The Island - part 2

Lauren closed her eyes, exhaling, letting her shoulders relax as the jets of the hot tub pulsed around her. She lazily brought the glass of Jack Daniels and Cola to her lips, taking a nice long sip. She was still in her bikini from earlier that morning. After running away from the stranger on the beach, and taking the time to question and regret her hasty decision, she found herself behind her cabin, in the hot tub on the back porch.

It wasn't that she necessarily regretted her decision to run. A lady doesn't just have sex with a stranger on the beach. She couldn't believe she had let him get as far as he had - couldn't believe she had actually instigated the encounter. That wasn't like her at all. Of course, it also wasn't like her to get hit on by an attractive stranger on an isolated island retreat. Or, anywhere, by anyone, for that matter.

She sighed, realizing she once again wasn't going to get any writing done. She finished the glass, reluctantly turning to grab the bottle she'd left on the floor. Pouring more into her glass, she realized she had forgotten the Cola in the refrigerator. "Forget," she said outloud to no one. "I'll just have to drink ya straight." She smiled at the glass, tipping it to her lips.

"Hm... you talk to your drinks first?"

Once again Lauren jumped a little at the unexpected voice. "Will you quit trying to give me a heart attack?" she mumbled with a nervous smile as she looked up once again at Henry.

Henry knelt down near the tub. "I'm sorry for startling you," he offered. "And, I'm sorry for earlier..." He paused, watching her as she took a long swig of the golden beverage, her nose crinkling at the taste. "Good stuff?"

Lauren turned, handing Henry the bottle. "Try for yourself. And, you have nothing to be sorry for."

Henry, noticing there weren't any glasses, opened the bottle and gave her a questioning glance. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders. At that, he tipped the bottle, taking a long drink of the strong beverage. The whole time, Lauren kept her eyes on him. He had changed since earlier, now wearing a simple black t-shirt and swim trunks. She wanted him in the tub with her. Only milliseconds after that thought occurred to her, she realized she probably should vow off drinking for the remainder of her trip. But, the sobriety wasn't going to start tonight. She smiled to herself and took another drink.

"Join me?"

Henry gave her a questioning look. Lauren watched the battle take place in his eyes. He hesitated. She didn't blame him. She'd acted like a complete tease earlier, and tonight may not be different. But, she also saw the fire in his eyes. She nibbled on her bottom lip, still smiling, this time with a little more insinuation in her eyes. "Please?"

Henry laid the bottle on the deck and pulled his shirt over his head, stepping into the steamy water. He sat, at the opposite end, watching her. Lauren finished off the glass, laid it on the deck, and then smiled teasingly at him. She moved in the water, keeping her shoulders almost under the water as she moved closer to him.

Lauren reached out, letting her hands find his thighs. Slowly she caressed up and down, still hovering just in front of him. Henry brought his hands up, laying them on her hips, slowly sliding them up and down from her hips to her ribs. Trembling, Lauren inched closer, leaning her head in, her lips meeting his. The touch was hesitant at first, tasting each other slowly. His hands stilled against her hips, his grip tightening slightly as he caught her bottom lip between his teeth, lightly sucking at it. She groaned, moving her hands higher up his thighs, her body trembling. Her tongue flicked out against his lips, then his own tongue, as they deepened their kiss.

Henry lifted her slightly, bringing her onto his lap. His movement caused her hands to move to their target quickly. He gave a low groan into her kiss as her touch connected with his hard need. Lauren slid one of her hands into his shorts, quickly and hungrily finding his hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it. Her other hand snaked up around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into their kiss. She squirmed on his lap as her fingers began stroking him.

Henry groaned again, his hand moving to her breast, cupping it roughly. His other hand worked at untying the small bikini top from behind her back. Task accomplished, he held his hand firmly against her back, taking his lips from her mouth and quickly moving to her nipple. Hungrily, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth raking against the sensitive nub. Lauren reacted by tightening her grip on his cock. He moved his mouth to give attention to the other breast, his hands sliding down her sides to push at the material between them. She helped him, standing so he could remove her bottoms, her own hands sliding his down.

Lauren gazed into Henry's eyes, the passion almost too much. He watched her breasts heave in the water, watched her lip tremble as his hands rested shakily on her hips. "Please," she whispered.

That was all he needed. He gripped her hips, pulling her hard onto his lap, his cock quickly thrusting into her.

The Island

Lauren sighed, tipping her head back as she rubbed her hands down her face. She’d hoped coming to this writers’ retreat and getting away from the city and all her responsibilities would finally help her overcome the writer’s block which had plagued her for the last few months. But, so far she had only been able to spill out a couple rough chapters. The seminars had been interesting and educational, however, she had to admit to herself. That, at least, had made the cost of the trip worth it.

She stared out the window, watching the waves lightly lap at the shore. Her cabin overlooked the ocean, just a mere 50 yards or so from the shore. It truly was a miraculous view. It was then that she realized she had been on this beautiful island for three days and still hadn’t had time to truly enjoy the scenery. Judging from the location of the sun, she figured she had another hour or two before the sun would set on the ocean – a sight she had watched the past few nights from her window. But tonight, she decided, she would watch from the beach.

Slipping into a small black bikini and tying a sarong around her, she stepped out onto the soft fine sand. The heat felt good against her bare feet, the slight breeze smelling over salt water. She took a deep breath and slowly walked to the shore. She sat, the water just barely tickling her toes, and gazed out at the large expanse of water. She was so engrossed in the scenery she didn’t hear him approach.

“Beautiful evening.”

His voice started her and she started to rise. “Please,” he said, smiling down at her, “Don’t get up. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” She lowered herself back down onto the sand, offering him an uncertain smile. “You here for the retreat?” He asked her pleasantly, his hand gesturing for permission to sit near her.

She nodded her approval at his company, and offered up a hesitant “yes” in response to his question. “I’m Lauren,” she added.

“Henry,” He offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He slid his shoes off, stretching his legs out in the sand. Lauren watched, noting his toned tanned legs. They were a bit on the slender side, but muscular. The denim shorts he wore accentuated the lines of muscles. He wore a white button-up shirt, half unbuttoned, letting her see the rippled chest beneath the small mat of hair.

“So, what do you write?” Henry broke the silence. She blushed, breaking her eyes away from his body.

“At the moment? I’d be happy if I could write a nursery rhyme.” She took a breath. “But,” she continued, “normally, I write romance.”

Henry raised an amused eyebrow. “Really?”

Lauren smiled, her nerves lessening. “Yes, really.”

“Attacked by a bout of writer’s block currently?”

“Yeah.” She let out a resigned sigh, stretching her legs out and leaning back, her hands behind her in the sand to support her. She wasn’t nearly as tan as she would like, nor as tone as the man beside her. But, she was slender, yet filled out in all the right places.

“Maybe,” Henry let his eyes wander up her form from her toes to her eyes, “Maybe, you just need some inspiration.” He gave a cheeky smile.

Lauren could feel the blush creep up her face again, but didn’t try to hide it. “I suppose you’re more than happy to lend your services?” she flirted back.

“Well, only in the name of literature.” Henry reached over, lightly brushing sand off her ribs. She sucked in a sharp intake of breath, shocked at the fire he caused with that one simple movement. Maybe it was the glass or two of wine she’d had at the cabin. She wasn’t certain. She only knew she was acting completely different – completely rashly.

“Here’s to literature,” she smirked, laying back, her hands tucked under her head, her eyes daring him to touch her again.

He raised an eyebrow at her, but the dare remained steady in her gaze. He grinned back at her, then changed position slightly, his head getting closer to her. He held her gaze until he hovered just over her bare stomach.

Her gaze faltered, uncertainty mingled with the confidence she’d felt just a moment earlier. One side of his mouth curled into a smile as he broke their stare and turned his attention to her stomach. His head moved closer. She could feel the heat of his breath against her bare skin. She shivered but didn’t try to move or push him away. A low moan escaped her lips as his finally connected with her stomach, just above her naval.

For all the experience she had, and all the erotic scenes she had written, nothing had prepared her for the instant fire she experienced. Warmth pooled between her legs, her stomach quivered, her mind felt like it had just drowned itself in a couple bottles of bourbon. She couldn’t act or react, though part of her knew she should do something.

Henry traced a line with his tongue from the bottom of her bikini top to her belly button, circling it, then sliding up. He glanced up at her, waiting for her to push him away, for her to say no. She looked back at him, knowing what he was waiting for, knowing she should. He hesitated, moving away just slightly. She could still feel his breath on her as he spoke.

“Lauren?” his voice was deep, heavy. He watched her eyes, watched the naivety and conservativeness battle the passion and wildfire. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. She reached out a hand, coiling her fingers behind his neck. Her lips and voice were shaking as she gave a small grin.

“As you said, I could use some inspiration.” She gave just a slight amount of pressure, just enough to let him know he had permission to continue. He exhaled, relief flashing in his eyes as he lowered his head back down to her, this time catching along her rib, nipping and kissing and licking up, until it connected with the swell of her breasts. He brought up a skillful hand, quickly pushing the fabric out of his way. He flicked his tongue against the small nub, smiling at her intake of breath. His hand pushed the fabric off the other breast and he tasted that one as well.

Lauren brought her hands up, tangling her fingers in his hair, coaxing him back to her breast. He obeyed, first licking at the hardened nipple, then taking it into his mouth, sucking it. His fingers danced over to the other one, making sure that one wasn’t left out.

She writhed beneath him, the quivering in her stomach growing. “Please,” she uttered, moving her hands from his head, to the front of this shirt, undoing the few buttons. She let her hands roam over his exquisite chest, her nails raking over his taut muscles. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his teeth bite down on her hardened nipple, and whimpered, pushing the fabric from him, desperately seeking out the button on his denim jeans. Her breathing had grown erratic, desperate.

He quickly covered her hands with his own, moving his mouth up to hers. “Slow down, darlin’,” he whispered against her lips, trying to regain some sense of composure.

Not so easily dismissed... Part 2

Hesitantly, Geoff stilled his fingers. "JD" he whispered, "Let's go inside?"

Jenna caught her breath, noddling at his suggestion but still pressing agaisnt his touch. She didn't care if the whole world saw them. She wanted him. She'd wanted him back then, but now that desire seemed even stronger.

Geoff quickly unlocked the door with his one hand, his other still inside her jeans. He pushed her into the open door, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Jenna trembled as she pulled his shirt over his head, then moved her nervous fingers to his pants. She wanted him... wanted to feel every inch of him. He accommodated her, throwing his shirt to the side and stepping out of his slacks. Before he allowed her too much fun, however, he allowed himself a little pleasure. He helped her out of her shirt, his fingers ever so gently grazing over her bare breasts. As he let his hands slide down to help her out of her jeans, he couldn't help himself from grasping a taste of her hard nipples.

Not so easily dismissed

Jenna nervously fidgeted in the booth as she looked up at the waitress.

"Another, please," she requested, looking around the quiet cafe. She knew she had no reason to be nervous. After all, Geoffry used to be a good friend. There was no reason to believe anything had changed on that front.

When the waitress returned to refill her drink, she didn't only have a pot of coffee accompanying her.

"Geoff," the petite blonde stated in surprise.

"JD," came the response as Geoffrey slipped into the booth across the table from Jenna.

Jenna smiled at the pet name. She hadn't been called that in nearly 20 years. That thought alone made her feel incredibly old. But, seeing the man only a year or so older than she gazing into her eyes, she found herself drawn back into a past best forgotten. After all, that's what he was - one of the forgotten. It shamed her to realize that back then she had dismissed him so easily. So why was it that for the past several years, he kept crawling back into her mind?

They made small talk over the small cafe table. The waitress refilled their cups. "Geoff?" Jenna finally interrupted the small talk. Confusion, or perhaps surprise, came over the man and he gazed into her sharp blue eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Never mind." Jenna changed her mind, too afraid to bring up the past. She smiled softly. "So how is married life treating you?"

Geoff watched her closely, trying to decide how best to handle the situation. Part of him wanted to admit the marriage was basically a sham. But part of him wanted to watch her suffer. She'd killed a part of him back them, and never realized. She needed to know.

"It's.... Ok" he finally said. "And for you?"

"It's... Ok" she repeated his words.

"JD?" his voice was more a warning than a question.

"Please?" she responded, her voice breathy and filled with need.

Geoffrey tossed some money onto the middle of the table - plenty enough to pay for their coffee and the tip - and slipped out of the booth, holding out his hand to the slightly younger woman. She grabbed the outstretched hand and allowed him to lead her out the door and across the street. She didn't speak a word as he pulled out the hotel key from his pocket.

"I realize this isn't all that spectacular..."

Jenna smiled softly, "It's ok.." She leaned up and kissed his cheek lightly.

Geoffrey grabbed her face, holding her steady. "My god I've dreamed about this day for too long." The blush was just overcoming Jenna's cheeks as Geoff moved closer, catching her lips in a hard deep kiss. Jenna moaned lightly, pressing herself closer to him.

Without coming up for air, Geoff reached his hand between them, slipping inside her jeans. He groaned loudly, not expecting to feel her so wet.

Jenna blushed a deeper shade of red as she felt his hands slip inside her panties. She knew he'd find her wet and needy. Geoff didn't say a word, however. Instead, he let his fingers press closer to her, his index finger lightly and slowly rubbing against her clit.

Jenna felt the buildup as they grew closer, ready to explode. Her entire body was on fire. Geoff still didn't speak. Instead, he slid a finger insider her. She groaned, rocking her hips against his touch. Geoff smiled slightly, sliding his finger from inside her heat. He rubbed it over her slit, trying to control his own growing desire.

Fireworks

Jade smiled politely at a crowd of people as they pushed past her. She had forgotten the crowd of people which came rushing in to watch the fireworks at her old university. A group of drunken guys, barely out of college - if even that old - invited her to join them. She again smiled politely, brushing them off. Each smile was tossed out without feeling. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the fireworks or the crowds. Usually. Tonight though, alone except her memories and the crowd of strangers, she just couldn't get into the spirit of the day.

The sun was still shining bright as she let her glance shift to the direction of where she'd last watched the fireworks from - many years ago. A lifetime ago. A different person ago. It used to be a nice grassy patch, hidden from the view of the crowd, secluded. She wondered if it was still there - still a nice quiet place to watch from. With a nostalgic smile, she began to walk that way. The sun was beginning to go down, barely hovering over the horizon, as she neared the place.

Her heart sunk as she saw a figure half hidden by the trees and bushes as she came closer to her once secret place. She stopped, turning to leave.

"Jade?"

Jade froze at the sound of her name, the sound of the disbelief in the voice, the sound of a voice she barely recognized.

"Jeremy?"

She turned, staring in shock at the man in front of her. He'd stood now, coming out of the secret place, now face to face with her.

"What are you..." they both started asking at the same time. A low chuckle escaped Jeremy as he gestured for her to continue.

"What are you doing here?"

"Watching the fireworks," he shrugged.

"But, this isn't the best place to see the fireworks..."

"Maybe not. But, if memory serves, it is the best place for creating some fireworks." He winked at her, knowing she was remembering, too. Such bittersweet memories. "Join me?"

Jade raised her eyebrows, an unspoken question of if his invite was to watch the fireworks, or create more.

Jeremy took her hand in his, moving back into the sanctuary of the bushes and trees. "It really isn't a bad place for watching," he tried to reassure her his intentions were pure. Jade gave in, settling in on the blanket he had laid on the grass. He sat next to her. It had been eight years since they'd last seen each other, eight years of catching up they should have been doing, but Jade couldn't think of a single thing to say. And, by the silence from Jeremy, it appeared he had nothing to say either. But Jade could feel the tension surrounding him. She reached out a hand to touch his arm.

"Everything ok?"

Jeremy looked from her hand to her face, then back again. As he once again met her eyes, he allowed her to see the fire within them. He allowed her to see what one simple touch from her does to him.

Jade pulled her lower lip between her teeth nervously and began to move her hand from his arm. He quickly covered it with his own hand. Holding it lightly, he brought it to his lips, lightly kissing the knuckles. He heard Jade's intake of breath. He opened her hand and let his lips linger on her palm, then slowly move to her wrist, flicking his tongue against the sensitive flesh.

His motions made Jade dizzy, lightheaded. She could do nothing but keep her gaze fixed on his as he worked magic on the underside of her arm. "Jer...?" she managed to utter as she swayed.

Jeremy quickly moved so his arm was around her shoulders. He was still holding her hand, as he leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. Laying her back against the blanket, he kept his kiss gentle and unrushed. Jade brought her free arm up around his shoulder, sneaking her tongue out to brush against his lips, lightly tasting. The feel of her reaction caused him to moan, making it more difficult to stay in control.

Jade knew this was wrong - knew she shouldn't be enjoying this so much from the man who had once broke her heart. Or had she broke his? She couldn't even remember anymore. She just knew she'd spend the past eight years trying to get him out of her head. And now, here she was letting him kiss her. But damn did it feel good. She let her fingers grip his shoulder tighter, pulling his lip between her teeth, sucking gently. Jeremy let out another low groan, trying to keep his touch and kiss slow. As she shifted beneath him, her body brushing against his growing need, his control snapped.

Jeremy kissed her hard, pushing his tongue between her lips, dancing it against hers as he released her hand. He slid his hand behind her neck, pulling her tighter to his lips. His other hand slid over her throat to her chest, brushing across the swell of her breasts. She brought her other hand behind him, scratching both her nails lightly down his back, pulling his t-shirt up to slide her hands under it, laying them against his bare skin. Jeremy pulled himself up slightly to pull her tank top up, lifting her slightly as he pulled it off her. Laying her back down, he quickly pulled his shirt off too, then sat there gazing down at her. Her tank had had a built in bra, so now she laid there completely topless, and obviously aroused.

Jade blushed, moving her hands to cover herself. Jeremy stopped her movement, pinning her hands to her sides. He smiled softly at her before lowering his head to capture one nipple between his teeth.

The sound of Jade's intake of breath was audible to Jeremy. He smiled around her nipple, still sucking and nipping at it softly. Hesitantly he moved his mouth from her breasts, kissing and licking a path down her stomach. She moaned softly, rocking her hips, her fingers tangling themselves into his hair as she pushed him lower.

Knowing what she wanted, and knowing he wanted it just as much, he let his tongue travel down her belly, stopping just below her belly button, nibbling a path from hip to hip. She quivered, pressing her hips up towards him, the heat pooling between her legs....

Untitled...

Morgan paced the floor, her hands trembling. She hadn’t seen James in nearly twenty years – not since they were children. They’d been teenagers, experimenting in love and hate with each other, the latter of which had caused the distance both in time and location. But she’d always held him in her heart, though she hated to admit it. There had been something there. As an immature child, she didn’t want to face it. She couldn’t. As an equally immature adult, she was torn. She was afraid. What if that passion was still there? What if what had caused the love and lust and dreams and pain and heartache had never left?

She knew she was being silly. She was old, with all the tell-tale wrinkles and sagginess. She knew there was nothing nearly as attractive about her as what once might have been – though had you asked her back then, she would have stated her unattractiveness then as well. But now? Yes, now there definitely was nothing to get a man hot. She’d come to realize that several years back. But she couldn’t help but be afraid. And it wasn’t just fear of that desire still existing. She was also afraid of the fire not existing anymore. She wasn’t sure why either scenario frightened her. She hadn’t seen him in ages. It shouldn’t come as any surprise if he didn’t want her. Or if she didn’t want him.

She jumped as the doorbell rang, her heart beating hard against her chest. Her fingers trembled even more and she took a deep breath and reached for the door handle. A nervous smile twitched on her lips as she opened the door for him. She noted that he had changed a little, which was to be expected after all the years, but then her eyes met his. They were the same eyes. Perhaps a bit more cynicism resided within the depths, but they were still dark, holding secrets he kept buried – holding the pain he’d known. And they still held that passion.

“James,” she finally muttered, biting at her lower lip as she opened the door wider to allow him to come in. He looked as nervous as she as he stepped into her home. She closed the door, her eyes still fixated on his.

“Morgan…” She could tell he was trying to keep his voice calm. She could hear the stifled nerves in those two syllables.

She reached her hand out instinctively, subconsciously expecting him to flinch. Instead, he moved into her touch.

“Morgan,” he repeated, this time with a cautionary tone. She ignored the warning, searching his eyes with her own, her fingers brushing down his cheek, over his jaw. She could feel his intake of breath as her fingers slid down his neck. His look softened; the fear and uncertainty forgotten as he gazed back at her, his own hand reaching out, slipping behind her neck, reassuring and passionate as it guided her closer.

She could feel his breath against her lips, could feel the heat of his hand on her neck. Her fingers snaked around to the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her. Their lips met with fiery passion, tasting and teasing and tempting a deeper reaction from the other. She moaned against his kiss, pressing herself closer to him, her hips grinding against him desperately. Both seemed to forget where they were – the small, cramped entryway not bothering either of them as they clung to each.

James brought his hands to her shoulders, shoving her against the wall, his mouth continuing its assault on hers before moving down to her neck, hungrily nipping and tasting along her collar bone. Somehow his teeth managed to find her nipple through her clothing, gently grating against the hardening nub as she tried to press closer to him.

“Please, James,” the desperate plea finally escaped her swollen lips, pulling his gaze back up to her eyes. For a brief moment she saw the hesitation, saw his uncertainty. “Please,” she repeated, letting him see her vulnerability and need and passion. That look was his undoing. He shoved her back again against the wall, his hand eagerly slipping beneath the hem of her short skirt. He could feel her moist heat well before he found the center of her desire. A small smile played on his lips as he allowed the tips of his fingers to slip under the lace panties.

Morgan whimpered, rocking against his touch, each breath a plea. She was so wet, so hot. James let a finger slide inside her, feeling her body pulse against his touch, pulling him in. He slipped another inside, his mouth closing down over hers, absorbing her moan. He grabbed the small piece of fabric, ripping it from her body to allow him easier access to her heat. The hunger built, and she frantically sought to free him from his jeans, her fingers trembling as she managed to get the button and zipper taken care of. She felt more than heard his groan as her fingers wrapped around the hard length of him.

She let out a cry as in one quick motion he had hooked his arms under her legs, pulling her up, holding her against the wall, and had thrust his length deep into her. He held himself there for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Morgan started moving first, her hips rocking against him, letting out small whimpers as she felt him moving so slightly inside her. She bit her lip, trying to maintain some sense of control.

James watched her face, his eyes flickering with barely contained fire. He smiled a little, pulling back, then thrusting himself deeper into her. She cried out again, this time leaning in to kiss him again. He pulled away, not saying a word. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on her eyes and thrust again. And again. His movements became faster, just as her breath did. He knew she was trying to hold back, to restrain herself.

“Morgan,” he whispered,his voice ragged and filled with more passion and need than she’d heard before. It was her undoing. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into him. Her legs tightened desperately around him. He thrust again, this time hard and deep. She screamed, her body clutching him, throbbing against his cock as he held himself deep inside her, groaning with her cries, letting himself explode inside her as they kept their eyes locked on each other, watching the fireworks within each other’s eyes.

Their breathing was still ragged, their bodies still entwined, James still buried within her. He slowly pulled himself from her, lowering her trembling legs to the floor but still keeping himself pressed against her. He brought his hand up to rest against her cheek.

“So,” he smiled sheepishly, “how’ve you been?”

Chamber of the Sweet Rose, prelude

For the first time since she was a teenager, Jade found the sea calling to her, pleading with her to become one with it. The full white dress she had chosen to wear was flowing and billowing around her legs on the night breeze, as was her hair. She took a deep breath, the scent of the sea filling her senses completely as she stared hypnotically into the raging waves, feeling the power of the sea, of nature.

As she was about to let herself fall to her savior, she suddenly felt a presence. She looked around her quickly - startled but unafraid. There was no one near whom she could see. She looked towards the waves again, and then she heard it, a low voice calling to her. Turning to find the owner of the voice, she found herself facing him.

Jade gazed deep into the stranger’s eyes, feeling as if she knew him from somewhere but knowing she’d never before met him. He didn’t speak at first, didn’t reach out to touch her, and yet she could feel him all around her, could hear his thoughts speaking for him, invading her own thoughts. For several moments they stood upon the cliff, the sound of the crashing waves echoing around them, the moonlight enveloping them.

“Don’t be afraid,” he finally spoke.

“I’m not,” she replied honestly.

His hand reached out, the heat of his fingers scorching her cheek as he tenderly brushed the tips against her. She stepped closer, unconscious of her own movement. His hand pressed against her cold cheek as he continued to gaze at her tear-filled eyes.

“But you’re afraid of something, or someone,” he continued as Jade lowered her eyes from the intensity of his. She didn’t answer, just closed her eyes as his thumb traced over her bottom lip. Confusion slipped into her mind as she realized that she wasn’t afraid of his touch. For several years she had always been afraid of physical touch, to the point of becoming ill. The stranger took a step closer, tilting her head so that she would look up at him again.

“You’ve never known true love or passion - only lust and possessiveness,” he stated knowingly. Jade nodded, her lips quivering as she felt his breath against her.

“Let me show you passion,” his suggestion wasn’t a question, but rather almost a quiet demand - one that she found she couldn’t turn down. Again she found herself nodding, her lips whispering the word “yes” just as he lowered his mouth to hers, his kiss soft and tender, seeking, promising more then she’d ever experienced.

Backing away just slightly from her, Jade saw a flash of metal in his hands. Her eyes widened as she took a step back, staring into his eyes. The fear instantly subsided as she saw the look in his deep dark eyes. She watched as he unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his shirt, her heart pounding as he brought the dagger to his own flesh. Her eyes gazed deep into his as he made a small cut just a few inches under his collarbone, her eyes moving down to watch the blood trickle from the wound. His strong fingers moved to the back of her neck, holding her gently as he guided her closer to him.

“Drink from me,” he ordered gently, his voice a low whisper.

Jade hesitated for a moment, sighing softly as the man’s fingers slowly caressed her neck, easing the uncertainty she was feeling. Her tongue darted out, flicking against a drop of blood as it scorched down his chest. She licked up against the trail, moaning as she felt a power surge through her that she had never before felt. Suddenly feeling as though she were starving, she brought her mouth to his chest eagerly, hungrily sucking at the wound, tasting him, feeling his heart pound hard against her lips, his energy coursing through her.

She felt herself grow dizzy as the taste of him burned through her and she clung to him even tighter, sucking and licking urgently at his chest, feeling herself grow hotter the more she drank from him. She felt him shiver, his hands almost trembling as he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away from him slightly. She glanced up at him, uncertainty clouding her eyes once more. She saw his look waver, as if the whole experience was too much for him, then suddenly the strong assured tender look was there again, gazing back at her.

With a once again steady hand, the tender stranger brought the dagger up to her chest, just above her breast, pressing it lightly against Jade’s smooth flesh as he stared intently into her cloudy eyes. A tremble flowed through her as she held his gaze, stepping closer, feeling the blade pressing tighter to her.

“Let me taste you?” This time it was a question, one that wasn’t pressuring. In response to his whispered request, she arched her back slightly, wincing slightly as the sharp blade lightly cut into her.

“Please,” she whispered into the cool night air, and he obliged, slowly dragging the blade across her satiny skin. She stifled a whimper, closing her eyes tightly, trying to hide the searing pain. Jade felt the man’s grip on her neck tighten protectively, reassuringly, and relaxed, letting herself feel the hot blood drip down her. Once again he tilted her head so that she would look at him, their eyes locked as he neared her, dipping his head to her chest, drinking hungrily from her. All the heat within her surged and boiled, pooling between her legs as she rocked against him in sudden desperate desire. She could suddenly see his thoughts, visions so intense and dark they made her weak. A shimmering black blanket seemed to close in around her and in the darkness she heard his low deep whisper as he asked again, “Will you let me show you passion?”

The Tease

Jenna grinned devilishly. She knew that Patrick was watching her from beyond the etched glass doors separating the master bedroom and bathroom. She swayed her hips gently to the music, sliding her jeans over her hips slowly. Her shirt soon followed, and she carefully took her time in folding the clothing, laying them on the counter beside the sink. Slipping out of her panties and bra, she slipped on the oversized white shirt Patrick had been kind enough to borrow her.

Patrick had taken her to his house after they had gotten caught in a thunderstorm as they were both jogging through the park, and although he didn't know the young blonde all that well, he knew his place was closer then hers and that she had to get out of her wet clothes. So together they had jogged to small but elegant home, and he had lent her some clothing, planning on bringing her to her apartment as soon as her clothing had dried. But now, as he watched her changing clothes, he realized that he didn't want to take her to her own home. Secretly he wondered if she would believe him if he told her his dryer had broke down.

With a small sway of her hips, Jenna slowly walked out of the bathroom, her hair hanging in wet tendrils down her shoulders and back. Getting closer then was necessary, she handed her clothes to Patrick. As she leaned over slightly, he realized that she had left a few top buttons undone and his breath caught in his throat as he got a glimpse of her cleavage. Rising quickly from the bed he headed towards the door, needing to get a little space between him and the petite blonde.

"I'll just get these into the dryer" he mumbled, leaving the room quickly. Jenna smiled secretly. She had wanted this man since the first time she had seen him in the park, and had made sure to time her outings to when she knew he would be there. Normally she drove to the park, but this time she had chosen to jog there, her car having been broke down the last couple days. But, she couldn't have planned it better, had she known the storm would hit. Grinning, she left the bedroom and strolled into the living room, settling herself onto the large soft couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Tugging at the hem of the shirt, she made sure most of her upper thighs were covered by the thin white material.

Patrick came into the room, having put her clothes into the dryer, trying not to spend too much time staring at the small lace bra and panties. His blood surged south quickly as he saw her curled up on his couch, her slender legs hidden beneath her, her arm resting on the arm of the sofa, her cheek resting in her hand. His eyes glanced at the ivory skin until it disappeared beneath his shirt. "This is going to be one hell of a long night" he muttered under his breath.

Jenna looked up at the sound of him entering the room and smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you so much for helping me," She stated softly, her eyes never leaving his, her gaze just as filled with desire as his were.

"No problem," He forced a smile, brushing off her gratitude as he seated himself in the recliner at the other end of the room. He picked up the remote control, turning the television on, trying desperately to concentrate on something other then the small sexy woman.

"I'm a bit thirsty," She stated hesitantly, "Mind if I get myself something to drink?" Patrick silently cursed himself for not being a good host and was about to rise from the chair. She stood up and walked closer to him, heading towards the kitchen.

"No need to get up," she said smiling, "I can get it." Patrick hesitated, then felt her fingers on his chest, lightly pushing him back down to the chair. "You've done more then enough," She assured and turned to the kitchen, leaving Patrick to stare at the lovely sway in her walk. She emerged a few moments later, carrying a glass of ice water, and glanced at Patrick with a small grin on her face. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh, I'm ok" Patrick lied, forcing what he wanted to say away from his voice.

"Ok," She shrugged and headed back towards the couch. Setting her glass on the small stand, she leaned over to rearrange the pillows. The shirt she wore slipped up, exposing more thigh. Patrick couldn't take anymore, god help him, he needed this little minx. His body went rigid and he dropped the remote on the floor, not daring to stand up, or move to retrieve it.

"My god Jenna," was all he could seem to utter, and Jenna quickly straightened, turning towards him. She noticed the tension on his face, his body strained, his eyes clouded over with passion and need. She stepped closer to him again, bending over to pick up the remote, taking her time as she felt his eyes traveling up her legs, stopping at her rear which she knew was just barely exposed by her bending. Suddenly she felt his hands on her wrists as he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him, bringing her down over his lap, his need pressing against her side as she hung over him.

Patrick slid his hand down the back of his shirt, feeling her tremble against him. Jenna didn't fight him, instead glanced up at him in hot desire, her lower lip quivering as his hand moved across her rear, slowly pulling the shirt up, exposing her flesh to him. His hand smoothed over her ass, then left, no longer touching her. Jenna whimpered slightly, wanting to feel him again, when suddenly his hand came down, connecting with her bare skin, causing her to jump slightly and rock against him. Again he brought his hand down, and again, watching as her flesh turned pink from the spanking. She flexed her legs, her muscles twitching in her thighs as she whimpered and rocked faster against him. Her desire grew, and she could feel the heat between her thighs grow.

Finally the slaps stopped and he laid his hand against her hot flush skin, caressing softly. She looked up at him again, whimpering a small plea. He smiled softly into her eyes, his hand dipping between her legs, a groan escaping his lips as his touch connected with her wet heat. Slowly he traced the delicate folds, his finger slipping into her need as she moaned softly. Gently he slid another finger inside her, then another, his fingers curling and straightening inside her, then he thrust them deep, raising his hips up against her side, letting her feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted her. Her eyes closed tightly as he pulled his fingers almost out of her, then thrust again, deeper, harder. His movements quickened, driving into her hard and fast, his own need grinding against her desperately.

Jenna bucked against him, crying out as the pressure inside her burst, her hot satisfaction flowing around his fingers as he slowed him thrusting, his other hand smoothing over her soft hair as she trembled and rocked to his touch. He slid his fingers from inside her, moving them up to the sweet nub, caressing softly but quickly in tight circles, groaning deep as he felt her pleasure rise again.

"Please," She begged, gazing up at him, squirming against his touch, "Please Patrick, I need you inside me."

Patrick groaned again, grabbing her roughly, pulling her up from his lap. She helped him free himself from his running pants as she straddled him, her fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. She rubbed the tip of his need over her wetness, smiling at him as she bit her bottom lip, trying to control the need inside her long enough to tease him just a bit. She slipped the tip of him just barely inside her, then pulled him out, again rubbing his cock over her hot desire.

A low growl came from within Patrick and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him, his other hand clutching her hip tight as he thrust himself hard and deep into her, holding himself there for a moment, burying his head against her neck. Slowly he began to move inside her, thrusting gently as he tried to control his hunger. Her fingers raked against his chest and she caught his ear lobe between her lips, sucking softly. His control snapped and he took hold of both of her hips, bring her down on him hard and fast, then lifting her slightly, then thrusting deep yet again.

Taking her deeper and faster, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her down to him again and again, she kissed him hard, moaning against his lips, her body tightening around him, her muscles gripping him as he throbbed and moved inside her. Pulling away from his lips suddenly she cried out again, her fingers pressing into the muscles of his shoulders, her nails digging into him. He buried his face against her neck again, groaning deep, harshly whispering her name as he thrust himself deep again and held himself there, his release hard and fast.

Several moments later, both of them trembling and fighting for air, his arms wrapped around her and held her tight against him, his lips softly kissing her head.

Reunion

Ali gazed out the window, watching the retreating form of Greg. She sighed, bringing her eyes back to the man sitting across from her. Brett reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

"He gave you his room key, Ali. Use it."

"He's pissed at me, Brett." She laid her head dramatically on the table.

The two were at a reunion of sorts, as was Greg. The three of them and about a dozen others staying in the same hotel, had all been friends back in their college days. Ten years had past since most of them had seen each other, and so they decided to get together again. They made their own little reunion, reserving a block of rooms at a small hotel.

Brett and Ali had been good friends years earlier. And while they hadn't spoken in a decade, that friendship had remained. They had quickly fallen back into laughing and talking and hugging. It was this laughing and talking and hugging that Greg had seen, and had gotten upset about.

Just a couple hours before, Ali had realized she still felt very physically attracted to the other man. Greg was three years older than her, and had been her first. And suddenly here he was, still well built and incredibly sexy. And she could tell he felt the chemistry, too. Especially when he handed her his room key and gave her a standing invitation to come see him - even if just to talk.

And she'd planned on using it. Until now. She found herself feeling guilty that he'd seen her embracing Brett.

Brett chuckled at her dramatics and flicked her on the top of her head with his finger.

"Go see him."

Ali looked up with a scowl. "I'll think about it." Hugging her friend, she went out his patio door to the pool area, quickly crossing over to her own room. She sat on her bed for a few seconds, then paced the floor, then sat on the edge of the bed again. With a deep breath and another sigh, she decided to take the risk. Grabbing his room key, she slipped out the front door of her room.

Her hands were trembling as she stood in front of his door, the key card in position to be swiped. She tried working up the courage to unlock the door, to risk his anger, to risk him kicking her right back out the door.

Suddenly a hand was over hers, steadying it; a hot breath on her neck. She could feel the hard muscles of this thighs pressed against her. Greg didn't speak, simply helped her pull the key card through the slot, and opened the door, his other hand on her hip, gently guiding her into his room.

Ali was still trembling, but she wasn't sure if it was because his presence had startled her, or because she was afraid of him, or because she wanted him so desperately. But she didn't care to think about it. Instead, she turned just slightly in his arms, looking up into his eyes just as his lips came down on hers. His kiss was hard and passionate, his tongue pressing its way between her parted lips, his grip on her hip tightening. She returned his kiss just as feverishly, sucking his lower lip lightly between hers, her hand moving up to around his neck, pulling him down tighter against her kiss.

Greg groaned deep as she ground her hips against him. He stepped forward another step, then another, until Ali could feel the mattress against the back of her knees. He guided her back onto the bed, his lips not leaving hers. As soon as he had her laying, he worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse. His lips left hers, kissing and nipping across her jaw and down her neck.

Her breathing quickened as his mouth moved lower, across to one breast. He undid the front clasp of her bra effortlessly, his hands quickly replacing the thing garment. She writhed beneath him as he lazily rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. He smiled up at her, then clasped his mouth over the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it hungrily, his teeth grazing over her flesh. Ali whimpered. Greg's mouth moved to the other breast, repeating the torture, as Ali rocked against him. Finally pulling his mouth from her breasts, he began kissing down her stomach.

"No!" Ali cried out suddenly. Greg looked up at her confused. "I need you," she explained. When that didn't seem to clarify, she continued, "I need you inside me." her words came out slowly, on each breath. "Now," she added. Greg dipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers quickly moving to her hot need. A moan came from deep within him as he felt just how much she needed him.

"God, you're so wet," he spoke, slipping two fingers inside her. He kissed back up her chest and neck, finally claiming her lips once against as his fingers danced inside her. Her hips rocked faster and harder, grinding against his hand, her fingers scratching hard down his back as the pressure continued to build inside her.

He reached between them with his free hand, quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips. She helped him, then moved her hand to the front, helping free him. His cock was so hard. She stroked it, loving the hard steel feel of it, loving the way he gasped at her touch.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and brought it quickly and roughly above her head, pinning it under his own hand. Reluctantly moving his fingers from inside her, he pushed her skirt up and moved between her legs. He claimed her lips yet again, kissing her hard as he thrust himself deep inside her in one smooth stroke. She cried out, meeting his thrust, kissing him back desperately.

He held himself there for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion, then slowly started sliding himself in and out of her, each movement tormenting and pleasing at the same time. She knew she was going to cum soon, could feel herself climbing higher. He felt it too, quickening his pace, pulling away from her lips so he could watch her.

She bit her lip, attempting to stifle the cry as she suddenly tipped over the edge, cumming hard and fast, her fingers grasping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The feel of her body suddenly clenching him, quivering around him, he too went over that edge.

He again held himself deep inside her, his fingers shaking as they stroked her cheek. She was still pulsing around him, her legs trembling against his. He rolled over, careful to stay in her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.