Hiya folks.
Just to let you know our most awesome co writer Tara went off to Jovi land for the concert this past Monday, also a writers convention I do believe, so hopefully she will be home soon and have a new chapter for updating here. Please keep checking back, I promise you there is LOADS more Kate/Jon Elena/Pony to come :)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Chapter 64
Richie stretched out on his back, stuffing a small pillow under his head that he'd filched from the Rattan furniture that littered the courtyard. The tiny beach house was luxury with a capital L and his lovely girlfriend took to it with ease.
In fact, the honey toned length of her thigh leading to her naked heart shaped ass nearly shouted how comfortable she was with both him and her body. Her feet scissored back and forth as she nibbled on a pen. A few strands of her dark hair danced in the breeze, the rest twisted down her back, curling around copper tinted breasts that hadn’t seen a swimsuit in days. No strap lines made him nuts.
He wasn't sure he ever wanted it to end. He knew he didn't want her to ever be very far from him. He threw a hand over onto her chair and dragged her over until the arms of the oversized chaises overlapped. "Whatcha doin' beautiful?"
Elena turned, a bashful grin, peeked from the riot of curls both the sea and the humidity had caused. "Writing to Katydid, actually. I sorta forgot to tell her I was going be gone for a couple weeks." She giggled. "Seems this really tall, dark, sexy guy had me forgetting certain things I should have done."
He leaned over, his fingers dangling over her shoulder. "Sorry this place doesn’t have a phone. I just knew someone would be able to find me if I left the option open.”
“I like that we’re hidden away.” She smiled up at him, the heat of the day only more intense with him leaning over her.
He looked down at the end of her letter with a grin. “Ah, there's that little heart and everything. That's how I knew the card was actually from you and not printed by some florist’s hand."
She turned onto her side, the coconut oil glistening off his brown skin was far too tempting. She dragged a knuckle down his chest, swirling through the strands of fur that whorled around his nipple. "That's why it took the flowers so long to get to you. I wanted the card to be personal.”
He tried to concentrate on her words, but each touch was more distracting than the last. "Um, yeah...I love that you did that." He winced as his cock tightened up against his belly. "Darlin' you’re killing me here." He pushed away her hair, until the tip of her nipple was revealed along with the winking lavender crystal at her belly button. He'd bought it at one of the hundreds of jewelry tables that littered the shopping areas of St. Maarten.
She grinned and stretched up against him. "Do what, cutie?"
Her hard little nipples grazed his chest as her arms wound around his neck. Sun kissed skin, velvet smooth and all his. The kiss was slow and languid like the day they'd spent together. He let his tongue roam her mouth slowly, enjoying her taste and the soft breathy moans she made. "As if you didn't know." He stood, his hard swaying in the sunshine, but that had nothing on the heavy lidded woman in front of him. "C'mon we have to get showered and out of here, I have a surprise for you."
She lifted her hand, letting him drag her out of her comfy chair. "A surprise?" She twisted both her hands around his. "Tell me, tell me.”
He laughed down at her. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, nearly on her toes leaning into him. "Oh you're one of those, are you?"
She gripped his bicep, nearly vibrating. "One of those?"
"One of those girls that can't wait for a surprise." He flicked his fingertip down her nose. "Look at you...if you were any more excited, there'd be confetti coming out of your ears."
She giggled. "Yeah, Kate tries so hard to hide my presents for Christmas and my birthday,” she smiled up at him. “She always fails.”
“Is that so?”
“I can't help it!” She pressed her breast to his arm, snuggling in close. “I just love surprises, love figuring out the secret the best.” She slid her fingertips over the sensitive center of his palm. “So tell me handsome.” When he just smiled at her, she groaned. “Gimme a hint or something."
"Nope, you'll just have to sit there and vibrate." He waggled his eyebrows. "But if you need to wiggle, I have the lap for you."
She reached up and wound her arms around his neck, littering his chest with tiny kisses, "Not even a Teensy little hint?? I"ll beg real pretty..."
He groaned. She was worse than any Greek siren he’d read about in school. "I just bet.” He stepped back when those clever fingers encircled his cock. “Surprises are supposed to be just that...surprises when it happens." He twisted her around and wrapped his arms around her, walking her into the spa-sized shower in their over the top bathroom.
She pushed back on him, her butt sliding across his erection. "Can't convince you to give me a little hint, huh?"
He grunted as her hands came around to dig into the flesh of his ass. "Nope. Not even if you torture me."
She turned around slowly, letting each inch of her body brush against his, her hand cupping him. "Just a little one?"
He swallowed. Be strong, man. "The more you try to convince me, the longer it takes to actually get to the surprise."
Keeping her grip firm, she caressed his shaft. When he just stared down at her, she huffed, turning the water on to the near scalding they both loved and quickly began to soap up. "Ok, fine.” She grinned over her shoulder. “So, you’re stubborn, I get that." The huge showerhead rained down on them both. She’d see how stubborn.
He watched her slowly run the washcloth over her thighs; scrubbing off the oil she'd slathered herself with throughout the day. Her slim legs were deeply tanned now, her tan lines long since gone. She brought the washcloth up over the slim line of hair between her legs and stroked until his breath dried. Christ, he had to check and make sure his tongue wasn't hanging out in response.
She tilted her head back with a moan, letting the hot water sluice through her hair and over her skin. Damn, she loved a really hot shower sometimes.
He leaned against the wall of the shower, his dick hard enough to match the tile for fuck's sake but he was content to watch her. Such a restless and instinctive sexuality lurked beneath her cute factor. It made him nuts to think of it as all his. When her fingers and the soap lifted higher to cup her breasts and move up to her throat, he knew he was toast.
She moved back a pace and wiggled against him lightly, before turning with the soapy cloth. "Sure you don’t want some of this hot water, lover?”
"I’m enjoying the show," he said with a hoarseness that belied his genial comment. Hot damn the woman drove him to distraction.
She grinned up at him and then quickly reached around to pinch his ass lightly. "Baby, you have a surprise and it’s taking forever here." She arched against him again, urging him into movement or action as she leaned forward to nibble along his neck. "Get a move on Stud."
Without another moment's hesitation he lifted her and pushed her against the tiled wall, drilling into her. The water rained down on them as the soap left her skin slick with bubbles. He wrapped her leg around him, inching it higher to take him deeper. "I can make it last forever if you like," he managed against her throat as he pushed harder.
Her soft cries echoed in the room as he filled her. "Pony!" Her hands streaked around his back, holding on as her eyes fluttered closed. Just like that, she lost herself in his touch and voice.
"Come for me," he whispered through the water and into the shell of her ear as the friction between them built. "When you squeeze down on me, I can’t even think. No one can make me as hard and as hot as you can in mere seconds, love."
She gripped his shoulders, a soft scream whooshing from her as his finger connected with that tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. His name bouncing around the tiled room again and again.
"God, yes," he groaned as she clasped around him, heightening the orgasm just out of reach. He rode hers to the end, delighting in the sweet pulses before he emptied himself inside of her.
He kept her pinned to the wall, her legs limp with release and the heat of the shower. He sipped from her neck, enjoying the last little shudders. "Ready for your surprise, now?"
Her dazed eyes found his as she grinned, "That wasn’t it?”
"Ahhh, no." He turned them back under the spray with her in front of him, soaping away the evidence, his fingers sliding low over the soft swell of her belly. They weren't exactly being careful as of late. He pressed his nose into that little dip where her shoulder and neck met, letting his fingers trail up and down over the slick skin.
She leaned back on him weakly as the hot water connected with her overly sensitive skin again. "I could stay just like this, forever. I really could."
"Me too baby," he said and held her close for another few moments before he let her do her female thing with shampoo and conditioner. He kissed her shoulder once more and stepped out to give her room, drying his hair and body roughly with the towel. "I'm going to get dressed, babe."
She blew him a kiss and turned to quickly finish her hair. Within moments she stepped through to the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy towel. "So…pink, purple or bathing suit, handsome?" She asked, naming off the clothes she’d bothered to wear in the last few days. She knew which one she’d wanted him to say. Wouldn’t that be a surprise the world at large?
In fact, the honey toned length of her thigh leading to her naked heart shaped ass nearly shouted how comfortable she was with both him and her body. Her feet scissored back and forth as she nibbled on a pen. A few strands of her dark hair danced in the breeze, the rest twisted down her back, curling around copper tinted breasts that hadn’t seen a swimsuit in days. No strap lines made him nuts.
He wasn't sure he ever wanted it to end. He knew he didn't want her to ever be very far from him. He threw a hand over onto her chair and dragged her over until the arms of the oversized chaises overlapped. "Whatcha doin' beautiful?"
Elena turned, a bashful grin, peeked from the riot of curls both the sea and the humidity had caused. "Writing to Katydid, actually. I sorta forgot to tell her I was going be gone for a couple weeks." She giggled. "Seems this really tall, dark, sexy guy had me forgetting certain things I should have done."
He leaned over, his fingers dangling over her shoulder. "Sorry this place doesn’t have a phone. I just knew someone would be able to find me if I left the option open.”
“I like that we’re hidden away.” She smiled up at him, the heat of the day only more intense with him leaning over her.
He looked down at the end of her letter with a grin. “Ah, there's that little heart and everything. That's how I knew the card was actually from you and not printed by some florist’s hand."
She turned onto her side, the coconut oil glistening off his brown skin was far too tempting. She dragged a knuckle down his chest, swirling through the strands of fur that whorled around his nipple. "That's why it took the flowers so long to get to you. I wanted the card to be personal.”
He tried to concentrate on her words, but each touch was more distracting than the last. "Um, yeah...I love that you did that." He winced as his cock tightened up against his belly. "Darlin' you’re killing me here." He pushed away her hair, until the tip of her nipple was revealed along with the winking lavender crystal at her belly button. He'd bought it at one of the hundreds of jewelry tables that littered the shopping areas of St. Maarten.
She grinned and stretched up against him. "Do what, cutie?"
Her hard little nipples grazed his chest as her arms wound around his neck. Sun kissed skin, velvet smooth and all his. The kiss was slow and languid like the day they'd spent together. He let his tongue roam her mouth slowly, enjoying her taste and the soft breathy moans she made. "As if you didn't know." He stood, his hard swaying in the sunshine, but that had nothing on the heavy lidded woman in front of him. "C'mon we have to get showered and out of here, I have a surprise for you."
She lifted her hand, letting him drag her out of her comfy chair. "A surprise?" She twisted both her hands around his. "Tell me, tell me.”
He laughed down at her. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, nearly on her toes leaning into him. "Oh you're one of those, are you?"
She gripped his bicep, nearly vibrating. "One of those?"
"One of those girls that can't wait for a surprise." He flicked his fingertip down her nose. "Look at you...if you were any more excited, there'd be confetti coming out of your ears."
She giggled. "Yeah, Kate tries so hard to hide my presents for Christmas and my birthday,” she smiled up at him. “She always fails.”
“Is that so?”
“I can't help it!” She pressed her breast to his arm, snuggling in close. “I just love surprises, love figuring out the secret the best.” She slid her fingertips over the sensitive center of his palm. “So tell me handsome.” When he just smiled at her, she groaned. “Gimme a hint or something."
"Nope, you'll just have to sit there and vibrate." He waggled his eyebrows. "But if you need to wiggle, I have the lap for you."
She reached up and wound her arms around his neck, littering his chest with tiny kisses, "Not even a Teensy little hint?? I"ll beg real pretty..."
He groaned. She was worse than any Greek siren he’d read about in school. "I just bet.” He stepped back when those clever fingers encircled his cock. “Surprises are supposed to be just that...surprises when it happens." He twisted her around and wrapped his arms around her, walking her into the spa-sized shower in their over the top bathroom.
She pushed back on him, her butt sliding across his erection. "Can't convince you to give me a little hint, huh?"
He grunted as her hands came around to dig into the flesh of his ass. "Nope. Not even if you torture me."
She turned around slowly, letting each inch of her body brush against his, her hand cupping him. "Just a little one?"
He swallowed. Be strong, man. "The more you try to convince me, the longer it takes to actually get to the surprise."
Keeping her grip firm, she caressed his shaft. When he just stared down at her, she huffed, turning the water on to the near scalding they both loved and quickly began to soap up. "Ok, fine.” She grinned over her shoulder. “So, you’re stubborn, I get that." The huge showerhead rained down on them both. She’d see how stubborn.
He watched her slowly run the washcloth over her thighs; scrubbing off the oil she'd slathered herself with throughout the day. Her slim legs were deeply tanned now, her tan lines long since gone. She brought the washcloth up over the slim line of hair between her legs and stroked until his breath dried. Christ, he had to check and make sure his tongue wasn't hanging out in response.
She tilted her head back with a moan, letting the hot water sluice through her hair and over her skin. Damn, she loved a really hot shower sometimes.
He leaned against the wall of the shower, his dick hard enough to match the tile for fuck's sake but he was content to watch her. Such a restless and instinctive sexuality lurked beneath her cute factor. It made him nuts to think of it as all his. When her fingers and the soap lifted higher to cup her breasts and move up to her throat, he knew he was toast.
She moved back a pace and wiggled against him lightly, before turning with the soapy cloth. "Sure you don’t want some of this hot water, lover?”
"I’m enjoying the show," he said with a hoarseness that belied his genial comment. Hot damn the woman drove him to distraction.
She grinned up at him and then quickly reached around to pinch his ass lightly. "Baby, you have a surprise and it’s taking forever here." She arched against him again, urging him into movement or action as she leaned forward to nibble along his neck. "Get a move on Stud."
Without another moment's hesitation he lifted her and pushed her against the tiled wall, drilling into her. The water rained down on them as the soap left her skin slick with bubbles. He wrapped her leg around him, inching it higher to take him deeper. "I can make it last forever if you like," he managed against her throat as he pushed harder.
Her soft cries echoed in the room as he filled her. "Pony!" Her hands streaked around his back, holding on as her eyes fluttered closed. Just like that, she lost herself in his touch and voice.
"Come for me," he whispered through the water and into the shell of her ear as the friction between them built. "When you squeeze down on me, I can’t even think. No one can make me as hard and as hot as you can in mere seconds, love."
She gripped his shoulders, a soft scream whooshing from her as his finger connected with that tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. His name bouncing around the tiled room again and again.
"God, yes," he groaned as she clasped around him, heightening the orgasm just out of reach. He rode hers to the end, delighting in the sweet pulses before he emptied himself inside of her.
He kept her pinned to the wall, her legs limp with release and the heat of the shower. He sipped from her neck, enjoying the last little shudders. "Ready for your surprise, now?"
Her dazed eyes found his as she grinned, "That wasn’t it?”
"Ahhh, no." He turned them back under the spray with her in front of him, soaping away the evidence, his fingers sliding low over the soft swell of her belly. They weren't exactly being careful as of late. He pressed his nose into that little dip where her shoulder and neck met, letting his fingers trail up and down over the slick skin.
She leaned back on him weakly as the hot water connected with her overly sensitive skin again. "I could stay just like this, forever. I really could."
"Me too baby," he said and held her close for another few moments before he let her do her female thing with shampoo and conditioner. He kissed her shoulder once more and stepped out to give her room, drying his hair and body roughly with the towel. "I'm going to get dressed, babe."
She blew him a kiss and turned to quickly finish her hair. Within moments she stepped through to the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy towel. "So…pink, purple or bathing suit, handsome?" She asked, naming off the clothes she’d bothered to wear in the last few days. She knew which one she’d wanted him to say. Wouldn’t that be a surprise the world at large?
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