Stranger at the beach house (9 page)

Chapter 8

My head was fuzzy when I woke in
the morning, thumping under the alcoholic assault it had endured last night. I
lay in bed, my dress and shoes on the nearby chair and I couldn’t remember
getting here. The chinking of cups from the kitchen alerted my brain and I
vaguely remembered walking in to find Sam and mini flashbacks of the scene by
the fire. Had he really come back?

 
His white T- shirt lay on the bed and I jumped
up, still in my underwear, pulling it on and checking myself in the mirror. Had
we? No, I would definitely have remembered that. I smoothed my hair and brushed
my teeth before making my way sheepishly into the kitchen. He was making
coffee, dressed only in his low hanging faded jeans as I settled against the
doorframe, drinking in the toned muscles of his broad tanned back and arms.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he
said without turning. “How are you feeling?” His velvet voice was laced with
humour. I walked towards him as he placed a glass of water, two
paracetamol
and a steaming hot mug of white coffee on the
worktop. “Take some tablets first,” he said, a small smile playing on his mouth
as he turned to face me. “And then go and get a shower, it’ll make you feel
better. I’m going to make you breakfast,” he purred, licking his lips as he looked
me over. I still hadn’t spoken.

Moving closer he put his arms
around my waist, stroking my sides and I melted on the spot, feeling every
motion of his firm strong hands as he leaned in to whisper. “This looks good on
you, Rose, but I’m going to need it,” caressing my responsive skin as he slid
the T-shirt over my head and put it on himself as I gasped out loud. “Shower,”
he whispered, stroking my waist again and planting a small kiss on my forehead
before turning to leave.

 
I remained frozen to the spot, standing in the
middle of my kitchen in only my black lace underwear, sexually charged and
stunned by my own desire. Had that really just happened? I would need to make
this shower a very cold one.

I heard the screech of the tyres
on gravel as I stepped into the shower still slightly in shock and hoping the
paracetamol
effects would kick in soon. I lathered myself
in luxury body wash and began to come around. I would have to make this quick.
He was making me breakfast and I was starving. I wondered what it would be.
Putting on my underwear and a simple wrap dress, I brushed my hair and applied
light make up, looking a little more human even if I didn’t quite feel it yet.
The car pulled up as I walked back into the kitchen, picking up the lukewarm
coffee and taking two large gulps.
 

“Here, I made you breakfast,” he
beamed as he strode towards me, and I couldn’t help smiling back as he handed
me the brown paper bag.

 
“What is it?” I enquired, opening it to peek
inside.

“
McTherapy
,”
he laughed, “the best hangover cure known to man. Double sausage and egg and it
will have you back to normal in no time”. I couldn’t help laughing back, taking
a giant bite of the
McMuffin
.

“Where have you been, Sam?” I
asked, thinking how right he was about the breakfast. I was feeling better
already.

“To get your food,” he smirked,
knowing full well what I meant. I pulled the best glare I could muster, raising
my eyebrows at him. He mirrored my expression and I couldn’t help but break a
smile. “I told you last night, Rose,” he said, arching his brow. “Are you
telling me you don’t remember?” and I gazed down as my face flushed. The truth
was I didn’t. I remembered him stroking my legs but little else.

“Interesting,” he said cupping my
chin gently, bringing my face up to meet his gaze. “I wonder what else you
claim you don’t remember,” he grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. I shrugged. “Do
you remember asking me to make you a promise, Rose?” he whispered in a low sexy
voice. Jesus I was so sexually on edge, what the hell was he doing to me?

“No,” I breathed, searching his
face for clues and wondering what on earth I could have asked him. Oh God, what
had I said?

He released my chin, rubbing his
hand over short black stubble, maintaining his piercing gaze. “Oh dear, then we
could have a problem,” he growled gently.

“Please, Sam, tell me what I
said,” I urged, the smile broadening on his lips.

“I can’t do that Sweetheart, I
have to hear you say it when you’re sober”.
Shit.

I had a good idea. If he’d had me
half as aroused last night as he did this morning, there was only one thing I
could have asked for and I imagined, mortified, that I would have practically
begged. “Give me a clue then, Sam,” and I gasped, open mouthed as he swiftly
picked me up and sat me on the kitchen worktop, the wrap dress falling slightly
open to expose my thighs. I opened my legs voluntarily as he moved between
them, edging in closer and every nerve in my body fired up as he began to
stroke them with his long deft fingers. My breath caught as he moved his hands
a fraction higher and leant towards me, placing a trail of soft light kisses
from my earlobe all the way down my neck.

Working his way up to my face he
breathed gently against my parted lips. “Do you remember yet?” he asked.

“No,” I said softly smiling,
challenging him. I may not remember the exact words but the sentiment was
obvious. I was heady with desire and knew exactly what I wanted.

“Very well then Lady, I think I
may have to give you a bigger clue,” he smiled.

“Yes,” I breathed.

 
“We need to go,” he said quickly as I
instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and flung my arms around his
neck, locking him to me. I couldn’t bear to lose this closeness and I didn’t
want to break this moment, I was in too deep, too aroused and I didn’t feel
like going anywhere. “We’ll have to do it this way then,” he smiled, pulling
away from the work top, cupping one arm under my bottom to hold my weight, his
other hand holding my back firmly.

 
I squealed as he lifted me, burying my head in
his neck and giggling uncontrollably as he carried me out of the door and
across the drive into his house. He smelt divine and my yearning was pooling
right in my core. He didn’t stop until we reached his bedroom, placing me
gently down, circling my waist with one hand and holding the back of my head
with the other, fisting his fingers urgently through my hair. I could feel his
erection pulsing as he crushed me into him, his piercing black eyes gazing down
into mine. “Remember yet?” he whispered, bending to place firm soft kisses
against my neck.

 
“Yes,” I moaned.

 
“Good girl, Rose, so tell me again what you
want,” his velvet voice oozing sex, undoing the tie on my wrap dress, releasing
it to puddle at my feet and I was so lost in desire, needing every inch of this
gorgeous man that there was no hesitation this time.

“I want you naked, fucking me
hard in that huge white bed”.

 
Moving his hands to hold my face, he smiled in
appreciation before possessing my mouth with his soft full lips, exploring
every inch of me with his expert tongue and I was totally lost, captivated by
his touch, unaware that we were even moving until he lowered me onto the soft
pure fabric, panting as I gazed up at him with complete and utter longing.

 
As he pulled off his T- shirt and unbuttoned
his jeans I lowered my gaze over his smooth hard body, taking in every muscle
defined in the cut of his abdomen leading down to a formidable erection,
imprisoned by the fabric of his designer boxers and gasped audibly. “You’re so
beautiful Sweetheart,” he smiled, raking his dark hooded gaze down my quivering
body, moving to
lay
beside me and shifting his weight
until he hovered above me, cupping my breast as his kiss grew more urgent. I
moaned in desire, desperate to feel him inside me as he ran a finger just
inside my soaking lace panties.

“You
do
want this, baby,” he smiled against my moist parted mouth as he
moved his fingers to trace the wetness and I whimpered beneath him, my reaction
and responsiveness stirring his hard cock further as he pressed its huge length
against my thigh. “So beautiful,” he drew out the words as he guided the black
fabric tantalisingly down my legs, teasing my clit with his soft thumb and
running two fingers against my swollen soaked lips before dipping them into my
slick hole.

His kisses became more demanding
as he rotated his fingers inside me, brushing that sweet tender spot and
caressing me expertly as my hips bucked, grinding against his touch, desperate
for more. Passion had overtaken every nerve in my body as I slid my hand under
the elastic rim of his shorts, desperate to release his erection from its
cotton prison. “Oh my God,” I breathed, running my hand gently up and down. I
had yet to see it in its full glory but I could feel its length, its wide head
and broad shaft and I felt him smiling at my response as he slowly led a trail
of butterfly kisses down my chest, lowering his head to lick and suck at the
tight buds of my nipples.

 
The sensations in my pussy built as he
quickened his rhythm, stroking my G spot and showering my clit with delicious
attention as he sucked in turn at my breasts, his moans reverberating on their
receptive tips and mingling with my own. I was utterly lost, unable to do
anything but beg him for more with my body as my pleasure grew, and as he
pierced me with his gaze whispering “come for me, Rose”, I came apart, my
muscles clenching his demanding fingers, soaking them with my orgasm as I
shuddered helplessly beneath his touch.

I was still panting, dazed from
the sensory onslaught as he removed his underwear and kneeled across me,
putting on a condom and showcasing his glorious cock in its full magnificence
and I gasped loudly. It was fucking huge and I wondered if I would be able to
take every delectable inch, but I was sure as hell willing to try. “I think
you’re ready for this now, Baby,” he said in a low soft voice that oozed pure
sex, erotic electricity filling the space between us as he moved on top of me,
his mouth crashing urgently into mine.

 
I spread my legs wide to accommodate his rock
hard body as he stroked my hair, showering my face with kisses. “Are you
ready?” he whispered against my swollen mouth.

“Yes,” I moaned, not recognising
my own breathy neediness as he moved his engorged cock teasingly against my
entrance. I had never been so wet, so utterly aroused. He nudged the head
against my opening before pushing gently and I moaned loudly as he pulled back
and thrust deeper into me, filling me entirely as he drove faster and faster
into my eager body.

 
I lifted my legs, curling them across his firm
round buttocks, desperate to pull him into me, to feel every muscle as his
pleasure mounted, his body slick with perspiration, sliding and moving against
my own, his tongue diving into my waiting open mouth as a low groan stirred in
his throat. “You feel so fucking good, so perfect,” he whispered, one hand
fisting in my hair, the other squeezing the soft flesh of my breasts with just
enough force to make me cry out as my mounting pleasure devoured me and I raked
my fingers hard across his back, lost in desire.

He increased the pressure on my
pussy, my nerve endings pulsing as he brought them further and further to life
with each demanding thrust and I spiralled deeper towards ecstatic oblivion.
“Wait for me,” he growled in my ear, and I tried to stave off the impending
orgasm while he kissed me possessively, wrapping his arms beneath me, tipping
my hips and increasing the pressure on my throbbing clit. “Now, Baby,” he
cried, holding my gaze as the pleasure soared through me, tightening around his
pulsing cock. “Fuck, Rose,” he moaned loudly as I lifted my lips to meet his,
both of us shuddering and I felt him from my core, through every tissue to the
tips of my toes.

He was still buried deep inside
me, my legs curled around him as we tried to bring our erratic breathing under
control and come down from the most remarkable high. He nuzzled into the most
sensitive part of my neck, planting delicious wet kisses, moving up to graze
his teeth along my earlobe. “You are so beautiful when you come, so perfect,”
he whispered and I held him tightly, relishing the closeness and the feel of
our bodies entwined in the afterglow of incredible sex. I could stay here
forever I thought as he lifted his head, smiling and searching my face as if to
read my thoughts.

“You’re extraordinary,” I
whispered into his open mouth and was rewarded with a soft deep kiss as he held
my face affectionately. As he pulled away I instinctively gripped my legs
tighter around his gorgeous firm arse. I felt so fulfilled, so alive with him
there that I didn’t want him to move.

“Just a second,” he smiled and I
gasped as he removed himself slowly from me, discarding the condom and relieved
when he moved back, shifting his weight to his elbow and planting soft sweet
kisses with those flawless lips.

“I’m glad you kept your promise,”
I giggled underneath him, savouring his touch, his taste, his delicious smell.

 
“I’m not sure I did, Rose,” he smiled
seductively. What did that mean? I sure as hell had just had two amazing
orgasms and the most mind blowing sex of my life I thought, my gaze
puzzled.
 
A small smile tickled the
corner of his mouth as he examined my expression.

“Well you specifically asked me
to fuck you hard and I think I may have gone a little easy on you,” he said.

 
“Oh,” I flushed, giggling “I think you did
OK”.

“OK?” He raised his eyebrows as
his eyes burned into mine, the line of his mouth still set in that almost
smile. “Well I’ll have to see what I can do about that,” he said, gently
nudging the length of his already hardening erection against my still over
sensitized clit. He couldn’t be wanting more already.