Sweeter Than Wine (10 page)

His finger reached to trace her lips, slowly,
"So soft," he murmured, as his head dipped to taste her. "If you
don't want me to, just say so." he watched her.

"Oh... don't be a gentleman, again," she
encouraged as a slow smile spread across her face.

"Do you know what you're saying?" he looked
at her in disbelief.

"I think so…oh Sam. We're both free, we're
both of age…and…"

"But on the bridge you stopped me."

"I know…I was being silly. I was embarrassed,
and I didn't know you as well, then."

"Now you do?"

"I think so."

"I don't want to hurt you, Lacey…"

"Then don't, just make love to me," she
sighed moving closer.

***

As if she was pure china, he slowly crept
over her, his lips assuaging hers as his hands began to roam
beneath the covers. With unerring accuracy he found the peaks that
beckoned him, and sighed with all male pleasure.

His kisses moved along her jaw, to her ear,
where his tongue shot out to taste, caress, and blow. She
shivered.

Suddenly his head dipped down, and pushed
himself beneath her shirt and found the sweet tips of her breast.
His lips caressed each one, slowly, pulling gently with his teeth
and kissing each one with tender thrust of his tongue. She squirmed
beneath him, her hips rising against his own. She felt his manhood
against her thighs and wanted more.

Suddenly he threw away the cover, for they no
longer needed the warmth, they were building a fire in each other.
His eyes took her in, and he gently tugged the shirt away. She
laid, with her hair splayed over the pillow, her cheeks blossoming
like red roses.

"I wanted you so bad last night, I could have
thrown you on the sand and taken you right there." He muttered
against the softness of one breast.

"Why didn't you," she sighed.

"I wasn't sure you were ready. That and the
management might not have appreciated it." He said, glancing up at
her and having to kiss her swollen lips again. "Despite what you
might think, I’m not out to take the advantage, Lacey. I like you
too much for that"

"I like that. You're being so honest."

"What?" he barely whispered.

"You like me. Most men would say they love
me, but you said you liked me. I think liking is almost as
important in a relationship."

While his lips torched her, his hands glided
downward, and slowly peeled away the bottoms of her pajamas, and
underwear. She wiggled free of them and they fell with a soft thud
to the floor. His joined them, as he rushed back to her warmth.

Now she was his, as his body fused itself to
her. Slowly, he guided himself into her warmth, as his fingers
dipped to make sure she was ready. She moaned and strained toward
him. It was the encouragement he sought.

Miraculously sliding inside her, she moaned
at first, then sighed and then her hips rose to meet his with such
heated fury, he was astounded.

"Babe you’re a ball of fire, but we have to
slow down just a bit, so we can enjoy this. I'm not going to let
you go so easy. I want you sweating, panting, and eager. I want you
to enjoy it as I make love to you."

Her eyes opened and she pulled him to her
again. Her kisses were like wildfire, as her breasts pebbled into
knots for him. He wanted to touch her there, to caress her to make
her feel lovelier than any flower on earth.

She thrust her body against him so
provocatively he almost spent himself. He wanted to slow her down,
but he caught the wave of excitement growing inside her and
suddenly they thrashed about wildly taking each other in, moaning,
and smiling at the deep pleasures they gave each other.

Afterwards, sweating, panting, and trying to
ease down from the magnificent haven they made, they cuddled. He
cradled her in his arms, and kissed her until the fire began to
wane. She breathed hard, as her nipples perked to his soft breath
on her and began to entice him once more. He tried to ignore it the
gentle brush of them against his chest, but the beauty of it,
enflamed him. She was using her body to entice him. His lips sought
her again, but this time, they didn't stop, but traveled lower,
until he held her hips in his hands and sank his lips against her
silk passion. Warm, and wet, she moaned aloud when his tongue
lapped her. She brought herself up against him and offered herself
for sacrifice. He looked at her body, raised to him, her eyes
closed with ecstasy, and her hands kneading his back, dipping lower
to touch his hips.

***

His tongue swept her up into a vortex of
sensations, millions of stars burst as he took her to a heaven she
never knew. However, before she climaxed, she backed off, and slid
him inside her. Wanting all of him, needing all of him, she thrust
herself against him repeatedly until she cried out. With quick easy
strokes he joined her and they crashed together on the bed,
satiated.

He pulled her into him and they lay quietly
touching, kissing, and enjoying each other for long moments
afterwards.

Her hair was nearly wet, her body slick, her
breathing barely controlled, as she bent over him and kissed him
madly.

"Wow," she whispered in his ear. "Was that
us?" she barely got the words out.

His fingers dipped inside her finding her hot
and moist and ready again and she moaned aloud.

"Oh Sam…"Her eyes burned into his, "I've
never felt like this before…like I couldn't get enough. Am I a
tramp…?"

"God no," he covered her lips with a kiss, as
his fingers continued to build the fire once more. "You're simply
awakened, oh God Lacey, I never realized you were a virgin, or I
wouldn't…."

"Sh, .I wanted you to. I ask for it.
Please…don't place blame, just enjoy it."

"You are quite a woman, Lacey. More than I'm
used to."

She shook her head, then hung it, and barely
murmured. "I, I was accosted as a child…by an old man who was
dying. All he wanted was for me to sit on his lap. It seemed
harmless but the old man looked mean, his big bushy brows grew
together in a frown when I didn't come to sit on his knee. But when
he frowned and beat his finger on his knee for me to do as he said,
I moved toward him. My mother and great aunt had gone into the
other room. He was a sick old man so I trusted him for a minute. I
sat on his lap. But…" Lacey's words sounded in a rush to explain
what happened, and her eyes filled with tears. "He didn't actually
rape me, just touched me, I didn't know what to do, I was only five
years old. He wouldn't stop; he touched me so much I felt the
building of it. But there was no satisfaction, no release, just
constant building. Finally I twisted out of his lap and ran. I was
so scared. When I went back in that room he jabbed his finger into
his leg and his brows knitted again. This time I shook my head and
ran away. I hated him. But I didn't know how much until I saw him
again a few months later. He was dying and I stared at him…I told
him…I told him I hated him and I hoped he died."

"Oh babe," he kissed her hard and furious.
"I'd give anything for that not to be true."

"He drove me to the brink of organism, but
there is no orgasm a child only a strange sensation that it wasn't
finished, but I didn't understand what was happening. And later was
too ashamed to ever tell. The old man died, and in a way, so did
I…until today…."

She moved away a little. "I've been so
ashamed, I think that's why I've never…"

"Dammit Lacey," Sam rose up and frowned. He
pulled her protectively into his arms and kissed her hair as he
held her. "How could he do that to you?"

"Its okay, Sam. You've made me whole again.
You've made me see that I'm not a bad person. All these years of
worry, of not knowing, and of not being able to speak about it
drove me to extremes."

"God babe, how could you think it was your
fault, at such an age…for that to happen…If he was alive, I'd kill
him. With my bare hands, and enjoy every minute of it."

She pulled him back against the bed and
smiled, "My knight in shining armor. You are the only person I've
ever told about this." Lacey admitted. "But I had to know, if I was
normal. My mother never even knew it would have killed her. So I
kept it secret, always thinking I had caused it to happen. That I
was bad."

"Oh God babe, it wasn't you, don't you see,
it was a very sick old man…I care about you Lacey, I don't know if
this is love, or not. I've never really been in love. But what we
have together, it isn't dirty or bad. Please don't ever
think..."

"Sh, I don't. I've been so afraid of trying
to make love to a man, I was afraid I would go out of control or
something. I felt like I was marked. Dirty somehow. That's why I
never. Then you came along, and the feelings swamping me. I
couldn't control them. I no longer wanted to."

He stared at her now and his lips met hers in
a kiss that melded. He wanted to make everything better for her
now. He wanted to love her again, and show her how tender and
loving it could be. He wanted so much….

Nevertheless, to his surprise she moved away
and started an assault as she dipped her head and took his manhood
in her mouth, covering him with the warmth of her. He moved gently
against her, as his hands massaged her breast, the nipples growing
taut and tender. She was giving to him now and he understood
it.

This precious woman he held wanted to give
him pleasure, and although naïve, she instinctively knew how.

This time was slower and easier and building
the inferno that made them explode with their happiness.

It was a long time before they cuddled and
went to sleep. And they slept for three more hours.

***

When he woke, she was gone.

He got up and looked out the window. She was
out in the back collecting her trophy, her face full of smiles and
happiness.

He marveled at what a woman she was. He never
once suspected she could be so open and free with her lovemaking.
His loins tightened just looking at her.

How had he managed to do that? He hadn't
meant to compromise her in any way. However, the memory of their
lovemaking made him weak. It confused him how quickly he had began
to want her, and how deep his feelings were running for her.

She had come unto herself. She was free,
released from all her problems and woes. She was a happy woman.

Still he had taken her and felt a tad bad
about it. What was worse, he hadn't used any precaution. Realizing
what he'd done, he was stunned. He'd never been that stupid before.
Never been that carried away with a woman. Not to the point of
losing all thought, and just looking at her turned him on. He had
to get a grip. He wasn't some rutting stag. He had better sense.
But Lacey Malone was a fireball inside him now and he wasn't sure
he'd ever get enough of her.

He had to use his head. He had problems to
work out in his life. Problems that didn't include Lacey. Yet, they
did, because now she was a part of him. He had never been the kind
of man who had sex with just anyone. He was choosy, and he knew
that in his heart he had never met a woman he couldn't back off
from…until now.

Whether she knew it or not, she was part of
his life and always would be. Her confession needled him though.
How could any man do that to a child? It enraged him and he knew he
wanted to protect her forever.

What if she was pregnant? Some protection he
was. Would she believe he had feelings for her? On the other hand,
would she go home in shame and never come out of her beautiful
shell again? What had he done? He'd made a goddess out of her, and
could just as easily crush her. It was his fault. He believed a man
had all the controls. However, most men hadn't met Lacey
Malone.

Quickly he went into the bathroom to clean
up. He showered and reprimanded himself for what he'd done. How
could he have acted so carelessly? That wasn't him. He'd never
compromised a woman before. Never been so out of control with a
woman before.

He blamed it on the fact that he'd been with
her in such circumstances that would only lead to something like
this. Sleeping in the same bed.

Yet, he couldn't imagine not sleeping with
her now.

What he suddenly realized is just how deeply
she could hurt
him
.

Somehow, he had to make this all come out
right…

When she returned to the room, she was all
smiles, "Look, I got one."

He smiled back at her. "I told you. Hey, it's
getting late, but we've still got time to get on down to the
redwoods."

"There's time?" she jumped with
excitement.

"Sure, let's head on out, and we'll find a
place to stay on down the line."

"Okay…sounds great." She packed up the small
amount of things she brought and she was ready to go.

He helped her stow her stuff on the bike and
they were off down the highway.

She held on to him tight and smiled to
herself as she snuggled against him. What they shared was more than
a little fantastic and she didn't want to wake up if she was
dreaming.

Afraid to put her feeling into words, she
kept the conversation light the rest of the day.

The giant redwoods were in sight and she
could do nothing but stare when he stopped along the roadside.

"They are magnificent. They seem to go to
heaven," she breathed in a sigh. "It's like they swallow you or
something."

"For sure they are God's creation." Sam
smiled, craning his neck to find an end to the trees that dwarfed
them.

"Wow, I feel like Alice in Wonderland." she
twirled about, looking up.

He stared at her long and hard. But said
nothing.

"It'd be heaven to live close to this, to be
able to see them every day, and the ocean." She went to stand
beside one and he took her picture with her camera. He showed her
approximately where the tallest redwood in America was, and she
shook her head.