Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology (24 page)

"Well, I don't think I have seen you since you
were about five years old. We're very sorry to hear about old
Henry, decent fellow if there ever was one. Now tell me, why you
are slumming around with old Blake?" he teases.

"We are neighbors," I giggle as Blake hands me
a cool iced lemonade.

"Thank you." I quickly drain half of the
beverage in one gulp, so thirsty from the heat and activity. Blake
kisses my cheek and holds his hand to the small of my back while we
are at Charlie's, joking and eating crab legs with my grandpa's old
friends.

We head back to the lake after seven in the
evening, and I cannot remember a better time ever had than spending
the day at Charlie's.

"Thank you," I say as we head down the private
drive.

"Today was perfect. It was really special
hearing all of the stories about my grandpa."

"I had a good time, too," Blake smiles at
me.

"We need to wash off the ocean water before
dinner. Grab your bag and meet me inside."

Thank God, demanding Blake is back.

"That will not be such a hardship," I smile at
him.

He chops peppers as I enter the cool house,
bag in tow. He sprinkles seasoning over vegetables and sets them to
the side as he takes my hand, leading back to his opulent
bathroom.

Instead of turning on the shower, he leans
down and fills the tub with water, air jets causing the liquid to
bubble. Goose bumps sprout out over my arms as he runs his hands
down my torso and pulls my shirt free from my body, my shorts soon
to follow. He helps me into the whirlpool and then follows me
equally naked.

Grabbing a sponge and soap he quickly works up
a sudsy lather, cleansing my feet and legs. My body relaxes, and my
arms and legs take on the consistency of gelatin.

"I love your skin," he says, running the
sponge around my legs in small circles.

"Thank you." I believe I could get easily get
used to this.

"Why did you build here? I mean, you could
probably have a place anywhere you want."

"I have good memories of this lake," he
replies.

"One night I watched a water nymph on that
deck out there touch herself in the moonlight. Ever since then, I
have been captivated by this lake," he teases me.

I kick out splashing his chest with water.
Laughing, he grabs my ankle, pulling me onto his lap.

"I love this lake, as a matter of fact. My
father and I would spend our spring times fishing from his cabin
across the water. Every autumn we camped before it got too cold
outside, and your grandpa was always around, too. He did disappear
during the summer though, I assume, to spend time with you. Maybe
he was just protecting you from me. All that work seems to be in
vain as I have you now."

Sucking my lower lip in between his, he
nibbles before letting it go.

"Thank you, again, for giving my grandpa money
when he needed it. I would not have been able to go to school
without it," I admit.

"You are welcome. I wanted to keep this place
private. Your grandpa might have sold the land to developers, and
they would have invaded this place with hotels or something. I am
very possessive, Ash," he says, narrowing his eyes.

"I am that way with everything that is
mine."

"I am glad you left the cabin," I sigh,
leaning my forehead against his neck. He wraps his arms around my
back and kneads my shoulders.

"It was not mine to leave. That cabin is all
yours. Henry only let me have nineteen acres. He insisted he wanted
you to have that cabin, and so you have," he whispers, pulling my
ear into his mouth. I love how he can't seem to keep his hands off
me. I am dangerously close to following this man around like a lost
puppy.

"Besides, I would never get rid of that deck
in a million years."

We bathe together, cleaning each other
intimately. My body tingles with each touch of his hand, and my
pussy clenches each time I run my fingers along his strong muscles.
He dries off and tosses on comfortable clothes, leading me outside
onto the deck.

The night air is warm, but not oppressive
since we have spent the day relaxing inside air-conditioned rooms.
He grills chicken and peppers and I prepare a salad while we flirt
and joke. I soon discover how easy it is to be around my sexy
neighbor. We eat alfresco, his chicken and peppers amazing as I
clean every morsel from my plate. We retire to the deck furniture
after cleaning up dishes and enjoy a glass of wine.

To my amazement, Blake tells me he designed
his house. He is an architect, and his main office is in San Diego,
not too far from the hospital where I work. Instead of commuting an
hour from the lake house, he mainly lives in an apartment not too
far from his office.

Learning that he has spent the last week on
vacation here, I decide I am the luckiest girl in the world having
picked the same time to come to the lake. We talk easily, leaning
against one another listening to the crickets sing their nighttime
song and the fish jumping in the water. Struggling to stay awake,
my head bobs back and forth as I begin to dose off.

"Come," he says after a while, taking my wine
glass and placing it on the table beside the outdoor sofa. He leads
me up the stairs to the third floor, and I discover the entire
upstairs area is a huge open bedroom. A massive bed commands the
far wall of the room.

He leads me to the bed and pulls my clothes
off. Pulling back the covers, he holds them for me to climb in then
gently tucks them all around me. Surrendering to the feel of the
soft sheets on my skin, I am vaguely aware of Blake's hard body
sliding in bed next to me, pulling me into the warmth of his arms
as I drift away.

Vineyard

"I can definitely get used to this," I murmur
into Blake's chest as I wake up with his arm around me, my legs
draped over his. His knee is nestled right against my sensitive
core, and I grind myself against his skin already on edge this
morning. He kisses the top of my head and extricates himself from
our entwined limbs.

Stretching his arms over his head while
standing beside the bed, he turns back toward me, giving me full
view of his naked, hard cock. Raising his eyebrow, he wraps his
hand over his swollen flesh and asks me, "Can you get used to this?
That is the question, Ash."

"Oh, I am sure I can," I reply, crawling over
the bed toward him.

"Show me," he says, gliding my head toward his
cock.

I lick the smooth skin around the swollen tip
of his shaft and circle my lips around it as I look up into his
eyes for approval.

"Very good, Ash," he says, squeezing the back
of my head as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive skin. Slowly,
he pulls back away from my mouth, pulling me to my feet.

"If you keep that up, I will not be able to
contain myself today, and I have plans beyond ensconcing with you
all day in bed." He rubs his lips against mine, dipping his tongue
inside my mouth, lingering just a moment before pulling away from
me and striding toward the bathroom.

Confounded, I watch him stride out
of the room.
Why is he not taking me the
way he threatened when I first met him? He has to know that I want
him. What is he waiting for?

***

After winding our way through the back roads
of the sunny Viguiera-lined hills of California, Blake steers the
Porsche toward a small, rustic wine vineyard, walking around to my
side of the car, he politely opens the door and escorts me inside a
small, battered stone edifice with vines growing on trellises
framing the house.

He greats the owner by name, "Good morning,
Andre, this is Ashley." The older, portly man with spectacles on
the tip of his nose greets me, warmly shaking my hand with coarse
calloused ones.

"We are looking for a special wine for
tonight, and I would like to show her around the grounds, if the
hills are open to the public today," he asks the
proprietor.

"Blake it is so great to see you again. The
grounds are always open to you. I will have a sample for you after
you return from the vines," his smile reaches his eyes.

"Thank you," Blake tells him, taking my hand
and leading me away from the stonework. The gardens on the vineyard
grounds take my breath away. Trellises lined with climbing ivy
invite us onward where gardenias, roses, and numerous other flowers
bloom in the sunlight.

Holding my hand, Blake brings my finger tip to
his lips numerous times to place light kisses on my skin or to
smell my wrist as we explore. His gestures have me on fire as I
have remained aroused for the last forty-eight hours. Frustrated by
a need for him that increases daily, I stop in the middle of a row
of grapevines and ask him, "Why are you doing this to me,
Blake?"

"Tell me exactly what you mean?" he asks,
crossing his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed by my
question.

"I mean you are torturing me! Each time you
touch me, I practically combust. Are you trying to tease me? Is
that fun for you?" My cheeks redden in embarrassment. He grabs my
shoulders, pulling me to face him.

"I want you so much I stay awake at night
thinking of all the ways I want to take you. Your breath against my
chest when we sleep next to each other is excruciating. My cock is
constantly ready to explode." He smashes my lips with his, forcing
mine apart, kissing me deeply.

"When I take you, I want no mistake it's
because you want me as much as I want you to," he whispers in my
ear, biting my earlobe, he wraps his hand around my neck and pulls
me in, teasing my lips with his. My flesh heats at his touch and
moistens in anticipation.

His hands play along my thighs, over my mound
and to the waist of my shorts before plunging inside. His fingers
eagerly find my folds as my lips tremble against his.

"When you touch me, Blake, I can't think
straight." He plunders my mouth with his tongue as his thick
fingers press into me, stretching my slick muscles. Grinding my
hips against his hand, I find myself reduced to begging.

"Please, I want you to make love to me," I
admit to him, tears stinging my eyes at my acute desire for
him.

"Please, Blake, make love to me? I need you
inside me," I am almost to the brink of coming all over his fingers
as he plunges them inside me, his other hand grabbing my ass,
pushing me against his thrusting fingers.

"I will make your body melt for me, tonight,
Ashley, and when I do, you will be completely mine. You will come
when I say to come, and you will obey my commands and desires
inside the bedroom. Do you understand?" Overcome by his utter
control of my body, I whimper against his lips. In an effort to
resist the strong urges gripping me to come from his skillful
ministrations, I try my best to obey his demands.

"Please, may I come, Sir," I beg, acquiescing
to his demands.

"Yes, my Ash," he instructs me. "Come all over
my hand for me."

Embedding his fingers deeply inside, I scream
out his name, as a hard orgasm ransacks my body. I collapse into
his arms, and he slowly removes his fingers from my body,
supporting my weight easily with his other arm around my
back.

"Thank you, Ash, I loved making you come like
that. I will make you scream much louder tonight," he says, kissing
my temple as my body slowly regains control.

Helping me regain my composure, Blake leads me
to a bench at the end of a row of grapes and places my body across
his lap. He rubs my back until my breathing returns to
normal.

"I don't want to see tears in your eyes again,
Darlin'," he soothes me.

"You have me, okay? I will take much pleasure
making love to you tonight, I promise," he pledges.

Sniffling, a chuckle escapes me at the irony
of his statement. Two days ago his promises to make love to me had
an entirely different effect than his assurances today. Wrapping
both of my arms around his back, I squeeze, wondering how I am
going to survive Blake.

After tasting various wines during the
afternoon and picking out three bottles, Blake and I accept an
invitation from Andre to return for an evening in the vineyard
soon. All the wines we tasted were amazing, and Andre picked out a
cheese for us to try with each different vintage. I thoroughly
loved every moment we spent at the vineyard, but following Blake
toward the car has my stomach knotting in anticipation.

His At Last

Blake takes my hand in his, kissing my fingers
as he leads me into his home.

"I love the beauty of the vineyard," he says,
lavishing each of my fingers, leading me up the stairs toward his
bedroom. Sweet words and gentle kisses mesmerize me as I follow him
into the dark room where we slept.

"I think I will see you naked now, Ash. You
will take off your blouse first," he instructs me.

My fingers readily obey, quickly unbuttoning
my top and tossing it to the floor.