Target (An erotic romantic novella) (5 page)

“Whoever owns this place is so lucky,” she said.  “It’s so beautiful, you know I have got to
come out here and do a painting,” she said as they wound down the path through the trees.

“I would like to see one of your paintings,” Rick said.  “I bet they are incredible.”  She felt herself blush
, and then she gasped in shock as the view ahead of her astounded her.

“No, I have changed my mind that is the view I want to paint.  It is breath taking!”  The sea was so blue that it almost merged into the deep blue
ness of the sky. He held out his hand.

“Come on, it’s a little steep down to the beach.”  Eagerly she grasped his hand, and
she let him lead her along a narrow path down the edge of the cliff. On reaching the bottom she let go of his hand, and like an excited child, she kicked off her trainers, and let her toes sink into the soft, warm sand.  It was only a small beach within a tiny cove, and to the right of them was a large cave, the tide was in, and the sea lapped gently on the beach.  She ran to the water’s edge and paddled.

“Come on Rick,” she
called; watching as he pulled out a blanket, laid it down on the sand, and placed the picnic basket on top.  He pulled off his t-shirt and slipped off his trainers.

“Is it warm?” he asked as he drew near her.  She shook her head.

“No it is cold,” she replied, turning to face him.  Her heart nearly stopped dead.  She knew he looked fit but his lean, perfectly tone body turned her speechless, his stomach was tight, and his swim shorts hung on his hips.  The sexual tension between them was obvious it and felt like a charge of electricity bouncing back and forth between them.  She could not do it - she could not do what that man wanted.  She turned away from him and glanced to the sea, even though she had to admit, it was the perfect place.

“You okay?” he asked,
touching her shoulder.  She felt goose bumps shoot over her body, and her heart trembled.  She nodded, and paddled away from him a little.   How could this be happening to her, what had she gotten herself in to?

“Have you ever been in the cave?” she asked
, trying not to think about it.  He looked at it.  He had, when he was younger, but not recently.  He actually had not been down on this beach for about five years.

“No,” he replied,
as he followed her.  Fresh water ran from inside the cave and out into the sea.  She walked upstream, towards the cave.

“Don’t you want something to eat first?” he asked.

“In a little while, come on this looks cool, let’s explore inside,” she urged eagerly.  It got darker, and the water got deeper the further she moved inside.

“So Rick, have you ever been to Caribbean,” she asked unexpectedly. 

“Yeah a few times,” he replied.  She gave a little frown.

“Recently?” she
probed.  He laughed.

“I wished
; does this body look like it has seen any sun recently.  I have not been away for months.  What about you?” he asked.

“No, never,” she replied.  “That
is where my sister’s plane went down,” she added.  Rick pulled her to a gentle stop and lifted a hand to her arm.  Her skin was so soft, and it made his fingertips tingle.

“Sarah, I am sorry about your sister, it must have been awful for you.”  She gazed into his eyes and frowned, not understanding what was going on, something did not feel right at all.

“Yes it is Rick, they never found her body.  She had a fiancé you know, he was devastated, still is as far as I know.”  She quivered, she could not help herself, he was impaling her with his eyes and they were not lying, she was sure, he was genuinely sorry.

As she backed away from him,
she slipped and screamed as she fell into the cold water.

“Sarah!” he yelled
.  Rushing to her aid he helped her back to her feet, she was soaked.  “Are you okay?” he asked, with clear concern in his voice.  She laughed, as she shook her wet t-shirt.

“What an idiot,” she said of herself.  He still held her, his eyes wandering over her.  Her wet t-shirt clung to her breasts, and
it had turned almost invisible, he could see the pinkness of her hardened nipples, and he could hear her breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Rick
’s eyes lifted to hers, he held her gaze, and suddenly he wanted her now, right now in this dark, dank cave.

H
is hand slipped up inside her wet t-shirt and onto her breast.

“
Rick,” she said startled.

“
Please, can I kiss you,” he pleaded, as his fingers toyed with her nipple.

“Rick, stop it,
” she begged. Even though every nerve in her body was on fire, she pushed him away and climbed out of the water onto a flat rocky area.

“I can’t
Sarah,” he said, climbing out he stepped towards her.  She gazed at him, her body trembling as his hand lifted to the back of her head.  His mouth claiming hers he kissed her urgently.  Her body responded to his, her lips soft and yielding, and although common sense told her to push him away and run, she really did not want too.  His hand slipped back inside her wet t-shirt, and he caressed her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple.  Sarah gave a little moan as he released her lips and trailed kisses around her neck. As he inhaled her perfume his hand squeezed her breast harder, he wanted her so much.   Lifting her t-shirt, his mouth moved to her breast, his tongue licking and sucking her hardened nub. She gave another little moan, as her hand held the back of his head, as she bit her lip to stifle her cry. Lifting his head back up, his eyes gazed into hers, and his body shook.

“Sarah, please?” he asked, and she nodded
, unable to say no.  He grabbed the back of her head, and kissed her again, long and desperately.  Sarah ran her fingers across his firm athletic chest, across his nipple and then around his back, feeling every bump, every hard, strong muscle. 

She should
stop, this was all so wrong; she could not fall in love with him, but neither could she stop herself, she wanted him, all of him, she wanted to feel him inside her.

She lifted
her arms, and he pulled her top off.  He grasped her to him, feeling her large, firm, breasts pressing against his chest.  He kissed her passionately, as his hands cupped her bottom and pulled her firmly against his erection.

“
Rick…,” she moaned, as his hands cupped both her breasts, and his tongue worked down between them, sucking and teasing at her nipples.  He undid her shorts and they dropped to the ground, she stepped out of them. He smiled as his fingers traced the edge of her knickers, and he liked the feel of the smooth silkiness. His hand reached inside, and she gasped as his fingers slipped inside her, searching her, stroking her, feeling her.  She was so wet all ready, and his cock went solid in anticipation.  Sarah tugged at his shorts and they dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them and stood naked in front of her. Easing herself out of his fingers, she dropped to her knees and he groaned as her hand moved up and down his length.  He was large, firm, and hard, and she wanted to taste him, her mouth glided up and down his shaft. Rick pulled her hair roughly, and moaned as she sucked him, her hands caressing his balls, and his soft, warm, firm bottom.  Rick swallowed, he was already on the edge, but he did not want to come yet, he pulled her back to her feet.  Their eyes met and held.

“My turn,” he whispered,
as he knelt down in front of her.  His hands grasped her knickers and he slowly pulled them down her legs, she stepped out of them.  He ran his hands up her long, smooth legs; he could feel her body trembling, her breathing fast, and heavy.  Stopping in between her thighs, his fingers slipped back inside her and he eased them in and out.

“Rick,” she moaned, god she felt so turned on
, she had not had sex for so long, she had almost forgotten what it felt like.  He glanced up and smiled at the pleasure on her face.  He pulled her open and his tongue slipped inside, licking her, sliding teasingly between her wet folds, his mouth sucking her, drinking her wetness.

“
Rick,” she groaned again. Arching against his mouth, she pushed his head harder into her pussy, enjoying every stroke, every lick, as her clit throbbed with excitement.  He smiled, as he tasted her, she was so very sweet, and his cock throbbed in urgent need of her.  His mouth moved up and he bit at her flesh, sucking and kissing his way over her stomach.  She groaned with pleasure as he rubbed himself against her and pulled at her nipples.  She wanted him now.  He pushed her up against the wall of the cave, and she gave a little gasp and shivered as the coldness clawed at her back.  As his mouth smothered her nipple, she pulled desperately at his hair.

“
Rick, do it now…” she begged, she could feel herself climaxing, but she wanted to do it with him inside her.

“
Sarah, you are so sexy,” he said, as he brushed his lips against her cheek, and his fingers slid inside her again, pounding in and out, until she screamed.

“
Rick, please,” she begged, as she lifted her leg and wrapped it around him.

“
Sarah I don’t have anything with me,” he said, breathless.

“I
am protected,” she whispered, as she kissed his neck, desperate for him.

“I am clean,” he assured
, he had regular health checks.

“Me too,” she replied
, hell, she had not has sex for years, and she wanted it now, so very much even though it was so very wrong, but that in itself turned her on.  He entered her, and she cried as he pushed hard and rhythmically against her.

“
Rick, Fuck,” she cried, her voice wobbling as she clawed at his back, her body quaking with pleasure.

“
Sarah,” he moaned, as he rammed her hard against the wall.  She cried out as she came, and it left her knees weak.  No vibrator could ever compare to that!

Rick
grasped at her bottom, and held her steady as he climbed.

“Fuck, fuck,” he yelled,
as he shuddered and fell against her as he came.  His mouth brushed around her neck as he inhaled her and then he kissed her long and hard.

“Jesus Sarah,” he said.  R
eleasing her lips, he gazed into her eyes.  “I am so sorry, I could not stop myself,” he apologised.

“
Rick,” she replied, as she licked her lips, and ran a finger down his spine. “I did not want you to,” she said, smiling as he held her close for a while. That was the best sex she had ever had, period, and as soon as they had finished, she wanted it all over again.

S
hivering at the coolness of the cave, Rick suggested they got dressed.

She held her arms across her chest
watching him as he gathered his clothes, she smiled at his butt, so sexy, she thought.  She pulled her t-shirt on, and slipped on her shorts, shoving her wet knickers in the pocket.  He held out his hand, and she took it.  They climbed back down into the stream, followed it back out of the cave, and into the warmth of the sun and over to their picnic.

Taking her towel, she unrolled it and took out her bikini.  She glanced around, there was no one about?  Turning her back to him, she pulled off her
wet t-shirt.  Rick’s eyes lingered on her as she put on the bikini top, he could not believe what he had just done.  He felt his cock harden again as she slipped off her shorts, and her firm, buttocks stared at him.  She put on the bottoms, laid out her wet clothes in the sun to dry and then turned to him.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked,
showing off her bright red bikini.

“Sarah, it would probably be best if you did
not know what I was thinking,” he whispered, he was thinking he wanted to fuck her again, right now on the beach.  She was thinking, he thought, perhaps he had made a mistake.

She knelt down
on the rug, she was falling for him, and she knew it, it was the last thing she wanted.

“It
is okay Rick, I am not expecting a romance,” she said, as she lounged backwards onto the blanket and took in the sun.  “I wanted it, just as much as you.”

“What if I do?” he asked,
as he leant on one hand and gazed down at her.  She sat up.

“You do what?” she asked.

“What if I do want a romance?”  She swallowed, what the hell was going on?

His hand lifted to her face and he kissed her.  Sarah trembled at his touch.

“Rick you do not even know me,” she whispered, as they broke from the kiss.

“So, you do
not know me either, is that not where relationships start?” he asked.  Her eyes darted over his face.  “Sarah, can’t we see what happens?” he asked.  She smiled at him and for a moment, she forgot, for a moment she looked at him differently.

“I would like that Rick,” she
said, and he leaned into her and kissed her.

He opened the picnic basket and pulled out some sandwiches, fruit, crisps, and a bottle of chilled wine.

“Where did you get that?” she asked, as she held the glass out expectantly as he poured.