Malibu Love Story: A Novella

Chapter 9: A Really Good Time

Reed?

Mmm?

She flipped the covers back, mildly surprised to find herself completely, gloriously naked. She looked up to see Duncan standing next to her bed, wearing nothing but a smile, dimple popping, his erection beautiful and dark against his abdomen, veins prominent. Her mouth watered, which surprised her; normally, oral sex was something she considered a chore, something she knew Sam liked, so she performed, 'performed' being the operative word, like a seal in a circus; do the work, receive the reward, which was usually a kiss, after she'd carefully wiped her mouth and popped in a mint to remove the taste.

She leaned up from the bed to take him in her mouth, but he stepped back.

No no, love, he said, shaking his brown curls. I don't want you to give me head, I'll come too fast. I want to make out a little, and to fuck you, yeah?

Reed nodded, lying back.

Duncan lay down next to her, taking her in his arms, and Reed was once again astonished at how lean and hard his body was, how firm, how sexy. She'd only ever been with Sam, who was so soft and squishy, definitely not like Duncan at all.

Duncan's legs were sinewy with muscle, his abdomen was taut, with a visible six-pack and V-line that was oh so sexy.

Wowza.

Oh, Reed, he murmured into her hair, you're so beautiful, and you smell marvelous.

Really?

Mm hm.

He palmed her breast with his large hand, and Reed was losing her mind from the feel of his calloused fingers on her flesh.

He was already rutting between her legs, probing into her wet heat, moaning at the feel of her.

Jesus, love, you feel so good.

You do too, Duncan.

He sank into her, inch by delicious inch, seeming to revel in the feel of her, pressing her into the bed, groaning with pleasure.

I love how you feel on me, Reed, so hot and slick.

He smiled as he began to pump inside her, and it felt so good that Reed began to come almost immediately, an orgasm that went on and on and on...

Reed sat up in bed, hot and gasping for breath. Her summer comforter was clasped firmly between her legs, and her thighs were nearly cramping from how hard she was grinding them together.

Wow.

She licked the droplets of sweat from her upper lip and unclenched her legs, straightening out her blankets and clearing her throat a couple of times.

Reed got out of bed to take a quick shower. She felt the tactile memories of the dream receding, and tried to hold on to them, loving how he'd felt, how she'd felt; she wished there were some way to preserve dreams, some sort of recording device in her brain so she could just pull out whichever one she wanted and watch it whenever she wanted.

The cool water felt heavenly against her warm skin, and she went ahead and washed herself, though she'd just showered a few hours earlier. Her sex still throbbed from her incredible orgasm a few minutes before, and she turned her body this way and that, letting the water hit her everywhere and lower her core temperature.

She got out, pulled on the shirt again, and stepped out onto the deck, enjoying the feel of the cool, night breeze on her shower damp skin. She could hear the gentle waves breaking on the shore and walked around to the main part of the deck, sitting down where she'd eaten breakfast with Duncan before the disastrous shopping trip with Nancy.