Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 4

Bea stood in her mirror in her shift staring at herself. Her long blonde hair was down and in waves from her earlier chignon. She took in her small chest and slim waist. She didn't understand why any man would want her sexually. Most of her friends had full breasts and hips. They were taller with more exotic looks. She was "fashionable." And she felt fashionable was dull.

The only light in the room came from the fireplace. "I think you look quite lovely, darling," a deep familiar voice came from the direction of her bed. Bea nearly jumped from her skin.

"Thomas! How did you get in..." she began.

"Shhh, calm down. This house is full of secret doors. It is quite the labyrinth," Thomas said.

Bea could barely see him, so she moved closer to the bed. He had taken off his coat and was sprawled out leaning on an elbow. He looked quite at home and relaxed.

Thomas also looked handsome and carefree. He was alluring and so composed for someone laying in the bed of a single woman half his age.

"Happy to see me, darling?" He asked as she continued to observe him taking up much of her bed. He patted the spot beside him, "Come over and have a seat."

She walked around to the place he had tapped. "This isn't very proper, Thomas," she stated the obvious but it didn't stop her from sitting down next to him.

Bea leaned on her elbow, too - angling her body toward him. He reached over and picked up a lock of her hair. "You look like sunshine. And get just as heated as the sun, hm?" He gave her hair a playful tug.

"You just say things, do things that make me warm."

"Do all men make you warm, darling?"

"No!" She corrected him. "No, but it seems like when a man that I'm attracted to kisses me my head doesn't listen to reason."

Bea figured this would be a good opportunity for him to run, knowing she kissed another.

"Mmm, I'm glad you have a little experience, darling. Just kissing?"

"Yes, just kissing," she didn't include what they did together. He already knew.

"Do you want to do more than just kiss men?" He asked.

Men? "Um, yes, I think you could tell that last night," she said.

"I was so going to fuck you right there on that terrace," he said looking her in the eye and pulled her hair a bit. "You would have let me."

It wasn't a question. He knew she couldn't control her hormonal urges.

"Yes," she said with shame but she kept her eyes up. "I wanted that." In fact, she wanted it now. She rubbed her legs together a bit.

"Naughty girl," he said as he placed a finger on her lips, pushing in between them. She began to lick and suck on it. "You seem to be naturally sexual. Sensual."

He removed his finger and leaned in to kiss her. Like the night before, Bea didn't shy away. Her hand immediately shot forward and caressed his cheek pulling him closer. She pushed her body so she rolled on top of him.

Thomas chuckled, "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"

Bea stared in his eyes as she held herself up over his shoulder, then she ground her hips down on him until he grabbed her and started to kiss her again. He rolled them over again, but so he was on top of her.

Thomas pulled up her knee along his thigh so she was more open. His hand then traveled up her torso to her breasts and he started to pinch and pull. She liked the rough touches. She didn't want to be treated like glass.

Her hands roamed his strong back and over his ass. She pulled at his shirt so she could feel skin. His skin was smooth but slightly course from hair. Bea was getting frustrated with his clothing.

"Please, Thomas. Take these off, please," she begged as she fumbled around with the well tailored items.

He immediately stood and threw his clothing off. She watched the entire act. She had never seen a naked man. Because of the fire he looked like he was made of gold.

Bea got on her knees at the edge of the bed and began to kiss him as he finally shook out of his shirt. Her hands roamed over his chest. "You are so perfect. I want to kiss every inch of you, Thomas," she moaned out. She lowered her lips to his neck and then down his chest to his flat nipples.

"You are killing me, Bea," he moaned out.

"Is it bad?" But she didn't stop. It was so natural to her.

"Fuck no. Just the opposite. I feel like I could spend like a school boy," he laughed.

"Mmm, then do it. I want to see it all. Give me everything, Thomas," she couldn't believe it was her raspy voice. It was filled with a hunger she had never felt before.

He pushed her back and climbed up her body. "Everything, baby? You want my cock? You want daddy's cock in you?"

"Oh God, Thomas. Oh God yes, daddy. I want all of you. Please," she begged as his words triggered her pussy to flow. Her hands grabbed at the back of his hair, pulling him down for more bruising kisses.

She then pulled up her shift until she was bare under him. His thumb came down to her clit and rubbed it hard. It was the first time a man had touched her there skin to skin. She came instantly within a few circles of it.

"So responsive," he moaned into her mouth.

Bea reached down for his cock. She stroked it like she did last night, pulling him closer to her quivering pussy.

Bea finally made contact between the head of his cock and her wet folds. She moved it around until she found her hole. "Thomas, pleeeaase," she begged.

He took ahold of his cock from her and pushed forward. He wanted to be slow but she rolled him over and impaled herself on him hard. "Ooow, goodness. Please tell me it gets better, Thomas. I need it so..."

"Yes, baby. Much better," he said as he slowly lifted her and let her down on his cock. He rolled them back over after a few strokes so he could better control the movements.

Unlike many women, Bea kept her eyes open the entire time. She actually wished the room was better lit so she could see more. She wanted a stage with an audience so they could applaud this lewd dance.

As the feeling inside her pussy began to get better, Bea reached down to the place Thomas had rubbed before and copied what he did. She was cumming again before she knew it.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming. God you feel so damn good on daddy's cock," with that Thomas pulled out and came hard. She could feel it shoot onto her belly. It was like he was claiming her. She loved watching his face contort into almost a pained look.

After he came down she kissed him all over his face. "When can we do that again, Thomas? I loved it," she said with a wide toothy smile.

"Goodness, vixen. Give me a bit. I'm an old man," he teased.

"Mmm, hardly," she didn't think that of him at all. Nothing about him was old. "Why did you call...why did you...why call you 'daddy?'"

"It just seemed to come out. I always thought of you as like a daughter...oh, that sounds creepy. It is more about me caring for you. And the age thing, I guess. Not some incest thing that the monarchs do," he laughed out.

She giggled. "Oh I didn't think that, but I'm glad you clarified. I kind of liked it. Can I call you that?"

"So long as it is private. Or others don't know us," he winked. "You can call me whatever you would like. However, tomorrow morning you will be calling me 'husband.'"