Authors: Tracey B. Bradley
Sexual Solstice (20 page)
In the afternoon they bobbed in the warm gentle swells of the Caribbean, while the hotel patrons snoozed under umbrellas. Spokes held Gillian tight, and she put her arms around his solid shoulders as he gently shoved his cock inside of her. There, with their toes on the sandy bottom and the water splashing around their shoulders, he’d fuck her slowly for what seemed like, and very probably was, hours, while his hands played with her nipples and the sensitive underside of her breasts, and they gazed into each other’s eyes.
At night, after a bottle of bubbly on their private terrace, after watching the sunset and before going to dinner, Gillian took a shower and Spokes would watch, naked, with a growing presence, until he had to join her, from behind, cup her breast in one hand and place his other hand on her belly. He teased her with his cock, touching her bottom, venturing into the crack, sliding between her legs where she would touch the head of his cock, making her skin tingle. Spokes would go to his knees and kiss her behind, lick the water from the backs of her knees and trail up the backs of her thighs, where he would nuzzle his face between her soft cheeks and let his tongue touch the softer skin. Gillian would reach skyward, feel like the goddess that she was. Feel the physical awakening that belonged to her. And soon he’d be inside of her again, as if he could read her mind that they both had to make up for all of those lost years.
And at dinner, she’d look into his eyes and smile at the adventure, smile at the things she had learned about men, some men, and how they loved to use their mouths to worship women. How some of them sucked others, how some liked to be prodded and handled, all to put on the most sensuous show for her benefit, to drive her wild, to please her and because they were drunk on desire for her. She looked into Spokes’s eyes and wondered if this man would like to be tied up––to her––for a while. They both knew what they loved, they both knew each other’s worlds. They had both spent so much silent time in each other’s presence.
The End
Table of Contents
Chapter One - Once upon a Chauffeur
Chapter Two - Romping at the Savoy
Chapter Three - Falling for Cliff
Chapter Four - Flying High in the Cockpit
Chapter Five - Room Service at the Mandarin Oriental
Chapter Six - Ballet Bums and Bulges
Chapter Seven - Handcuffs and Billyclubs
Chapter Eight - Waylaid in Old Westbury