I'm back! Sorry I missed last week. The end of the school year activities are making me crazy. To make up for missing last week's post, I'm including two here today. This is the final installment of Haven Shores. If you''re just joining us, you can click here to get the story from the beginning.
Here is the conclusion of Haven Shores...
ADULT CONTENT
ADULT CONTENT
The next night, Rosa made her way down the path. Her heart
beat at an unusually fast pace. Her anxiety was at an all time high, but she
wasn't sure why. She found Logan's game intriguing, but he scared her. Not in a
serial killer kind of way, but there was an intensity that surrounded him. He was
quiet but commanding. When she was around him all she wanted him to do was
devour her. She needed him to extinguish the ache that had been building inside
her from the moment she'd met him.
Tonight.
Logan wasn't in his usual spot at the end of the path. Upon
further investigation, Rosa found him set back a few feet and nestled in an out
cove camouflaged by some tall, wispy grass. He'd found a more secluded spot for
their meeting.
Calvin was already asleep a few feet away from where Logan
rested on a blanket. His smile made her stomach dance. She'd never wanted
anyone as much as she'd wanted him. Up until now, sex was something she'd done
to do. She was hardly a virgin, but compared to Logan she knew nothing. She was
pretty certain her college boyfriends didn’t possess the knowledge Logan had
either.
"The blanket is new." She glanced down at the
large blue throw.
He reached for her hand and pulled her closer to where he
sat. She stumbled forward, but managed to stop before tumbling into his lap.
"I wouldn't want you to get sand in places where it
didn't belong." He placed his hand on the back of her thigh.
"You're presuming I did what you asked." She
almost didn’t recognize the sound of her throaty, desperate voice.
"I'm quite certain you did what I asked." He
trailed his hand up to her backside. "Because if you didn't you would regret
it." He squeezed her bare cheeks. "You are a good girl, aren't
you?"
"Sometimes." She ran her fingers through his hair.
She could smell the clean scent of his shampoo as she disturbed the neatly
styled locks.
"I'll let you be bad." He guided her down between
his legs, resting her back against his chest. "They'll be plenty of time
to see just how naughty you can be for me."
"I'll do whatever you want." She pressed into him
when he slipped his hand under her dress and rested it on her stomach. She
could feel the summer breeze caressing her naked, wet center.
"I know." He licked the skin below her ear.
"That's what makes you so desirable."
She leaned her head against his shoulder as he slid his
fingers inside her. Her body tensed under his touch because even in such a
secluded area of the beach, Rosa still felt exposed.
"You need to relax for me." He moved his fingers
in and out of her. "I promise no one will see us."
She let out the breath she held and gave into what her body
wanted.
"That's a good girl. When you trust me, all things are
possible." The sound of his commanding voice sent shivers down her spine.
Rosa let need take over as she moved her hips into his hand.
He kept a steady rhythm. She wondered just how deep he could get with those
skilled fingers.
"My Princess is eager." He moved his thumb to her
clit, stroking it for a few seconds, creating the most delicious sensation between
her legs.
She felt the heat building in her stomach, and then that
familiar tingling threatened to overtake her. Just as she was about to scream
out his name he stopped and pulled out of her drenched pussy.
Why did he stop?
Through hooded eyes, she tilted her head and looked up at
him. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace as she waited for him to continue.
"Anticipation." He brought his wet fingers to her
mouth and ran her arousal along her lips. "Can be a good thing."
"I don't—"
"Shh." He lowered his head, pressing his lips
against hers. "The reward will be
worth the wait."
Damn it!
***
Rosa tossed and turned in her bed as the thunder and
lightning rumbled and flashed outside her window. Each night she spent with
Logan it got increasingly harder to come back and sleep in her own bed. Four
nights on the beach and no relief. The man had a gift for bringing her to the
brink and then pulling back just before the reward, as he liked to call it.
What kind of sick person does that? Who wouldn't want to
bring their woman pleasure? He wouldn't even allow her to take care of it
herself. He told her not to touch what belonged to him. Rosa couldn't believe
she obeyed him. How the hell would he know if she came on her own?
Why do I have to do
it? It's his job to satisfy me!
Before she knew what she was doing, she threw on a pair of
tiny jean shorts over her black thong and then slipped on her flip flops. She
intended to tell Logan just how frustrated she was. She headed out in the
height of the storm, running three doors down to his massive house.
The cool rain sprayed her face as she ran up his front
steps. She wiped her cheeks and pushed the wet hair from her eyes. She was sure
she was a hot mess. What am I doing?
She didn't need to beg for sex. The whole BDSM thing was kinky two nights ago,
but now his game was just plain irritating.
Just as she was about to turn and head back home, she heard
Calvin barking.
Crap! Damn dog!
The porch light flickered on and the front door flew open.
Rosa stood frozen on the steps with her back to the door.
"Princess? What are you doing out on a night like
this?"
She straightened her shoulders, turned and faced him.
"I'm here to see you."
He widened the door and motioned for her to enter. She
noticed he was shirtless and wearing tattered jeans and his feet were bare. He
must have been asleep and she'd caught him off guard. Well, if he'd given her
what she needed a few hours before maybe they'd be curled up in bed together.
"What can I do for you at such a late hour? Is
something wrong?"
"What kind of game are you playing, Collins?"
"In my home." He stalked toward her, keeping his
voice calm and controlled. "You'll refer to me as Sir or Mr.
Collins."
"What?"
His chiseled jaw tightened when she didn’t comply.
She'd pissed him off. She wasn't there to make him mad. He
needed to know how much she wanted him.
"I wanted to see you. No more games."
"I see." He let his eyes wander down her body.
"You're soaked."
You have no idea.
He reached for her tank top and slipped it over her head,
revealing her breasts to him. He licked his lips as he studied her naked chest.
She took a step toward him, reaching out to run her hands
along his muscular abs and chest. His body felt flawless underneath her palms.
"I need you," she said. "I can't take it
anymore."
He pushed her up against the wall, pinning her against it
with his hard form. "You're sure this is what you want." He ran his
lips along her jaw. "You want me to take you?"
"God, yes!"
He gripped her wrists in his hand and held them above her
head. "There's nothing I want more than to have you in my bed." He
ground his hips, pressing his aroused cock against her thigh. She liked feeling
trapped and at his mercy.
"Now, please…" She didn’t care how desperate she
sounded.
He released her arms, scooped her up and carried her to his
bedroom. She'd lost her flip flops somewhere along the way. He kissed and
nipped at her lips and jaw as he walked up the stairs. The feel of his stubble
against her face only made her want this attractive, capable man even more.
He set her down by the bed, kneeling down in front of her.
"I've thought about putting my mouth on you for days." He undid the
button of her shorts and lowered the zipper, never taking his smoldering eyes
away from hers. The flashes of lightening allowed her to see his face. "I bet you taste so sweet."
She gripped his shoulders for support as he slipped her
shorts down her thighs. She jumped when he ran his hands up the backs of her
legs, caressing her skin ever so lightly. He hooked his fingers in the waistband
of her panties and rid her of them too.
She twisted her fingers in his hair when he moved his face
closer to her center. The feeling of his warm breath against her pussy sent a
tingle down her spine, but nothing prepared her for the sensation his tongue
created when he French kissed her down there. He swirled his tongue inside her
folds and sucked her clit between his lips. She never experienced anything that
sensual before. He tilted his head as he ran his tongue along her slit. The
more he kissed her there, the harder it was for her to stand. Her knees buckled
and her legs quivered. He must have sensed her loss of balance because he
tugged her down to the floor with him and lay her on the plush rug.
"As much as I want to finish with my tongue, I can't
wait to get inside you." She heard him lower his zipper and maneuver out
of his jeans. As he reached into the nightstand just above them, she felt his
erection brush against her thigh. The room was dark, but she could hear him rip
the foil packet and then roll it into place.
He lowered himself on top of her, with one swift move, he spread
her thighs with his muscular leg. She reached down, taking his length in her
hand and running it along her slit. He growled against her neck. "Don't
tease me."
"It would serve you right after the way you made me
wait this week." She pressed his tip at her entrance. "Maybe you
should anticipate."
He pushed her hand out of the way and plunged inside her.
"Maybe you should let me take control."
"Yes…" She thrust her hips upward as he wrapped
her legs around his waist.
"You're so tight." He pulled all the way out of
her and then slipped back inside her heat. He repeated his motion a few more
times before Rosa's climax surged through her body.
"Logan." Her orgasm came on fast and hard. She
shook beneath him and her pussy tightened around his cock.
He increased his pace, lowering his lips to her neck. She
ran her fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth to her breasts. When he
wrapped his lips around her nipple, she felt another climax building inside
her. She hadn't even recovered from the first one but his tongue on her breasts
ignited another powerful orgasm.
"You're amazing." She felt his body tense when he
gripped her hips. "I'm gonna, oh, I can't…" He couldn’t finish his
sentence, but she knew what he was trying to say. She felt his warm come as it
filled the condom. He collapsed on top of her, holding her against him as they
both tried to catch their breath.
He peppered her face with kisses before getting up and retreating
to the bathroom. A soon as he moved from her she missed their connection. She
needed to be close to him, to feel the warmth of his skin on hers.
She didn’t want to get up but knew she'd be more comfortable
in his bed, so she climbed into the large bed and scooted to the far side by a huge
window that overlooked the ocean. A few moments later, he crawled in next to
her and pulled her against his side.
"Was it worth the wait?" He kissed the top of her
head.
"We should have done that four days ago."
"They'll be many more nights like tonight." He laughed.
"I thought you'd be more dominant. You know, like tie
me up or order me to do things." Not that the sex wasn't explosive, but he
was tender and slow. His love making was unexpected, but nice.
"You said no more games, so I thought you'd had enough
of my dominance."
"I still want to play like that, but I couldn't take
not having you. It was too intense."
"I understand." He twisted a strand of her hair
around his finger.
"You do?"
He nodded.
"If you're into this whole BDSM thing, why did you give
in tonight? Why didn’t you just tell me to leave?"
"I told you, I only dabble these days. I play
occasionally when I find a willing partner. If you had said you didn’t want to
play with me that night on the beach, I still would have pursued you. Just not
in a dominant way."
"Why?"
"Because I like you and I want to be with you." He
kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled because he was too adorable. "I'd
like to see where this goes."
"Me too." She snuggled closer to him. "Can I
sleep here tonight?"
"Do you honestly believe I'd let you leave?" He
pulled the comforter over top of them. "But you need to know I don't sleep
alone." He patted the side of the bed and within a second Calvin hopped
onto the mattress, settling in between them. "I hope that's okay."
"It's perfect." She giggled. "I respect a man
who won't kick his loyal friend out of his bed for a woman."
"Oh, I'll kick him out when the time comes." He
ran his fingers down the side of her body, tracing small circles over her
hipbone. "Trust me."
"I do." She kissed him. "More than I've ever
trusted anyone else."
"Good girl." He brushed his lips against hers.
"Tonight is just the beginning…"
The End
***
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