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  “I want you to suck my cock.” He placed his finger on her lips, and she sucked him into her mouth. “Yes. That’s what I want you to do.”

  He grabbed her breasts again and rolled the nipples around between his fingers, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. He let go when he saw she was going to hurt herself, but he was excited she wanted to get down there as fast as she could. She looked up at him, like she didn’t know what to do next.

  “Get my cock out of my pants.”

  She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before reaching in to pull out his throbbing, aching cock. Emmy looked like a fish out of water, and he wanted to help her, but he also wanted her sucking on his cock. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he brought her forward to guide her.

  She licked the underside of his cock lightly and tenderly. Emmy had to be aware that he didn’t do light and soft because she’d just agreed to the stipulations, but that’s what it looked and felt like she was doing.

  He pushed her forehead back just a little so she’d lift her gaze to his face, but it also opened up her mouth a little bit more. Sliding into her mouth, he made sure she could handle all the cock he was feeding her, but he needed more than she was giving with her sweet licks and tastes.

  “Ahh, baby… that’s it. Roll my balls in your hand.” He was glad that she followed directions well and seemed eager to please. She grew bolder in the strength of the pressure she was using on his cock. Pulling her up to her feet, he leaned over and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth while nipping her with his teeth every so often.

  “Yes,” she whispered. When she slid her hand down to her pussy, Matt stopped her.

  “Not yet,” he said to her and watched the arousal grow even more. Damn. She likes instruction, too? This was something he would put in the back of his mind. But for what? This is a one and done, right?

  Matt liked the large mirror that went from the ceiling to the floor, giving them an up-close and personal view of what they were doing. He backed her up to the mirror and moved to place a chair in front of it. She stood there patiently waiting to see what would happen next, and he thanked whatever had brought her to him this day.

  “Bend over and put your hands on the seat.” Looking at her round ass bend over made him happy that he was a SEAL in the United States Navy. He had control, but it was close to breaking. It couldn’t have been because of the length of time since he had an encounter like this because he’d gone for longer periods.

  She did as directed, and he stood there while she watched the mirror, as if waiting for what came next. That was it—the open minded curiosity that floored him. She didn’t say much or do much more than pant and look at him beseechingly, but it worked more than if she were gyrating around the room in a dirty-mouthed tirade about how great his cock was.

  “Is making me crazy with waiting a part of your plan?” Her breathing was labored, and if he’d had to guess, he would say that was from excitement, but he wanted to keep an eye on her because she definitely wasn’t thinking of her “orange soda” safe word right now.

  “It’s not usually.”

  “Then, what are you doing?” She looked confused, and he could see the self-doubt forming like clouds on her face.

  “Spread your legs.” That husky voice filled the room, and he cleared his throat to bring some normalcy into his tone.

  He got to his knees and dove between her legs from the back. Lapping at the lips of her pussy and moving between her folds, he just couldn’t get enough. He turned so his head was against the seat of the chair, and he was facing her. Matt slid his hands up her smooth ass and pulled her closer to him. She squatted a little, so he could get his fill of her. His senses were filled with her smell, her taste, her noise—and he loved it all. Taking both of his hands off her ass and slapping both cheeks at the same time brought to him a fresh wave of her juices to drown in.

  His cock throbbed and reminded him how much he needed to be taken care of, so he stopped the feast he was making of her pussy and stood up behind her. Matt was so thankful that she had listened to his spiel and was now at least partially ready for what she was about to get.

  The ripping of the condom’s wrapper was even stimulating for him, and he donned it quickly. He positioned the head of his cock toward her opening and pushed in—balls deep.

  “Fuck…” The word was torn from his soul, and he slammed into her wet pussy again and again. She was a tight fit but so wet it made the glide nice. She was beginning to get into it, and that was turning him on even more. Bringing her back up to his chest, he enjoyed the pink flush of her skin and her warm ass on his thighs. “Look at us in the mirror.”

  She turned and watched what he was doing to her, and just like he’d hoped, it increased her breathing and he could feel the pounding of her heart.

  “Put your leg up on the seat. Open up, so I can fuck you harder.”

  She did as directed and that movement turned her to face the mirror. He moved one hand lower to diddle her clit, and the other he brought up to her neck—all while he thrust balls deep into her wetness and enjoyed the slurping sound her body made as it accepted him.

  “You are incredibly sexy… aren’t you?” he said into her ear.

  She looked at herself—up and down in the mirror—but didn’t respond.

  He took her hard clit between his thumb and finger and rolled it around with a firm grip. She couldn’t seem to help the pumping of her hips to get closer to the sensation, but he stopped almost as soon as he started.

  “Your face is flushed such a pretty pink, your tits are bouncing, and your open pussy looks delicious. You are amazing… say it.”

  He slowed his thrusts just a bit, and she continued to move like he hadn’t slowed down. Putting his hand on her mound, he slowed her down.

  “Say it,” he repeated.

  “You are fucking amazing,” she said, as she stared into his eye through the mirror.

  It was like someone put an accelerant into his cock because he was coming right… damn… now and fuck if she wasn’t coming with him. He pulled his cock from her wet heat, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. Her legs were spread and her eyes were glazed, like she was confused. Well, she can join the damn club.

  Matt moved up her body and lined up his cock with her opening and slammed in. The noise he was making sounded like an animal to his ears, but he couldn’t stop it. He latched on to her nipple and sucked hard in a rhythm that matched his thrusts before he moved up to her ear. Faster and hard he went, as he tried to get deeper and deeper into her. She sat up and bit his shoulder, as her pussy gripped his shaft in a way that told him she had climaxed, and his balls emptied into the protective gear he’d placed on it.

  What the hell was that? He took a few seconds to get his breathing together before he got off of her and found some supplies to clean them up. It had only taken a few seconds, but when he returned, she was asleep in the middle of the bed. He wiped her off quickly and placed a blanket that was in the closet over her.

  She was one hot piece of woman, and he hoped she found that out when she was trying to fulfill all the other things on her to do list. He’d helped her complete the first one—and helped himself as well. That was one of the best hook-ups he’d ever had, but no one-night stand was complete until you woke up by yourself, so he’d give her that, too.

  Gathering his clothes, he put on his underwear and hoped that no one was in the hallway, as he left his sleeping beauty to enjoy the rest of her vacation.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Emmy woke up startled and naked. She looked around the room and found she was there alone, and the room looked like all the things she swore were done to her was a dream. She got up and felt the aches and pains that came with the memories of what she’d been through and smiled. He was such a beautiful man, and that dirty mouth he had was unbelievable. She didn’t’ think she’d ever heard anyone put those words together like that and sound so good. She wanted to say something back but was afraid it wo
uld sound stupid. Emmy decided she needed to work on that because she wanted to make someone feel like Matt had made her feel.

  Matt was built like a model. Too bad she’d not been given much opportunity to explore his body, but she wanted to lick each and every defined muscle and tattoo. In his disclaimer, she was shocked he didn’t make her sign some sort of waiver. She got the implication that she wasn’t to try and contact him. It was bad enough that he was trying to help her obtain the first thing on her vacation to-do list, but she didn’t want to be anyone’s charity project. She wondered, If he hadn’t seen that list, would things have gone the way they did?

  She knew she was fairly attractive in a plain-Jane-could-stand-to-lose-a-few-pounds kind of way, but he was one of those guys who could grace magazine or romance novel covers. He was out of her league in a major way, but she would be happy with what she had, and she’d make sure she didn’t act like a groupie or cling on.

  There were other things to do today, like put on a bikini and walk on the beach. After a long, hot shower and a breakfast of fruit, toast, and coffee, she was ready to put on the bikini. Maybe I should do it after lunch. No. Procrastination will get me nowhere. She put on the suit that she’d felt so confident in at the store, but when she looked out her window at the beach and the beachgoers below, she didn’t know if she could do it. It was a high-waisted suit, so it wasn’t like it was a string bikini, but she was still self-conscious.

  She put on her robe, took a deep breath, and walked into the hall way. When she got to Matt’s door, she wanted to knock so bad it was like a compulsion, but she would not do it. Who knows, he may have had his own list and wanted to screw as many women as he could. She wouldn’t down his list; they all had their own needs and desires that they wanted to fulfill.

  When she first found out that his room was down the hall from her, she was excited. However, now she wasn’t, because her stomach would be in knots every time she left the room, hoping she didn’t see him bring someone in. Am I ridiculous? Absolutely. Matt was a one-night stand… that means our time is up and we are both free agents.

  She got to the elevator and onto the board walk by putting one foot in front of the other. Yet, now that she was here on the beach, she knew she should actually take the floor length robe off, but she couldn’t seem to do so. It was a beautiful day, and the water looked refreshing, but she just couldn’t lay down here with this suit. Maybe I could find a one piece with a skirt and try again. She took a step backward and bumped into someone.

  “Are you going down to lay on the beach or not?”

  The sexy voice was back, and her body responded like he told her to spread her legs and let him eat her pussy. She was wet and ready just from the one non-sexual sentence. Turning around, she wasn’t prepared for how Matt looked in the full light of day. He looked like a movie star or a Greek god. He must have been running because he was glistening, and his muscles were so defined. She couldn’t find the words to say, and he smiled at her.

  “Are you wearing your bikini?” he asked, as he fiddled with her robe ties.

  “Hey,” she said shocked out of silence. “You read more of my list than you claimed.”

  He lifted one eyebrow. “Can I see your suit?”

  “I don’t know if I want to do this today. I’m thinking I can do some other things I wanted to do and come back another time.” She watched his face contort into a frown just a bit and didn’t like the way his disappointment felt. What am I doing? He was her one-night stand—not someone who was supposed to mean anything to her. She shouldn’t place that much importance on his thoughts about what she was doing.

  He pulled the tie so that the robe fell open and the look on his face made her proud. She wondered if he did self-esteem classes or something.

  “Take the robe off, so I can see how you look.” Matt fiddled with the robe, and she tried to act like his touch didn’t make her warm. It was like he had something on him that made her want to lick him.

  “I know what you’re doing. Trying to make me think I look okay so I won’t worry.” She squinted her eyes at him, hoping to see the truth somewhere.

  “Is that what you think?” he asked, moving closer to her.

  “Yes. That’s what I think. All this ‘You’re amazing’ crap, and now, ‘Can I see your suit?’…come on.” Somewhere in there Emmy had stopped being impressed by his beautiful body and face and had lurched into her normal silly self. Making weird impressions of him and his voice as she mimicked him. Unbelievably, his smile was even bigger.

  “Well, you are amazing. Just the thought of your pussy makes me want to fuck you right here in the warm sand. I’ve been watching you stand her for the last five minutes, trying to decide if you were going to take off that large robe and show the world your fantastic body. I could tell you were talking yourself out of it.” He cocked one eyebrow at her, and she was lost. How in the world did he know that?

  “So you decided to come down and help me?” She knew she was a charity project to him, and she hated that.

  “Actually, I just wanted to tease myself with what you look like in a bikini, with the sun shining on your skin, and the sound of the water lapping against the sand.” He always looked like he was amused—unless he looked like he was about to come. That thought had her stomach doing flips.

  She put down her stuff and took off her robe. “You happy now?”

  “Immensely. You look good in your suit. Looks like you had a rough night last night.” He touched her neck. “You’ve been marked.”

  “I know I was in bed with a crazy man, but it was the best time I’ve ever had.” She admitted that to him because it was the truth, and she wanted to let him know that she’d enjoyed herself—in case she didn’t get to talk to him again.

  Looking around, she began to be aware of all the women in the area who were looking at this fine form of a man who stood out from the crowd.

  “Well, don’t let me keep you,” she said, as she picked up her items and then walked down the steps to the beach. That was difficult, but she didn’t want him to think he had to save her from herself—whether she appreciated it or not.

  When she got to the spot she picked out, she set up her umbrella and chair. It took a few minutes, and she promised herself that she wouldn’t look back at him until she was done. He’d get bored and leave before she finished—of that she knew for sure. Plopping down on the chair, she looked back to where she’d left Matt and found him standing there watching her. She wondered what he was thinking, but he waved and jogged away.

  She lay on the beach and enjoyed the warmth on her skin. It had taken about fifteen minutes to realize that Matt had done it again. He’d gotten her so worked up about whatever she was fussing with him about that she forgot to be anxious about her near nudity and her size in this bikini. Damned if she’d thank him, but she chuckled at his brilliance because she knew he’d done all of that on purpose.

  There was a man coming toward her with a drink, and Emmy watched him come her way. She intended to ask him for a beverage when he delivered that delicious drink to wherever it was going, but he stopped right in front of her.

  “A drink for the lady,” the young man said, as he set down a flip table and the drink he was carrying.

  “Who sent it?” she asked, knowing who it was but wanted to see what clever name Matt would put down.

  “A secret admirer.” The man wagged his eyebrows at her, and she laughed.

  “Well, tell the secret admirer thank you for me.”

  “I think he has plans to come over and collect the thank you himself.”

  Emmy picked up her drink and watched the young bartender walk away. This is what she thought her life would be like on the beach. She knew that her admirer was Matt, but she found herself giddy to see him again. Who knew, maybe she would thank him for giving her the confidence to sit here on the beach, because once she got down here, it was fine and she’d had no problems.

  “Can I sit here? I brought my drink over so
we can share a drink together.” A voice from beside her said. He was standing up with the sun at his back so all she could see was the blinding sun. She knew one thing; it wasn’t Matt.

  “Ummm… sure.” She looked around and found she wasn’t in a very populated area. When she’d been standing on the boardwalk with Matt, it seemed to be more public. She shouldn’t worry too much though because there were people in shouting distance, and she was supposed to be meeting new people and finding out more about herself in the process. However, something about this guy just didn’t sit well with her. It was probably because he was nothing like Matt, and that’s who she really wanted to spend some time with.