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Just as I was leaving the bathroom, Rich entered the bedroom.

“Mmmm, you’re still wet … just how I like you,” Rich said, not taking his eyes off my towel-wrapped body. “Come closer so I can lick you dry,” he added lasciviously.

I walked into Rich’s warm embrace, and he started nipping at my earlobes before beginning to lick the droplets of water that had fallen on my neck and shoulders.

“I was waiting for you in the shower,” I said seductively.

“Too bad I missed that, but I’m here now,” he said, as he opened the towel and let it fall to the floor, exposing my nude body for his viewing pleasure.

He continued his assault on my body by licking my cleavage before lapping and nipping on my already alert nipples. I moaned in pleasure which just caused Rich to clamp down a little harder on my taut peeks.

“Why am I the only one naked here?” I said between moans.

“Mmmmm … Probably because you’re the only one who just got out of the shower,” he quipped.

“Being difficult this morning, I see,” I said, as I began unfastening Rich’s belt which I continued to work on as he reached behind himself and pulled off his black, Polo shirt in one swift motion.
Seriously, I think that is the sexiest move any man can make … especially, my man.
Watching me fumble a bit, Rich made quick work of stripping his belt, khaki shorts and boxer briefs.

“Now we’re both naked. Whatever should we do?” he asked, faking cluelessness.

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas,” I offered, as I began to drool over his perfect abs, sexy-V and growing length.

“We’ll get to your ideas, but first I want to show you mine.”

Rich picked me up, cradling me in his arms and carried me to the bed. Gently laying me down, he continued licking and lapping my breasts and moving down to my stomach, paying extra attention to my belly button. I began squirming underneath him as the warmth began radiating from my core.

“Rich, please,” I begged.

He swirled his tongue around my navel a few more times before kneeling at the foot of the bed, parting my sensitive thighs with his roughened hands. Once settled, he began licking each thigh, one at a time. After teasing me a bit longer, he finally brought his mouth to my clit and began sucking the delicate bud. Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more pressure, Rich plunged two fingers into my pulsating center.

I uncoiled beneath him, screaming his name over and over again. I could even see stars as I began to come down from the intense high. Once I gained control of my senses, I looked up to see Rich about to pounce. I scooted back onto the bed, hoping my damp hair was spread out beneath me, as Rich crawled up to kiss my mouth, allowing me to taste my orgasm on his lips.

“Fuck, Brooke! I’ll never tire of the sight of you coming undone. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He said, as he plunged his hard length into my already drenched pussy.

I let out a deep moan at his sudden entrance. He began rocking his hips, filling me deeply with each thrust. I moved with him in complete synchronization. We knew every intimate detail of each other’s bodies. I swear, he could make me unravel by just looking at my vagina.

“Oh my god, yes, I’m going to come again, Rich. Please … touch me,” I pleaded.

Rich knew exactly what he needed to do as he brought his fingers to my clit and began rubbing them in a circular motion, causing friction to build between our bodies.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed as a second orgasm rippled through my body.

Rich pumped into me a few more times as my pussy clenched around his hardened length. He let out a deep moan as he let out his release. He held me tightly for a few minutes as we both came down from our high.

“Who needs fireworks on the beach when we just had our own show here in the bedroom,” Rich joked.

“Whatever, smartass, I’ve told you over and over how much I love watching the Fourth of July fireworks show on the beach. Now let’s get going, or we’re going to get stuck with a crappy view, plus I need a little sun time.”

I caught Rich ogling my curves as I walked down the stairs after changing into my pink and white polka dot bikini. He licked his lips as I tied the matching, pink sarong around my waist.

“See something you like, baby?” I said, using a line from his book.

“Do we have to go to the beach? I’d rather stay here and taste my sweets.”

“Yes, we already promised your family we’d be there. Now put your tongue back in your mouth and let’s go,” I said, pushing him toward the door.

“Fine, but I hope you stretched this morning because I plan on working you out later,” he said as he lightly spanked my backside.

This man always knew what to say to render me completely speechless. At that moment, I really wished we could skip the day at the beach altogether and just head back upstairs.

Rich and I made the two hour trip from Dad’s house to Grand Haven. The beach was crowded with families, tourists and locals enjoying the Fourth of July holiday. Rich unloaded our beach bags, chairs, umbrella and picnic basket as we made our way from the parking lot to the sandy Lake Michigan shoreline. I saw a young girl, with a smaller boy chasing her, running toward us at warp speed.

Rich dropped our belongings, as the two children tackled him to the sandy ground.

“Uncle Rich! We missed you!” They shouted in unison.

“I missed you rugrats, too. Help me up, I want to introduce you to someone.”

Rich let the children pretend like they were lifting him off the ground when in fact his bulging calf muscles were doing all the work.

“Leila … Nate … This is Uncle Rich’s girlfriend, Brooke.”

“Hi Leila, I remember seeing you when you were just a baby. You’ve grown up to be such a pretty young lady! And, Nate, I’ve heard so much about you. You’re such a handsome little guy, aren’t you?”

The two just looked from me to Rich with adoring eyes.

Leila poked Rich’s arm and pulled him down to her level so she could whisper in his ear, “Uncle Rich, I like her. She’s pretty!”

“She is pretty, isn’t she? Truth is, Uncle Rich likes Brooke a lot, too. Now, can you two kiddos show us where your mommy is sitting,” Rich asked the children.

The two began running in the sand toward the water, Rich picked up our stuff and headed in that direction before stopping when we reached his family.

They were all as I remembered, sans the family patriarch.

Rich made the introductions, as we began unloading our beach necessities. The children ran off with their father toward the water, carrying a Frisbee.

I took a minute as Rich caught up with his mom and sister to take in the view. The Great Lakes, including Lake Michigan, had always amazed me – miles upon miles of endless, crystal blue water. Many of my friends who I’d met recently while living in D.C. didn’t believe that you couldn’t see to the other side of the lakes. I’d explain to them that it was like looking out at the Atlantic, but they just didn’t grasp the vast beauty. The Great Lakes had so much history, so many stories and so much mystery. I felt a chill run down my arms just thinking about these lakes that were created nearly ten thousand years ago, at the close of the last Ice Age.

The beach here in Grand Haven was magical, all on its own. The waves made a hypnotic sound as they crashed along the beach’s pier. The two lighthouses were picturesque, standing like sentinels now in the waters of Lake Michigan, and were connected by the pier’s lighted catwalk. I made a note for Rich and I to take a walk over there after darkness fell
. It seemed like a prime spot for a proposal, I thought to myself.

“Do you need help with your sunscreen?” Rich asked, presumably for his own benefit, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Sure, baby, but before you get any wild ideas, don’t forget that your mother and sister are sitting less than five feet from us.”

“Unfortunately, I’m well aware. I’m just looking out for you, Brooke. I don’t want you to be complaining of sunburn for the next week because you were trying to tan.”

I situated my towel in the sand before lying on my stomach. Rich straddled my backside and began massaging my shoulders and sides with the oily lotion.

“Can I help with the front, too?” he asked as I felt his length harden against my backside.

“That’s probably not a good idea, babe. I’m already turned on and I can tell you are right there with me. I have some ‘special’ lotion that I packed, maybe we can try that out later,” I suggested.

I rolled over, with Rich now straddling my hips; His cock teasing my clit through the fabric of my bikini and the fabric of his board shorts. I groaned as he came down and parted my lips with his tongue. We became consumed with each other’s lips for several seconds before the sound of his mother clearing her throat brought us both back to reality.

“Sorry, Mom,” Rich said as my face reddened.

“I’m so embarrassed. Please forgive my behavior, Mrs. Davis. It certainly won’t happen again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Brooke dear. When my Michael and I began dating we had our fair share of trysts right here on this very beach,” she informed me with a wink. “And, please call me Brenda.”

“Gross, Mom. We really didn’t need to know that,” Rich and Jennifer said in unison.

“Don’t be ridiculous, kids. You are both grown adults. I figured you would both know about the birds and the bees and where babies come from by now. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was the one to have that talk with each of you,” she said, rolling her eyes and pointing at her children.

“Maybe so, Mom, but we like to think that you and Dad were exempt from that little story. I like to think that we were both immaculately conceived, right little brother,” Jennifer suggested.

“OK, I think I am done with this conversation,” Rich gagged. “I think I’ll go play Frisbee with Connor and the kids. You ladies can finish your dirty talk in private. Hey, Brooke, why don’t you tell them about that fifty shades of whatever that dude’s name is that you were reading the other night.”

“It’s
Fifty Shades of Grey
, baby, and I doubt your mom and sister want to hear about my ‘smut addiction,’ as you like to call it.”

I was wrong, after Rich ran off in the direction of the shore in search of his brother-in-law and kids, his mom and sister were all over me wanting to learn more about the infamous “Christian Grey,” they both had heard so much about from their girlfriends. After sharing some of the details of the book, I promised I would mail them my copy once I returned home from our vacation.

After about an hour of sunbathing, I heard the laughter of little ones and the husky voices of Rich and Connor returning from their game of Frisbee. I was beginning to feel hunger pangs and was relieved when I saw Brenda pull a package of hot dogs and hamburger patties from their cooler. Connor grabbed the dogs and burgers from his mother-in-law and walked to the grill that was located in the park just south of the sandy beach area.

Rich helped his mother unpack the buns, condiments and chips while Jennifer opened the plates, napkins and utensils. I unfolded a few blankets and placed the extra coolers on the corners to hold them in place. Several minutes later, Connor returned with the grilled meat and we all sat down to eat.

Brenda shared stories of her children and grandchildren and I laughed uncontrollably at her stories of Rich as a rambunctious toddler and troublesome teenager.

“Rich Davis caused trouble?” I asked. “You were such a perfect college student that I just assumed you were always a brownnoser.”

“Ha! Yes, I was quite the handful for a few years, but Ma here put the fear of God in me after I came home one afternoon with my tattoo. She was so pissed. Dad couldn’t care less, he had a few tattoos from his days in ‘Nam, but Mom yelled and cried for hours. I guess that night I was scared straight, you could say.”

“Always full of surprises, aren’t you, babe. I didn’t know that my boyfriend was such a hard ass.”

He chuckled, “Yep, that’s me. Rich Davis – hard ass extraordinaire.”

“Honestly, I’m glad you were a bit of rebel. As you know, I happen to love that tattoo of yours,” I whispered in Rich’s ear.

“I may not have liked that atrocious thing at the time, but I think you’ve turned it into a beautiful tribute to your father,” Brenda said as she blotted the few tears that had rolled down her cheeks. “He may not have said it a lot, but he was proud of you Rich – all of his children, Connor included, and grandchildren. He loved his family very much, and he would be so very happy that you’re here with us now, too, Brooke. He was just smitten with you when we all met at Rich’s graduation all those years ago. He talked about that ‘beautiful, green-eyed brunette’ for weeks,” she added with a warm smile.