The Job Offer (13 page)

"You're starting to turn
pink," he told her when she smiled at seeing him.  He sat down on the
lounger next to her and watched her look over her arms and shoulders.

"Hmm, I suppose that I have been
out here enough," she said sleepily.  She reached up with her right arm to
shield her eyes from the sunlight and bent her right leg in a pose that made
her breast push forward and gave him a better view of the inside of her upper
thigh and her mound covered in clinging blue fabric.  He knew her move was done
innocently, but she looked too much like an old poster his friend had in his
bedroom as a teenager that he felt himself turn hard as blood rushed to his
groin.  He leaned forward uncomfortably and rested his elbows on his knees to
hide his arousal.  "What time is it?"

"It's about five-thirty."  His
voice came out normal, but his body was acting like a horny teenager's, and he
focused on bringing his response to her body under his control.  Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Chelsea walk out onto the patio and take a lounger on
the opposite side of the pool next to some other guests.  The sight of the
other woman cooled his ardor.  "You need to get ready for dinner.  You're
dining with us, and I invited your parents to join us so that you'll have some
time with them."

"Thank you, Ben.  I do want to
spend some time with them before I head back east.  Will you hand me my shirt?  You're
sitting on it."  He looked down to see her shirt half under his leg.  Handing
it to her, he watched her put the white tee shirt on over her wet suit, the
fabric soon getting wet and clinging to her breasts.  His ardor returned in
force.  He stood up and waited for her to stand before he leaned down and
kissed her again.

"Come with me, Anne."  He took
her hand and led her to the balcony fire escape.  "You'll have to shower
and change in my room.  Chelsea is in the pool and would notice you going to
your parents’ house."

"I suppose I can call my mother and
have her gather together a few things for me," Anne replied reasonably as
she walked before him up the narrow staircase.  Then she waited for him to
unlock the balcony door so that she could precede him into the sitting room.  He
locked the door again once they were both inside, and no longer able to control
himself, he pulled her into his arms until she was held tight against him.  He
could feel the front of his shirt become wet where her bikini top pressed and
felt her breasts flattened against his hard chest.  She moaned at the feel of
his arousal pressed against her stomach and wrapped her arms around his neck.  "I'll
call her later."

Ben looked down at Anne with his eyes
dark with desire.  She pulled his head back down to continue the kiss, blowing
his mind when her tongue entered his mouth and took control.  His senses began
reeling.  If she kept up with this much longer, he would not be able to stop.  He
needed to be sure that this was what she wanted, so he pulled his mouth away
and looked down at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ben.  I want you."

He took possession of her mouth once
again and soon lost his ability to do anything but feel the woman in his arms
and taste her sweet mouth.  As he lips moved over hers and he stroked her
tongue with his, his hands skimmed down her back and over the wet bikini
bottoms.  She was wearing a string bikini today and he moved his hands to her
hips and pulled at the strings that held the bottom together.  She moaned when
she felt the wet bikini bottom drop to the floor.  Then he moved his hands back
over her naked cheeks and lifted her against his arousal.  She broke the kiss
and pulled in a ragged breath.  Taking advantage of his freed lips, he moved
his mouth to her neck and lifted her so that she wrapped her legs around his
waist.  She rubbed herself against his arousal, and he moaned at the motion.

Holding her open against him, he carried
her into his bedroom and sat down on the bed so that she straddled him.  Then
he pulled her tee shirt off with her help.  Once she just had her bikini top
on, he pulled the lower ties while she untied the straps at her neck.  She
pulled the top away revealing her full breasts to his hungry gaze, and his
mouth watered in anticipation.  Her nipples were already puckered waiting for
his kiss.  He ran his hands up her back and held her while his mouth found a
breast.  Her loud moan of pleasure spiked his desire, and he took it into his
mouth and sucked on her nipple, the feel of it hard against his tongue.  She
began to mew in pleasure and push herself against his arousal.  But as nice as
this was, this was not how he wanted to pleasure her to her first orgasm.

"Ben," she panted his name begging
for him to give her release.

He pulled his mouth from her breast and
reached up and put his lips on her neck where her pulse beat wildly.  Then he
gently rolled her over until she was on her back with the textured bedcover
under her and his full weight on her, his arousal pushed against her opening.  He
moved his mouth to hers and plunged his tongue inside.  She sucked on his
tongue nearly driving him to his own climax at the pleasure.  Then he released
her mouth and looked down at her as he propped himself on his elbows.

They were both panting hard, and her
eyes were glazed in desire.  He could take her in a wild joining, now, but he
wanted to stretch out their lovemaking and pleasure her again.  He wanted to savor
her and taste her desire for him.  He wanted her to climax in his arms like she
did the night before then climax again harder while he was deep inside of her.  This
was their first time, and he wanted it to be perfect for both of them.

He dipped his head down and kissed her
tenderly then he slowly stood up watching her, looking at her body spread out
before him wantonly.  Her hands were up by her head pushing her breasts up for
him to take back in his mouth.  Her legs were spread wide and he could see her
opening through her dark, rosy folds.  She glistened with wetness, ready for
him.

Not able to resist, he reached his hand
out and stroked his fingers through the moisture slipping his finger into her
warm opening and feeling the silk of her womanhood.  She gasped then moaned,
her eyes closed as she enjoyed his touch.  He moved his finger around inside of
her then slid it up to her nub, rubbing it gently.  Then he removed his hand entirely
and began to unbutton his shirt, not taking his eyes from hers once she opened
her own to watch him through half closed eyelids.

He tossed his wet shirt on the floor and
slipped his loafers off of his feet.  Then his hands moved to his belt, undoing
it while Anne watched his every movement hungrily.  His erection pushed painfully
at the front of his pants demanding release.  Once he had his zipper down, he
pulled his pants and jockey shorts off in one movement.  When he was as naked
as Anne, he stepped between her legs and pulled her toward him, covers and all,
so that her legs were laying half off of the edge of the bed.  Then he leaned
over her.

He put his hands on each side of her
torso and put his mouth on her breast, licking the hard nub of her nipple until
she let out the breath she held and gasped for a new one.  Her hands moved up
his arms to his shoulders and into his hair.  He took her into his mouth and
suckled her until she began to cry out his name in pleasure.  Then he went to
her other breast and repeated the suckling until she was begging him to take
her.  He smiled because she responded so beautifully to his touch.

Slowly he kissed his way down her belly
to her navel where he dipped his tongue inside causing her muscles to quiver.  He
felt her body become tense as he pulled his tongue back and kissed his way
through her curls.  Then he knelt before her and pulled her down further on the
bed until her bottom was at the edge of the mattress.  He put one hand under
her to lift her and force her legs open as wide as they would go.  He could smell
the musky scent of her arousal.  She was so wet now that she was sleek with her
moisture.  With his other hand, he held her down and lowered his head to her
opening to feast on her offering.

She bucked and mewed softly when she
felt his tongue move over her lapping up her moisture.  Her folds were swollen,
begging for a kiss, and he complied.  His tongue dipped inside of her opening
then slid up to her nub, and she began to moan his name and pant with the
movement.  He slid his tongue back down again into her and heard her breath catch
in her chest.  She was tense, wanting him to drive her to her climax.

He moved his tongue back to her nub and
sucked on it while he moved his hand from her belly so that he could stroke
into her with his fingers. She cried out again and pushed into him wanting
more.  Then he pleasured her until she exploded in a climax that stretched on
while he continued to stoke her sensitive flesh.  Finally, her limbs became
relaxed in the aftermath of her release.  He moved back up to kiss her
thrusting his tongue in her mouth until she was grabbing for him again.  Then
he stood up and looked at her face, so beautiful with eyes dark with desire,
and her lips swollen from his kiss.

He left her side for a moment to
retrieve a condom from the box on the table.  He hated to wear the things, they
blocked some sensation, but they prevented pregnancies and disease so they were
a necessity.  Briefly, he wondered what Anne would feel like without the condom
in the way.  For the first time ever, he considered not using one and enjoying
her skin on skin.  He dismissed the thought and opened the foil packet before smoothing
the condom over his erection.  She had moved back further on the bed until her
head rested on a pillow and she was under the covers.  Climbing into bed next
to her, he reached over and kissed her softly until she turned and gathered him
close.  Her fingers slide through his chest hair and found his nipple with one
hand, and he moaned at the pressure when she rolled it between her fingers.  He
needed to be inside of her.

Rolling her onto her back, he tested her
readiness for him by finding her opening with his finger.  She was wet, and he
played with her nub and opening until she began to buck from the torture and
grab his arms trying to pull him onto her.  He could not wait any longer.  He moved
himself quickly between her legs and thrust powerfully inside of her until she
had taken him in as far as he could go.  She wrapped her legs around him to
hold him, and he began to slide in and out until she cried out.  He could feel
another of her orgasms coming and he pushed deeper inside of her with faster
thrusts.  Then she climaxed around him, her muscles gripping him in spasms that
triggered his own release.  He jerked with each pump, her body drawing every
drop of his seed from him.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her and
she wrapped him in her arms holding him tenderly to her body.  He rested his
head against her neck and waited for the brief feeling of dissatisfaction he
would get after being with someone, like something was missing.  It never came.
 All he felt was an all consuming peace.  Her hands stroked lightly over his
back, and he lifted his head and looked down at her.  She had a soft smile on
her face that pulled at his heart.  He kissed her tenderly then rolled onto his
back, removed the used condom, and pulled her warm body next to his.

"What do you say about ordering
room service," he said when he was able to speak again a few minutes
later.  Her body shook against his as she laughed, and he smiled at the feel of
her breasts moving against his chest as she laughed.  He looked into her blue
eyes, bright with laughter.

"If I thought we could get away
with that, I would say 'yes', but, unfortunately, I don't think out families will
excuse us."  They laid in silence for several minutes, and he rubbed her
back lazily.  She brushed her hand across his chest then kissed his shoulder
before settling back down against him.

"Will you spend the night with me,
Anne?  I'm not finished with you, yet.  Not by a long shot."

"Yes, Ben."  She kissed his
mouth.  "I'll stay with you."

"That's good, because I want you
again.  I want you now."

"Now?"

"Now."  He pulled her hand
down to his groin until she wrapped her fingers around his hardening erection.  Anne
squeezed her hand over him then brushed her thumb over the head smearing the
drop of liquid that seeped out at her touch.  As she slid her fingers over him,
he closed his eyes and drank in the sensation.  She applied just the right
amount of pressure while she teased him until he became so thick that her
fingers could no longer circle him.

Not being able to withstand more of her
ministrations, he rolled her over quickly, spread her legs wide, and pushed
himself into her again.  The feel of her was better than before.  She was warm,
wet, and he moved in her smoothly.  His nerve ending were more alive, and he
relished the sensations of her sheathing him inside of her silky channel while
he felt her breasts move against his chest as he moved.  He rode her harder
lost in the feel of her body until she exploded another time around him.  Then
with a final thrust he came inside of her while her core held him tight, her
inner muscles milking him.

It was not until much later, after
waking from a light nap, that he realized his mistake.  Anne dozed next to him,
snuggled against his side.  Her soft breath blew across his chest, and her hand
rested on his stomach.  He ran a hand through the dry curly hair at her head.  He
forgot to grab a new condom before making love with Anne a second time, and,
oddly, he did not feel panic.