The screen door of the beach house opened and there stood Sam, with a bare chest and bare feet, wearing the pair of low slung pajama pants she had seen him in before. He looked sleepy and she took a deep breath. It was early, maybe she should have waited until later.
He saw her and gazed at her, puzzled. "Grace?"
He ran his hand down his bare chest and she followed its progress until it adjusted the draw string of his trousers. He wasn't wearing underpants and she could see the outline of his - was that a hard-on? She pulled herself together before he could catch her staring at his crotch.
She quickly looked back up at his face and blurted out, "It's not your baby!". He was squinting at her. Sleep had made him slower than usual.
He frowned slightly. "What baby?" Sleep had also made his voice husky.
"Shannon's baby. I thought it was yours. I overheard something and jumped to conclusions. I've been so stupid."
Sam had been dreaming about Grace. In his dream she was naked and damp from the sea, kneeling on the sand, full lips round his hard cock. Then he had stepped outside and there she was, dressed in a loose sundress, slightly damp hair falling past her shoulders, as if his imagination had magically conjured her up. And now she was standing in front of him, her eyes shining.
"Are you going to come up here and apologize properly?" he asked.
She cautiously made her way up the steps to the verandah, and he watched her progress without moving.
"I was dreaming about you," he said as she tentatively moved closer to him. He reached out and pulled her towards him. "You were naked." His hand stroked down her bare arm as he stared at her mouth. "And on your knees."
Grace visibly gulped. "Where's JD?" she whispered.
"At his grandparents. Back this afternoon." He was still staring at her mouth. "Kiss me," he demanded.
The kiss was soft and gentle, not their usual frenzied assault. Sam sunk his hands into Grace's hair and ran a tongue along her top lip, taking time to taste her. He gently grasped her backside as she pressed against him. "Shall we go back to bed?" he asked and without waiting for an answer, he pulled her through the door and into a shady blue bedroom, and onto white cotton sheets still warm from his body. Her hair spread out and he smiled down at her. "That's what I've been wanting, for so long," he said and before she could ask him what he meant he kissed her again.
It wasn't until several minutes later as he pressed more insistently into her and a hand began to pull up her dress, that her brain registered what was happening and what they were doing. She pushed against his bare chest and he broke the kiss.
"Should we be doing this?" she asked.
"Not again, Grace," he groaned. "Don't do this to me again."
"But what about JD?"
"Now that is a passion killer," he complained, moving away from her and sitting up.
The loss of his warm weight was almost too much to bear and she gazed longingly at the broad expanse of his bare back. "He's thirteen years old. He will be mortified if he finds out you're banging his teacher."
He looked back at her. "I haven't banged his teacher. Yet," he said angrily and turning towards her added more softly, "who says he needs to find out?" He ran his fingers up her thigh, slowly pushing up the hem of her dress. His touch was slightly rough against her soft skin.
She stayed still, flat on her back, unable to move, not entirely sure she wanted to become another notch on his bedpost. His hand moved higher and she gazed at his beautiful face which was still slightly crumpled from sleep. He was watching the journey of his own hand with avid concentration. As he revealed her white cotton panties he smiled lazily and brushed a finger over the front of them, making her grip the sheet on either side of her. "You are such a wet dream," he laughed.
"Why?" she managed to ask.
"All that sexy school marm shit you've been tormenting me with for weeks. And now you turn up on my doorstep playing the innocent virgin," he said staring at her white panties. "I want to fuck you so badly."
A jolt of arousal shot through her. She didn't think she'd ever been this turned on before. Well, not since manhandling this very same man against a wall behind a dodgy bar, or since he pushed her against the wall of his shop or she had pounced on him in her kitchen. Her mind returned to the present moment. He wasn't even touching her any more, he was just staring at her. She could see his erection straining the fabric of his pants. Enough was enough, she wasn't going to fight it anymore, to hell with the consequences. She sat up and said "I want to see you naked."
Without hesitation, he stood up and pulled his pants down. She was right, he hadn't been wearing any underpants. She sighed. Words couldn't do him justice. He was so perfectly proportioned, with broad shoulders and toned, defined muscles under sun kissed brown skin. His midriff wore the pale outline of shorts and an impressive erection jutted out of dark hair. He was much bigger than Greg or Brandon, she realised with delight and some trepidation. His fist closed around his stiff cock and said, "Your turn."
And his obvious arousal suddenly helped her to forget any doubts she had ever had about her own body, as she eagerly kneeled on the bed and pulled her dress over her head, then unhooked her bra. She was hooking her thumbs into her panties when he shot towards her and pushed her back down onto the bed, "Let me do that," he said and he slowly pulled them down her legs and over her feet then he moved his head back up her legs, his lips inches away from her skin. She was squirming by the time he hovered over her freshly waxed mound. "Been expecting me?" he asked.
"You are such a -" she started to say but stopped and gasped instead when his finger pushed into her folds and ran over her slickness. She gripped the sheets again as his tongue replaced his finger. Her insides were suddenly hot and molten and her buttocks clenched as she tried to lift her hips closer to his hot mouth.
"Easy Ms Gilbert," he said. "I'm in charge now."
And in minutes, the combination of his skilled tongue and very sexy assertiveness, brought her to a shuddering unstoppable orgasm.
He looked very pleased with himself. His smug face hovered above hers as his huge erection nudged her stomach. She could still feel the last tremors coursing through her body as she tried to catch her breath. His dimple appeared as he grinned down at her. God, he was gorgeous. She grabbed his tight ass and opened her legs, so he could rub the head of his cock against her hot slickness. He looked like he was about to pass out. "Condom," he managed to say as he rolled away from her.
He was back almost immediately, pinning her hands to the bed above her head, his lips clamped over one of her nipples, his cock nudging her wetness. She ground against him so turned on she couldn't stand it. It was so wonderful to be taken in hand like this, and such a relief after weeks of resisting him and then thinking she had lost him. She closed her eyes with anticipation.
"I'm going to make this so good," he growled and still pinning her wrists to the bed, he slowly pushed into her, easing his thick width in, inch by glorious inch. He groaned and pulled her wrists down towards him as he sunk in deeper, all the way to the hilt. She felt utterly filled and stretched by him, and she pushed her hips upwards to get the deepest penetration as he cursed under his breath, and then slowly pulled out and drove into her even deeper this time. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his eyes were half shut. Her legs wrapped around his back as he drove into her once more. His hands left her wrists and cupped her breasts instead so she was now free to grasp his ass as it slammed into her. She gasped as he changed angle slightly and hit a sweet spot, "Oh, right there," she sighed and he cursed again and drove into her even harder. As he rocked into her, over and over again, everything blurred and an orgasm even stronger than the last one grabbed hold of her, and somewhere in the distance she heard him cry out, a deep animal moan, and then his muscles went slack and he was gasping hot breath onto her neck.
Sam lay on his back watching the shifting patterns on the ceiling formed by the morning sun slanting through the blinds. He felt relaxed and … content. He looked at Grace asleep beside him, her blonde hair tousled and falling over her freckled shoulders. She was so beautiful and so strong, and so good at her job. She deserved better than him, he realized with a pang. He had far too many responsibilities with JD and Shannon and the Surf Shop, but he also still yearned for the open road and foreign beaches. A girlfriend would hardly help the situation.
He couldn't help reaching out and brushing her pink lips with his finger tip. He smiled to himself as she stirred and muttered in her sleep. He kissed her cheek and she opened her blue eyes and smiled sleepily. His heart lurched, and he kissed her, this time full on her mouth, tongue caressing her sweetness.
"JD will be back soon," he murmured, as her leg slung over his hip and her breast pressed against his side. Her hand rested on his chest and slowly ran down his abs. He could already feel himself fast approaching the point of no return. Her warm hand reached his penis and he held his breath, keeping himself perfectly still. Her hand closed around him.
"Grace," he sighed and kissed her hard, pulling her on top of him. This had to be the last time, he thought. He had to let her go after this.