Garden Thunder part 1
This shouldn’t be happening, but I want this so badly. This shouldn’t be happening. But it feels so right. Rebecca slowly leaned into Skylar’s gentle kiss. His lips burned her forehead. Tiny flickers of hot flame danced their way down her slender back. Startling as well as igniting a long forgotten portion of her brain. It had been so long since she let her guard down enough to enjoy a man, any man. Now here this one threatened to destroy her with a simple kiss. Rebecca tried to restrain herself. With each small quiet kiss he placed on her forehead, across her cheek, along her tender neck, she lost monumental measures of self control. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into his embrace.
Skylar’s strong arms wrapped around Rebecca like a comfortable, familiar lover. Against her exposed flesh, she felt his hard line of muscle enclose her frame. She shivered with fear and delight. Why am I allowing this to go on? He’s no good for me! Her brain was on overload; her body betraying her calculated patterns of control.
“Relax.” Skylar’s timorous voice sounded in her ear as he nuzzled her ear lobe with the tip of his tongue. The moist area and the sound of his voice vibrated through her like midnight thunder. Her eyes fluttered closed, her heart raced, her fingers searched.
Rebecca’s soft surrendering moan escaped from her pouting lips. Her inner self ceased struggling. Pliable and inviting, Rebecca’s lips searched for Skylar’s. Her long fingers threaded themselves through his obsidian locks, hungrily pulling his searching lips to her own. When then touched Rebecca’s frenzy increased. Her hands traveled the length of his muscled torso.
Each place she fingers vacated, Skylar felt a remembered heat and an electric anticipation for her next touch. He groaned deeply when she finally made touched just above his writhing manhood. With breath held, he waited to feel her tentative fingers stroke the root of his desire. “Oh, yes!” Now his eyes closed in pure pleasure. I thought I was controlling this thing! Rebecca stopped to relish the moment. She listened to Skylar’s breath as he fought for control. She smiled to herself, lost in the heat the moment.
Unable to restrain, excitement and longing pushing her over the edge, Rebecca lightly touched Skylar’s bulging manhood; his fevered growl pushed her to more daring action. She stood, her long manicured fingers ever arousing his desire. She kissed him deeply. Her tongue’s tip played with the lower edges of his full mouth. In return his own danced a rapid tango. She leaned into to his sinewy chest, crushing her tender nipples. Skylar did not miss the feel of those tight buds against his body. It only stirred his longing. Rebecca moaned as Skylar deepened the kiss. She worked her fingers below the barrier separating her from his warm hard flesh. As her fingers closed around his throbbing manhood, Skylar let out an animalistic growl.
Instantly he enclosed Rebecca within his inflamed embrace. He raised her to his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Rebecca’s blonde tresses flowed down around them as she whispered seductively, “Take me!” Skylar carried her to the edge of the marble bench near by in the garden path. Gently he lay her down. He quickly made light work of removing her corn silk-blue blouse that so complimented her golden hair and blue eyes. “God, you are gorgeous!” Rebecca smile and opened her arms to him. He leaned forward kissing each part of her delicate neck. He released himself from the confines of his pants. Rebecca felt the throbbing member against her. “Skylar! Now!” Rebecca could wait no longer, she wanted to satiate the desire Skylar had kindled. He intended to oblige.
“My, my, my, Skylar. I see you waste no time in trading one trollop for another.” A statuesque red head stood leaning against the rose pillar at the entrance to the garden. Her hair caught the sunshine; her pale skin radiated. She rolled brandy around her glass then delicately lifted it to her perfect mouth.
Skylar’s eyes burned with a different heat. “What do you want?” he growled darkly.
Mortified Rebecca scrambled for her clothes,
“Nice to meet you dear, I’m Skylar’s wife.”
to be continued