On the Brink (Vol. 1) (The On the Brink Series) (9 page)

“Look.
Check this out.”

Shiny
and wet, polished by the waves, the rock was dark gray and egg-shaped. A
rougher circle of white stone was embedded in one side.

“That’s
really neat. I’ve never seen a rock like this before.” I turned it in my hands,
running my fingers along the white circle.

“I
found one similar to it on the beach when I was a kid. Anyway, I still have
mine, so this one is yours.”

“Thank
you,” I said. “It’s a wonderful keepsake.”

“Are
you cold?” Craig asked. “Here, take my sweater.” He pulled his cable knit
sweater over his head, and gently slid it over mine. Much too large, it smelled
deliciously of him. He stepped back, sweeping his eyes over my body.

“That
sweater’s never looked so good.” He put his arm around my waist, and I
reciprocated, my hand resting on his hip as we continued walking. We approached
the waterline, alone on the seemingly endless beach, and he pulled me into his
body and kissed me. As our bodies merged and our tongues met, my body came
afire, my desire for him intensifying with each caress. My hands moved of their
own accord, exploring the contours of his muscled torso.

After
all these weeks of being with each other, I was ready. My nipples ached for his
touch, and as if sensing this, his hands moved to my breasts, caressing their
tips. Reaching for his jeans, I began undoing his button fly. As the buttons
succumbed to my fingers, one by one, his thick erection surged beneath my
hands.

Craig
broke the kiss, looking deep into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Completely.”
I wanted this. I wanted him, with every fiber of my being.

“Let’s
take this back to the house, then.”

We
made our way back to the house, pausing several times to continue kissing. By
the time we reached the rear deck, I had been divested of both Craig’s sweater
and my blouse. Surrounded by dunes and a wooden slat fence, the deck was open
to the ocean air yet completely private, with a spacious hot tub at one end.

As
we continued to kiss, I began teasing his T-shirt upward. He raised his arms,
allowing me to pull the shirt over his head, fully revealing the hard muscle
that I had so far only felt. Reclaiming my lips with a heated kiss, he released
my bra, tossed it to one side, and knelt, drawing me gently to the deck, before
lowering his head to my naked breasts. His tongue alternately flicked and
circled my nipples, now rock hard, as his hands cupped and caressed. I moaned,
wanting more.

“Not
yet,” he murmured, as his tongue moved from one breast to the other. “I’m not
done here.” With one hand, he guided my jeans downward, followed by my dark
blue silk thong. Lowering his head, he parted the soft folds of flesh that
concealed my most sensitive parts, delicately stroking with the tip of a
finger, then with his tongue. My breath caught as his finger lightly penetrated
the inner wetness just beyond.

“You’re
so beautiful, Juliana. So hot and wet, so ready for me.”

He
added a second finger. Then a third. Longer, deeper strokes quickly pushed me
to the edge.

“Please,
Craig. I need you inside me,” I gasped.

“Greedy,
are we? You’ll get what you want... soon enough.”

I
couldn’t hold on any longer, and came in violent waves, my body shuddering its
release around his hand, as he pulled me into his body, wrapping a strong arm
around my waist.

“Now
you’re ready for me,” he said as he rose to his feet. Slowly, deliberately,
holding my eyes with his gaze, he removed his jeans and boxers, revealing an
impressive erection jutting from the dark curls between his beautifully muscled
legs.

He
reached for my hand, but the heat between us made me fearless, and I knew what
I wanted. Something I’d never done before, something I hadn’t ever imagined
wanting. I sank to my knees, the pounding of my heart merging with the distant
sound of the surf.

I
took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling lightly around the thick head of his
cock, exploring. Throwing caution to the wind I went with my intuition. He
tasted like the ocean air, salty and invigorating. Licking him thoroughly from
base to tip, I took his wet cock into my mouth again, deeper this time, gently
fondling his balls with one hand, stroking him with the other.

He
let out a groan, breathing heavily. “Ahhhh... If you keep doing that, I’m going
to lose control.”

I
met his eyes, letting him read my desire without missing a beat. Pulling him in
deeper and deeper. Sucking and caressing. I felt that he was close, so
instinctively, I picked up the pace, delicately tonguing him as I took him
deeper still.

He
came, calling my name and spurting volcanically. I took it all. After he
finished, he dropped to his knees, taking me into his arms. I could feel his
heart, still pounding from the force of his orgasm, as he held me against his
body.

“I
had no idea you were so... experienced.”

“Am
I?” I smiled mischievously at him, savoring the moment, enjoying his surprise.
“That was a first, at least the mouth part.”

“I
knew you were special from the moment we met, but my imagination didn’t extend
quite that far.”

“And
here I thought all those smoldering looks you’ve been giving me were about
sex.”

“Oh,
they were. I have to admit that I took you for more of an innocent, though.”

“You’re
not completely wrong,” I admitted. “My sexual experience is pretty minimal.
Adolescent fumbles, mostly. Just call me an almost-virgin.”

“I’m
a lucky man then. You have no idea where I can take you, where we can go
together.” His mischievous smile communicated the general direction of his
thoughts. Not that I objected. Not at all.

“Let’s
move to the hot tub,” he said, rising to his feet and extending a hand. “What
we just did was an appetizer. This calls for a five course meal.”

Chapter
Sixteen

I
sank into the hot, bubbling water, and leaned back into the seat. Craig climbed
in after me, seating himself, and then pulling me to him for a lingering kiss.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I realized that he was already hard again.

“Before
we go any further, I need you to know that I’m clean,” he said. “I have
protection, too, if you’d prefer.”

“No
need,” I replied. “I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen; it makes my
periods more manageable. I don’t have any health issues either.”

“Great.”
He grinned. “Condoms are, at best, a necessary evil. On the other hand, what
we’re going to do next requires at least one accessory. I’ll be back in a
minute.”

I
released him, easing back into the seat and closing my eyes, reveling in the
light pressure of the bubbling jets on my sensitized body, feeling newly,
ecstatically alive. I listened to the calls of seagulls and the rhythm of the
surf, absorbing the familiar sounds as if I’d never heard them before.

Hearing
Craig’s returning footsteps, I opened my eyes halfway, and watched him as he
squeezed something from a black bottle onto one hand and smoothed it over his
cock with both hands. Watching his elegant hands sliding back and forth on his
thick cock took my breath away. Anticipation and fear warred in my mind.

“Lube,”
he explained. “The water washes away your natural lubrication.” Joining me in
the water, he seated me on his lap again with my legs around his waist.

“Rest
your hands behind my head,” he instructed, “or on my shoulders. And keep them
there. No touching. This time, I’m doing all the touching.”

He
lowered his mouth to a nipple, and kneaded the other breast with one hand.
Simultaneously, his other hand found my clit where a finger began leisurely
circling. Unconsciously, I gripped his shoulders harder as my excitement built,
my initial fear dissolving into raw desire.

Lifting
me from the waist, he gently guided me onto his hard length, bringing me down
on him, then up, a little deeper with each stroke.

“You’re
so tight,” he murmured into my ear, caressing its outer rim with the tip of his
tongue. “A perfect fit for my cock.”

Amazingly,
he was right. As he penetrated me, deeper and deeper, I felt myself opening,
expanding to receive him. Eager for more. And more. As I approached climax, he
slowed the pace, making me feel every silky inch of him.

“Look
at me, Juliana. Look into my eyes and come for me.” Meeting his heated blue
gaze, the waves of sensation assaulting my body peaked.

I
collapsed against his chest as, with a final, powerful stroke, he came inside
me, releasing his hot seed in long spurts. Afterward, we lingered for a long
moment, both equally spent, his cock still inside me and my head against his
shoulder.

Craig
roused himself. “Time to get out. Too much time in the hot water and you’ll
fall asleep on me.” He grinned. “And I’m not ready for you to fall asleep just
yet.” He carefully lifted me off him, and climbed out of the hot tub, offering
a hand. Once I was back on the deck, he reached for a beige, fluffy pile of
robes and towels that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Here.”
He placed a beige cotton robe around my shoulders. “And a towel for your hair.”
I tied the robe in place and toweled my hair as Craig donned a similar robe.

“How
about a glass of wine by the fireplace?” he asked. “The sun is going down, and
it’s getting a little cold to be outside.”

“That
sounds great.” I followed him into the kitchen, where he picked up a bottle of
Côtes du Rhone from the sideboard.

“It’s
been breathing while we were in the hot tub. Should be alright to drink by now,
though it’ll be even better in twenty minutes or so.” He retrieved two
wineglasses, handed them to me, and then began rummaging in a cupboard. “Here
we are. I hope you like cheese.”

He
pulled out a small, cheese-filled crock, followed by a couple blocks of hard
cheese. He placed all three and a knife on a cheese board before taking the
board in one hand, and the wine bottle in the other.

I
trailed him to the stone fireplace and a pair of comfortable-looking leather
armchairs that flanked it. The fire, flames flickering and crackling, warmed
the large fur throw on the floor in front of it.

Craig
placed the cheese and wine on a low table, then seated himself on the throw,
pouring us each a glass of wine. I joined him on the throw, propping myself on
an elbow.

“The
cheeses are Saint-Marcellin, Cantal, and Comté,” he said, gracefully cutting
slivers from each. “Here. Try the Saint-Marcellin first.” He gently fed me a
piece, then ate one himself.

It
had a soft, buttery texture and a subtle mushroomy flavor. I’d never tasted
anything quite like it. Between sips of wine, Craig continued to feed me bits
of cheese. The Cantal turned out to be cheddar-like but crumbly, while the
Comté tasted of nuts.

The
wine, in combination with the fire, warmed me to my toes, and each brush of
Craig’s fingertips against my lips fed my desire. The sense of complete
intimacy, and the intense connection that I felt with him was unfamiliar. I’d
never felt such hunger for a man before. My inner core throbbed wetly,
demanding to be filled.

Before
he could feed me another bite, I acted on my desire, and reached to hold his
hand to my lips, licking and sucking each finger in turn, deliberately meeting
his eyes, which widened briefly, then burned in response.

“You’re
a continual surprise, Juliana,” he said softly. “So innocent, and so bold.” He
leaned in, seizing my lips in a heated kiss, gradually easing my body down onto
the fur, and removing my robe. “So beautiful.” He slipped his robe off,
revealing his powerful body, golden in the firelight, fully erect. “I can’t get
enough of you.” His tongue found my clit, circling delicately, then tracing a
slow path to my hungry core, circling, then penetrating.

Consumed
by desire, I gripped his arms and pulled him upward, wanting him inside me,
craving the fullness only his cock could provide. “Not yet,” he murmured.
“You’re going to have to wait for it. You’re going to wait until your entire
body screams for my cock, and then you’re going to wait some more.” Clearly, he
was more than a little of a control freak, but in my current state, emboldened
and unleashed by the intensity of my arousal, I knew I was more than a match
for him.

I
raked my fingernails lightly across his shoulders as he continued to tongue me,
his hands reaching upward, cupping my sensitive breasts, tweaking and caressing
their hard, eager tips. Waves of sensation flowed through me, building and
ebbing.

Just
when I thought I couldn’t last another second, without warning, he penetrated
my depths with a single, forceful stroke, sheathing himself completely in me. I
came instantly, with an intensity that blinded me momentarily, an explosion of
dazzling whiteness as my body convulsed around him.

He
resumed his motion with exquisite slowness, layering light kisses on my
shoulders and neck. “I’m going to make you come again.”

“I
can’t possibly come again. Not after that. My orgasm circuits are totally
fried.”

“Oh
yes you can. Just wait and see.” He smiled wickedly. As he continued to move
slowly inside me, my heightened sensitivity gradually shifted into an intense
warmth, moving outward from deep inside my core, a melting sensation that
spread and expanded until my body felt like molten lava, boneless and fiery.

As
our mutual heat consumed us, he stroked faster and deeper, pounding himself
relentlessly into my burning depths. His eyes, near black in the firelight,
held mine and penetrated my soul as relentlessly as his cock did my body.

We
came together, gasping each other’s names in a shattering explosion that took
me to new heights. Afterward, Craig collapsed against me, and I curled into his
broad chest.

“That
was... amazing,” he said.

I
squeezed his hand in agreement, too spent for words. We lay together in
silence, watching the fire burn down. After some time had passed, Craig sat up,
reaching for his discarded robe.

“I’m
not sure I can walk,” I joked.

“You
don’t have to.” Picking me up smoothly, he rose to his feet, slinging me
effortlessly over one shoulder.

“Caveman.”
I pounded his back, laughing. “Put me down.”

“I’ll
put you down when we get upstairs. You’re the one who suggested you couldn’t
walk.” Climbing the stairs easily, he carried me into a spacious bedroom. A
large bed with dark brown silk sheets beckoned. Craig put me down gently, then
flopped onto the bed next to me.

“I
owe you an apology,” he said, rolling onto his side toward me.

“Yes,
you do. You shouldn’t just pick me up like that,” I said teasingly. “Even if it
does show off your gorgeous muscles.”

“Not
that. I promised you painting time, and you didn’t get any today. I got carried
away.”

“We
both got carried away. I’ll paint tomorrow. Unless we get carried away...
again.” I smiled sleepily.

“You’ll
paint tomorrow morning. That’s a promise.”

“Tomorrow,”
I murmured, curling my body against him. Within seconds, I was fast asleep.