Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
M idmorning Saturday was just as dreary as Friday and Meg cursed the weather.
“Damn,” she muttered, unaware of Rob’s presence until she felt his arms encase her from behind.
“Still no sunshine,” he stated. “Honestly, Teach, I’ve never known it rain like this here.”
“Just my luck,” she sighed. “I really wanted to go down to the ocean today.”
“Well, unless you’re made of sugar, which is a definite possibility given your sweetness, I figure we could go for a walk along the beach in the rain without melting.”
Smiling, Meg turned in his arms, raising her hands to pull his face down to his. She turned and kissed him softly. “I’d love to go for a walk. Are you sure you don’t mind? We’re bound to get soaked.”
“We’d get soaked swimming in the ocean if it was sunny, so I don’t really see much difference.”
“I’ll just go up and slip on my travel clothes.” She glanced down at his oversized t-shirt. She’d worn it all day yesterday, which hadn’t been a problem since they hadn’t left the room. Her luggage still hadn’t arrived. No big surprise there. “I wish I had a pair of shorts. Oh well, I can just roll the linen pants up at the ankle and the shirt is pretty much beyond hope at this point anyway. A little more rain can’t hurt it.”
“I’ll grab us both a couple of sweatshirts,” he added. “It’s bound to be chilly out there.”
Going their separate ways, they met up again in the living room after only a few minutes. Rob had put on a pair of khaki shorts and Meg took a second to admire his trim, tanned legs. Raising his eyebrows to let her know he was aware of her wayward glance, he handed her a big sweatshirt and a baseball cap, before donning his own with a grin.
“This will keep the rain out of our eyes.”
Walking down to the beach, Meg pulled off her sandals, delighted by the feeling of wet sand between her toes. Rob clasped her hand in his own tugging her forward and she was thrilled he was with her as she took in her first up-close look at the ocean.
“It’s amazing.” The first wave crashed around her bare ankles. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen the ocean.” Rob was still stunned by her revelation late last night. “My family spent nearly every summer, vacationing at the beach.”
“We didn’t really have a lot of time or money for vacations,” Meg explained, “although once, I went to Williamsburg on a school field trip and my mom came along as a chaperone. It was just a day trip, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Such a wonderfully historic place. We spent the entire day pretending we were colonists living in the 1800’s. It was fun, but not,” she continued with a mischievous grin, “as fun as this.” With her words, she bent down and scooped up a handful of ocean water to splash on Rob.
He acted offended before it apparently sunk in he was already soaked. “Uh-oh,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “Now you’ve done it.” Bending over, he returned the splash, his large hands able to throw twice the water, twice as far.
Squealing, she took off running and kicking up water as he gave chase. She felt his large hands reach out to pick her up in the midst of her retreat and she screamed with amusement as he proceeded to walk out into the water, threatening to throw her in.
“Don’t you dare!” She grasped at his arms.
“What will you give me if I don’t?” He was angling for a kiss.
She pretended to think about his question. “I’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”
Rob laughed at her bribe before considering it seriously. “A chocolate one?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Not vanilla.” He clarified his demand. “I cannot abide vanilla.”
“No vanilla then.” And she felt somewhat relieved when he pulled her closer to him and started to walk back out of the waves that were crashing around his strong thighs.
“Come on.” He grabbed her hand again. “Let’s get some lunch. I know a little place that makes corn dogs to die for.”
“What?” she exclaimed, “Corn dogs over caviar? Are you feeling well?”
“Very funny,” he said. “And I’m not forgetting that you owe me an ice cream either.”
The tiny diner was nearly empty when they arrived despite the fact it was the lunch hour. No doubt the weather had encouraged most folks to eat in the hotel restaurants rather than dash through the streets in such a downpour. Grabbing a booth near the back, the two of them ordered a veritable feast of junk food, while Meg apologized profusely to the waitress for the puddles of water forming on the floor beneath them.
At the end of their meal, Meg ordered Rob a triple scoop ice cream cone—all chocolate—and helped him devour it.
When the waitress returned with the bill, Meg snatched it out of Rob’s hands.
“Meg,” Rob started, but Meg merely held up her hand.
“I don’t break a promise,” she said. “I owe you an ice cream.”
“But not a whole lunch. Why don’t we split the bill?”
“Nope, this one is on me. I’m not destitute, Rob. Besides, I feel bad taking advantage of your company’s generosity. I’m used to paying my own way, so let me do it.”
“Fine.” Rob threw up his hands. “Have it your way. Thanks for lunch.”
She smiled at his concession as the waitress returned to take her money.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“Wanna go to the movies? There’s a theater at the end of the block. It’s probably just about time for the matinees to start showing.”
“That sounds like fun,” she agreed. “I wonder what’s playing.”
“Unfortunately this weekend, it’s bound to be a romantic comedy.” He failed to mask his obvious distaste at the thought.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m a horror man myself.”
“Eww.” She crinkled her nose. “All that blood and guts stuff gives me nightmares. Give me a good old fashioned love story any day.”
“Well, come on, Margaret, odds are good that the theater will be catering to you and your mother’s tastes this weekend in honor of Valentine’s Day.”
Three hours later, Rob and Meg returned to the hotel arguing about the plot of the movie. “That kind of stuff never happens,” Rob insisted.
“Bullshit,” Meg replied. “Of course it does.”
“Meg. There is no such thing as love at first sight.”
“Well I believe there is.”
“What you think is love is actually lust.” He pulled her closer to him.
“What?”
“Lust at first sight makes more sense. Two people see each other and feel a mutual attraction.”
“Like us?” She nipped at his chin with a small love bite.
“Just like us.”
“And the love part comes in where?” She was intrigued by his strong feelings on the subject.
“Later. Meg, to say you love someone based on merely their looks is shallow. For real love to happen, you need to talk to the person, get to know them.”
“I see.” She ran her hands under his shirt to tease his hard nipples. “Just for the record, I must be as shallow as they come because I love how you look.”
“Ah, something we have in common. What do you say we indulge in a little bit more of that lust at first sight?” His eyes smoldered at her compliment.
“Mmm, you feel so good.” Her hands stroked around and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
His hands gripped her buttocks to rub her against his lower body. Spending two hours in a darkened theater without touching her had been sheer torture. If the place hadn’t been so crowded due to the lack of outdoor entertainment, Rob would have pulled her across his lap and had his way with her right there. Truth be told, he could barely recall any of the movie, his thoughts had been so centered on the woman sitting next to him.
Now he intended to make up for lost time.
“Meg,” he whispered in her ear, teasing the delicate lobe with his tongue.
He rejoiced when Meg wrapped her arms around his waist, rasping his neck with her own soft tongue.
“Yes?”
Pushing her gently away from him, he took a step back eager to expand on their bedroom play.
“Take off your clothes for me.” His voice was rough with the need to see all of her.
She blushed slightly, but complied with his request. Her hands slowly dragged her shirt up and over her head, leaving her clad in a lacy pink bra that showcased her very generous cleavage. Once she’d disposed of the shirt, she slowly unhooked her pants, pushing them off her hips with a sexy sway that had Rob’s cock rising another two inches. By God, but she was gorgeous.
Clad only in her panties and bra, Rob struggled to calm his breathing, desperate to remain in control. He knew how he wanted this to play out and it would require patience on his part.
“Take off your panties,” he said softly, “but leave on your bra.”
She seemed startled by the fact he wasn’t touching her, but again she obeyed his request. Kicking off her panties, she seemed uncertain what to do with her hands until Rob added, “Touch yourself,” to his list of demands.
“What?”
“Go sit in that chair,” he clarified, pointing to the comfortable armchair to his right, “and touch yourself. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“Rob,” she started, but he halted any refusal on her part with a raised hand.
“Do it now, Meg,” he said firmly, before including a more anxious, “please.”
Slowly she walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. Spreading her legs, she waited until Rob crossed the room to sit on the couch opposite her. Without hesitation, her hands drifted down to her pussy and Rob felt spellbound by the beauty of her actions. Rubbing her clit lightly with one hand, the other drifted down to her drenched opening. One of her tiny fingers, then two, disappeared in her soft, dark cavern. Rob heard her panting breaths and was aware of how much his watching her actions was turning her on. Slowly, he stood, taking off his own bothersome shorts. Grasping his hard erection in his hand, he began to stroke himself, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers. He sensed when she was getting close to her climax. Originally, he planned for them to watch each other to the end, but the idea of not feeling the glorious clenching of her inner muscles around his hard cock was too much for him to bear.
“Stop.” He crossed to her and grabbed her hands and pulling them away from herself.
She cried out her frustration fighting to reclaim her hands.
“Get down on the floor.” He pulled her up from the chair. “On your hands and knees.”
“Yes,” she hissed, obviously thrilled with the prospect of what he was offering her.
Turning, she presented him with a stellar view of her all-too-luscious bottom.
“That’s right.” He lowered himself to his knees behind her. Grabbing for the condom he’d thrown on the coffee table, he sheathed himself with one hand, his other on the top of her back, pushing softly.
“Lower your chest to the floor, but keep that gorgeous ass up.”
Once again, she heeded his request and the tether on his patience broke.
Moving to her entrance, he pushed into her one inch at a time, making sure she could accommodate him this way. She was so small; he sometimes wondered that she could take him into her body at all. His concerns were obviously unfounded when she began her lovely, demanding pleas.
“More!” She thrust back at him in an attempt to quicken his pace. Gripping her hips firmly, he held her in place, giving her no choice but to accept his will.
“Damn you,” she hissed. “Move. Faster. Harder.”
Still he held firm on his resolve until her last word.
“Please,” she whispered.
Recalling her torments of the night before, Rob decided to exact his own sweet revenge on his little temptress. Pulling completely out of her, despite her angry cries, he replaced his cock with his hand, gathering up her copious juices before moving his soaked finger back to her anus. She stiffened at the first touch of his finger breeching the tight portal.
“Rob,” she replied breathlessly, “I’ve never--”
“Shh,” he hushed her. “I won’t hurt you. I want to play a little. I believe I promised retribution for last night, you little tease.” His words were light and he felt her relax, again amazed by her limitless trust in him.
Continuing to lubricate her, he slowly worked his finger in and out of her, rejoicing when he felt her begin to push back against it.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “God, Rob. I need you so badly.”
Once again, he lost the battle against her soft, willing body and lovely demands. Unable to resist, he thrust into her with all the power and strength left in his body and she countered each parry with her own movements. Her whimpers and moans of satisfaction were the impetus he needed. Leaving his finger in her anus, he buried his cock over and over in her wet warmth, fucking her with both. He felt the moment her orgasm claimed her as her pussy clamped down hard on his throbbing cock and her ass clenched his finger so tightly he thought it would break. The power of her climax was all it took to drag him along, his seed shooting out like bullets from a gun.
Pulling out of her body, he dragged her limp form over to him, cuddling her in the crook of his arm.
“Wow,” she whispered as he felt her drift into an instantaneous sleep.
A grin tugged at his lips at her words. “Wow,” he repeated as he followed her into deep slumber.