasms, she was a more than willing
participant in this particular form of repayment. Her body shook as
the orgasm rose from her mound and propelled outwards to her limbs.
She wasn’t certain how many more she could withstand. She felt weak
against his primal strength.

To complete the perfection of their evening
thus far, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked the cum
he’d just forced from her body, as if he really couldn’t get
enough. Something between a breathy moan and a hungry growl shook
from her lungs.

“Watching you lose it all for me is the
sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, but I can’t wait anymore, baby. I
need to make you mine. I need to be inside of that tight little
pussy. All mine, all night, and forever. I’ll be right back.” Ryan
stood and shed his jeans and briefs in one quick move.

Sienna managed to lean up on her elbows,
certain she looked like a bedraggled mess after all of that, but
another voracious moan of approval lit from Ryan. He leaned back in
for another kiss. “So, fucking sexy, baby. Let me go get a
condom.”

With the image of Sienna in his bed, her hair
in a wild mane, her cheeks flushed with the stain of the climaxes
he’d provided, her pussy tender and ready, and her breasts swollen,
pert, and anxious emblazoned in his frontal cortex, Ryan sprinted
to the hallway.

Fuck! I don’t have any condoms
. Not
having sex with anyone other than himself for the last few years
had not prepared him for the opportunity to rectify the last
decade. He flew to the bedroom where he’d spent one night with her
a ten years before. Throwing the bedside table drawer open, his
cock throbbed in elation, but then his mind berated him with the
stupidity of using a ten year old box of condoms.

Fuck
! He slammed the drawer shut and
raced to the bathroom, he threw open the medicine cabinet.
No,
no, no! Fuck it all!
He threw out dental floss, old bottles of
Visine, sunscreen, and a plastic jar of Noxzema that was probably
older than those condoms.

Heaving the cabinets below the sink open, he
dumped out towels, washcloths, a bag of cotton balls, and a Playboy
magazine, circa 1996, shoved in the very back, that he was certain
he’d lifted from his old man’s stash.

Fighting not to actually cry, he stood and
flung open one of the drawers. Shoving Calamine lotion and
toothpaste aside, his hand landed on a box in the very back.
Certain he had never been so thankful to have John Rowan as his
best friend, Ryan recalled letting John bring some chick out to the
beach house last summer. They’d been there a few weeks before the
storm had hit.

Wrapping his hands around one of the condoms,
Ryan held it like he’d been given precious metals and raced back to
Sienna.

She was still up on her elbows, and to
complete the picture of stunning sexuality that lay before him she
was giggling again. “That all sounded like you were a little
anxious,” she called him on his frantic race through the house.

“You have no idea.” His abashed chuckle was
cut short when she sat up and gently palmed his cock, and then spun
her fingertips up his shaft and over his head.

He bit back the command that threatened to
pour from his mouth, the order to suck him, to drink the salty
pearls of need that were now leaking steadily in anticipation of
her.

He didn’t have to ask. She complied without
any provocation. Her tongue wound around his head and licked him
clean.

“Oh my God, Sienna, you’re playing with fire,
baby. I really do not want to embarrass myself.”

With a devious smirk, she lifted her gaze
back to his and treated him with two deep sucks of his cock. She
pulled away and licked her lips. He saw the few drips of himself in
her mouth. It drove him to the brink of no return.

That expectant, hungry look, a duplicate of
the one she’d worn that night so many years before, met his gaze.
“Lay back, sweetheart.” He guided her back and ran his hands from
her neck over her breasts down her slender abdomen. He kissed his
way around that sexy belly button ring, then spun his tongue in her
navel, making her squirm.

He made quick work of the condom, rolling it
over himself as she watched in voracious anticipation. In one fluid
movement, he caught her hands and pinned them over her head against
the mattress. He prodded her with his head then pacified her clit
with another stroke of his cock. With a craving growl, he dipped
low and penetrated her with a demanding, urgent thrust.

“All mine.” His words and his body made the
same order. She fit him like she was made for him alone. He sank
into her feeling her ripple around him. It was absolute perfection.
He pressed harder, desperate for all of her, and she took him in
with ample generosity. Her body nursed away every single thing that
had gone so wrong and replaced it with her acceptance and what he
hoped was her love.

“More, please.” Her begging seared through
him, burning away every stupid mistake and tending every wound with
her heat. Releasing her hands, he reared up and began to pound into
her. Her body contorted beneath his as he baptized himself in the
only thing that could ever have saved him.

He grunted in an effort to deny himself the
explosion his body had craved for a solid decade. Sweat beaded on
his forehead. He pushed harder. He wasn’t going without her. His
hips picked up pace.

The tender trembles of her body milking his
cock licked like a consuming fire. Even through the condom, he
could feel every silken draw her body made.

“Come for me, Sienna. Just let go for me,” he
coaxed as he lost the ability to fight any longer. She complied in
an explosive release that rocketed through them both. His body
shook as he buried himself past his hilt and lost everything deep
inside of her. Every lonely, heartbreaking night wiped away, the
empty abyss filled, the frozen tundra melted, his world finally
settled, all because of her.

When he regained the ability to breathe and
his heart had located some kind of steadying beat, he slipped out
of her, making her shiver again. He couldn’t quite hide his smirk
as he disposed of the condom, turned out the lights, and cradled
her against his chest.

Her languid body, now thoroughly satiated,
tensed against him when thunder shook the glass paned doors.

“Still don’t like storms, huh?” His hands
gently soothed her and tucked her hair behind her shoulders so he
could whisper kisses against her temple.

She shook her head.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m right here.
Just go to sleep.”

“Promise?” she whispered in the darkness.

“I swear, baby. We’re gonna figure out how to
make this work. I’m not going anywhere.”

“What about…?”

“Tomorrow. We’ll figure it all out
tomorrow.”

More than relieved that she didn’t have to
think about everything that could so easily go wrong, Sienna
reveled in the contented exhaustion Ryan had given her. She’d never
felt so thoroughly satisfied. With a soft sigh, she decided that
tomorrow sounded like the perfect time to figure out the Inn, and
Ryan, and the last ten years.

Unable to hold her eyes open one moment
longer, she drifted off to sleep wrapped up in his arms, somehow
certain that he would keep the nightmares of reality at bay.

The storm
moved further down the coastline around midnight, and Ryan allowed
himself to sleep. He’d stayed awake until then to make certain that
the relentless thunder and streaks of lightening didn’t frighten
Sienna awake.

Just before five, she’d rolled in her sleep.
Ryan had begrudgingly released her, but she’d wiggled back against
him and had nestled his cock between the cheeks of her lush
backside. The elation that she wanted to be in his arms and pressed
against his skin, even in her sleep, and the feeling of her ass
surrounding him had been enough to keep him from having any desire
to return to slumber. He would’ve laid there with her like that for
the next week. This was how he was supposed to have woken up every
morning for the last ten years. This was how it always should have
been.

Just before the sun broke through the indigo
night skies, Ryan’s cell gave a shrill ring. He grunted and leaned
upwards to answer it while keeping Sienna tucked safely in his
arms.