Summer's Need (5 page)

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too and I’m sorry about what happened when I
left.”

“We’ll talk about that later. Do you like my present?”

She glanced down at the wrap fluttering in the breeze. “The
suit is lovely, but why the phone?”

His chuckle had a decidedly wicked edge to it and she
grinned, excitement mixing with her curiosity and bubbling through her veins
like good champagne. “Remember when we were engaged and I had to go away for
three weeks for job training in Kansas?”

Her libido stirred and her grin stretched wider. “Yes I do.”
She remembered that time all right, back in the day when they couldn’t get
enough of each other. He’d call her every night while she was in bed and every
night they’d have hot phone sex. “Dave, while I’d love to have you talk dirty
to me, I don’t think me on the beach is the best place for it.”

“Oh, but it is the best place. I’m going to take you to the
edge of orgasm and keep you there.”

She shook her head and glanced around, making sure no one
was near enough to hear their conversation. “Uhhh…I’m not touching myself on
the beach in front of everyone.”

“I didn’t say anything about you touching yourself. I’m
going to do that for you.”

She frowned and walked farther into the surf until it lapped
at her knees. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

His voice took on a silky, sensual tone that made her body
heat despite the cool surf. “Summer, right now I’m stroking your nipples.”

She almost dropped the phone into the ocean as the sensation
of someone squeezing her nipples sent a bolt of desire through her. “What the
fuck!”

He laughed as she ran a hand over her chest. “You are
wearing the latest and greatest innovation in phone sex, the ‘Touch Me 3000’.
Your bathing suit has thousands of tiny sensors running through it that will do
different things depending on what I, the operator, tell it to do.”

She fingered the edges of the suit, now realizing why the
fabric felt so dense when she put it on. “Is it controlled through this phone?”

“Yep, and on the computer screen in front of me I have all
these neat controls to make you feel different things.”

A shiver raced through her as her imagination went wild with
all the possibilities. “What can it do?”

“Well, for one thing it shows me your exact geographic
position and feedback on how aroused you are.” His tone changed, a bit of
uncertainty entering it. “Do you trust me to make this good for you?”

“Of course.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I
trust you more than anyone in the world.”

He was silent for a few moments before the sensation of
hands cupping her breasts had her drawing her breath in with a hiss. “Summer, I
want you to start walking back toward the beach house you’re staying at. You
are not to orgasm until you are back in your room, do you understand?”

She bit her lip and eyed the distance back to the house.
“Okay.

“If I had you in our bed right now I’d start kissing your
beautiful neck, tasting your skin, inhaling the scent of your perfume.”

There weren’t any sensors on her neck, but she enjoyed the
mental image he painted nonetheless. Her neck had always been a big erotic zone
for her and Dave knew how to touch her there to elicit the most response. Her
pussy began to become more sensitive and the sensation of her legs pressing
against it as she strolled down the beach sent a pleasant rush of warmth
through her.

“Now I’m licking my way over your chest, down to your
breasts. They’re so beautiful, full and topped with the pinkest nipples I’ve
ever seen. I give them a quick lick, making them wet, before I blow a hot
breath on them, watching how they bunch up and grow harder.”

Oh God, while it didn’t feel exactly the same, the suit made
it close enough that she stopped walking and had to concentrate on breathing.

“Your nipples are too much to resist and I take one hard
peak into my mouth, sucking on it and nipping you. Do you like that, Summer? Do
you like it when I bite?”

Her voice came out in a breathy “Yes” as teeth bit her hard
enough to have her fighting back a moan.

“I’m mounding your breasts together now, going from one
nipple to the other, greedy for as much of you as I can fit in my mouth.” His
voice had taken on the raspy, rough quality that she had come to associate with
arousal for him. “I can’t help myself, I squeeze your breasts and love how they
more than fill my hands.”

“Dave…” Her voice failed her as the bites on her nipples
became more stinging, driving her arousal higher.

“Yes, love?”

“I…can’t think…it feels so good.”

“You don’t need to think. All you need to do is feel. And
right now I’m feeling you, running my finger down your hot, wet pussy. Mmmm, I
love how slick you are. But I wonder if your clit is hard for me yet, if it’s
poking out of its hood and begging for my touch.”

Those phantom fingers stroked at the lips of her pussy and
she squeezed her thighs together, barely avoiding a piece of driftwood in her
path back to the beach house. She stumbled and almost got knocked on her ass by
a particularly strong wave. “Shit.”

Immediately Dave’s voice became concerned. “Are you okay?”

Her whole body buzzed with arousal and she switched the
phone to her other hand and focused her gaze on the ground in front of her.
“Yeah, you almost made me fall into the ocean.”

He laughed and the sensation of a hand stroking the
undersides of her breasts made her squirm with pleasure. “Well, we can’t have
that. It looks like you’re almost to the boardwalk leading back to the house
now.”

The beach in front of Murray’s house had emptied out a bit
since she’d left for her walk and she bent down to cup a handful of seawater
and throw it over her warm chest, delighting in the feeling of the cool water
on her heated flesh. “Thank goodness.”

The crotch of her bathing suit gently buzzed like a vibrator
and she bit back a moan. “Dave, please…”

“You’re almost there, honey.” His husky voice would tempt an
angel into sin. “You can do it. Keep walking and let me take care of you.”

How she wished he were here, that he were really touching
her right now. She desperately wanted his weight on top of her, his stiff
length inside her. “I wish you were here.”

He sighed and she had the oddest sensation of being hugged
by her suit. “Hey now, no sad thoughts.”

The vibrations on her clit intensified as she reached the
base of the stairs and she held on to the railing, breathing hard as her hips
jerked forward in an uncontrolled movement. “Dave, if you don’t stop I’m going
to come.”

The vibrations eased a bit and she relaxed, her sigh of
relief turning into a hiss of need as two phantom mouths latched on to her
nipples. “Not yet, no orgasm until you’re safely in your room.”

She practically ran down the boardwalk, having to stop every
few feet to grip the railing as Dave did something particularly naughty with
her suit. Her arousal slicked her thighs and she could smell her own musk
mixing with the tropical scent of her sunblock and the salty sea air. The
finger was back, stroking her slit until she wanted to pull aside her bathing
suit and thrust her fingers into her hot, aching pussy.

“I have a perfect picture of you in my mind, your legs
spread wide to show me every inch of your pretty cunt.” He made a deep groan
that caused goose bumps to rush over her skin. “So fucking wet, I want to shove
myself into you, to fill you up with my cock until I don’t know where I end and
you begin.”

She sighed in relief as she opened the back door of the
beach house and stepped into the air-conditioned quiet of the lower level.
Thankfully no one else was in sight and she tried to brush the sand off her
feet as best she could while imaginary teeth nibbled a trail over her hip and
down toward her pussy. She was tempted to duck into one of the downstairs
bathrooms but didn’t want to be interrupted by people coming in from the beach.

“I’m almost there,” she murmured as she took the stairs two
at a time.

“To your room?” Dave asked in an innocent voice as he did
something that made it feel as if her clit was being gently rolled between two
strong fingers.

Sweat trickled down her back as she gave up all attempts at
being subtle and ran to her room once she reached the top of the stairs. “When
I see you, I’m so going to repay you for this,” she said as she fumbled with
the door to her room, the need building to the point of pain as her body cried
out for relief from the slow, sensual torture.

“Promise?”

She jerked the door open and slammed it behind her. “You—”

The words died in her mouth as her heartbeat thudded in her
ears. She had to be imagining the sight before her, it couldn’t be real. There
was no way that she saw Dave sitting on the love seat, clad in only a pair of
worn jeans with his hard cock straining against the fabric.

Chapter Five

“Dave?”

He smiled at her with such tenderness her heart ached. “Hey,
baby.”

“What— How…” She took a step forward and rubbed her eyes.
“Are you really here or am I having heat stroke?”

He rose, the muscles of his abdomen rippling in a
distracting dance that drew her eye to the line of dark hair leading down to
his groin. “I flew in this morning. Both of our moms are watching the kids for
the next few days.”

“Together?”

He chuckled and stretched, the movement doing wonderful
things to her libido as her arousal came rushing back. “Yeah, I figured between
the two of them they made one sane person. Besides, since your dad passed away
your mother’s mellowed out a bit. In fact, Mom said they have plans to drink a
bottle of wine and watch chick flicks after the kids are in bed.”

The bizarre image of her conservative, uptight mother
relaxing enough to drink a bottle of wine and watch a movie with no educational
value distracted her from the pang of hurt that always came at the mention of
her father’s death. “Are you sure it’s my mother we’re talking about? Not some
pod person from outer space impersonating her?”

He laughed and cocked his head to the side, a glimmer of
heat warming the darkness of his gaze. “Yes, I’m sure.” His bare feet whispered
across the wood floor as he stalked toward her, the muscles in his shoulders
flexing as he ran a hand through his hair. That little gesture stirred her
desire back to life and her body hummed in appreciation at the seductive look
he gave her. “Are you happy to see me?”

Words failed her as she tried to give voice to how much it
meant to her that he was here, so she let her actions do the talking. She ran
to him and jumped into his embrace, smiling against his lips as he wrapped his
arms around her, staggering a bit when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Long and slow, she kissed him as if they had all the time in the world, and for
once they did. There was no need to rush, no need to worry about what needed to
be done next. She would take Ember’s advice and try to focus one hundred
percent on the joy of making love with her husband.

His lips parted and the tip of his tongue stroked against
hers, coaxing her to take the kiss deeper, his hands clenching her buttocks as
he gave a low growl. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling him closer,
trying to erase every inch of space between them. He broke their kiss and
nibbled on her jawline, nuzzling the sweet spot behind her ear before placing
featherlight licks along the column of her throat. “Mmm, you taste like the
beach.”

She closed her eyes and smiled, leaning her head back to
give him greater access. The world dipped around her and she opened her eyes as
the love seat came into contact with her legs. He shifted her on his lap and
leaned back into the seat, his eyes dark with desire. “Show me those pretty
tits.”

A little rush of embarrassment flashed through her as she
contemplated what her body would look like in the bright sunlight shining
through the windows. “Shouldn’t we close the curtains first?”

He gave her a gentle smile and traced patterns on her
exposed back with the tips of his fingers. “We’re three stories up facing the
beach, no one will see us.” She hesitated and he leaned forward, placing a
soft, sensual kiss on her lips. “I love you, all of you.”

With those words she slipped one shoulder out of the suit
and her pussy clenched at the low growl of desire he made. He didn’t wait for
her other strap to come down, instead palming her breast and lifting it to his
mouth, the wet suction of his lips teasing her already aroused flesh. When he
added an edge of teeth she moaned and ground herself against him, wanting him
inside her.

She tried to reach a hand between them to cup him but he
pulled her tighter, sucking harder on her nipple until she clutched the back of
his head with a helpless moan. “Dave, I want to taste you.”

He released her nipple with a pop of his mouth. “Beg me.”

She narrowed her eyes and tried not to grin. “Pretty please,
with sugar on top. Let me take that big cock in my mouth.”

He licked his lips and released her. “First, a bath.”

“What?”

He smiled and held out his hand, wrapping his warm fingers
around hers as he pulled her to her feet. “I hardly ever get a chance to pamper
you.”

She followed behind him as he led them to the sumptuous
master bathroom. The setting sun shone through the big stained-glass window
depicting an underwater scene of mermaids cavorting with sea creatures. Blues,
greens, oranges and yellows bathed the room from where the sun illuminated the
glass and her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he’d done with the
bath. A trail of white and red rose petals led to the massive Jacuzzi tub, now
filled with a mountain of bubbles. More petals were scattered on the bubbles
and she turned to him and smiled, a small knot forming in her throat. “It’s
beautiful.”

He traced a fingertip over her cheekbone and traced the
outline of her lips, the nerves sizzling beneath his stroke. “Let’s get you out
of that suit.”

She could only nod, held by his gaze as the press of his
hands unknotted the wrap around her waist. The sensation of the strap sliding
down her shoulder made her shiver. “I love this bathing suit.”

He laughed and smoothed his hands down her back. “I thought
you might.”

With a deft touch he tugged it down, freeing her breasts.
Giving him a playful grin, she darted out of his grasp and moved to the edge of
the tub. “I think a little payback is in order.”

“What?”

She turned her back and glanced over her shoulder at him.
“I’m still throbbing from you teasing the hell out of me on the beach. I think
it’s only fair if you share in my pain.”

He made a rough noise as she bent over at the waist, slowly
pulling the suit down her legs and giving him an excellent view of her wet
pussy. A thrill of naughty arousal shot through her and she parted her legs,
running her fingers up the insides of her calves. Bracing one hand on the edge
of the tub, she stroked the other hand high on the insides of her thighs,
feeling the slickness of her arousal. God, he had her so very wet.

The sound of his feet moving across the tile warned her a
second before he grabbed her hips and held her still, kissing a line down her
back to the rise of her buttocks. “You’re a cruel woman.”

Her reply came out in a breathy whisper as he rubbed the
faint stubble of his beard against her bottom. “You think I’m cruel now, just
wait until I get one of those suits for you.”

“You’d kill me.”

His hand slid lower and she glanced over her shoulder to
find him kneeling behind her. She braced both of her hands on the edge of the
tub, anticipation making her weak in the knees. The tips of her fingers pressed
into the bubbles filling the tub and she took in a deep lungful of the amber
and rose oil he’d put into the bath. The soft press of his tongue over the
crease where her ass met her thigh made her shiver, but not as much as his
clever fingers barely stroking her slit.

“Please.” She squirmed and tried to press back into his
fingers.

“Not yet,” he chided softly and moved his mouth lower,
licking at the very edge where the plump lips of her pussy met the crease of
her thigh. Ever so slowly he licked everywhere but where she needed it the
most, reducing her to a quivering bundle of nerves, the center of her universe
focused on him. She held her breath at the first swipe of his tongue over her
swollen flesh and cried out in protest when he pulled away.

“Turn around and sit on the edge of the tub.”

She did as he asked, eager for whatever he had in mind next.
To her pleasure he shed his jeans, the thick shaft of his erection bobbing as
he kicked them over to the side. Stroking his shaft, he squeezed a drop of
pre-cum to the ripe tip of his cock and she unconsciously licked her lips. She
grabbed for him but he stepped back and shook his head. “I want you to only use
your mouth on me. I want those pretty fingers between your legs. Touch yourself
for me, Summer. But I don’t want you to come.”

She gave him a frustrated growl but he just smiled. Fine, he
wanted to torment her? Well, two could play at that game. He must have seen the
devilish gleam in her eye because he almost stepped back before her mouth
engulfed him. One advantage of being married was she knew exactly what he liked,
what drove him crazy, and she used that knowledge now. With butterfly-soft
strokes she ran her tongue up the underside of his erection, playing with the
thick vein and the tiny bit of skin where the shaft met the head.

“You’re not touching yourself,” he rasped.

The first stroke of her fingers over her clit had her
moaning against him as he gently pushed deeper into her mouth, forcing her to
relax her throat muscles so he didn’t gag her. Her hips snapped up as she
touched her clit again, the denied orgasm tightening her body until she fairly
shook with need. He plunged his hands into her hair and rocked her mouth up and
down his cock, swearing softly when she used her teeth or tongue in some clever
manner against his rock-hard erection.

Unable to deny herself, she plunged one finger into her
slick entrance and pleasure blasted through her. Just a few more strokes,
another hard press on her clit and she’d come. It was so tempting, but Dave had
told her not to. Which only made it even more desirable. She spread her legs
wider, loving the feeling of his cock shuttling in and out of her mouth, but
before she could do more than run her thumb over her clit he pulled out of her
mouth and grabbed her hands.

“No cheating.”

“Dave…please.” His cock twitched and she lay down on the
soft, thick bathmat at the edge of the tub. “Please fuck me.”

He stood there for a few seconds, his fists clenching and
unclenching, a wild look in his eyes that had her spreading her legs wide for
him. Before she could draw a breath he’d lunged between her legs and positioned
his shaft at her entrance. She moaned as the first few inches sank in, then
screamed when he roughly plowed his hips into her, thrusting deep inside her
body. God, he had such a magnificent dick.

Her body squeezed him tight, the delicate inner muscles of
her pussy grabbing on to him as he slowly pulled out, only to shove back into
her with a strength that bordered on violence. With a cry she gripped the backs
of his shoulders and tried to move with him, but he growled and shook his head.
“No, you’re mine to fuck, Summer, mine to please.”

He moved her legs so her knees were pressed into her chest
and her heels hung over his shoulders. The position opened her fully to him and
she could barely breathe at the sensation of his cock shuttling in and out of
her. She turned her head to the side and licked at the sensitive skin of his
inner forearm braced on the floor next to her. The taste of his skin, the
unique scent of their lovemaking and the knowledge her husband was really, truly
here pushed her closer to the edge in a spine-shuddering wave of arousal.

So deep, he changed his angle and began to run over the
dense spot inside her that seemed to somehow magically touch her clit. Each
pass felt so good, she never wanted it to end, but at the same time if she
didn’t orgasm soon she was going to lose her mind. He reached between their
bodies and pinched her clit at the base, rubbing it between his knowing fingers
with a low groan.

She tensed, all the muscles seizing in her body then shattering
with an intensity that made her see stars. Her orgasm unfurled through her
body, waves of pleasure that were enhanced by his now frantic pounding, each
stroke driving her higher until she screamed. So sensitive, her body ached when
he ground himself into her. A moment later he shuddered as he filled her with
his seed, each jerk of his hips pressing him impossibly deeper.

With a low groan he pulled her legs off his shoulders and
collapsed on top of her, his warm breath panting into her ear. Joy suffused her
and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as her legs trembled
from being held in that position for so long. “Thank you,” she whispered
against the side of his head.

He laughed, the vibration moving through his body and into
his cock still inside her. “No, thank you.”

He held himself off her with unsteady arms. “Can I interest
you in a bath? The water should still be warm.”

She looked into his eyes and nodded, a small smile curving
the edges of her mouth. He pulled out of her and her body clenched down, making
him groan. They slid into the tub together, each sighing as the water sloshed
around them. He sat against the back of the tub and pulled her over to him so
she lay in the curve of his arms with a happy sigh. The sun had sunk lower on
the horizon and now patches of green-and-amber light reflected off the bubbles
surrounding them.

They lay in silence, touching each other and listening to
the gentle hiss of bubbles popping. He kissed the side of her neck before
resting his cheek on top of her head. “I’m glad I came out here.”

“Me too.” She hugged his arms closer around her. “I have
some news.” He tensed and she quickly added, “Some good news.”

“Good for us or good for the company?”

She elbowed him gently in the ribs and turned around to face
him. “Good for us.”

He tilted his head to the side and examined her. “Okay.”

“After I, well, we, leave here I have a few things to wrap
up at work, but then I’ll be starting my six-week vacation.” His jaw dropped
and she giggled. “I thought maybe we could take the kids to Disney World and do
that Big Red Boat cruise as well.”

“Are you serious?”

She flushed at his tone of disbelief and nodded. “Yeah, and
I cut back my hours. No more sixty-hour workweeks.”

“Why?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean, why?”