Page 27 of Stone Deep
“You’re going to have to do better than that, baby.” His deep voice floated over my body, a body that wanted more than anything to be taken in every erotic form and position.
His hands took a firm hold of my thighs, and he parted them more. Again, I was fully exposed to his gaze, to all his senses. The notion of it sent a new wave of desire through me. I slid my fingers through the folds of my pussy, massaging my clit for a few moments until I could no longer stop myself from pushing farther. Having him watch me made me so hot and wet that I clutched the headboard with my free hand for support.
“God yeah, baby,” he groaned. “That’s it. Take yourself close to the edge, but don’t you dare come until I’m inside of you.”
I lost myself in the feel of it, touching myself intimately in front of him was making the heat in my pussy and body flow faster. “Oh, Slade, I need you now. Please.”
I felt the mattress move as he lifted himself up and lowered himself over me. “Glad you need me now, baby, cuz my self-control was definitely starting to break.” He took hold of my hands and lifted them back up to the headboard. My fingers wrapped tightly around the iron railing as Slade slid his hand under my ass, lifting me toward him. I cried out as he pushed his cock inside of me. My pussy clamped down around him wanting to feel every thick, long inch of him. He pumped inside of me holding my ass firm so that I absorbed the full impact of his thrusts.
Then, as he gripped my naked ass, he slid a finger into the tight hole, impaling my anus as his cock filled my pussy. I found myself instinctively giving in to the pressureof his finger as it pushed deeper. He knew where to touch and what to do with every intimate place on my body. All of it was as new to me as it was overwhelming. It was pure ecstasy, pure intimacy and I never wanted it to end.
“Oh, Slade.” My voice was diminished to a shaky whisper. He rocked against me, making contact with my clit each time. He pushed his cock deeper, and my body splintered into a million pieces as my pussy climaxed around him. I released my hold on the headboard and grabbed his arms as each pulsating wave took me even further into ecstasy. “Slade, fuck.” My ragged, slightly delirious tone sounded completely unfamiliar to my own ears.
I nearly crumpled into tears with the sheer intensity of it. I lifted my legs to help him continue on to his own orgasm, but he withdrew instead. I opened my eyes in surprise. His deep green eyes were staring down at me. There was a twinkle in them that I couldn’t read, but I had a feeling my new experiences hadn’t ended yet.
He placed his hand against my face and kissed me. “I still haven’t had all of you, baby. I want that, but if it’s too much, you let me know.”
I watched him with curiosity, and a tremor of nervous anticipation went through me. He rolled off and reached for the tiny bottle of oil on the nightstand. He turned my body so my back was to him. I gasped as his oily fingers unexpectedly pushed inside my anus. I knew now what he wanted.
His body moved close behind mine, and he pressed his mouth to my ear. “What do you say, baby? I want all of you, but you can say no.”
“I want it too, Slade.” I pushed my ass toward him. “Iwant you to have all of me.”
Again, I reached up to the headboard and gripped it, not completely sure what to expect. He held my hips as he entered slowly. Then his hand came down in front of me, and his fingers pushed between my legs to stroke my clit, bringing me back to the height of arousal. The extreme intimacy of what he was doing, and the erotic groans rolling up from his chest as he pushed inside of me brought me quickly back to orgasm. I whimpered in exhausted delight as a low guttural sound rumbled in his throat. He pressed his face against my shoulder and came.
Exhausted from physical satisfaction, we curled into each other’s arms and fell asleep in our cozy beach cottage.
FIFTEEN
SLADE
It was late afternoon, but there was still plenty of summer daylight. The water was kicking up into the choppy, restless tide that usually rolled in before dusk. I walked out onto the deck. Britton peeked over the top of the chaise lounge. Her cheeks were smooth and pink from the sun and all the other road tripactivities. She’d pushed her short hair behind her ears, and the tiny row of gold hoops glistened in the sun. Everything about her glistened. I couldn’t stop looking at her.
She smiled. “I was hoping you would wake soon. There are some stairs over there. Let’s go down to the beach.”
I patted my empty stomach. “As long as they’re serving burgers or tacos down there. I’m starved.” I stood at the railing and looked out at the view. The beach below the motel cottages didn’t have the usual jagged rocks that made most of the coastline hard to reach. There was a decent stretch of sand. “I don’t see any barbecues or food stands down there. Just a lot of seagulls, who are probably also waiting for the burgers and tacos.”
She reached down by her lounge and picked up a box ofcrackers. “While you were sleeping, I went to the car and scavenged for any crumb of food I might have left behind after my impressive performance as a human garbage disposal. These crackers were the only things left.”
I took hold of the box and pulled out some crackers. “I’m sure there’s some place to eat nearby.Masterwill need his food energy for later.”
She blushed and looked out toward the ocean. Somehow, sex with Britton had turned into something far more intimate. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to know every inch of her, and I wanted her to feel everything I had to give. Our physical connection was like nothing I’d ever experienced. After a lot of casual sex, having someone in my arms who I didn’t want to let go of, was pretty damn scary. I had no idea where this was going yet, but I was willing to stick around and find out. Even though there were some obvious puzzle pieces missing, a woman like Britton didn’t just stumble into my life every day.
“Howdy, neighbor,” a voice called from over the shrubs growing between the decks. A guy around forty with a thin mustache, a dark blue sweat suit that was a size too small and a bulky gold watch lifted his highball glass in greeting.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“Did y’all just arrive?” he asked as a woman in an identical blue sweat suit with a mound of yellow hair walked up to join him.
“Yeah, we’re just here for the night.”
“We’re here for two,” he added without me asking. “Got tired of the motor home and decided to stop and sleep in a real bed for a few nights. Not that our Winnebago isn’t equipped with all the best amenities. Trust me, you won’tfind one like it on the road.”
I flicked a glanced toward Britton. She was holding back a grin.
“I’ll bet it’s cool,” I said.
“I’m Bradley and this is my wife Rita.”
