Pleasure (8 page)

They never made it past the walled patio. He pushed Helen up
against the glass sliding door, pressing his body close, melding them together.
His hands were at the front of her dress, expertly unbuttoning each small
pearly button and then peeling it down her shoulders. Quickly he unsnapped the
front opening of her bra and tossed that aside as well.

In the meantime, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and
her hands now worked frantically to push his pants down over his narrow hips.
She was shocked when she realized he wore no underwear. Not a speck of clothing
stood between her and him except for her flimsy silk panties which were now
down to her thighs and about to disappear.

When they landed at her feet, she kicked them away and
pressed her body tightly to his. Oh, God, it was heaven.

Helen dropped a hand to enclose his hard cock in her hand.
Oh, lord, it was so stiff and thick, assuredly longer than any she had
encountered before.

Breaking the heady kiss, she glanced down between their
bodies, for the first time seeing him totally naked. He was glorious.

“Oh, God, Lucas. You’re beautiful.”

A chuckle erupted from deep in his throat. “You’re the one
who is beautiful.” He picked her up and began walking over toward a lounge
chair. “Don’t worry, no one can see us here, unless they’re flying above us.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing tightly
to his chest. His cock was pressed snugly between the wet lips of her pussy and
as he walked, it slid through her juices, driving her passion higher.

“I need you now, Lucas. Right now. And I don’t give a damn
who’s watching. I’ve waited too long for you.”

He lay her on the soft cushions of the lounge, untangling
her arms and legs and spreading her out. His gaze lasered over her. She reached
up for him, but he pushed her back.

As she watched, he strode back over to his pants and pulled
something from the pocket. Before she knew it, he sheathed himself with a
condom and was striding back toward her.

His cock thrust out before him, dancing and bobbing, stiff
and ready. He was all muscle, taut and hard, a powerful, young male stallion
about to claim her. Her juices trickled down her leg, her vagina pulsed, ready
to be taken.

With fluid grace he straddled the lounger and spread her
wide. Her labia lips opened, exposing the pink, moist flesh of her entrance to
his perusal. He reached down to caress her mound. His eyes darken even more,
dilated and passionate.

“You kept it shaved.”

She nodded, her body on fire, wanting him inside her, unable
to voice a response.

“You are so damned pretty. Have you any idea what
self-control it took for me not to fuck you?”

She arched up from the cushions, eager to correct that
situation. “What’s stopping you now?”

His hands glided over her abdomen, along her sensitive,
inner thighs, over her knees and down her calves.

“Lucas, please.”

Suddenly, he lifted her legs and slung them over his
shoulders, bending forward quickly. Her torso lifted from the chair and she
gasped as his tongue drove deep inside her vagina.

“Oh, yes. Yes.” She pushed against his hot mouth, his
demanding tongue, forcing him deeper, his breath against her damp skin. He sucked
at her stiffened clit, her engorged lips. Licked across her slit, dipped into
her, time and time again.

Her hips undulated, pressed, shifted. Helen lifted her hands
to her breasts, pulled at her nipples as she soared higher and higher. And then
suddenly she was gone, passing over the edge of delirium, soaring upward,
pulsing around his tongue, her whole body opened to him.

Lucas lowered her legs. Then he was over her, his body
pressed to hers, and she felt his cock poised at her entrance, splitting her
open as he slowly invaded her for the first time.

Tears gathered in her eyes and the poignant joy she felt as
he pushed inward and her body expanded to accept him—all of him, until finally
he was seated completely inside her and she felt his testicles pressed against
her. Lifting her legs, she twined them around his hips and he sank deeper—such
exquisite, intense pleasure filled her.

He started to pull back. “No,” she protested. “Don’t move,
not an inch.” She thrust her hips upward. “I want to savor this moment. Oh,
God, yes. This is right, so right.”

His hard, steely shaft pressed her open, wider than she had
ever been, and Helen shuddered at the overwhelming sensations of being so
filled and connected to another.

And she was connected to him and had been from that first
moment their gazes had clashed in that dining room. The path she traveled had
brought her to the right place.

Lucas unwound her legs from around his hips and folded them
up until her thighs lay to either side of her breasts. And then she traveled to
the stars as he slowly pulled out and thrust deep, time and time again.

“Look at me, Helen. Don’t take your eyes off me—I want to
see you melt when you come.”

She wanted to look at him, to savor every sweet moment they
had together as he drove her higher and higher. Her climax shattered over her,
followed by another, until she sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure that
consumed her.

His movements grew faster as he tunneled his slick cock hard
and deep. Then he joined her and she felt spasm after spasm rock his body. Her
channel expanded and contracted with each deep spurt of his sperm into the
protective sheath.

Lowering her legs, Lucas claimed her mouth as they both
floated back to earth. Long hours and numerous condoms later she lay on top of
him, his cock buried once again inside the heat of her vagina, spread across
his chest, one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other softly kneading her
ass. She never wanted it to end.

“You’ve been saving up,” she murmured against his chest,
then took one of his hard, small nipples into her mouth. She heard him hiss and
his body tightened beneath her, his hand clasped in her hair.

“I didn’t sell sex per se, but I wasn’t celibate. And, yes,
it has been a long time.”

She peered up at him. “I don’t wear rose-colored glasses,
Lucas. I don’t expect you to be something you’re not.”

Helen saw worry cloud his expression. “Are you sure about
that? Relationships can get very complicated. I want you, Helen, but I can’t be
caged. And I don’t expect to cage you. This is good and I like being with you.
I don’t put a lot of stock in the ‘L’ word. I feel deeply for you, but I won’t
force you to stay.”

She snuggled closer. “I don’t want the ‘M’ word either. I
like us just the way we are right now. Let’s not think about tomorrow—not right
now. Let’s just be happy with the moment. Can we do that?”

Again his hands tightened on her. “We work, Helen, we fit
too damn perfectly. There are things I want to show you, to do with you.”

She leaned up and his softened cock slipped from inside her
body. She reached for his lips, licked them, then sank her tongue into his
mouth. He pressed her close. She pulled back and looked up at him and smiled,
satiated and happy.

“You’re my escort, my companion, my pleasure, and my lover.
I can’t wait to experience whatever you want to show me. For now, it’s enough.

Helen turned her head and with her head resting on Lucas’s
chest, she watched the blazing sun slowly descend. She inhaled and the scent of
their combined pleasure filled her senses. Paradise. And she was content.

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Adrianna Dane has been putting pen to paper since the age of
ten. She currently resides in the state of Washington. She has a great fondness
for using a fountain pen when writing her first drafts. Hobby interests are
varied, including photography and traveling.

The first defining love story Adrianna read back in junior
high school was "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte, and that set her
on the road to her long-standing love affair with books of all genres. Her
inspiration in writing often can be found by listening to song lyrics, from
hard rock to classical, and reading poetry by such poets as Elizabeth Barrett
Browning, Edgar Allen Poe, and Ranier Maria Rilke. But finding inspiration for
her stories truly has no boundaries for Adrianna.

In 2006, her dark fantasy GLBT story, Body Parts, won its
category in the Dream Realm Awards. Adrianna has written more than 100 stories,
short, novella, and novel length, delving into many facets of the human condition
- contemporary, futuristic, and fantasy, and all the flavors therein and in
between. In other words, wherever the story and the characters, as well as
their intricate stories, take her imagination, then her pen and/or computer
keyboard, are sure to follow.

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