Finding Opa! (9 page)

As the water cascaded down her long back, he felt his pants rise up with a steely erection.
God, she is so sensual
, he thought to himself as he washed her. His hands trailed down her neck to her narrow shoulders and massaged her tense muscles. He ached to go further and cup her breasts. Rigid and inviting, they waited for him.

Slow
, he reminded himself as the water trickled over her face. It was her moan that devoured him. Biting her lip, a deep throaty sound came from within her that stabbed at his most erogenous senses.

“I can’t do this,” he said, standing up. “Not I can’t do this…I mean, I can’t do this
like
this.”
Don’t mess this up
, he berated himself inwardly.

She wiped her face and looked up confused. Had she done something wrong? Was it not time?

Without any more words, Hunter pealed out of his shirt to reveal carved muscle then pulled off his pants and underwear and kicked them across the room.

Stacey’s eyes grew with intrigue as she looked over at him. Handsome was not a powerful enough word to describe his statuesque body. She bit her bottom lip as she watched.

“Mind if I get in?” he asked in a deep husky voice, realizing her eyes had settled at his rock hard erection. He ran his large hand over it to add insult to her injury, displaying its unimaginable girth and length.

She shook her head and pushed out the words that seemed to be stuck behind her tongue. “No. There is enough room for you.”
I don’t know about it
, she thought to herself.

Quickly, he stepped in the warm water and sat down behind her. He sighed in bliss as the water lapped at his hips and waist.

The sensation of skin-on-skin caused goose bumps to form all over her body. Scooting up to give him room, she felt his strong, capable hands, yank her back onto his lap causing the water to splash over her. His heartbeat boomed against her back as he embraced her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she delighted in the feel of him. She wasn’t going to allow herself to regret this no matter what happened in their relationship. It had been so long until she needed this, even if he didn’t.

Hunter watched her closely from behind. The time for being a gentleman was nearing an end. Holding her arms in his hands, he nuzzled his face into her hair and inhaled her jasmine scent. “Are you ready?” he asked abruptly. His voice was hard and demanding.

“Yes,” she hissed with her eyes closed. She had never felt so exquisitely alive.

Bracing herself on his pulsing lap, she touched his large thighs covered in black hair and nestled against his concrete body. Her nails raked his skin and made him clench his jaw tighter. His penis was pushed between them, resting against his stomach and her lower back, but for the moment, he ignored it.

A breath caught in her chest when his hands moved. He felt amazing, better than she had imagined, and he was even more beautiful naked than clothed.

Hunter had an athlete’s build, sinewy and detailed, wide and foreboding. His chest stuck out with pounds of hard flesh cut to perfection atop of it and his masculine sandalwood smell was even more intoxicating when there were no clothes to mask it.

Covertly, she took a deep breath to smell him better.

His hands trailed over her hot skin, massaging her body as he calmed her. Her breaths slowed with every touch. Then quietly he went back to washing her.

Taking his time, he studied the kinky long hair in his hand, washing it with great care. He had never had the pleasure of touching hair like hers before. It was exotic and sexy. He didn’t know why but it turned him on more.

With her hair soapy, he filled the ceramic cup again and rinsed it, growing harder as the water ran from her head down to her pebbled nipples and further down her stomach past her tiny belly button.

She made matters worse when she ran both of her hands over her breasts and squirmed on top of him. Her full weight was now in his lap, pushing against his most sensitive parts. His mouth grew anxious. He wanted nothing more than to have one of those chocolate morsels in the mouth to bite and suck.

Unable to control himself, he pulled her head to him and kissed her wet neck. His lips felt like silk against her. She moaned, breaths picking up again in excitement.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear before he bit it.

Intoxicated, she reached back and wove her long finger into his thick black hair. As her arms lifted, her breasts were in better view. He had never seen a better pair.

Undulating under her, he clenched his square jaw as tight as he could. He knew that he should have a condom on, but there was no way in hell that he was getting out of this tub. Plus, he had secretly read her file. She was clean, nothing to worry about but impregnating her. Besides at the present his chaotic mind didn’t think that was such a bad idea. In fact, the idea strangely turned him on more.

He ran his hands down her back as she leaned forward, and he massaged her tiny waist. Her skin was like wet satin against his fingertips. Cupping her buttocks, he raised her up and let his middle finger slip inside of her delicate folds.

“Ahh,” she called out. “Yes, Hunter. Yes.”

Warm and wet, she moved against him. Her sex stretched a little, tight from years of abstinence. That seemed to turn him on more. She was such a good woman, a patient woman, a beautiful creature. The primitive part of his brain regarded her with complete and total possessiveness. She belonged to him now. All of her.
This is mine
, he thought to himself as he stuck another finger inside of her. She moaned again - the pleasure of his strokes evident on her stunning face.

The sound of water splashing mixed with her soft, feminine moans and the dimness of the room in candlelight entranced him. Her wet hair slapped against his skin like whips. Her graceful body smacked against him as she moved around turned on past his wildest dreams. He literally had to hold on to her as he fondled her. She was completely turned on, ready to do whatever he wanted.

Rock hard and dying to be inside of her, he replaced his eager fingers with his needy cock. His swollen head pulsed as he entered her. Her wetness slicked her lips even in the water, making his admittance even more paralyzing. Zingers shot through both of them.

She screamed aloud as her body stretched then wrapped tight around his hungry erection. Hard suction swallowed him up into her body and her thighs locked him in for the ride. Stacey threw back her head and arched her back further, screaming out as she looked up to the ceiling. Her sandy dreads felt down between them, cloaking her back. He moved her hair quickly then ran his hand down her spine.

She was darker naked. Parts of her body were as deep brown as molasses and as sweet. He wanted to taste every inch of her. Kissing her shoulder, he felt her adjust herself to his need. He waited patiently before he began his invasion of her body, looking for all the signs to let him know that she was ready. Resting his head back on the back of the tub, he guided her down with his grip. His hands clutched her tiny waist, squeezing her body tight.

“Hunter,” she called out as her back arched and her legs positioned themselves to take all of him.

With seriousness in his face, he focused as his hips moved from side to side, wedging his heated flesh into her folds. Suddenly and without warning, the magnificent thrusting began. The water splashed as her body moved up and down against him. She shuddered under his power, feeling the need and heat build within her thighs.

Lifting her and pulling her down, he growled as he watched her submit. Her hands were at first firmly placed to hold herself up, but with each blow to her core, they became weaker. But Hunter was hungry for more than just her backside. He wanted to see her face; he wanted to feel her body against his.

Turning around, she sat on top of him again. He found her breasts quickly, suckling one in between his lips and squeezing the other. Looking into her eyes, he invaded her again, this time slowly when he felt her swollen womb tighten around him.

Her gaze was devastating. Free of lipstick, her wide pouty mouth opened to call his name again, but he quickly found her lips and kissed her. He had never kissed such a full mouth. He had never made love to such dark skin. He had never done a lot of things he was about to do.

Their tongues played back and forth as she straddled him. Years of riding a bike proved an advantage as she held her position. Powerfully, she moved atop of him as he watched in amazement of her sexual transformation.

The fact that she had opened up this far to him was mind-blowing. The fact that she had broken her own rules for him, showed that he had finally earned her trust, but there was more than just trust working here. Since he’d started seeing her, the nightmares were fewer, his mind was more at peace and he knew it all was because of her. Awash with raw emotion and on fire for her, he realized that she had become everything to him.

Cupping her face, in his hands he confessed. “I love you,” he whispered against her skin. His eyes flickered in the darkness – the fire behind them ablaze.

Her mouth quivered. “I love you, too,” she said as tears began to fall.

They embraced each other tightly, still locked together in their love making. The weight of their actions began to ground them, pull them from the cloud that they had floated up to.

Picking her up out of the water, he carried her soaking wet out to the bed. He had just wondered about what it would be like to make love to her here, now he would find out. The thought pushed him into a sweet euphoria.

Anxiously, she lay against the comforter with soap still on her skin playing with herself as he watched. She was spirited; he’d give her that, and for the first time, he could see all of her. Her long legs were carved to perfection. Wide hips, tight muscles, impeccable calves, perfect feet. He ran his hands over her in amazement. Her stomach was lined with muscle, her toned arms powerful from riding her bike, her breasts sat up perky, full and inviting. And her vagina was pampered and clean shaven, shaped into a heavenly v. It was the most beautiful vagina that he’d ever seen,
and he was a doctor
.

Looking up at him, she opened her arms to receive him as he fell into her embrace again. The ceiling fan above chilled their skin as they kissed. Rolling around in the bed, they explored each other’s bodies as they went from one position to the next.

He was amazed with her agility and how she seemed to like sex. It had been his experience that many women did not, either because the man was inexperienced or the woman had no penchant for it. However, his Stacey was wild with desire. And now that she had let her guard down, she had no problem showing how much she liked it.

Laughing, she threw her head back as he nestled his face in her breasts. Her giggle made him smile. Throwing her leg over him, she called his name playfully. His hips rolled in a smooth motion between her thighs that sent waves of ecstasy through her trembling body.

This was what he had missed. This was the part of life that he had denied himself, but it was well worth the wait. To be with a woman so in touch with what she wanted, so open, so giving was worth never touching another woman again.

Her waist moved around as she pushed him inside of her, making sure to not leave an inch of his thick, pulsing manhood out of her body. She bit her pouty lips and sucked in a breath as she took him, pumping and prodding at her in every way.

Holding him close, she looked into his eyes and kissed him. She knew also that her own climax was upon them. However, something would not allow them to part.

The heat began to course through his veins, crippling his ability to move. He felt the ache down in his core as he pumped into her. A vein stuck out of his neck as he strained. His seed prepared to push out, but he could not refuse himself the primitive desire that begged louder than his reason.
Take her
, it said to him.
Take her now
.

As she arched her back and screamed, liquid heat exploded through her body. Her supple breasts pointed out and long hair fell down on his legs. Her body shook with great but waning power, and she nearly collapsed on top of him.

Never had anything felt so primitive, so right. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts as he grasped her hips, pulling back to meet each one. He knew then that he should have pulled out, but he did not want to. He pumped harder, faster, gritting his teeth as he let out a loud masculine moan. Into her body, he felt himself rush like a hot wave of white foam on the beach above him. Suddenly he thought of their walk along the Alki and could hear the waves crashing against the earth.