Waking Sebastian (2 page)

Poor Charles. He’d been frustrated the whole manuscript. I made him too horny. Maybe I should go back and tone him down a bit.

A soft breeze from the ocean filtered through the gauzy curtains. Rising from her chair, Michelle walked to the full-length windows and pushed the material aside.

Almost five in the morning with the Atlantic Ocean just steps away, and here she sat in front of a computer writing a sex scene that had gone horribly wrong.

Her sex scenes had never gone wrong in the past. Her characters always enjoyed a little heavy petting before the wedding. What was the problem this time? Was Charles too aggressive? Was Hannah too much of a prude?

Michelle pushed Charles and Hannah to the back of her mind and stepped out onto the balcony.

From her third-story perch, she could see the tops of palm trees and sand lit by soft moonlight. The ocean pounded against the beach and the smell of the sea tickled her nose.

A walk on the beach would clear her brain.

Returning inside, Michelle hunted in her still-packed suitcase for sandals and told Charles, who had resumed his presence in her head, to behave. He answered with a grunt and Michelle laughed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t give you a three-inch dick. And I’ll fix the problem. I promise. I just don’t know how yet.”

“I know you’ll find a way,”
Charles answered with a grateful sigh.

Despite her assurances, she was still not sure his dick would not shrink by the next chapter. These characters were like all the other she’d written: they came to life in her mind, talking to her, telling her what should happen next. Except in this case, they were leading her down the wrong path and things weren’t turning out exactly as she’d planned.

Michelle ran down the steps that curved downward from her third floor balcony and followed the short path to the beach.

The cove was even more gorgeous up close. Her friend Kate’s new husband, Mark, had set up a beautiful beach area. When Michelle had arrived at Kate’s house earlier in the day, her explorations revealed a cabana with bathing suits of various sizes and large fluffy towels. A long wooden bench set a few feet back from the surf. Sitting next to the bench was a table with four chairs.

Kate had hit the big time, with a new husband rich enough to have his own private cove in Florida, and a beautiful old Victorian house to remodel. Michelle smiled as she thought of her friend. It was just like Kate to invite her to come for a visit, and then disappear before Michelle arrived.

“Be back in a few days,”
the note had said.
“Make yourself at home. The housekeeper will get you anything you need. Kisses.”

She’d been angry at first, but then realized she needed this time alone. She was working on a deadline, and if things turned around, she could finish the book and get it to her editor before Kate and Mark returned.

Michelle kicked off her shoes and waded into the ocean. The water felt cool as it washed over her travel swollen feet. The ocean called to her and she sighed in pleasure as the soft waves lapped against her ankles and calves. The water provided a wonderful burst of delight that shot through her body, almost as if fingers massaged her skin. It was definitely better than sitting in front of a computer.

The best laid plans of mice and men…screw writing. So what if her deadline was in two weeks. Kate wouldn’t be back for a few days and she’d have plenty of times to fix her problem with Charles and Hannah.

Once inside the cabana, she stripped and located a bathing suit that would fit her extra large body. Kate had all sizes, and it took just a few moments to locate a size eighteen. She shuddered as she examined the material. Nothing like a little bathing skirt to remind a woman she wasn’t a size four.

A grin split her face as she threw the offending clothing over her shoulder. She was alone on a private beach. Skinny-dipping was in order, no matter what size she was. She grabbed a towel and headed into the cool night air.

The ocean breeze caressed her skin and her nipples peaked. This was a dream come true. Swimming naked in Atlantic at dawn. The only thing that would make it better would be a strapping male to use as a flotation device.

The cold, invigorating water wrapped around her ankles, her thighs and then her waist. When the waves hit her breasts, she sighed with pleasure and dove under the surface. The ocean water felt wanton, decedent against her bare skin.

Michelle bobbed in and out, heading just a little ways out into the cove, being careful not to go too far. She had no idea how deep this area was, or what sort of creatures she would run into.

When she put her feet down and didn’t find purchase until her head was submerged, she moved her legs, treading water. The water caressed her breasts and she wished once more for a man by her side. Okay, not next to her, but between her thighs. They could have a nice long fuck in the Atlantic. Ocean sex would help feed her creative side. It might help her figure out a solution to Charles’ problem. And it would feel oh so nice. The thought made her smile.

It was the first time in six months she’d wanted a man. Wanted sex for herself. Her breakup with Justin had been ugly and she knew that was part of the problem she was having with Charles and Hannah. She was projecting her ill will about Justin, and men in general, onto poor Hannah. And she’d made Charles a little too smug. A little too arrogant. He needed more compassion. He should be more caring, more seductive.

Michelle ducked under the water and swam out a little farther. Then she turned and swam back toward shore. She shivered from the breeze as she made her way across the sand to the bench, covering it with a towel. She sat down and stretched out her legs and raised her face to the fading moonlight.

A huge sigh escaped her lips, and as was her custom, she started talking to her muse. In this case, Charles.

“Do you think I need to go back and rewrite chapter four? The first time you touch Hannah she needs to respond with pleasure, not suspicion. She should allow you to caress her neck, her breasts. Tweak her nipples gently.”

“Like this maybe?” The voice was low and Michelle sighed as large male hands stroked her neck and slid down to her breasts.

“Yes, like that. Damn, but this sea air has made you very real Charles. Keep going. Let’s get those juices flowing. Creative juices I mean.”

Low laughter filled the air. “And by tweak do you mean this?” Fingers stroked her nipples, gathering them in a strong grasp that gently squeezed. If swimming in the ocean produced this daydream, she had to come back. Often.

Michelle moaned and Charles joined her, his deep voice making her already aroused body quiver with need. His hands caressed her breasts and wetness began to flow between her thighs.

“Yes, just like that,” she whispered.

The muse’s hands continued to stroke her breasts. “What is the problem you’re trying to work out?”

Charles’ voice sounded deeper than it had earlier and Michelle frowned. His accent wasn’t as pronounced as it had been. He seemed more laid back. Maybe a little too laid back. She needed to work on that. The strong hands moved from her breasts to her shoulders and back again, the contact making her spine tingle.

“Well, how about the fact that Hannah ran screaming from the room when she saw your cock? That’s a major problem.” Michelle relaxed against his probing hands. “There is no trust between you. I need to build trust. I need to change Hannah, but how?”

Hands continued to stroke her and laughter filled the air. “Perhaps she needs to be more adventurous. Like a beautiful woman who would swim naked in the ocean, alone.”

“It was the call of the sea,” Michelle said. “And it’s a good thing a muse can be anything I want. Not many men think I’m beautiful.”

“You’re so very beautiful,” he murmured as his hands continued to caress her gently. “Your dark hair looks like silk. Your breasts are full and sweet. Your skin is soft like rose petals. And I’m sure your quim would fit perfectly around me. Perhaps if Charles saw this in Hannah, she would trust him enough to open for him as a flower opens for a bee. Will my beautiful flower open for me?”

A warning bell sounded in Michelle’s head. “Charles? Why do you talk about yourself as if you’re someone else?” This little muse session had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Michelle stiffened and started to rise but the gentle hands held her down.

He gathered her breasts in his palms and he massaged them gently, the caresses sending tingles of pleasure through Michelle’s body.

“I can smell the wetness from your quim.” His voice was low. “I know you want me inside you.”

Michelle shuddered and shook her head. “Charles? This is too real. Something’s wrong. I don’t think you’re Charles.” Yes, something was very off kilter here, but Michelle didn’t care. She felt no real danger. The only other people in the house were the caretakers, a husband and wife team. Michelle had already met the husband when he’d picked her up at the airport. He was in his sixties. These were not sixty-year-old hands that caressed her.

Her imagination was just running away tonight. She needed to relax, let it flow.

“Close your eyes. Don’t be afraid, little one. I won’t hurt you.”

“Where have I heard that before?”

“Close them. Trust me as you would have Hannah trust Charles.”

Michelle complied, wondering where this wonderful fantasy would take her next. Would it hurt if she imagined him fucking her? It had been so long since she’d been filled. Her pussy clinched as if to say, “Yes, I’ll take him. Bring it on!”

Michelle smiled as her dream rounded the bench and sat down next to her. She trembled when his hand danced across her stomach.

His fingers strayed down to her thigh, his caress light and sensual.

“Damn,” Michelle whispered. “How come I’ve never been able to conjure you up before?”

The new muse applied gentle pressure and Michelle spread her thighs. She wanted this. Needed this. Even if it was only a fantasy.

Her groans deepened as his fingers moved inside her, his thumb finding her clit instantly. She bucked against him as his mouth found a nipple and sucked it in deeply. He nibbled, the pressure of his teeth sending bolts of lightning to her womb, spreading down to her clit.

“Oh my God, yes,” Michelle said hoarsely. “If I can get Charles to act like this, Hannah’s virginity doesn’t stand a chance past chapter five.”

The pressure on her clit increased and the muse raised his lips and gently bit her earlobe. Michelle could feel long hair tickling her stomach and breasts.

“Long hair, huh? What are you a pirate or something? This is the beach. My next book could be set here. A treasure hidden inside the house maybe? The heroine could team up with a gorgeous pirate to find it, but of course he’d expect payment, in the form of her lush body. Yeah, I like that idea.”

She opened her eyes, and stared into a pair of beautiful clear blue ones.

The muse’s fingers still worked on her clit, the pressure building as she ground herself against him. My God, it felt good.

“Who are you?” The words came out on a breath as Michelle fought to control the urge to scream, “Fuck me please.”

“Shush, little one,” he whispered, his lips feathering kisses up and down her cheek and neck. “Spend for me. I want to see it. Need to see it. Spend for me now.”

He bent his lips back to her breasts and then pinched her clit. The pressure from his strong fingers sent Michelle over the edge.

The rising sun burst across the beach, sending flickers of soft light across the sand. The morning rays flashed through her brain as her orgasm rocked her body. Her hips bucked against him as he continued to stroke her, his fingers spreading wetness through her pussy.

“Yes, yes, my sweet one, that’s it.” His voice caressed her ear as she soared.

When she finally settled back in her body, she watched with wonder as he raised his fingers to his lips and licked them. His groan of extreme pleasure filled the air.

“So good,” he whispered. “You taste so wonderful.”

He traced his fingers back down her stomach and caressed her wetness again.

When his fingers moved inside her, Michelle let out a sharp intake of breath. She had never had this real of a fantasy while writing a book. Was it the ocean? Or the beach? If it was, she was going to take up residence here. Build a little hut right next to the cabana.

“Does my new muse have a name?”

“My name is Sebastian,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers. His tongue probed her mouth as she moaned against his lips. “And I’ll be your muse as long as you like.”

He kissed her again and Michelle licked at his lips, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. When his lips and the strong feel of his hands disappeared, she cried out in frustration.

Michelle opened her eyes. Sebastian was gone. Her fantasy was over. But it had left her with a wonderful orgasm and a great new direction to restore the sexual tension in her book.

Michelle ran naked toward the house. She hurried up the stairs and looked at the clock. It was just after six-thirty, but she didn’t care. She’d been up all night anyway, and who needed sleep when their creative juices were flowing? Hannah and Charles would be happy tonight.