By the Book (6 page)

Pinch. Stroke. Move. Pinch. Stroke. Move.
After several torturous repetitions, he shifted to her other breast. She
watched the tight concentration on his face as he fought his own body for
patience while building her desire as he continued to caress her breasts,
stroking and tweaking in different ways.

Just having her breasts teased was an
incredible turn-on. Her body thrummed in painful excitement and pleasure, her
legs moving in restless agitation as she arched into his touch, her body
demanding more. The movement dislodged her bathing suit bottom, the warm air
blowing against her damp curls as she begged. “Please, Gray,” she moaned.
“Touch me.”

Joey was frantic. Strung so tight she felt
like she would break into a million pieces. She went wild when he touched her
core. Gray’s fingers shaped her, spread her, and caressed her into madness. He
was reading from the book and his voice drove her crazy, she could hear the
hunger for her in the growling tones. She didn’t know if she could take any
more…she wanted his body over her plunging hard and hot.

Gray sucked in a silent breath. Shaved down
to a short rectangle running only the length of her nether lips, the hair on
Joey’s mons highlighted heaven. As she moved and shifted her legs he could see
moisture glisten on the short curls by her clit.

Joey’s succulent body and her sensual
responsiveness hypnotized Gray. He loved the feel of her satin skin under his
fingers. The soft give of her breasts with the tight, beaded, blush colored
nipple thrusting upwards. He couldn’t stop himself from bending over her to
catch her moans with his mouth.

Joey jerked, immediately reaching up to
wrap her arms around his neck, as she tried to pull him closer. Their mouths
met. Merged. He drew back and used his tongue to trace her lips and then spear
inside. In. Out. A motion as old as time. Her mouth was warm, sweet. Her
response to his kisses an immediate joy. As he ravaged her mouth, he tugged
again at her nipple and she gasped, and then threw her head back.

He was unable to resist the line of her
neck as he trailed his mouth first down her chin, then laved his tongue down
her throat, nipping and sucking on her skin. She tasted so tropical sweet. The
lotion’s light coconut flavor only added to the experience. He loved coconut.
He moved in a slow deliberate path down her chest to take the nipple he wasn’t
using his fingers on into his mouth He moved his hand to plump up her breast as
he suckled the tip and pulled on it with his teeth, releasing it to blow warm
air over the top.

Joey hissed, “Oh, God, Gray!” She struggled
with him, tried to pull him back down to her, the sharp tug on his hair
demanding.

He mouthed the words into her skin, “I
promised you, baby. No sex until you demand it. I have every intention of
finishing this massage for you. Then it is your turn. You’ll learn my body as I
am exploring yours. When you’re ready, well…you’ll decide when, baby. And when
you do, I promise it will be so good.”

It was hard, but Gray drew back a little
from her body’s warm temptation. He kept one hand busy on her breast as he
flipped the pages of the book and added more lotion to his hands. Summoning all
his willpower, he concentrated on the next steps so he wouldn’t just simply
slide down her body and thrust his shaft deep inside her heat.

Running his hands over her slick flesh to
her knees, he gently parted her thighs and settled between them. At his first
touch between her legs, Joey gasped and started to mewl. She thrashed her head
from side to side as she pressed her slippery heat urgently against his seeking
hand.

Gray had to grit his teeth and take a deep
breath to continue. She was so wet. Slick with passion and need. Ready for him.
In a daze he read the instructions aloud.

“Start a chain of motions on both the outer
and inner labia lips, thumb on one side, index finger on the other side. Very
gently squeeze and slide off the rim.”

Sweating with forced concentration, Gray
knew the only way he would get to keep his promise to Joey would be if he
focused on perfecting the steps. He would treat this as a test. A manual. He
could do this.

Joey started pleading with him to touch her
harder, faster. Gray closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Damn, the scent of
her arousal almost undid him. Shaking his head to clear his senses, he focused
in desperate determination on the next technique.

“Using long, slow strokes around the head
of the clitoris… God, Joey, you feel so good, so hot and satin soft. I can’t
wait to taste you here, sweetheart.”

His words seem to drive her higher. He
could feel the moisture seep from her cunt and coat his fingers. She moved into
him, arching her back and pressing her hips into his hands…digging her heels
into the blanket. Offering her sweet pussy to him.

Gray growled low in his throat. Forced his
gaze away from her swollen cunt and back to the book.
Circle in Time
Taking a deep breath, he intently followed directions. The book gave explicit
guidance on how to do a vaginal massage by placing his left hand, palm flat, on
Joey’s abdomen at the twelve o’clock position. Sliding his thumb along her
clit, he slowly delved into her tight heat until he pressed against the
underside of her pubic bone. “Oh, baby…you are so tight, so swollen with need
for me.”

Bucking her hips, Joey screamed through her
first orgasm.

Gray lost it. Screw the damn book! He
flattened his body between her legs and positioned her knees over his
shoulders. With fierce hunger, he buried his face in her hot slit. He licked
and suckled her sensitive folds. Drew her into his mouth, reveling in her spicy
musk and plunged his tongue into her cunt.

Joey cried out and sobbed. And came again.
Hard. He wasn’t even close to being finished with her.

Much later, Gray lay beside her, his cock
throbbing in agony. He had brought her to screaming orgasm once more. The last
time he’d played with her. Using his mouth and fingers to bring her close to
peak and then letting her settle. Only to start again. By the time he let her
come, she had been wild and sobbing. Begging him to fuck her. But he wanted her
to make the decision to take him into her body without his sensual blackmail.
He’d promised her no sex and he’d already crossed the line.

He willed his straining shaft to be patient
as he pulled Joey into his arms. He stroked her hair lightly and murmured. His
whispered words soft against her ear as he enjoyed feeling her body tremble in
aftershock. Finally she relaxed and snuggled into him. Sated.

When at long last she stirred, Gray propped
his upper body up and ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from
her face. Joey lay naked beside him. He took his time looking at her. She was
one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. In the soft light from the
lanai and the flickering glow of the candles he could now concentrate on
memorizing her supple curves, the deep rose color of her nipples and the trim
strip of darker hair between her legs. He kept his hands off her while she came
back to herself.

Joey opened her eyes and looked at him for
a minute. Gray waited for her.

“Thank you.”

Gray cocked an eyebrow. “You are definitely
welcome, but there is no reason to thank me. I loved every minute of it.”

She smiled. He was so gorgeous, and such an
incredible lover. “I am thanking you because you just proved beyond a shadow of
a doubt, that I’m not frigid. My ex said…”

“Shh…” he said, bending over to brush his
lips against her. “Remember the book said not to think anything of the past or
future. You are with me now and nothing but the two of us matters. But just for
the record…you are
not
frigid, Joey.”

If possible, her smile grew bigger. “You’re
right and now it’s my turn to get my hands on you. Umm, why don’t you lie down
and relax while I read for a bit.” Joey got up, ignoring her discarded bikini
as she tied the long sarong loosely around her sensitive breasts, and then she
picked up the book and started into the house. She needed just a moment alone,
away from the piercing heat of his eyes while she figured out what she was
supposed to do next. She knew one thing—they were definitely going to have sex.

At the door she stopped and turned back to
Gray. “Lose the shorts, Gray. We both know they’ll only get in the way.” When
she had time tomorrow, she would relive this first experience with Gray and
read over the pages he marked; right now she was anxious for her turn and eager
to get her hands on him.

Chapter Seven

Joey stared in unseen bemusement at the
massage directions in the male genitals section of her book. Instead she
thought about what she’d just discovered. After fifteen years of marriage and
being told for most of it a variation of
you are unresponsive and cold and
selfish
, she realized she truly wasn’t. A virgin on her wedding night and a
faithful spouse to her husband, she’d had no way of knowing her ex hadn’t cared
enough—or known enough himself—to teach her about finding pleasure in her own
body or his.

With a vivid imagination, her writing
served as her sexual outlet, but she hadn’t lived those erotic experiences. Her
last several months of marriage-hell took that sensual outlet and twisted it
inside her. She became afraid to think about sex or to write about it or do
it…not because of morality or any of her own fears, but because her of her
ex-husband’s attempts to convince her she wasn’t any good at making love and
didn’t know anything about pleasing someone else. She’d wasted a year after her
divorce second-guessing herself and repressing her sexuality. Hell—she’d wasted
a lifetime. But Gray waited for her. Willing to volunteer for her edification
and enjoyment. She had a manual of things to try, several of them in fact…and
she was a quick learner.

Taking a quick glance over her
instructions, she flagged the pages she would need to refer to and headed back
outside. The little flutters in her body morphed into sharp anticipation when
she saw Gray lying naked on his stomach in the soft moonlight with his bathing
suit laying at the edge of the sheet. The added glow of dim candlelight seemed
to paint him with moving shadows, but one thing remained crystal clear in the
low light—the man had one
fine
ass.

There were no tan lines on his body.
Whether due to his heritage or because he sunbathed in the nude she had no
idea. It wasn’t important other than the thought of him lying naked in the sun
was a tantalizing visual. The overall effect of light mocha flesh over taut,
muscular buttocks worked to speed her pulse and cause her breath to come out in
ragged pants. The entire powerful package of the man as he lay in wait…for her
hands to mold and sculpt every inch of him, made her impatient to proceed.

Well!
Good
thing there wasn’t enough light he could see her drool. He would, however, hear
her panting if she didn’t get her body under some semblance of control.

Gray finally managed to calm his raging
erection…until he felt Joey settle beside him and touch him for the first time
with those warm, satiny hands. The body part he’d just managed to subdue sprang
back to full life. He groaned in silent torment and prepared to withstand the
pleasure-torture of her hands on his body. He wanted those sweet hands in one
place…and it wasn’t on his backside.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the
feel of her. He hissed when he felt her lie against his back. The full
skin-to-skin contact made him realize she’d undressed before she started his
massage. The thought of her kneeling naked over him to run her pretty little
nipples over his back forced him to clench his hands in suppressed desire. The
need to fill those hands with her grew with each sensual stroke. He wanted to
turn over and grab her, ravage her. He didn’t know if he could summon enough
control for this slow, erotic torment.

Enthralled with the feel and texture of
Gray’s skin, Joey lingered over every inch of him…kneading, stroking and
enjoying the ability to touch him, as she wanted. His flesh was so warm and
supple. She especially enjoyed squeezing the cheeks of his butt.

She remembered reading in the book how
other parts of her body could be used in the massage. She wanted to use her
tongue, and her breasts. For a brief second she wondered if Gray would enjoy it
as much as she knew she would. Well, this experience was about trying new
things.

Keeping the back of one hand on his
shoulder, she poured lotion into her upturned palm. Setting the lotion down,
she switched hands and spread the lotion onto her own chest without rubbing it
in. Then moving over him, she straddled his butt, pausing to enjoy the feel of
his flesh pressed against her core. Smoothing the slippery skin of her breasts
over his back she reveled in his moaned response.

He did enjoy it! And she was in heaven. The
hot feel of his back pushing against her nipples made her clench in
anticipation of what would come next. After several moments she shook herself,
bringing her mind and body back to the present. She shifted off and to the
side. In a low voice she asked Gray to roll over.

He didn’t answer her for a minute. When he
did, his voice was tight. Strained. “Are you sure about this, Joey? I won’t be
able to hide my body’s response to you. Maybe it would be better to stop here
for the evening,” he murmured. His voice muffled in the cradle of his arms. He
was asking her if she understood how far this would go if he turned over.

Joey sucked in a breath and smoothed her
hand once more over his ass. She gave him a tight squeeze, not able to resist
the urge to mold his buns with an appreciative grip; she nodded her head and
realized immediately he couldn’t see her. “I’m sure, Gray,” Joey said as she
withdrew, slipping her hand back down to her side.

“I’ll do everything in my power to let you
control this, Joey. I am just not sure how much more I can take. If you want me
to stop, say it. I’m a big boy and I can deal with a little frustration. We
stop when you want to.” She could hear the steely resolve in his voice. He
would only take this as far as she wanted.

Intent on not missing a thing, Joey watched
Gray as he turned over. First she managed to keep her gaze on his beautiful
eyes, noting the flare of heat when he turned and saw her sitting naked and
cross-legged next to him. She slowly pulled her gaze away from his eyes to
inspect the rest of his body. Oh, my! His broad chest glistened with a light
coating of sweat. The dark disks of his nipples drew her gaze and she reached
out her hand and settled it on his chest. She ran her thumb over one hard nub
and he threw his head back and moaned. “Ahhh.”

She glanced lower. Just below his belly
button a light sprinkling of hair led to his groin. His penis rose, thick and
straining from a nest of black curls. It stiffened further and danced under her
visual examination. She watched, fascinated, as a drop of moisture oozed from
the tight purple head. The largest, most incredible cock she’d ever seen. It
certainly put Two-Minute-Mike to shame.

“Joey.” Gray growled low in his throat,
sounding impatient. “Please, Joey, touch me. Touch my cock. Forget the legs and
feet. God, I can’t wait any longer.”

She glanced up and became ensnared in
Gray’s intense and passionate gaze. Yeah, she could skip everything and go
directly to the pulsating part of him that fascinated her. But she wouldn’t
abandon her manual. She wasn’t sure how she should touch him… Mike had never
been happy with her attempts. She consciously pulled herself away from those
thoughts.
They were not the present. Not now.
She nodded and pushed
against his chest with the hand that still played with his nipple. She forced
his back down to the blanket and used her other hand to turn the book to the
page she wanted. She poured more lotion into her palms.

The directions and pictures were explicit
and simple. One of the suggestions recommended she lay her hand with her
fingers lightly resting on his balls with her palm cupping the underside of his
penis. Then, alternating her hands, she spread the lotion with a pulling
motion. Dragging up from the pelvic floor and sliding over his balls and shaft.
She could do this. His entire body twitched and contracted when she placed her
hands around him. She watched in fascination, as his cock grew longer and
harder with each stroke.

She noticed his hands were clenched. A
quick glance at his face showed her he was also gritting his teeth. He held his
head off the blanket, his eyes locked on her hands.

“You’re killing me, Joey,” he gasped.

She smiled in awe as he moved into her
touch. The book called the next exercise the Squeezer. With one of her hands
wrapped around his pulsing shaft, she cupped her other hand over the slick
throbbing crown of his penis. The cupped hand had the fingers pressing all
around the circumference and she slowly twisted while her other hand pumped him
up and down

Gray’s hips thrust up and down with her
teasing ministrations. He moaned as if in pain, but she could see he was just
overcome with sensation. He dropped his head and thrashed back and forth on the
sheet. While she pleasured him, the sight of his arousal and his enjoyment of
her handwork made her body flush with anticipation. She needed to feel the
blunt press of his arousal as it pushed past her slick entrance. She wanted her
inner muscles to burn with the attempt to make room for him, to welcome him. As
much as the sight of his shaft moving in her hands moved her, she didn’t want
him to come this first time outside her body.

Releasing her hold on Gray, she quickly
straddled his hips before he could protest the loss of her hands. She reached
between them to position him at the entrance to her body. She stopped.

Gray met her eyes and his hands went to her
hips. Fingers firmly digging into her ass, he kept her from taking him any
further. “Condoms. In my bathing suit pocket,” he bit out between clenched
teeth.

Joey nodded and raised her body back to sit
on his legs with his erection waving proud and urgent in front of her. Gray
moved to grab his suit and fumble for one of the little foil packets, tearing
it open with his teeth. In one smooth move he covered himself and she began to
ease herself up and over…

“Wait sweetheart, give me a minute or this
will be over too soon,” he said as he sat up and settled her on his lap.

She sat on him with knees bent, a leg on
either side of his hips. The lips of her cunt were spread open and snug against
his shaft and she shuddered at the feel of him, hot and hard against her pussy.
She rocked her hips up and down and slid along his length. Gray groaned madly
and lifted his hand up to cup her face, turning her so he could plunder her
mouth.

Damn, the man could kiss
. He kissed as if he delighted in the feel of her lips on his. He
stroked her with his tongue, nipping at her lip with his teeth. His hand moved
in a slow sensual slide down her body to cup her breast. He seemed to test her
weight, strumming his fingers across her nipple and then plucking it in time to
the thrust of his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She moaned in heated
response and again slid her body along his smooth shaft.

Gray moved his hands down her ribs and held
one hip as he slipped his other hand between their bodies. She knew he would be
drenched with her body’s wet eagerness. She went beyond being ready for him,
shooting straight to frantic-with-need at his seeking touch. He slipped one
finger inside her tight heat and flicked the small bud knotted in sharp
arousal. She surged in wild demand against him. “Gray, I can’t wait any longer.
I need you inside me.
Now!
”

Her passionate command spurred him to
action. In one swift motion, he scooped her off his lap and turned her beneath
him.

“Spread your legs for me, Joey. I’m at the
end of my control.”

She spread her legs wide, bending at the
knees and gasping for breath as their flesh met. Burned. Flexing his hips, he slid
his cock into her tight folds and with a single smooth thrust, Gray entered
her. And buried himself balls-deep.

Filled to overflowing, Joey moaned. The
moan turned into a high keening sound as her orgasm radiated through her and
sent wave after wave of hot flames to her toes. She didn’t have time to revel
in sensations, as it didn’t feel as if Gray was close to finishing. Rising over
her, he pulled out so the tip of his cock barely breached her entrance, and
then slammed back in.

“I’m sorry, Joey, I can’t be gentle this
time. I can’t,” Gray gasped.

She moved her hips up to press into him,
her hands going to his waist to draw him closer. She was beyond the ability to
speak…but she could reassure him with her body.

Gray sensed Joey’s building need, felt her
inner muscles clench and release in grasping desire, as he plowed his cock into
her moist heat. Over and over again. Wild and out of control, he drew back and
shoved forward, pounding into her warm, velvet center. He shuddered at the
exquisite sensation of being buried in her tight sheath. For the moment, her
pussy became the center of his world. She milked him, the rhythmic compression
making him insane. He felt the trembling start as her body shook with the
second orgasm and her muscles constricted around him. He slowed, wanting to
ride this out and start all over again. Sweat poured from his forehead.

He watched as Joey came back to her body.
Watched as her eyes finally opened. Every nerve ending in his body pushed him
to start again. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes. He wanted…needed more.
She met his gaze. “Gray?”

“More,” he stated. “Look at me while I take
you this time, Joey. Feel me inside you. I want to fuck you all night.”

Gray moved again. A little slower paced
this time but with intensified power and force he dug his cock deep. His balls
slapped against her, punctuating each thrust. He wanted her to feel each slam
against her clit, wanted to make a point of her feeling him move against her
and how good they were together. Lowering his mouth to hers, he drank her
frantic cries of building passion, and was reassured that Joey felt as
overwhelmed as he did.

She wrenched her mouth from his and begged,
“StopohgodIcan’t.” He moved his mouth to her breast, and pulled her nipple into
his mouth. He suckled her as he increased the pressure against her clit by
digging in and moving his hips in small circles. Gasping for air she moaned and
her pleas changed. “Don’tstopdon’tstoppleasssse.”