A Taste of Pleasure Page 2

  Pleasure without pressure.

  The Catherinism circled through her mind as she smiled and picked up her glass of wine, sipping a small amount, enough to wet her dry mouth. She smiled and said with her voice quivering. “Let’s see, no promises . . . only time will tell.” She looked at the menu. Her eyes blurred with passion as she searched for something delicious to eat. Not finding it on the menu, she knew what she needed to fill this ravenous appetite. “Would you like to come over to my house and have dinner?” She flashed her white teeth as she looped her finger around his and slowly stroked it up and down. He winked at her, knowing what she wanted, which matched his desire perfectly. He watched her squirm in her seat and he welcomed the challenge to fill her delights and satisfy his bulging desire.

  They left the steakhouse in separate cars. Looking back in the rearview mirror, her heart sang as she knew she would soon be in his arms again. The gates seemed to move more slowly than usual. She was anxious. Once she was finally parked inside the garage, Deacon pulled alongside her and swiftly came around to open her car door and extend his hand.

  The intensity between them had her breathless. As she was fumbling for her house key he pressed against her. He moved his hips back and forth. She could feel the warmth of his body and his anxiety while playfully kissing the back of her neck. His breath drove her crazy while he nibbled at her ear. She finally unlocked the door to the château and he swept her up in his arms, kissing her. His lips, soft and warm, never left hers as he carried her up the steps into the family room on the main floor. He laid her on the bamboo love seat, kissing her and tantalizing her sensually, with his full lips and his magical fingers. He peeled away her clothing, piece by piece, replacing each garment with a tender kiss. “Oh, London,” he whispered as his mouth found her passion zone and his ravenous tongue teased her. His mouth followed his fingers as he reached up and released the clip from her hair and stroked the silky strands as they cascaded over her shoulders. He fondled her breasts and teased her nipples until they stood proud against his eager tongue. His stubbly beard rubbing on her tender skin brought a sensation she’d never felt before. She wanted more of that later, but right now she wanted to please him.

  He undressed and stood in front of her. She admired his handsome, sculpted body. He had developed into a Greek statue since she had last seen him, and now he was standing before her again, waiting. She stood to embrace him. His cologne was intoxicating and she was hungry for a taste of him again. She traced his neck and body with her hungry tongue plus little nibbles and kisses. She stopped at his nipples, gently tugging at them with her teeth and circling them on her way down to her favorite spot. His desire pulsed, her head spun, and her mouth watered as he sat down and she knelt before him in front of the love seat. She grasped his erection and teased his swollen head for a moment with her tongue before gradually sliding it in and out of her mouth. He is delicious, she thought. He smiled wickedly at her as he grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head so she could take all of him in.

  She felt him throbbing and wanted him to feel her wetness and show him how much she desired him, but right now she wanted him to come in her mouth, and her main thought was to gratify him as he had thrilled her several years before. He pulled her closer to him, his muscles tensing, moaning as his hardness went deeper and deeper into her throat, faster and harder, until she felt his warmth explode within her mouth. He moaned and she collapsed as he pulled her against him. He shuddered with her head on his chest, his arms tightly around her. She loved being with him and enjoyed the pleasure of satisfying him. She took a deep breath, her passions playing second to his. She knew her time was coming and that in itself was well worth waiting for.

  “How ’bout some snacks?” She got up, slipped on a terry cloth robe, and handed one to him. She then went to the wet bar and got out some grapes, cheese, crackers, and a bottle of wine. He got up and uncorked the bottle for her as she retrieved the glasses. They sat on the bamboo stools, drinking wine and eating brie cheese and crackers.

  London loved the château she had inherited from her grandmother. There were large rooms with lots of windows overlooking fields of trees, and a stream that complemented the large brick estate. Her off-white wainscoting walls, cranberry and cream-colored tile floors that bled into the adjoining front room with the cream-colored carpet, burgundy love seats, large manteled cream fireplace, and a combination of Louis XV French furniture plus contemporary pieces complemented the room nicely. The curved staircase opposite the foyer separated the front room from her favorite place, the dining room with its Louis XV heavy crystal chandelier hung over the French walnut table, surrounded by sixteen chairs.

  She smiled as she looked around, sipping on her cool glass of wine. Deacon fed her grapes, cheese, and crackers and kissed her after each bite. He was so romantic and attentive to her, and she felt a big moment getting close. He pulled her toward him and kissed her. She could taste the wine on his lips as his tongue swept over her lips and tugged at her tongue, and the sensation almost caused her to fall off the stool. He grinned as he steadied her, then he reached for her dainty hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom.

  He turned down the cream satin comforter and scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he placed her in the middle of the bed. He opened her robe while he slid his weight on top of her. His body was so hot and smooth, it felt wonderful on her. She gasped in anticipation of what would come next. Her stomach muscles clenched with longing, and the agonizing wait was almost over. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, his hardness lying between them. She tried to wiggle her body so his sex would drop down and rest between her legs, but he pushed down firmly on her tummy, flashing a devilish grin. He enjoyed watching her squirm as he reached down to tease and fondle her wetness with his talented hands.

  He toyed with her sex, tenderly at first, and then more firmly and quickly as she felt her pulse begin to race. He stopped and moved down to the end of the bed, pulling her with him as she moaned and pleaded. He separated her legs and eased his face down between them to kiss her thighs. He ran his tongue gradually up and down, first along her right thigh, then brushed by her button. She gasped, wishing he would stay there, and then along her left thigh, while his unshaved face brushed against her skin once more with antagonizing sensations. He worked his way up to her slit, then to her button, her most sensitive part, where his light touch and warm lips were welcomed. He took her into his mouth, drinking her in, tonguing her, nibbling tiny bites and sucking hard. She moaned and her hips began to sway and shift in time with his motions. She was panting, burning to feel him deep inside, but part of her enjoyed this torturous foreplay, as she lived in the realm of fervor. He inserted his tongue deep inside her as she whispered, “Deacon, don’t stop,” begging for more. She wanted him so badly now as his tantalizing prolonged her agony. She was crazy with desire and aching to feel him. She was blazing hot and she knew this would be a good ride. She was ready for him to enter her, but only when he had decided it was the right time for both of them.

  He kissed her tummy, her breast, her neck, all over her body, until she didn’t know where he was, still withholding his hardness from her. Then, with one swift move, he placed her legs on his shoulders and plunged deep inside her wet juicy walls. She screamed his name, clenched him with her muscles, grabbed onto the sheets, and smiled as she closed her eyes, feeling the hardness as he filled her and pushed to the end of her. He rode her wild, her walls so wet as she clung to him. Not wanting to come too fast, he stopped and pulled out of her, watching her eyes open wide with a facial expression of what are you doing?

  “Oh my God! Don’t stop now!” London begged.

  He grinned, holding on to his hardness with his hand. She reached down to touch herself, determined to finish what he had started. He let his hardness go as it searched for her. He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head, and watched her wiggle like a snake toward him, trying to reach him with her legs, her wetness sh
ining like the morning dew. His maleness pointed straight at her mouth. He smiled, knowing she would get it only when he decided to give it to her. She looked at him, her eyes pleading for her passions to be fulfilled. “Deacon, please!”

  He kissed her one last time before he flipped her over and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He stood over her and thrusted into her deep and hard. She closed her eyes as he crashed into her world of desire and passion. He ravished her as she screamed his name. He melted into her as she climaxed, carrying him with her in a wave of passion. Her body fell limp and relaxed as he pushed her up on the satin sheets and gathered her into his arms to hold her. They were both spent and peaceful as her mind drifted away. She smiled and closed her eyes, clinging to him as their bodies intertwined.

  They met several times a month at the château for months; then one day he looked deep into her eyes. “There is something I need to tell you,” Deacon hesitantly whispered as he brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her lightly.

  London could sense the seriousness of his tone and felt her throat tighten.

  “I have been given a wonderful opportunity. I have been made a partner in the law firm where I work. I am required to move to England and will be leaving next week. I was going to tell you when I got here, but when I see you, I forget everything else, and, really, this worked out better.”

  Worked out better? she thought, a tear already forming in her eyes.

  She rubbed it away before looking up at him. She wanted to be okay with this, but she just had a sinking feeling.

  He held her close and continued, “You’re so special, sweetie. Never forget that. We can email and IM each other and visit by webcam. I don’t want to lose you again.”

  “I don’t want to lose you either. This webcam thing sounds like fun,” she said, trying to lighten up her own mood. “I think we could get really creative with that. We will just have to see how it goes. You’re special to me and I cherish these moments.”

  London stayed wrapped in his arms for as long as she could, until he finally had to go. She didn’t get up to walk him to the door. It was all she could do to watch him leave before she buried her face in her pillow. He was gone, it seemed as quickly as he appeared, and her grandmother’s words again appeared in her mind. Real love never leaves. She smiled, feeling he would be back.

  Chapter 2

  A SUNTANNED BEACH SNACK

  Memorial Day weekend plans included going to decorate her parents’ and grandmother’s graves. Then she would celebrate. London was feeling flirtatious and in need of a suntan, so what better place to go than to the beach so she could enjoy people and water. She threw on the racy black string bikini that accentuated her small waist and firm breasts and added a black sheer sarong, covering it all with a patio dress proper for the cemetery. She placed flowers on the grave sites as she reflected on the day she was told about the car accident that took her parents and led to her moving in with Grams. She felt grateful that her great loss was balanced by great blessings in the aftermath. She knew she had been loved, at least by her grandmother, and dedicated herself to embracing a spirit of joy. Alone or not, she was off to frolic on the beach.

  The white sandy beach at Greenwich Point, also known as Tod’s Point Beach, in Old Greenwich, Connecticut, was a popular spot among the young. The half-hour drive in her convertible Beemer felt great, clearing her mind so she was ready for lying out on the beach and slathering on suntan oil and sunscreen—for soaking up some rays. She found a spot that had just enough people around to make it interesting, not too many, though, to disturb her peace. The breeze was soothing, and the sound of the waves surging against the shoreline was invigorating. The afternoon quickly passed as she enjoyed watching a game of beach volleyball. Hunks with chiseled muscle and tanned skin were running everywhere around her, bending over and picking up the ball for another shot. An occasional ball came her way, allowing her to engage with other beach lovers.

  One dark-haired guy in white shorts came so close to her and looked so good that he actually made her sex tingle. I could pull him over and take him right here. She giggled to herself. She lowered her dark shades and drank him in, smiling as he retrieved the ball beside her. He had olive skin, and although his eyes were hidden by sunglasses, she was sure they were the type she loved . . . dark and mysterious, with eyebrows close set to his deep-set eyes, just like Deacon’s. His muscular chest glistened like golden hills in the sunset. She was mesmerized as she watched his toned muscles flexing, filling her imagination with wild desires.

  She put her sunglasses back on as well as her headphones. She pretended to ignore him as “Rude Boy” by Rihanna resonated in her ears. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, but he never even looked her way! She thought this captivating college boy was too young for her, so she disregarded him and picked up her book to read. She tried to focus, but the distraction was simply too much. She couldn’t take her mind off his beautiful body for long. Peeking over her book, she studied his physique once more, tingling again and just wanting to grab, perhaps a part of him.

  Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come to the beach today, she thought in retrospect. After all, a private pool may have offered a more inviting atmosphere. She wasn’t used to having a guy ignore her and it made her feel old and invisible. She decided to leave. She got up, grabbed her chair, towel, and beach bag, slipped on her flip flops and headed for the car. Then a hand from behind touched her shoulder. She felt like she’d been hit by lightning. She turned around, and it was him, her appetizing college boy. He had removed his shades and his eyes were even better than she’d imagined. They were the darkest brown eyes she’d ever seen and she wanted to surrender to them. She coyly looked up at him. “Hello.” Her voice quivered.

  “You dropped your book,” he said, handing it to her with a grin.

  Her cheeks flushed as she tilted her head and meekly replied, “Thank you.” She reached for the book, but he didn’t let it go.

  “And you forgot me too,” he said. He took the chair from her hand and walked her to the car. He opened the door for her and bent down to kiss her so she offered her cheek. “I’d love to see you sometime. My name’s Todd.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, I’m London. What a coincidence, meeting Todd at Tod’s Point Beach.” She was surprised at her own quavering voice. “Sure,” she responded, extending her hand. “When?”

  Her stomach clenched as he captured her in a steamy gaze. “Well, I’m free right now if you’re not busy?”

  “I’m famished,” London said as she regained her composure. “I’m just going home to change and eat dinner if you’d care to join me?”

  “Sure, I’ll follow you. He paused for a second and looked down at himself as if to remember. “I’m all sandy from the beach, though.”

  She smiled. “You can shower at my place.”

  He climbed into a 1953 red Corvette, lowered the white convertible top, and fell in line behind her. London studied him in the rearview, remembering when Deacon had followed her home. Her heart fluttered, but she shook off Deacon’s image and diverted her attention back to Todd. He was gorgeous, the wind whipping through his dark hair. A feeling of insatiability increased between her legs. As they approached the estate, she pushed the button to open the gates.

  Todd followed her through the entrance and down the driveway to the back of the house. She got out of her car and he followed her up the steps to the door as he took in the manicured grounds of the Château d’Amour.

  “Wow, this really is some place! It’s beautiful,” he said.

  “Thanks. I love it here. You’ll find a bathroom downstairs. I’ll wait up here for you. I hope you like grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.” She smiled as she pointed toward the stairway.

  He grinned and followed her directions. She went to the kitchen and organized the food. Moments later, she felt a hand on her back. She jumped, startled, and then smiled as she was assured that the hand belonged to Todd. Her body quivered as sh
e felt his face alongside hers, his breath hot on her neck, and heard him whisper, “Come join me.” His hands traveled down to her butt, lifting it up toward him, causing a wonderful sexual sensation between her legs. She turned toward him and he grabbed her behind her neck, placing his lips hard on hers.

  His hands cupped her face, kissing her deeper and stronger than the first time as she stepped in closer to him. “There’s more room in my upstairs shower.” He went downstairs first to shut off the water, then he ran back and stroked his finger up and down the back of her thighs as they walked up the stairs.

  They entered her bathroom, a chamber of Italian marble, adorned with fine gold-toned fixtures that accented the walk-in shower. Stopping at the shower door, he kissed her shoulders and turned her around, moving to her face and neck, all the while undoing her top. He let it fall to the floor and proceeded to tug the string to release her bikini bottom from her hips. He reached to turn on the water and twenty-four jets shot across the shower stall. He felt the temperature and adjusted it to warm.

  She watched him and grew more aroused as the steam rose and his gaze turned more aggressive. He kissed her as his hands cupped her breasts. He pulled her to him, holding her tight, his lips pressing down on hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue teased hers as they both entered the mist together. He took the perfumed bath oil from the shelf, poured it on the natural sponge, and started to rub her with it. The loofah was rough on her sun-kissed skin, but the sensation awakened her pores and her senses.

  He slowly rubbed her body with the soapy sponge. He held her steady with one hand while washing and caressing her breasts with the other. As the lather foamed, the sensual fragrance fueled her desire. She placed her hands on his chest, moving them in circles and marveling at how firm and smooth he was. He fondled her breasts, as their tongues played tag with each other. She felt her breasts swell at his touch. His fingers slowly trailed down her body as he let his nails touch her skin. She trembled.