Cajun Vacation (7 page)

“Coming,” he said.

He took the fish off the fire, straightened his shirt and headed for the door. The bell rang again as he reached for the handle. Air rushed past him and out his lungs as he saw her, and the pressure building against his pants grew.

Erica’s hands fidgeted as she watched him drinking in the sight of her. The evening dress went down to her ankles with a long slit down the side. It went up so high that he swore he could see the lower edge of her lace panties. The upper part hugged her body and revealed all her curves. Some parts of her body he’d explored already, but he knew there was so much more of her that he’d yet to experience. Her breasts filled the limited fabric holding them, and the neckline plunged low enough that her intent for the evening couldn’t be misunderstood.

Words jumbled in his head as he looked at her, before he finally came to his senses and invited her in.

“Absolutely amazing,” he said and he enjoyed seeing her flush red at his praise.

“It’s just something I picked up,” she said.

He loved his reporter from New York. She embraced her raw sexuality and still held embarrassment about it. It was another piece of a puzzle named Erica.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the table. “Dinner is almost ready,” he said, pulling the chair out for her. Her red cheeks deepened in color and he knew, that she obviously didn’t get treated this way often. He didn’t know how men in New York treated their women, but they were fools to treat Erica with anything less than their best efforts. Once she settled into her chair, he pulled out a lighter, lit the candles, and then turned down the room lights to create a more intimate glow.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said.

He headed for the stereo and started some music before heading back into the kitchen. It’s wasn’t a full course meal. There hadn’t been enough time to prepare something like that, but he hoped that she would consider what he had made light, yet filling. He returned the fish to a low flame while he uncorked some wine. A nice red that he’d been saving for a special occasion. He had expected to drink it on some major event, but somehow this evening seemed perfect to open a good bottle.

The soft music he’d put on cut through the silence, and added just the right feeling as he came back out with the wine bottle resting in a tub of ice. “I hope you like it,” he said, and then proceeded to pour a glass for both of them. His hand brushed across hers as he handed her the glass and little sparks jumped between them.

Erica’s bright eyes burned hotter after their light touch of hands and he found it increasing difficult to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He scolded himself for his lack of control. He offered Erica a well-deserved night of romantic attention. That had been his plan before moving into more physical activities. But the fact that he couldn’t keep his body under control and stop it from reacting with the same eager anticipation he’d had as a teenager about to have his first pussy bothered him. At the same time, it reminded him once again, about the powerful effect this woman had on him.

She raised her glass to him. “Cheers,” she said. “And to a wonderful dinner together.” Then she clinked her glass against his and they both took a sip.

The wine slipped past his lips and tongue, and images of him lapping at her pussy flooded him.

She tasted amazing when he’d run his tongue across her sex in the bayou, but he hadn’t been able to get a full sampling of her then because of the unfortunate need at the time to keep her clothes clean. He’d have to correct that tonight.

“Ummm,” she said and her tongue ran across her lips.

He wanted to suck her lip right then, when he realized that he hadn’t even kissed her yet since she arrived.

Chapter 7

Erica took another sip of wine, letting the fruity, pungent flavor run across her tongue and down her throat. She looked up at Justin, expecting him to be drinking some more as well. His eyes bored into her with the intensity of his desire. Instead of moving in her seat uncomfortably, she felt the vee between her thighs getting wet. I’m getting turned on while he’s watching me drink wine, she thought. Her nipples were hardening, the fabric sending sensations down the rest of her body, and arousing her further.

She had worn a dress that screamed ‘fuck me’. Did she expect Justin to react without any desire? She had picked this dress from the store because she knew it’d turn him on, and that’s what she was doing. At the hotel, men watched her slack-jawed while she strode through the lobby to her car. Other women consistently attracted such attention, but she never had, and she didn’t really know how to handle it. Getting into her car and driving off made her feel better. Once she was safely away and unexposed to others, she relaxed, and then made her way to Justin’s.

She almost bolted back to her car and drove off when she had rung Justin’s doorbell the first time. The dress felt sexy, slutty; and the idea that it was sluttier attracted her more than she cared to admit.

Justin had gotten himself into her. She couldn’t explain it, but he was there. Just under her skin and going deeper. Was her subconscious guiding her to be less inhibited so when she got back to New York she’d be prepared for kinky sex with Gary? Or was she really falling for Justin?

She couldn’t tell either way. Her only certainty was that she wanted Justin to do whatever he pleased. She’d take anything he gave her.

Justin drank the last of his glass in a large gulp and then dropped to one knees. She felt her eyes expand to three times their normal size.

OMG, is he really going to ask me to marry him?
she thought.

He didn’t. A second later his fingers weaved their way through her hair and he pulled her into a deep kiss. The flavor from the wine tasted strong on his lips as her tongue swept into his mouth and she let out a moan. She felt him falling backward, and her body slipped off the chair to land on top of him as his back hit the soft carpet of his dining room floor.

He placed both of his hands on her head as they continued their kissing. She felt his manhood pulsing under his jeans, restless. Her body slipped off his onto his right and she placed a hand over his zipper. He tried breaking the kiss for a moment.

“I invited you here for dinner,” he said.

“Dinner and this,” she said. She gave his cock a quick squeeze through his jeans before kissing him again. Her fingers pulled his zipper down and fumbled with his belt. Once open, she reached her hand down into his pants, and pulled his cock free. Her hand stroked up and down his shaft until he was completely hard. Then she pulled her body upright to really get the first good look at him since they’d met this morning. Every time they’d had sex today, he’d been in control and she was either bent over or lying on her back. Her body laid in a perfect position for him to know her intimately, but poor for her. Now she was over him and his manhood was as magnificent as she expected.

From the way he stretched her, she knew his girth was impressive, but he matched it with equally well in length. Justin exceeded any man that she had been with before. She had accepted Gary’s far less impressive measurements because she thought he loved her. The idea that Gary thought he could be a multi-woman lover with his stats amused her. Gary was a child compared to this man in her hands.

She leaned down and lapped up the first drop of pre-cum shining on his cock. A shiver went down her spine at the taste and she knew she had to have him cum in her mouth. He tried to push himself up onto his elbows.

She gently placed her other hand on his chest. “This is all about you right now,” she said, and he relented. A low growl coming from him as he rested back onto the floor.

She looked back at his cock and hoped that she would be able to make good on her implicit promise. Was he too big for her? Sex had been no problem. But this was different. She cleared her mind of any doubts and leaned into him. No amount of debate would answer her question. She just had to do it.

Her mouth wrapped around the base of his head as she slowly guided him deeper. She pushed her head farther down on his shaft, her mouth naturally expanding to match his size. A low rumble moved through his body as she moved her head up and down. Slowly she became more confident in her ability to take more of him. She pushed down until the tip of his cock rested against the back of her throat and then pulled back up again, her tongue licking against the underside of his shaft.

The rumble in his body grew stronger. She ran a hand under his shirt and placed it on his chest. The heat from his body radiated through her arm and into her. Her own excitement at doing this increased. She increased the tempo of her sucking to match the growing explosion building inside him.

“Erica,” he grunted in a low, deep voice that delighted her. She pushed her head farther down on him, each drop taking just the slightest bit more of his cock into her throat. His hips began to buck off the floor. She met every thrust as he started trying to drive his cock further into her. For a moment she thought that he’d choke her, but her mouth and throat relaxed more and she took everything he gave her as she continued her suction on his shaft.

She felt it first in her fingertips resting on his chest, then the tremors moved throughout his entire body. Everything stood still in the instant before he let out a roar, and then he exploded into her. Wave after wave of his seed shot down her throat. He pressed her head into him and she took as much of his cum as she could until his climax subsided.

When he was done, she lifted her head up and looked down at his body. Aftershocks of what she had just brought forth, from deep inside him, left him speechless. He raised his hand and stroked her hair back behind her ears. Then his fingers brushed across her chin to clean up some cum that had dripped from her mouth and she licked them clean.

“Utterly amazing,” he said, his voice spent but still in the same deep tone that always left her breathless.

She laid her head on his chest and his arms circled around her, holding her in a tight embrace that made her want to cry from its warmth.

She loved him. The revelation shocked her more because she knew deep down it was true. No logical explanation of what had occurred throughout the day made any sense, but her feelings were so strong that she knew it was true. When they were together, pleasing each other, things felt natural and right. If it had just been her body, coming apart under Justin’s touch, then maybe what they experienced together was only the wild side of her coming out. But Justin reacted with as much abandon as she had. His body craved her touch, and somehow she knew that with another woman, he wouldn’t have responded so powerfully.

She ran her hand down his side with regret. One night wouldn’t be enough, but she had to live with what she could have. In the morning, they’d say their goodbyes and never see each other again. A long-distance relationship wouldn’t work. However much their physical chemistry together exploded her senses, it couldn’t be sustained across a thousand miles. Besides, it was only physical for him. Pleasure didn’t equal love, and she had placed her heart at risk for mixing the two when he wanted only the pleasure.

But there was no turning back. She came to his home, and she’d leave in the morning. If she left early enough, then maybe he wouldn’t be awake to see her. She could get dressed quickly and be gone before he noticed. Then there wouldn’t be a heart-wrenching goodbye. A quick escape out the front door. The she could get back to the vacation with her sisters.

She lifted her head up and sniffed. A burnt odor irritated her nose.

Justin’s eyes went wide and he sat up. “I think I burnt the fish,” he said.

She laughed. “It’s my fault,” she said. “I distracted you.”

He fastened his belt back together. “Don’t ever hesitate to distract me like that again,” he said, standing up. He held his hand out to help her up. A warm feeling flew through her arm when she took his hand. “The bathroom is around the corner to the right. I’ll get the food while you clean up.”

Chapter 8

Erica’s body curled against his in the bed. His arms wrapped around her and he felt the rise and fall of her chest. He always woke early, but the sensual woman next to him made him sleep in an hour later than normal. The fresh scent of her hair filled him and he wondered how he could ever say goodbye to her when she woke up. He didn’t want her to leave.

She rustled under his arms and he knew she was waking. He didn’t move. One hand lay over her and on her belly. Her breathing deepened slowly as she became more aware of her surroundings. Slowly she tried to lift his hand off her and wiggle out of his arms.

“You’re not trying to leave, are you?” he asked.

Her body tensed under his hands, then relaxed.

“No, of course not,” she said, and he frowned at the lie. “I wanted to get more comfortable.”

His fantasies were foolish. She wanted to leave and he was holding her back. For what? Some sort of relationship that was never going to happen. With her trying to escape so early in the morning, maybe he should just let he go, and lessen whatever pain he had coming?

“I know you have to get going,” he said.

He felt the tension build in her muscles again. Her voice cracked. “You’re right. I’m sure you have a busy day. I should let you get to it.” She started wiggling out of his arms again.

He held onto her and spun her so they were face to face. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he said.

Erica had her roll in the sheets with him. Now it was time for him to let her have a graceful exit. But he wasn’t that willing to give up, and if there was even the slightest chance he could have more time with her, then he intended to take it. “I meant that I know you have to get going. But, I would really like it, if I could see some more of you today. I have to attend a charity event this afternoon. It’s usually a lot of fun, and I’d love it if you came with me as my guest. Then maybe we could have an early dinner somewhere in the city.”

He saw the conflict in her eyes. She was struggling with an answer.