Loading...Dawn felt the big boat move, and tensed, remembering again where she was. She sat up straight, and looked out the window, watching the jetty recede, and the people still milling about on it get smaller. The boat rocked faintly, and she swallowed. It was not as bad she had originally thought, but what on earth would she do if this thing capsized? She couldn’t swim, and she knew no one on the boat. She opened her pocketbook and searched for the little notepad and pen.
Extracting them, she began a perfunctory listing of the things and people she observed on the boat. She had developed this habit when she was a very young girl, when she had had to find a way to relieve anxiety.
She became so absorbed that she failed to notice that someone had joined her on the banquette until his newspaper brushed her leg. She looked up blankly, and then her mouth dropped open.
“Brad?” Her startled eyes flew to his. “What are you doing here?”
“Same thing you’re doing,” he replied brightly. “Going to Nantucket.”
He stared at her for a second, and then lowered his head. Dawn was too startled to realize his intent until she felt his mouth brush hers.
“Good morning, Didi!” He smiled at her. “I’ve only been wanting to do that, and more, for a year!”
He watched her face in amusement as she tried to assimilate what he had said and what he had done. He bent his head again, but this time she moved away, and his lips landed on her cheek.
“Hey, no fair!” he complained, chuckling good-naturedly.
“Stop it, Brad!” she whispered, so low, he could barely hear her. “What do you think you’re doing?” She glanced around her as she spoke, but no one seemed to even be aware of their existence.
“I won’t stop,” he said, “but I can wait till we get to the island. After all, I’ve already waited a whole year. A couple more hours can’t hurt.”
He smiled at her and went back to his newspaper, while she watched his face surreptitiously. When she thought he was unaware of her scrutiny, she took in the full lips, the high cheekbones, the sandy blond hair, the sinewed arms and strong legs, the dimple in his cheek…he knew she was looking at him! He was smiling. Dawn felt her cheeks flame, and she dragged her eyes away to look out the window. Suddenly, she remembered his words from a few minutes ago. What did he think?
“Just exactly what do you think is going to happen this week, Brad?” she asked sharply, turning back to him. “Why do you think I’m here?”
Brad’s eyes slowly took in the woman sitting next to him. She was his height — five ten, milk-in-coffee-colored skin shimmering next to his pale skin. She was soft and round, and the scent of her, under the sensual perfume she wore, lit him up like a Fourth of July firecracker. He felt the sparks in the tips of his fingers, and the heat seared him and stirred his loins. He did not understand why, and after about the first four months, he didn’t care why, but Dawn made him burn, and glow, and want, and need. She also made him laugh and cry. She often left him speechless.
“I think,” he said at last, “that I will get what I’ve wanted for a whole year!” He stopped speaking and just watched her, an amused expression on his face.
“And what have you wanted for a whole year, Brad?” she wondered, meeting his gaze squarely. The fire that she saw flaring out at her had her trembling slightly and gripping the notebook and pen she held in her hands.
“You!” was his succinct and heated response. He deliberately turned back to his paper, and left Dawn to fret and worry the rest of the trip over. In fact, she was so preoccupied worrying about Brad’s answer that she had no energy left to be nervous about being on the boat. She did manage to get her breathing under control by the time she was being ushered off the ferry.
“Right this way, beautiful!” Brad said, his hand at the small of her back. She let his gentle touch lead her to his car, a Toyota Camry, waiting in the parking lot. As he ushered her around to the passenger side, she scolded herself.
“You’re forty-five years old, girl! He’s young enough to practically be your son. You just feel flattered by his attention, that’s all. Nothing else is going on! And nothing will happen but what YOU want to happen!”
The pep talk helped her stiffen her spine and buckle herself into her seatbelt, but when he stretched over her, ostensibly to check that her door was properly closed, because the door light remained on, her heart jumped right back into her throat, and she could feel the rapid pulsing of it in her veins.
He talked about nothing and everything between the boat dock and the small Bed and Breakfast she had chosen to stay in. It was tucked away from the main road, down a side street, far enough from the center of town that she could work up a good sweat getting there and back, should she ever wish to do so. She had finally settled on Nantucket because it was somewhere she had never been, it was an island, so it would help her recapture some of the feeling she missed so much in her own island home, and she knew Brad, and wanted to see, if she were brutally honest with herself, how he would behave with her on his own turf.
She had always harbored the sneaking suspicion that he was setting a trap for her, but here, on this island far away from the high school where they were both teachers, she could not see how anything he did could harm her. And she wanted to prove to herself that she was not REALLY attracted to him, but in the unlikely event she was proved wrong, no one would know but her…and Brad.
She let him help her out when they got to the big old house with the expansive lawns. It was a big, old, butter yellow house, which was one reason she had chosen it. The sunny colors of the rooms had also been an added attraction, as had the fact that they served a full breakfast every day at nine o’clock. She watched Brad take her suitcase up the wide front steps to the beautiful glass and wood door. It was ajar, and he strode in confidently, stopping at the wide reception desk in the front hall. He rang the little bell sharply, and immediately a tiny old woman with creamy hair stepped from the cubicle in the rear to the desk. Her face lit up in a sunny smile when she saw them, and she whisked the open register around, saying brightly,
“Hello there. You must be Ms. Jamison. Welcome, my dear. Please sign here!”
She indicated the space where Dawn was to sign her name, and then handed her the key to her room.
“Up those stairs to your right, second door on the right. You have your own bathroom.”
Dawn thanked the pretty little old lady with a smile and followed Brad up the wide staircase to the second floor and into the room she had been given for the week. It was an utterly charming and very feminine room, all in buttercup yellow and dusty rose. Brad put the suitcase on the chair and turned to her.
“Dinner later?” he asked. “My mom wants to catch up with you on all the latest news from New York.”
“Brad,” she began to protest, but he stopped her with a hand on hers.
“If you don’t want to come to dinner at my house, we can go somewhere else. But I’m not letting you out of dinner with me.”
He put his arms around her, and she tried to hold herself stiffly as he lowered his head, but the kiss he planted on her this time was neither gentle nor tentative. It was a full-blown kiss of passion and need, and Dawn felt her resistance fading away as he folded her tighter in his arms. He lifted his head and stared at her
“Didi, why are you still resisting me? School’s out, and you’ve known since last Christmas how I feel about you. Why can’t you just relax?”
“Brad, this isn’t right!” she protested. “I’m almost old enough to be your mother, and I’m not the kind of woman you should be pursuing.”
“What do you know about the kind of woman I should be pursuing? And so what if you’re older than me? You’re the one I’ve been panting after since last June! What are you afraid of?”
Dawn could not answer him, because, truth be told, she didn’t know the answer. She let him pull her in again and search her mouth with his tongue as though she had treasure hidden there. She was shaking when he let her go, and she noticed a fine trembling in his hands as well.
“What time do you want me to pick you up?” he asked, releasing her slowly, but keeping hold of her hands.
Dawn looked at her watch. It was two in the afternoon. She needed a nap and a long, hot bath.
“Six o’clock?”
“Fine,” he answered, and then pulled her to him again for another kiss. She sighed into his mouth, and it seemed to set him on fire. She could feel the hardness of his desire in the valley between her thighs, and almost without volition, she moved her legs apart and pressed herself against it. He groaned.
“Naughty, naughty!” he teased, but pressed back, grinding himself against her sensually.
“This isn’t right!” she whispered again, as she felt herself climbing to a new plane of desire and need. She tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let her go this time.
“Let me stay, Didi!” Please!” His voice shook, and Dawn looked up to see his light blue-grey eyes darkened with passion. “Let me make love to you, babe!”
He caressed her hips as he spoke, and peppered her face, neck, and shoulders with hot, wet little kisses. Dawn struggled to rein in her own need. This was NOT how she had envisioned her first hours on the island to be.
“Brad, please, love, not yet, okay!” She heard her words with astonishment. The promise in them was one she was sure he had heard also, for she saw him reining in his passion, and felt him drag his hands away from her arms.
“Dinner tonight,” she continued, “then, if you have time, show me a bit of the island, then maybe tomorrow we can have dinner with your mom.”
“And when will you let me…?” He stopped, but she understood his question, and her face burned.
“What makes you think we’ll even get there?” she asked, stalling, still feeling the burning ache.
“Want me to show you how I know again?” he asked threateningly, the light of battle in his eyes. He pushed his erection against her front again, and held her in place while he ground himself against her. “Want more, babe?” he hissed between his teeth. He kept grinding against her, pushing himself and her to the ragged edge of control. They were both moaning when he let her go.
“Didi, babe, sorry!” His voice was harsh, as he struggled for control. “I’ll go now. See you at six.”
He did not move immediately, though, and Dawn could almost feel the physical battle he fought against his senses, as he struggled to back away from her. She swayed toward him, strangely unwilling to lose the bond that held them together. He passed a trembling finger over her kiss-swollen lips, smiled faintly, and left her where she stood.
That had been Sunday.
Monday they had done a tour of the island, before he went to work. It was a small island, and he told her how in fact it had once been part of the mainland. He had assured her, back in June, that if the ferry sank or capsized, she would still be able to find a high point above water to cling to till help came, because the bay was not that deep. Looking at the beautiful ocean, listening to the waves, and the whirling, diving, screaming gulls, she felt a kind of peace she hadn’t felt in years.
She’d been wearing a spaghetti-strapped yellow sundress, and her wide-brimmed hat had shielded her face from the hot summer sun. He’d stopped in the shade of some spreading trees, and they had picnicked on the fruit and cheese he had brought with him. He remembered she liked weird combinations of food, and the strawberries, grapes and cheese they had dined on had been just what she needed. When she went to wipe away the juice of a strawberry that had squirted and splashed her lips and cheeks, Brad had sidled close, and grabbed her hand with the napkin in it.
“Let me,” he offered, and she turned her face up obediently, expecting to feel the paper on her cheeks.
Instead his warm, wet tongue licked the juices from her face, and when she pulled away, he merely pulled her face back with a hand behind her head, and thoroughly kissed her strawberry-wet mouth. The fingers that held her other hand moved to push one thin yellow strap off her shoulder, and he followed with his mouth, kissing her down the side of her neck, across the width of the shoulder, down the arm, and back up, in a slow, lazy seduction of her senses that had her giddy by the time he returned to feast on her mouth again.
Dinner at his home had been a pleasant enough affair, although she could sense his mother wondering what was going on between them. She had made sure that nothing in her words or actions gave away the searing desire she felt every time Brad touched her or smiled at her. The conversation had been lively, with lots of laughter all around, and when he took her back to her lodgings, he had been in a particularly good mood.
“My mom likes you, you know,” he said as he stopped outside her door. “She wants to know when you’re going to come again. I know you’re leaving on Sunday, so I thought Saturday we could all spend the day at the beach. Would that be okay with you?” He watched her open her door, and then when she turned to face him, he held her face between his hands.
“Sure, Brad, that would be fine, as long as you remember I can’t swim!” She smiled at him, and he kissed her, as though he couldn’t help himself.
“As long as you’re in a sexy bathing suit, you can decorate the beach! And I’ll be only too happy to watch you do it!” He nipped her bottom lip between his teeth, then soothed the ache with a wet kiss that sucked it into his mouth, before invading her own.
“I’d better go,” he breathed at last. “Gotta be up early tomorrow. I’ll pass by in the afternoon. Maybe we can give that bathing suit an airing before Saturday.” One more sweet kiss on the lips, and he was gone.
Tuesday he had come to get her for an afternoon swim at a private beach owned by one of his family’s close friends. No one else was there at that time of day, and Brad had spent most of the time swimming and coaxing Dawn into the ocean. He managed to get her to wade in and play with him a little, but inevitably the play had become so much more. They had ended up on the sand, right by the water’s edge, Dawn on her back, Brad next to her, stealing kisses from her lips, her neck, the valley between her breasts.
“Brad, what are you doing?” she asked, when he pushed the straps of her one piece suit off her shoulders and proceeded to kiss them, before letting his mouth wander down to the tops of her luscious breasts, which he let himself fondle for the first time. She inhaled deeply, and when his mouth sucked on an erect nipple through the wet suit, Dawn almost came right there.
“I’m letting you get used to me,” he said, “to what I do when I want someone as much as I want you.” He let his hands slide back up the column of her neck and cradle her head, before planting another deep kiss on her eager mouth. Later, they had eaten at a favorite diner of his, before she had finally tumbled, exhausted and well kissed, into her bed.
Wednesday he had had to work almost all day, so she had walked into town and made a few purchases, which she had asked to be delivered to the Bed and Breakfast. The town was a tourist town, and the shops tempted her with everything from paintings to model ships, from embroidered tea trays to beautifully hand-worked tablecloths, from ships’ hardware to vintage glass. The two bags of purchases would have been too much for her to carry, with the body pillow she had bought, and since she intended to follow her plan and walk both ways, she had asked for the packages to be delivered.
He had called her that afternoon and invited her to a friend’s home for a barbecue supper, and once again the fire between them had flared almost out of control. He had come up to her door on Wednesday night, and begged her to let him stay. His kisses had inflamed her till she almost forgot her own name, but she had held out against him, and he had left disappointed and, she could see, a little hurt by her continued rejection.
Today was Thursday, and the sexual tension between them had increased so much that Dawn had decided that she would avoid Brad this morning at all costs. So when he called, she didn’t answer the phone, and asked Mrs. Potter, the sweet old lady at the front desk, to take any phone messages. She lay in bed, hugging the body pillow she had bought in town the day before and wishing she could explain the feelings she fought against every time she saw Brad. None of these feelings had been there during the school year. Or so she had thought, only now, she was swamped by them, and unable to cope with them.
The phone rang again, and she saw, by the red light, that it was the front desk. She picked it up.
“Ms. Jamison, you have two packages down here. Shall I send it up, or will you collect it on your way out?” The voice was not Mrs. Potter’s, but belonged to her grand-daughter, Annie.
“Please send it up, Annie, thanks!” she answered. It must be the souvenirs she had purchased yesterday during her visit to the shopping area downtown. She got up reluctantly, and donned her dressing gown just as there was a rap on the door.
“Coming!” she said loudly and hurried to open the door. Brad stood before her, holding not only her packages from downtown, but also a large bouquet of fragrant flowers. His eyes took in her sleepwear — a short black satin dressing gown over a skimpy matching shortie-pajama set. She could feel herself coloring up, and she moved hastily out of the doorway to let him in.
“Sleeping in this morning?” he wondered aloud, as he put her shopping down on the chair, and went to rest the flowers in water in the bathroom sink. She watched him come back to where she still stood rooted, as it were, to the spot.
“Yes, I’m feeling a little lazy,” she said nervously.
“Or a little afraid, huh?” he said and came to stand in front of her. “Didi, I’m free all morning, so I’m at your service.” He smiled, and continued, “And I do so WANT to service you, sweet thing!”
His voice was sultry and husky as he eyed her again.
“You have a one track mind, don’t you, Brad?” she replied, trying to make a joke of his words, trying to dissipate the thick fog of feeling in his voice.
He didn’t answer her, but reached out to touch the collar of the dressing gown. She flinched and tried to move away from him. He held the cloth between his strong fingers, and pulled her to his mouth.
“If you keep pushing me away, you’re gonna miss out on the chance to know, once and for all, if we can have something real. I don’t wanna miss that chance, Didi!”
“What if this is just about fucking, Brad? What if there’s nothing else here? Would that be okay with you? Huh? Would it be all right if all we wanted was to fuck each other’s brains out?”
Dawn heard her words with a kind of dismay and shock that made the color flood her cheeks. She wrenched herself away from his hands and stumbled to the door.
“You need to leave Brad, please! I can’t do this!” She was whispering now, because the force of her feelings left her unable to utter a word in a regular tone.
Brad stayed where he was. “D’you really want that, Didi? Because if I leave now, I will only come back to take you to the ferry. And whatever has been building between us all week will die. And I won’t try to resurrect it. Is that what you want, babe?”
Dawn felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, and she raised a distracted hand to wipe them away. She was so torn that she could almost feel herself being pulled apart, and the pain was excruciating. She knew what her heart wanted, but her head said no, and said it so loudly that she felt she could not ignore it. And now, she was here, at the moment of decision. She stared helplessly at Brad, her eyes begging him to help her figure out her dilemma. She watched him walk toward her at last, and look her in the eyes.
“Why do you fight the feeling? We could be so good together, babe! I just know it!” He reached out to touch her cheek with a warm finger. “And as to whether it’s about sex or something more, d’you think what you’re feeling for me is only about sex? Or are you worried about me?”
Dawn’s eyes shot up to his face, and he saw his answer.
“Why? Why do you think I only want you to fuck you? Why do you think I don’t care about you?” He gripped her upper arms in his hard hands and searched her face. “It’s about the age difference, isn’t it?” Again, he saw his answer in her face. “You think I’m too much younger than you for what I’m feeling to be real, don’t you? You think I only want you to fuck because you’re older, and I’m curious!”
He was almost shouting now, and Dawn felt his hands tighten their grip on her. For the first time since she’d known him, she was afraid of Brad. She held herself very still, and her fear must have communicated itself to him, because suddenly he let her go, reached around her, and opened the door.
“Enjoy your lie in, Didi! If you want to see me again before you go, you have my number.” He was angry, and she had never seen him so angry. She saw the anger in the set of his jaw, in the darkening of his eyes. And she saw desire, and hurt, warring with the anger. Her eyes welled up again, and she touched him as he walked out the door.
“Brad, I…” Her eyes begged him to understand, and he hesitated and leaned toward her, then stopped himself.
“Call me!” he said abruptly, and stalked away.
Dawn spent the rest of the morning trying to read, missing breakfast because she found she couldn’t face food. By noon, though, she was starving, and her hunger forced her out of her room in search of sustenance. Mrs. Potter was sitting on the wide front porch in the rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth.
“Oh, Ms. Jamison, good afternoon!” she said cheerily. “Finally awake?”
Dawn smiled and sat in the swing.
“Hungry, are you?” the little lady said, still smiling. “I had Annie leave you some breakfast. Would you like her to get it for you? You can have it out here!”
“Oh, thanks, Mrs. P, but I don’t want to trouble you!” Dawn replied.
“No trouble at all!” she assured Dawn, and pulled the walkie-talkie she carried with her out of the pocket of her slacks.
Soon Dawn was munching on bacon and eggs over easy, with a toasted bagel, butter and marmalade, and a tall glass of iced coffee.
“Where’s that nice young man today?” Mrs. Potter asked as Dawn ate. “Quite handsome, isn’t he? And very attentive!”
“He’s at work, Mrs. P,” Dawn said between mouthfuls. She didn’t want to talk about Brad, especially not with a stranger, no matter how companionable she was.
“He seems quite taken with you, doesn’t he?” the old lay continued, ignoring Dawn’s obvious reluctance to talk. “I had a lover like that once!” she added, astonishing Dawn so much she almost choked on the last piece of bagel. She hastily swallowed a mouthful of coffee, and replied,
“He’s not my lover, Mrs. P!” Her voice held a protest, as well as some outrage.
“And I’m sure he’s wondering why not!” the spry old lady replied immediately, looking Dawn dead in the eye. “What are you waiting for? You’ve only got one life. Live it! Don’t be afraid!”
She paused, as though waiting for a response from Dawn, and when none came, she went on.
“He was the best of my lovers, and the only one I regret not marrying. If I had, I wouldn’t be here now.”
Suddenly her voice was wistful, and Dawn thought she saw tears in her eyes.
“Anyway, don’t mind a nosy old lady. Just be sure and make the right decision, my dear. It would be a pity to lose him, if he really loves you.”
She stood up to leave, and added, before walking into the house,
“Love doesn’t see age, my dear. Only we do!”
When Annie came to get the tray, Dawn walked down the front steps and into the garden. The fountain tinkled off to her right, and she watched as two birds washed themselves and sipped from it. A large bumblebee buzzed by her, and settled on a flower ahead of her on the path. The bird feeder attracted a number of birds every day, and today she saw an orange-breasted bluebird pecking away at its offerings. There was life all around her, being lived fully and with enjoyment. And here she was, dithering about whether or not to let a man love her.
She had left her marriage behind, after twenty years, because it became clear that what David expected of her, and had expected of her for all those years, she could no longer provide him. And he could not wait for her to see the error of her ways, so he had gone his, and the baby he was now the proud father of was testament to the depth of the rift between them. David was gone, married to the mother of his baby, and, at last report, blissfully happy. And here she was, worrying about how old HER gift was!
It had never been her habit to initiate action in a relationship, so as she called the number on the card that Brad had left with her, she felt her insides shaking with fear and uncertainty. The machine picked up, and she left a short message:
“When may I see you again?”
All afternoon she sat on the swing, trying to concentrate on the book she had brought back out with her after she made the call. She also had her cell phone with her this time, but it remained ominously silent. Finally, at three thirty, when the silence and her anxiety got the better of her, she went and changed into her bathing suit and walked across the street to the beach. She didn’t know Mrs. Potter was watching her through the front window. She spread the big colorful beach towel on the sand next to an empty lounger, and leaving her book and beach bag, decided to go for a walk in the surf.
The water was cool, the sand warm, and the sun hot on her shoulders. She heard the echo of Brad’s voice in her ears, telling her to call him in that angry voice. How would he react to her call? He hadn’t called, and she began to despair that he ever would. She had been fearful, as usual, and she would leave the way she had come, without knowing what could have been.
The book did not hold her attention any better when she got back to the towel, so she closed her eyes, pulling the straw hat over her face to shield it from the sun. She was drifting off into sleep when she felt a warm hand on hers. Her eyes flew open as the hat was removed from her face, and Brad looked down at her.
“You wanted to see me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Dawn sat up, and immediately he pulled her into his arms. He was dressed in cut-off blue jeans and a muscle shirt, and his arms were pink from the sun. She barely had time to register that he was sitting on the sand next to her towel before his mouth covered hers, and he groaned into her mouth.
“Oh, baby, I thought you’d never call! And then you did, and I couldn’t come till now!” He kissed her again, and framed her face in his hands. She looked at him properly for the first time since Sunday, and what she saw told her it would be about more than sex when they made it back to her room…
…which they did almost immediately. He carried her things for her, and once in the room, threw them on the chair and hauled her back into his arms.
“I need a shower, babe! Wanna share it with me?”
Dawn felt her face flaming, and tried to hide it, but he held her chin firmly between thumb and forefinger and said, “Don’t be shy, honey! Come on!”
He released her face and pulled her along with him to the little bathroom, where he proceeded to strip her, lingering on her breasts, which he was seeing for the first time unclothed. They were lush and heavy, and he caressed them as he suckled her, making her weak in the knees. She could hardly keep her feet, and Brad must have noticed it, for he took pity on her and left those luscious orbs.
“Wanna help me undress?” he asked, and took her hands to his shirt.
Dawn reached for the bottom of the shirt and Brad raised his arms so she could pull it over his head. He reached down to kiss her mouth before she bent her head to his belt buckle. He sucked in a breath when she touched his belly as she pulled the belt and reached for the zipper.
“Didi, careful!” he breathed, as she slowly pulled the zipper down over his bulging erection. “Touch me, hon!” he begged, pulling his boxers down with his shorts.
He took her hand and placed it on his engorged cock, and Dawn stroked him, at first tentatively, then with more confidence as her desire mounted, and her need matched his. He groaned and pushed into her warm hands, and then he stopped her.
“Honey, much as I want you to take me there, we need to shower first.” He bent and kissed her, a quick, hot kiss.
They finished stripping and he set the water temperature, and pulled her tenderly under the spray with him. They washed each other slowly, sensually, from head to toe, the soap making their hands slide easily over each other. The bathing was interspersed with deep, slow, wet kisses. He didn’t seem to mind that when they had both dried off, and he smelled like peaches and cream. He took the lotion bottle away from her, and pushed her gently down on the bed.
“Lie back, sweetie, let me do this for you!”
Dawn lay back, and spread her arms wide, watching Brad’s face as he smoothed the thick creamy lotion over her skin. He slowed at her breasts, and before he was done caressing the nipples into turgid peaks, Dawn was squirming on the bed. He lowered his head and licked them, long, teasing licks, before smoothing lotion over them. He was breathing hard by the time he came to the valley between her thighs. He spread lotion down the front of one leg, and around, and up the back, and then, his hand trembling, he slid it up the inside and skated teasingly over the slit that housed her aching need.
“Brad, please!” Dawn whispered, reaching to grab his hand and place it where she most needed him to touch her. But he resisted, shaking more noticeably, and instead spread lotion on the other leg, repeating the procedure he had used for the first one. They were both trembling when he passed his fingers lightly over the neat triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs.
“Brad, please!” she begged him again, and finally, he let a finger slide between those waiting lips, circling her clit, sliding down the length of her weeping sex, back up, down again, and plunging inside, slowly, caressing that special spot that made her want to scream with pleasure.
“Oh baby, you’re so wet!” he exclaimed. “And I want you so much!”
He set the bottle of lotion aside and settled over her, lowering his head for another deep, soul-stealing kiss. Dawn wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back unabashedly, finally letting every last inhibition go. “I’m not too young for you now?” he asked, as he teased her aching clit. “I’m not the son you never had? I’m the guy who makes you ache and moan?”
He kissed her between questions, first on one shoulder, then the other. Then he sucked on a taut nipple and looked up at her again.
“Do you want me, Didi? Just me, not some older guy?” He sucked the other waiting nipple into his mouth, and Dawn was rendered speechless. Brad chuckled. “What? Cat got your tongue? Maybe I can free it for you, sweetness!” He moved back to her mouth, all the while making teasing passes around her turgid clit, never touching it directly. He sipped at her lips for a minute, then teased them open and sucked on her tongue, sliding the hot length of his up and down hers, before mimicking the actions he would take when he finally took her completely.
Dawn was trembling uncontrollably by this point. Never in all her life had she been so thoroughly aroused, so on edge, so ready to explode. Not even David, expert lover that he had been, had ever made her want to scream, to die for want of him. She opened her eyes and looked at the man who was tormenting her with his touches and his licks and kisses.
“Brad, please!” she said again, and raised heavy arms to encircle his neck. “I don’t know how much more I can bear!”
Brad laughed softly. “Really? Is that so?” He planted a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “What if I want to keep you right on the edge where you are now till you BEG me to let you cum? Would you let me?” His eyes were serious, even though his face was full of smiles. “Do you trust me to make you happy?”
Suddenly Dawn knew that what Brad was asking had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with love. She looked at him again, properly, and suddenly the tears flooded her eyes. He had pursued her, had flirted her, had teased her for a whole year because he loved her! It really wasn’t just about sex. He loved her! How had she not seen that before this moment?
She turned her face to kiss the fingers that brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“Oh, Brad, I’ve been so stupid!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”
“I’ll forgive you if you tell me you trust me now!” His voice was hoarse, and he had to clear his throat before continuing. “Say you trust me never to hurt you, Didi, and I’ll make you forget you ever doubted me!”
Dawn looked him square in the eye, and kissed his lips before repeating the words he wanted to hear. “I trust you, Brad!”
He took over the kiss, sealing their new bond with the fire of his caresses. Dawn moaned when he kissed his way down her belly to the lips of her sex, and when his tongue swept her aching clit, she had to muffle the scream that rose in her throat. He kissed her deeply, fully, pressing his tongue inside her weeping sex, before coming back to her mouth to let her taste herself in his kiss.
Brad pushed her legs apart and slipped between them, pressing his aching erection against her wet center. He ground himself there, torturing her and himself relentlessly, moaning with her as he pushed her arms above her head and kissed her mouth, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He moved from her mouth to her breasts, worrying the nipples with his tongue and lips, making Dawn want him with a desperation that defied explanation. He felt the fine trembling in her arms and legs, as he let go of her arms to brace himself on his own before pushing into her, slowly, trembling with the effort at control.
Dawn felt Brad enter her and she held her breath, waiting to be filled with him. But he stopped just inside, as though he were gathering force for the final thrust. Dawn opened her mouth to demand that he stop the exquisite torture, but he cut her off with a kiss that left her more breathless and aching than she already was. She had no idea she could be any more strung out than she was, or that she could bear the torment of wanting to feel this man move inside her and bring her the satisfaction she so desperately wanted.
“Oh, honey, please, just fuck me!” Her voice was raw with the strength of her need.
“No!” Brad whispered in her ear. “I won’t ever just fuck you, babe! But if you like I’ll make hot, hard love to you! Over and over again! And I’ll make you cum as often as you can bear to, for as long as you want me to!”
He pushed himself in another inch, and held himself still, watching her face. She gasped and groaned when he stopped.
“More?” he asked, his arms trembling.
“Yes!” Dawn whispered, and lifted her legs, effectively pushing her pelvis up and taking him in. She heard him gasp and felt the uncontrollable push as he buried himself inside her.
“Oh God, you feel so good, Didi!” Brad breathed in her ear. He began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out then pushing back in, his thrusts gradually getting more and more frenzied as he loved her. Dawn met him stroke for stroke, keeping pace with him as he took then higher and higher, making them moan together.
“Baby, I love you!” he confessed, feeling the force of his orgasm gathering in the base of his spine. He let himself go, and came in wave upon crashing wave of pulsing feeling.
Dawn felt Brad coming inside her, and his uncontrolled thrusts pushed her over the edge. She dug her fingers into his back and bit his shoulder to stop herself from screaming, so great was the force of her orgasm. Brad kept pumping into her, unable to stop himself, and they came together a second time. Brad opened his mouth over hers as he came this time, swallowing her cry in his breathless kiss, feeling the tingles all the way to the tips of his fingers.
Brad trailed his lips over Dawn’s face and neck, wanting to keep the connection, but feeling himself slip out of her. He slid to her side and pulled her back onto his arms, kissing her sweat-dampened forehead.
“Damn, Didi, you’re so hot!” he exclaimed. “So hot! And so beautiful!” He pulled her face away from his shoulder for a minute and searched her face. “Okay?” His eyes took in the flush on her caramel cheeks, and the tremulous smile on her lips. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart!” he said when she nodded. He kissed her lips lightly, tenderly.
Dawn hugged Brad to her breast, loving the feel of his hairy chest on her nipples. She moaned when he shifted and stretched over her head.
“Sweetie,” he whispered, reaching down to raise her face to his eyes, “we didn’t use a condom.”
Dawn smiled, a slow, confident, frankly sexual smile that Brad felt the force of down to the tips of his toes. She trailed her fingers down his chest, tangling them lightly in the springy hairs there. Brad shuddered with the renewal of his passion, and the new urgency he began to feel to be inside her again.
“Ever heard of birth control pills, young man?” she almost purred at him.
Brad heard the question through an increasing fog of lust that clouded his thinking. He only knew it meant he could have her over and over again, with nothing between them. He rolled over Dawn, pushing his leg between hers, and growled.
“Ready to play again, honey?”
He pushed his knee up against her slit, teasing her, and dropped his mouth again to taste the sweetness of her breasts, then slid up to sip at the nectar in her mouth. His mouth devoured hers, and he ground himself in all his naked allure against her needy flesh. Dawn squirmed against him, and opened her legs wider.
“Brad, please touch me!” she begged him, wondering the while at how she had become a wild and wanton woman in the space of a couple of hours.
“Not so fast, sweet thing!” Brad returned, a smile playing about his lips. “I think I’ll up the ante this time.” He pulled a nipple into his mouth, and Dawn whimpered. “What do you say to you touching me, instead? It’ll be a real turn-on, I promise!” Now HE was purring, and the flames they ignited sound licked at Dawn’s insides like a forest fire on dry wood.
“You mean a hand job?” she asked, barely able to speak as he alternated among her turgid nipples and sweet mouth, licking and sucking on each in turn.
“More than that, my sweet! I wanna feel your mouth on me! Make me tremble like I did you. Keep me begging. I guarantee you, it’s a real turn-on!”
Brad saw Dawn hesitation in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, babe?’ he whispered, sucking on an earlobe.
“I…” Dawn found herself too embarrassed to speak.
“You…what, love?” He sucked on the other earlobe. “Never done that before?” He looked into her eyes and saw his answer. He smiled. “I can teach you, honey! Step,” he licked his way around the shell of her ear, “by step,” he licked around the shell of the other ear, “by fucking, sexy step!”
He nipped his way across her cheek to her mouth, every place his tongue and teeth touched a burning reminder of the depth of her need. She would have followed him to the ends of the Earth, and done anything he asked, if she knew the reward would be his touch, his kiss, his possession.
“Okay,” she agreed, and swallowed.
Brad rolled off her and lay on his back.
“Come here,” he commanded, and Dawn rolled to her side and looked at the length of his gloriously tanned and muscled body. The hair on his chest drew her eyes, and he saw where she looked.
“Touch me there, babe! Tangle your fingers in them, like you did before! I loved it when you did that to me!” His voice caressed her, seduced her, and she passed her hand lightly over him, then, when she heard his indrawn breath, she played with the hairs there, tangling and releasing, tickling him, and then before she knew it, she was kissing him there.
“Honey, that’s so good,” Brad breathed. “Now come give me a kiss.” He pulled her up without waiting for her to obey, and swept her mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside, moaning with arousal. They kissed passionately, and when Brad broke the kiss, Dawn moaned a protest.
“Brad!”
“No! Not yet! Now, I want you to play with my balls, Didi! Caress them, like this.”
He took her hand and rubbed it on his swollen testicles, and when she fondled him, he felt himself swelling even more.
“Oh babe!” he groaned when she smoothed her hand over his balls, and trailed her fingers teasingly around them. His cock grew, and hardened, and he pushed himself into her willing hand.
“You’re good, miss!” he sighed. “Ready to go to the next level, love?”
Dawn nodded, her hands trembling slightly, wanting to make him feel the emotions that stormed inside her.
“Kiss me, Didi, and lick me, like I did you,” he instructed. “Use you tongue and you lips to tease me. Just remember to be gentle, honey!”
Dawn moved to do as he told her to, and he said, “Kiss my belly, sweetie, and my cock, on your way down.”
She did as he told her, loving the way the hair on his chest narrowed as it went lower, until it came to the place his cock sprang from it, turgid and pulsing. She let her tongue linger on the base of his rock-hard sex, and heard his groan with a deep satisfaction. She wanted to hear that sign of her effect on him again, and so she let her tongue slide up its length, and back down. When she touched the tip of his arousal with her tongue, Brad almost shot off the bed. Dawn almost laughed, and felt her own arousal grow, and the wetness between her legs increased.
“Did I do that right?” she wondered aloud.
Brad could only nod, his breathing shallow.
Dawn continued her exploration of his arousal with her tongue, but before long he was pulling her away from him, and up to his mouth for a kiss that told her he was on the ragged edge of his control.
“Didi,” he said hoarsely, “I want to fuck you so bad it’s killing me!” He swallowed. “But there’s one more thing you have to do. It’s part of the package.” He kissed her again, and let his hands caress her back and bottom. “If you want to make me cum, suck my cock, babe!” Suddenly, he chuckled. “Think of it as an ice cream cone that erupts!”
Dawn was already holding him, preparing to lick him into delirium, the way he had done her before. He caressed a breast, and Dawn hissed,
“Don’t touch me, Brad! I can’t concentrate if you do!”
Brad smiled, despite the ache in his groin, and let her have her way with him.
“You’re a really quick study, miss! No wonder you were an ‘A’ student in school!” He inhaled sharply as she passed her tongue around the hood of his penis. And when she took him into her mouth and sucked, his instant response told her how close he was. She wanted to see him lose control, and she caressed his balls as she sucked, alternating between a full mouth suck and teasing licks and passes of her tongue.
“Didi! Baby! Stop now!” Brad begged her.
But Dawn was beyond hearing him. The idea of having him lose complete control and cum explosively because SHE had made him aroused her beyond measure.
“Oh God, Didi, please!” Brad implored her, but Dawn kept up the sensual torture. His moans grew louder and finally he was unable to retain the control he fought to keep. Dawn sucked hard on him one last time, and Brad growled out his orgasm, spurting thick, creamy cum into her mouth.
The shock of the warm salty fluid in her mouth confused Dawn. Brad fucked her mouth for a few more seconds, while Dawn tried to decide whether she should swallow or gag and spit it out. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, and Brad saw the confusion there. He pulled her up to his mouth and licked the cum off her lips. Dawn’s eyes registered her surprise, and she let him pull her to his lips, where he devoured her mouth, tasting himself again on her tongue and sucking his cum into his mouth. He swallowed, kissed her again hotly, and then kissed his way down to her aching sex, where he sipped at her juices, licking her turgid clit, sucking on the swollen lips of her sex, and fucking her with his tongue, over and over, before replacing his tongue with two fingers, while he worried her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Dawn trembled uncontrollably, feeling her ecstasy rise inside her, building in her belly to a sweetly aching desire to cum over and over again.
“Brad, please, honey, please!”
She did not even know what she was saying, but she squirmed against his mouth and hands, and finally Brad let her cum, sucking on her, licking at her, eating her, making Dawn cry out and jam her fist into her mouth to muffle the sound. He kept at her, fucking her with his fingers till she came again. When at last the tremors receded, and she lay back, exhausted, Brad moved back to her mouth for a deep kiss, and she tasted herself on his hot tongue.
Neither of them knew when they fell asleep, but the clock said 10:53, and it was dark outside, when Brad stirred, feeling the weight of the woman he loved, and had loved all afternoon, on his arm. He turned his head and kissed the top of hers where it rested on his chest. She had moved during the evening, and her arm was thrown across his chest. Her full breasts were squashed against him, and he reached out a suddenly trembling hand to touch them, feeling again the wonder that this vibrant, sexy woman was his, after a year of chasing her, of wanting her, of dreaming about the time when they could make love. Now they had, and he wanted her more than before. He reached down and kissed the soft skin of her cheek, whispering,
“I love you, Dawn Jamison. You’re mine now, and I’m never gonna let you go!”
Dawn woke to the promise in those words, and smiled when Brad began again the sweet seduction of her senses and her soul.