The Erotic Expeditions - Complete Collection (9 page)

“I don’t know how either,” he finally said.

It wasn’t the resounding ‘welcome back’ that she’d hoped for, and he still stood in the doorway, but it also hadn’t been a ‘no.’

She took a tentative step toward him.

“Maybe we can figure it out together,” she tried.

He looked into her eyes, searching.

“I can’t imagine being without you,” she said and took another step.
 

They were only a few feet from one another.

He took his hand from the door and for a moment she thought he would embrace her. But instead, his hands went to his sides and he seemed torn. Still he searched her face. He was looking for something, waiting. And she finally understood why.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

The words were like a key that unlocked him.

Suddenly, she was in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and buried her face in his chest as relief flooded over her. And as her breath came in shudders, she realized she was crying.

Eventually, Austin drew back a little and she felt his hand on the side of her face. She looked up but couldn’t see him through the blur of tears. His thumb lightly wiped away the drops on her cheek. Then, slowly, he bent down to her.

As his lips touched hers, she found that hers were quivering. He gently pressed into them and she closed her eyes. Sight and sound melted away and all that was left were those lips–silky and warm. He softly kissed her upper lip, then her lower, moving slowly. She became aware of him leaning into her and, as she let his strong arms support her, she bent with him, curving back.

He held her easily, one hand on her upper back and one on her lower as he bent even further. As her head slowly fell back, he tugged once more on her lips and let his mouth drift down her chin, her jaw, and finally to her throat.

Suspended below him, her weight was completely in his hands now. His lips moved over her throat with the same steadiness they had on her mouth. His moist tongue stroked her skin and he kissed lightly as he moved lower, until the neckline of her sweater stopped him.

She luxuriated in the feel of his lips, remembered the look of their ripe fullness. His warm breath moved against her skin and he kissed the hollow between her collarbones. They might have stayed like that for minutes–or maybe hours–she didn’t know, but now he was lifting her head up. She felt his forearm between her shoulder blades and a hand behind her head.
 

Her sense of up and down was gone and her head started to swim. But then his lips finally found her mouth. He covered it and kissed her deeply, holding her close, as the room started to turn. Again time slipped away as he kissed her without stopping. Only as he began to pull away did she realize her arms had fallen, dangling below her.
 

As slowly as he had lowered her, he raised her back up. She felt the soles of her feet take more weight but he didn’t let her go. Though her arms went around his neck, he was still supporting her around the waist. She leaned against his chest.

They stood like that for some time as she tried to clear her head with deep breaths.

“Can you stand?” he whispered.

She nodded against him and finally opened her eyes. As she pushed away, she swayed. He caught her but, in a few more moments, she was able to stand by herself.

“All right?” he asked, looking into her face.

“I think so,” she said nodding.

“Good,” he said, as he grabbed his keys from the workbench and came back to her. “Because we need to go.”

• • • • •

“Damn,” Karlin muttered.

He stared through the kitchen window at the partially open door of the shed.

His boy was having his way with that woman.
 

He could hardly believe what he was seeing. At first, they only seemed to be talking but then she’d appeared in the doorway. Then his son had proceeded to nearly climb on top of her.

He smirked.
 

A chip off the old block.

He crossed his arms over his chest and enjoyed the show.

As he watched, though, he felt a warming between his legs.

That woman was the finest thing he’d seen in a long time, maybe
ever
. And there she was, hot and ready, not ten yards away. He needed to get him some of
that
. There was only one problem though. He stared at his son’s back and his jaw clenched.

Suddenly, they were through. They were leaving.

He stepped to the side of the window so they couldn’t see him.

The boy locked the door, as always, and then, with their arms around each other’s waists, they walked away.

Karlin’s eyes followed her ass until they disappeared from view.

He stroked his crotch as a plan began to formulate.

• • • • •

Austin followed Emily into her room. The brisk walk seemed as though it had helped to clear her head and, as they got closer to the B&B, their pace had quickened. As she locked the door and turned to him, he was already breathing hard. He watched her move to the bed and take off her parka. Without taking his eyes off her, he started to do the same.

But when she pulled the sweater off over her head, he could only gape.

She was wearing a lacy pink bra.

As she undid the button of her jeans, he couldn’t help but stare. The bra didn’t completely cover her breasts. It only came up about halfway. The soft pink flesh mounded, shaking with her movements–and there was cleavage. He felt himself harden.
 

She realized he wasn’t moving. The zipper of her jeans stopped on its way down but he could already see she was wearing matching panties.

“Austin?” she said quietly.

He looked up at her and realized his mouth was open. He closed it with a snap.

She smiled at him.

“Is everything okay?”

He could only nod.
 

Her smile grew wider. As she began to peel off the jeans, she wriggled her hips and kept an eye on his face. He watched her intently, as though he didn’t know what lay underneath when he obviously did. She kicked off her shoes and bent forward. Austin found himself looking directly down her cleavage as she pulled her jeans off. She paused there and looked up at him. He stood stock still, waiting. As she stood upright, she slid her hands along her legs, over her hips, and to the panties. She delicately grasped them and started to tug downward.

“No,” he said and held out a hand.

Startled, she looked at him.

“I’ve never seen you in underwear,” he whispered hoarsely.

In fact, he’d hadn’t really seen her in much, other than her own skin. He looked at her and realized also that her hair drifted lightly over her shoulders. Its gentle contours framed her face in a way that it hadn’t in the igloo. Of course, he thought. She’d been drenched.

She stepped over her shoes and pants, coming slowly toward him, putting one bare foot lightly in front of the other. Her hips swiveled as the pink panties swayed left and right. In moments, she was standing directly in front of him. She just stood there, looking up at him, waiting. Then, slowly, she placed her hands behind her back.
 

He didn’t hesitate. With his hands on her waist, he brought her close and bent his mouth down to her breasts. His tongue immediately plunged into the soft crevasse. She inhaled sharply and her diaphragm flexed, pulling her flat stomach inward.

His lips tried to encompass mouthfuls of her. He sucked and worked his tongue as though she were melting. The flesh gave way so easily it didn’t seem real. He felt her hands running through his hair and when his tongue was stopped by the bra, he realized suddenly that he needed her nipples. It was desire. It was hunger. It was neither or it was both. He reached behind her to find the clasp of her bra but felt her hands tugging at his parka.

He was still dressed.

• • • • •

Emily quickly removed the parka and, as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, she gently covered them with her hands.

“Let me,” she said quietly.

She realized his chest was rising and falling at a faster pace with every button that she undid. His pectorals would sometimes flex and tug the fabric but as the last button came undone, he quickly took the shirt off. Underneath, he was wearing a tight, white tank top. She quickly grabbed it near the bottom and pulled it from his pants. As he raised his arms up, she brought the cloth high enough to clear his chest and then his face but then she stopped.

Several things happened at once.

The sight of his naked torso was incredible–sculpted and yet as smooth as her own skin. His curved pectorals elongated and lifted high. His abs were flat, pulled back from the front of his pants. But the black bruise stood out as an ugly reminder of how she’d nearly lost him. The memory of it flooded back as the tank top bunched in her hands. Her other hand gripped the front of his belt and she pushed.

“What–”

With his arms tangled above his head, she walked him backward until his shoulders and buttocks met the wall. She left one hand gripping the fabric and the other on his belt as she quickly lowered her face to his chest. Every goose bump on his flesh stood out but it was the protruding nipple that she wanted. She took it between her lips.

His soft but prolonged cry let her know he hadn’t suspected this–his own sensitivity. As she sucked, she saw his abs bunch in reflex and a high-pitched whine escaped from him as well.
 

He was
very
sensitive.
 

Her tongue pressed down on the hardening nipple and she heard his head hit the wall. His arms seemed to be fighting against her but she knew that couldn’t be true. Had he wanted, he could have ripped the fabric in two. Instead, he was struggling to hold still.

She tightened her grip on the tank top and shoved it higher. Then she switched to the other nipple. He pushed the small of his back hard against the wall. Short gasping cries accompanied each movement of her mouth and it only spurred her on. His abdomen rippled in multiple waves and his breathing became uneven. His rib cage rose and fell and her lips felt the resistance of his hard pecs. The nipple stayed in her mouth though and, finally, she couldn’t help herself. She gently squeezed the small nubbin between her teeth.

He cried out as his hips shot forward, thrusting into midair. Her lips lost their connection and then she lost her balance. He flung the tank top to the floor with one arm and circled her waist with his other. Suddenly both his arms were around her hips and he lifted. She gazed down into his upturned face. It was euphoric, almost dazed.

“Emily” he whispered hoarsely, as he took her to the bed.

He carefully laid her down and quickly undid his belt. As she took off her bra, he dragged his pants and underwear off. She lay back and wriggled out of her panties and he climbed onto the bed. Like a sinuous mountain lion, he crawled toward her as his arousal swelled beneath him. Now he loomed over her.

• • • • •

Austin had not forgotten about her nipples,
especially
not now. He lowered himself onto his elbows, his legs on top of hers, his chest on top of her navel. Emily’s fingers went immediately into his hair as he lowered his head to the left one and picked up where he’d left off.
 

As his lips gnawed at the tender flesh of her upper breast, he quickly worked his way down. He could swear she had a taste. Maybe because of the color of her skin, he thought he tasted cream. He sucked furiously at her hard nipple, holding it in his mouth. Though she didn’t make a sound, he felt her hips press into his abdomen, enjoying the sensation of her pushing into him. With his lips curled over his front teeth, he clamped down softly on the entire nipple as his tongue danced left and right across the tip.

A guttural ‘oh’ emerged from her throat. He felt her fingers kneading his hair but his head didn’t move, only his tongue. Now she tried to squirm but he was too heavy. His tongue switched direction and danced up and down. He felt the urges of her hips again and still he didn’t move.

“Please–,” she whispered.

He abruptly switched to the other breast.

“Oh god,” she murmured.

Again, he started above the nipple and worked his way down. It
did
taste like cream–delicate and sweet. As his lips gnawed just above the nipple, he realized she was holding her breath in anticipation. So he waited. He worked his jaw to bring more of her flesh into his mouth. He nibbled as though he were sampling her. Finally, though, when he thought she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, he softly clamped the nipple.

She moaned.

Again his tongue flicked left and right, brushing the firm tip, sometimes moving it from side to side. Her hands went to his shoulders, then his back. Again she tried to squirm and, as though she remembered she couldn’t, he felt her hips curve up and then down, up and then down. His tongue switched direction but he didn’t think of stopping. Instead, he found he had only one thought.

Say my name, Emily. Say my name like I say yours.

Her moan went higher as her fingers went back to his hair. Although he felt a gentle tug, he didn’t move his head. His tongue went back to moving left and right.

“Oh god,” she said, her voice a dry whine.

Her hips tried to buck but he was simply too heavy.

“Oh god,” she said again.

Suddenly her hands left his hair and she grabbed the sheets on both sides of her.

Her voice came out impossibly high.

“Please!” she whimpered.

He couldn’t stand the cry in her voice. With a sucking sound, he quickly let her go and raised himself up. She immediately threw her legs wide and arched her back. The mattress below them squeaked. He waited for her back to fall and her hips to rise and, when they did, he slid inside her with one long, smooth thrust. The timing had been perfect. She moaned loudly.

But then, she arched her back so high that the bottom of her rib cage stood out. Her hands gripped his arms. As she flexed, her head came close to the edge of the mattress and still her back continued to arch. She stopped moaning.