Heat Waves (2 page)

Stifling a moan of pleasure, Emma glanced
across to see if Rick had noticed anything. Thankfully, he seemed
unaware, although he was watching her still, and smirked as he
caught her eyes. He seemed about to say something, but she looked
away, and he obviously thought better of speaking. Emma was really
glad, as at that moment she would have been unable to speak. The
pleasure was growing more intense as James
skilfully
worked her sex with his fingers.
How the hell was he managing to do this and look so innocent? He
turned towards her, and a small twitch of his lips betrayed him. He
looked so gorgeous, Emma wanted to throw any remaining caution to
the wind, and kiss him with the passion that was about to explode
within her.

It was too much to bear; the orgasm took her,
and she closed her legs, trapping his fingers; ripples of pleasure
rose from her sex, causing a flutter through her stomach. Emma bit
her lip, but a small sound escaped her, and to disguise it, she
faked a coughing fit. James freed his fingers as he turned to face
her, asking her if everything was okay. She spluttered out that she
was fine, the urge to laugh growing, which she hid behind her hand.
James, with his mock concern, fully aware of the real reason,
called for a glass of water. Rick just sat there and watched,
sipping his beer, then suddenly
realising
that he should do something; so as not to
be shown up by a stranger, he put a comforting hand on her
shoulder.

Taking the excuse of water, Emma disentangled
herself from Rick and James, and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi,
taking small sips. Putting the glass on the side, Emma made her
excuses and left the two men sitting there. Back in the changing
room, she allowed herself to relive those moments; she could almost
feel his fingers again against her. Getting changed, Emma left the
spa, and walked straight into James. He caught her as she bounced
back off his chest, his strong hands holding her steady, not
letting her step away – not that she wanted to be anywhere but in
his arms. He smiled, and suggested that they go for lunch
together.

James told her of a secluded beach he knew;
he suggested hiring a boat there and then. Emma nodded her
agreement, and let him lead her to the marina. He chose a sleek
looking speed boat for them, and then told her to wait while he set
off for supplies. Emma was enjoying the way James had taken
control; she just sat in the boat, feeling the gentle sway as the
sun bathed her in its warmth. She must have dozed off, and was
awoken by the sudden rocking of the boat announcing James had
returned. He was laden with bags, and stood looking down at her.
Emma straightened her hair, cursing herself for falling asleep;
what must she look like? James told her to relax, and set about
getting ready for launch.

The boat ride was exhilarating, the wind
causing her hair to fly out behind her. She laughed as the boat
seemed to leap from wave to wave. James smiled at her obvious
delight, and pulled her tight against him. Emma snuggled against
him, feeling secure in his arms. James tried to tell her something,
but the noise of the engine and roar of the wind made it impossible
to hear. He pointed ahead, and in the distance she could make out a
bay; she smiled and nodded to show her understanding. He throttled
down the engine and, as the boat slowed, Emma found she could hear
again. James explained he had found this bay a couple of years ago
when he had taken some scuba lessons, and had wanted somewhere
quiet to practice.

With the boat grounded and anchored, James
lifted her down to the sand. He led her up the beach, and laid out
a blanket in the shade of some trees. Putting the bags down, James
lay on the blanket, gesturing to Emma to lie down next to him. She
positioned herself on her side, looking up at him. There was a
moment of awkward silence; Emma was not sure what to say or do.
This man had whisked her off to a secluded beach, after giving her
one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

James broke the tension, offering her a
drink. Then he smiled at her, and started to speak, just as she
asked him what was for lunch. They both laughed and settled down
for an enjoyable picnic.

Emma was not sure when it started to happen,
but the conversation began to slow, and an air of anticipation
filled the atmosphere. She found herself gazing into James's eyes,
and noticing a hunger, one that she was anxious to sate. James had
stopped talking now, and was just looking at her. He reached out
and brushed her hair away from her face and back over her ear. In a
voice barely above a whisper, he told her how beautiful she was,
how hard it was for him not to just to give in and kiss her. Emma
heard the words, and looking at this dream of a man, she wished he
would lose control. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel
his lips on hers. His hand was still holding her hair back, and he
seemed reluctant to break the moment of physical contact.

The silence built, and the anticipation was
killing her. James no longer looked hungry, he looked absolutely
ravenous. Emma was taken aback by the passion of his kiss as he
pulled her tightly against him, and she offered no resistance. His
hand moved down to the small of her back, raising
goose bumps
along her arms. She
relaxed in his arms; this was where she was meant to be. James
broke the kiss, causing her to gasp in shock. She reached for him,
but he told her to wait. Emma felt confused; what had she done? Did
he not want her? Then she looked into his eyes and saw the desire,
and she felt calmer.

James told her to stand up; she did as he
asked, looking down at him. He stood and told her they should go
for a swim; she shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the
water, trying not to let her disappointment show. Emma had only
taken a couple of steps when James called out after her, asking
what she was up to? Turning to him she stopped in her tracks. He
had taken his top off, and was just pulling down his shorts. He
stopped when he saw her staring and said, “This is hardly fair, is
it? Don't you think you should be getting ready too?” Emma felt
herself blush, suddenly self-conscious, but she could not take her
eyes from his body.

Emma’s eyes tracked his every move as he
pulled down his shorts and boxers in one smooth action. He stepped
out of them and stood before her. She looked at the hard lines of
his body, the ridges of his stomach, lower, past his tidy pubic
zone, to one impressive piece of equipment. He said something, but
she was not paying attention, riveted as she was. He sprung forward
and grabbed her before she could resist, crushing her to him, and
brought his lips to hers once again. Emma was putty in his hands,
and put up no resistance when he undressed her. Standing naked
before him, she had to bear his scrutiny, as his gaze swept over
her body, causing her to flush red. Stepping forward, James told
her to forget the swim.

He picked her up and carried her back to the
blanket, laying her down and kneeling beside her. He seemed to
drink her in, his eyes lingering at her breasts before moving
lower. Emma knew she was attractive, and tried to take care of
herself, but this man made her feel like a goddess. He reached out,
almost reverently, to touch her face, the back of his fingers
gently stroking her cheek. He whispered so quietly that she almost
did not hear. “You are so beautiful.” That was all he said before
his fingers started to trace lower, down along the side of her
neck, up over her shoulder, across her chest, sending a jolt of
electricity through her as he circled her hardening nipple.

Her breathing quickened, along with her heart
rate. She let out a small moan of pleasure, as he leant down and,
using his tongue, stimulated her nipple even more. He took her
breast in his mouth, as his hand continued its journey lower. Her
stomach fluttered under his touch, as he continued teasing her
nipples with his lips and tongue. His fingers had reached her pubic
mound, which longed for his touch, the memory of the Jacuzzi still
strong in her mind. She wondered how intense it would feel without
the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, so impatient was she for that
touch, she found herself arching her back and raising her hips to
meet his fingers.

The moment his fingers touched her sex, Emma
thought she was going to climax. James began to work her sex, as
she writhed against his fingers, this time she did not need to hold
back, this time she let James know the effect he was having on her.
Emma let him know with every gasp of pleasure and movement of her
body, she knew his fingers would be glistening with her moist sex
as he stimulated her clitoris harder and harder. There was no
holding back the tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her whole
body, her cries echoed out as she called his name. Just when she
thought it was over, and the ripples had started to subside, he
kissed his way down her body, her stomach again fluttering under
his feather light touches.

Emma knew what was coming, her fingers
wrapped in his hair as she guided him lower. James breathed in the
aroma of her sex as he kissed her pubic mound, letting her guide
him lower until his tongue finally made contact. The moment he
tasted her, Emma felt a shift in his urgency; he located her
clitoris, and she felt the onrushing of a second orgasm close on
the heels of the first. This was incredible; she was lying on a
beach, with waves breaking gently on the shore, the sun was shining
brilliantly, and this gorgeous man was about to make her orgasm for
the third time in a day. His tongue was working such magic that she
was not going to be able to hold off much longer. Emma was just
about to surrender and give in, when he stopped, and she could have
cried in frustration.

James knelt between her legs, then pulled her
upright and lifted her onto his lap. As Emma straddled him, she
could feel his hardness pushing at her sex: slowly she lowered
herself onto him. He held her close, leaning into kiss her, raising
his hips to move further inside her. Emma felt him push into her,
and lowered herself to meet him, taking him fully inside her. God,
he felt so big, as he moved inside her, and she rocked in rhythm
with him, their tongues meeting as they became one. James lifted
her effortlessly from him, and lay her down so he could hold
himself above her. Emma wrapped her legs around him, pulling him
deep inside her once more; he pushed so deep and hard inside her,
it was almost painful, but yet intensely pleasurable at the same
time. Emma raked her fingers down his back, calling out his name,
begging him for more between ragged gasps.

She met his gaze and told him that her orgasm
was coming, she could feel it building, and this time she was not
going to be denied. She locked her legs tightly around him and
pulled him in deep. His thrusts were increasing in tempo and, as
she cried out her pleasure, she felt his hips buck and his warmth
flow into her. Exhausted they collapsed and lay there, breathing
hard. He lay beside her, his arm over her stomach, until finally
they had recovered enough to talk. He looked at her and smiled.
“Fancy that swim?”

The swim was refreshing, the sea warm as they
frolicked in the surf. They stayed on the beach for another couple
of hours, until the sun started to go down and the cool breeze
became chilly, and he saw her shivering, James wrapped the blanket
around her shoulders, and they headed back to the boat. The trip
back to the marina was completed in a comfortable silence, Emma
holding the blanket tightly wrapped around herself watching James
at the wheel. She was not sure yet, what the future was going to
hold with this man, but the rest of the holiday was shaping up to
be as good as she had hoped, if a little different from her
original plan. On the walk back to the hotel they agreed that Emma
would stay with him. James offered to walk her to her room in case
Rick was there, but she told him she would be fine.

Rick was already in the room when she got
back; as she closed the door he told her with a smirk that he’d
known she would come crawling back. She let him finish explaining
how wonderful they were together, and how lucky she was that he was
so understanding. Standing there looking at him, Emma wondered how
she could ever have fallen for him. He patted the bed, and
suggested that they make up properly, but she could not help
herself, and burst out laughing. Ignoring his obvious confusion,
Emma packed her bag and left the room, still laughing to herself.
She met James in the bar, and together they went up to his room,
and her holiday truly began.

About R.T.
Steory

A little bit about me... I am married; have a
newborn son; I work full time as a Customer Service Manager, and
love to read any chance I can get.

I enjoy writing and taking people on a journey,
painting pictures with my words. I write a variety of genres,
mainly flash fiction pieces. Romance and Erotica are
favourites
of mine, and I try and
infuse a feeling of romance into my Erotica.

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