2 comments/ 5471 views/ 1 favorites Here with Me Ch. 02 By: QBeeKay Early Friday morning Doug wakes with a start in an unfamiliar room, and then he relaxes when he remembers that he's at the shore with Elizabeth for the weekend. As he rolls over to face her, his hand slides under the covers to her hip. He caresses it gently, which makes her smile in her sleep. He wasn't supposed to arrive until later this evening. However, after a bout of incredibly hot phone sex with the woman peacefully lying there with him he couldn't wait to join her at her friends' shore house, so he'd cancelled his Friday appointments, hastily packed his things and made the one-hundred-forty-mile drive from his place to Ocean City on Thursday night, arriving around eleven-thirty. He thinks of Elizabeth's surprise and happiness to see him, having not expected him until the following night, then of her shriek of protest as he began manhandling her towards the sofa on which she had been sleeping when he arrived, pulling the nightshirt she wore over her head as he did so. "No, Doug," she told him. "Not here ... take me upstairs first." "I can't wait, E," he replied. "Please, Doug, come on," she begged. He shook his head. "I'll make it up to you," he promised. He moved her to stand in front of the sofa, turning her to face away from him, then started kissing and licking her neck. She sucked in her breath when she felt his left hand fondle her breasts, while the fingers of his right hand traveled over her flat stomach to the crotch of her panties, where he started playing her expertly. Elizabeth's breathing became deep and shaky as Doug teased her in silence for a few minutes, her ragged breathing and soft moans the only sounds in the room. He stopped and said roughly, "Take off your panties and lie down on the sofa." She did as she was told, watching as he quickly stripped, and smiled when she saw his shaft already erect in its nest of black pubic hair. Her tongue involuntarily darted out of her mouth and she licked her lips in anticipation. She spread her legs as wide as she could for him, and in a heartbeat he was inside her, gasping as her velvety wetness enveloped him. Raising her arms above her head, she placed her palms against the arm of the sofa and pushed against it to help better bear down against Doug. "Oh my, baby ... that feels so good," she whispered as he moved inside her, while he grunted softly in time with his thrusts. "Leave your hands like that ... so sexy," he ordered her before crushing her mouth with his; she moaned and parted her lips to accept his tongue. Minutes passed as he drove himself in and out of her, moving faster and harder against her, getting increasingly aroused watching her breasts jiggle as he fucked her. When her mouth fell open and her eyes widened, he knew she was ready to climax. "You coming, E?" he asked her, but she was so far gone at this point all she could manage to do was nod. "I'm almost there, baby." Elizabeth started whimpering his name, then said, "Oh ... this is it!" He felt her tremble beneath him, and she arched her neck as she came with a small, blissful cry. Doug came shortly after she did, a low growl emitting from his throat as he did so; there was one final shudder, and then he collapsed on top of her with a contented sigh. "Oh, Doug," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as her arms wound around him, "that was wonderful." "It was for me, too," he informed her. Elizabeth enjoyed the warm weight of him on top of her for a moment or two, then said, "Hey, where's your suitcase?" "In the car. I was so anxious to see you I left it there." She giggled, practically reveling in the power she had over him, then said, "Why don't you run out and get it? I'll clean up here and then we can go to bed." * * * Elizabeth wakes up and smiles sleepily at Doug when she realizes he's staring at her. "Morning, baby," she says in greeting as she slides closer to him for a cuddle, resting her cheek on his wonderfully sculpted chest as he wraps his arms around her. He smiles also, feeling the press of her bare breasts against his side and her left leg twining with his legs. "Good morning, E," he replies. "Sleep well?" "I did." "Good." She turns her head to plant a tiny kiss on his chest. "What do you want to do today?" she wants to know. "Doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you." Elizabeth giggles, kisses his chest again and says, "I'm dying to sink my toes in some warm sand ... why don't we have some breakfast, then hit the beach? How's that sound?" "Sounds good." "Then we can get some lunch at Bull on the Beach, unless you'd rather come back here." "Let's play it by ear, why don't we?" "Okay," she agrees. They lie there in silence for a while, their hands tenderly moving over each other until she asks, "What time is it anyway?" Doug raises his head slightly so he can see the alarm clock on her side of the bed. "Ten after seven," he tells her. "Damn it, I was hoping to sleep in while I was down here." Doug drops a kiss on her hair then slyly says, "I think I know what can put you back to sleep." "I think that's all you think about," she tells him with a chuckle. "Maybe." Elizabeth shakes her head and grins indulgently at him. "How about it?" he wants to know. "You did say you'd make last night up to me," she replies. "Why don't you do that now?" She watches as Doug gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, and she rolls onto her back. His hands, large and warm, seize her ankles and slowly spread her legs apart. He then settles himself between her thighs, and she shivers in anticipation as she feels his breath warm against her skin. "I like this," he informs her, as he traces an outline around her dark brown nest of pubic hair. "Not too bushy –" at this she giggles some more – "and not too bare. Just right." Elizabeth's body jolts when she feels his tongue gently lap at her clit, the sensitive little bud swelling under his ministrations. "You like that, E?" he murmurs. "Yes, baby." Her trembling hands stroke Doug's close-cropped black hair as he goes to work on her, and she swears she could die when she looks down to see his pale green eyes staring back at her, and he stops the action for a moment to give her a devilish smile. When he resumes he inserts his index finger into her wetness, and as he pulls it out he crooks it in a "come here" gesture; she exclaims in surprise – and pleasure – as he stimulates her G-spot. "Oh, Doug," she whispers, "oh, that feels so good ..." He continues licking and fingering Elizabeth until her legs quiver then lock around his head, and she wails softly as she feels her orgasm, good and strong, flow through her; it seems to start from her scalp and continue straight through to the soles of her feet. Then she looks down at him and gives him a huge smile. "That was fantastic," she whispers. He gets on his knees to regard her in silence, as if she's something he wants to buy, then in one smooth motion he enters her. She pulls his face to hers and kisses him, tasting herself on his lips, then runs her hands over his shoulders, down his back and to his rear end, which she grips as if for dear life. Doug thrusts himself deeply into her, then turns them together on their sides so nearly every inch of their bodies is touching as they move against each other. She slides her arm out from beneath him and reaches in the space between them to caress his balls and his thighs; he moans her name against her lips. "You like that, Doug?" he hears her ask, and he nods. "I can think of something you'll like even more." With that, she rolls him over so she can be on top, and starts sliding up and down his shaft, steadily increasing the speed at which she rides him. His hands convulsively grip her hips and he whispers her name, then his fingers move to her clit and begin stroking it; she throws her head back and closes her eyes. "Are you close, baby?" she wants to know, and he again nods in response. "Good," she adds, "because I'm close too." Elizabeth continues to rock herself on his shaft, sliding up and down and clenching herself tightly around him as she does so. "Jesus, E ... this is incredible," he breathes. He grits his teeth as he feels his impending climax, then grunts "I'm coming!" as he explodes inside her. His release triggers hers, and she throws her head back again as waves of pleasure course through her. When she's done she collapses on top of him. They rest together quietly for a few minutes, his hands slowly stroking her back, then she tips her face to his for a kiss. "How was that, baby?" she whispers, as she moves to lie beside him. "Wow," is all he can bring himself to say. Doug knows what he's talking about: about fifteen minutes after returning to bed, having quickly cleaned up in the bathroom, Elizabeth drifts off to sleep again, a very satisfied expression on her face. He gathers her in his arms, marveling at the coziness of the bed – he's used to having a king-sized one to himself most of the time, while the bed he's sharing with Elizabeth is only full-sized – and the warmth of her body against his, her breathing soft and even. Not long after she dozes off, he follows suit, with Elizabeth still nestled against him. * * * Elizabeth wakes again just before nine-thirty, smiling as she feels Doug's strong arms around her. I love this, she thinks. feel so safe and secure when he holds me. She enjoys this feeling for a few minutes then, careful not to wake him, she extricates herself from his embrace to use the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she's in the kitchen making coffee when she hears Doug moving around upstairs, then grins broadly at him as he joins her in the kitchen, clad only in gray sweat shorts. "Morning, babe," she says. "Morning." He gives her a quick one-armed hug and a kiss on her forehead. "Coffee smells good," he tells her, as he pours himself a cup. She indicates that he should have a seat at the kitchen table. "Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast okay for breakfast?" she wants to know. "Sounds good." "Juice is in the fridge if you want it." Doug watches Elizabeth as she works at the stove, her nightie barely covering the curve of her rear end. "Did I ever tell you that you've got the cutest little ass?" he wants to know after taking a hearty swig of coffee. "I could say the same thing about you," she tells him. She loads a plate with fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and toast, and brings it to him. As she stands next to him, his hand strokes her thigh, then moves under the hem of her nightie to her bare backside and rubs it. "Can't keep your hands off me, eh?" she jokes as she moves away from him to return to the stove, where she has a small pot of hard boiled eggs waiting to be peeled for her own breakfast. "Nope," he replies with a laugh as he digs in. Doug washes the dishes, then after quick showers they get ready to head to the beach. Elizabeth puts on a bright red and navy blue tankini and matching boyshorts which display perky little breasts, firm thighs and a nicely-shaped rear end to their fullest advantage. "Damn, E," he tells her, as he surveys her from head to toe. "What're you trying to do to me?" "I'm trying to get you to the beach sometime this weekend," she replies. He's got on black board shorts, and she frankly admires his well-defined chest. "Should probably put sun block on before we leave," she adds. "I'll get your back if you get mine." "I'd rather get your front," Doug leers. Elizabeth shakes her head and rolls her eyes at him. "Time enough for that later," she says. She pulls her hair up into a ponytail while he grabs the bottle of sun block from the nearby dresser. He squeezes some into his hand, moves to stand behind her and rubs the lotion into her pale, creamy skin. When he's done, he massages her shoulders, and then runs his hands slowly, tantalizingly up and down her upper arms. "Doug ... come on," she scolds him. "All right, all right, I give up," he tells her. He hands her the sun block so she can do him, and as she rubs the lotion on his back she thinks what a fine specimen he is – slabs of muscle packed on just right, wide shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and slim hips – and gets lost in reverie thinking about all the times she'd run her hands up and down his back as he fucked her with slow, steady strokes, the times when her fingernails grazed the skin (once or twice even drawing blood), the times her fingers convulsively gripped his broad shoulders as he thrust himself inside her, and she feels her mouth go dry. "E?" he asks, wondering why she's taking so long; with a shake of her head she clears her thoughts. "Sorry," she says. "Let's get going." * * * Doug carries the beach chairs while Elizabeth has a beach bag slung over her shoulder, packed with towels, a blanket, some bottled water, a Tom Clancy novel for him and gossip magazines for her, their mp3 players and (of course) more sunscreen. They set up shop on the 94th Street beach, and then he says, "Race you to the water," and takes off. "Cheater!' she shouts and starts sprinting after him, laughing as she does so. She catches up to him in knee-deep water, gasping when the cool water splashes up her thighs. "Want to go out further?" he wants to know. "Only if you hold my hand," she tells him, so he takes her hand in his and they walk out to a point where the water hits just under her breasts. "This okay?" he wants to know, and she nods. They play in the ocean until they're pushed back to where they started, and Doug leads Elizabeth to deeper water three more times to ride the waves. The fifth time he stops to kiss her ... then runs his right hand over her hip and to the front of her bathing suit bottom. "No, Doug," she tells him, as she bats his hand away. "You know what? I'm getting a little tired of hearing 'No, Doug,' Elizabeth," he snaps at her. "I don't want to be hearing that all damn weekend." "Not where people will see. It's not right." "No one can tell what I'm doing. The water's up over your waist." He turns her to face away from him, and his left arm snakes around her shoulders as his right hand moves carefully over her crotch; a casual observer would think Doug's just holding Elizabeth from behind to keep her upright in the water. His legs lock to brace himself against the waves as his fingers, large and warm, continue to tease her; she sags against him and her head lolls onto his shoulder. The tip of Doug's index finger traces tiny circles on her clit, and it takes all of Elizabeth's strength to keep from moaning, from crying out his name; then she squeals softly as he repeatedly taps the receptive nub at the top of her sex. He starts slowly, then increases the speed at which he stimulates her, then his voice rough against her ear says, "Hurry up, baby, people are getting closer." "Do it harder," she practically snarls, and he obeys, keeping a wary eye on any bathers who might get too close for comfort. Then she comes with a soft moan, his left arm around her shoulders tightening so she doesn't fall. After she's recovered, Elizabeth turns to face him, wraps her arms around him, and stands on tiptoe for a kiss. "Payback's a bitch," she reminds him with an impish grin, before moving away from him to jump for an oncoming wave. Here with Me Ch. 03 Saturday finds Doug and Elizabeth sleeping in after a long day spent at the beach, then a huge dinner at a seafood restaurant overlooking the bay and barhopping on the boardwalk till midnight. Elizabeth wakes to the sound of rain pattering on the deck. Crap, she thinks, I really wanted to go to the beach today. She debates whether or not to go downstairs to check the weather forecast on TV – she hopes the rain's just passing through and that the sun will come out eventually – but decides against it; she'd much rather stay in a warm bed snuggled up against Doug, their arms around each other and legs entwined. She smiles as she rests her chin on Doug's chest, inhaling deeply the male scent of him: soap, spicy cologne and a slight hint of musk, and she remembers kissing him for the first time, then burying her face in his shoulder and smelling that smell and getting extremely turned on by it ... and by his hands gently stroking then ever-so-slowly undressing her. Then she thinks of being at dinner with him Friday night, thinks of how he had furtively fondled her breast as he helped her into her chair when she returned from the restroom. "Why must you tease me?" she wanted to know. "I like it; it's fun. And you like it too. Admit it." Elizabeth nodded and smiled. "More wine?" he asked, gesturing at the bottle of chardonnay they'd ordered. "Yes, please." He reached for her glass and filled it. "Talk about being a tease," he mock-scolded her, "you strutting around in your bra and panties and heels in front of me, pretending to decide what to wear to go out tonight ... not to mention that skimpy little sundress you've got on." He indicated the strappy purple dress she wore, and she cocked an eyebrow at him. Sipping at her wine, Elizabeth waited for him to put the bottle back in the ice bucket. Then, very discreetly she slipped her right foot out of her shoe and placed it in Doug's lap, causing him to twitch in his seat. "Hey!" he exclaimed softly. "What are you doing?" "I told you earlier: Payback's a bitch," she replied saucily as a sly grin spread across her face. She moved the ball of her foot to the crotch of his khaki pants and started applying the gentlest pressure to his cock and balls, her eyes never leaving his. His lips parted and his tongue touched the corner of his mouth as she caressed him this way for a few moments, and she paused when their waitress approached their table. "Are you ready to order?" she asked. "I'm not sure what I want yet," Elizabeth replied. "What about you, baby? Need a few more minutes to decide?" All he could do was nod – he was afraid he'd groan if he tried to speak – so she asked the server, "Could we have a few more minutes, please?" As the server departed Elizabeth resumed moving her toes over his crotch. "Do you like that, baby?" she mouthed at him from across the table, all wide-eyed innocence – looking at her no one would suspect that she had her bare foot planted squarely in Doug's crotch, hidden as it was by the tablecloth – looking for all the world like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Again he could only nod. And he had to admit, the fact that Elizabeth was playing with him in public was really turning him on. The server returned to the table. "I'm really sorry," Elizabeth told her. "We've been so busy chatting we still haven't decided what we want. We'll need a few more minutes, please." As the server walked away again Elizabeth commented wryly, "We're going to have to leave her a really big tip for this," and continued rubbing his crotch with her foot. Minutes passed as Elizabeth continued this delicious torture; Doug had no idea how he kept a straight face despite being extremely aroused by what this beautiful woman was doing to him until he felt his impending orgasm. She grinned as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "You close, baby?" she asked even though she already knew the answer, but because he didn't want to blow his load in his pants he told her to stop. At this, Elizabeth leaned over enough that he could see down the front of her dress and asked him, "You don't want me to finish you off right here?" "No, you tease," Doug replied before getting up and heading to the bathroom, holding his napkin in front of himself to conceal his erection. He locked himself in a stall, unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft through the opening of his boxer shorts; then he pictured Elizabeth standing in front of him, her dress pulled up over her ass, that gorgeous little ass he loved so much, and he started stroking himself as he envisioned himself bending her over and ramming his cock into her hot, velvety sex. Then he imagined her whispered question of "Am I your dirty little whore, Doug?" "Yes," he told her. "Then say it, baby ... tell me you're going to fuck me like the dirty little whore I am. After what I just did to you in the dining room. Say it." He inhaled deeply, then heard himself fairly growl at her as he continued thrusting in and out, "This is what you get for being a dirty little whore, Elizabeth ... teasing me in the dining room like that ... you fucking tease ... I bet you like being fucked like this, all dirty little whores like you do ..." In his mind he could hear her crying out in ecstasy at all the filthy things he was saying to her, and at this he came with a shudder, catching his load in the napkin he'd brought with him from the dining room. After cleaning up and disposing of his soiled napkin in the men's room trash bin, Doug returned to the dining room to find Elizabeth waiting for him with an extremely cocky grin on her face. He moved to stand next to her, then leaned over and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. She raised her eyebrows at him as he sat down. "Everything okay, baby?" she wanted to know. "It's all good." He sipped at his wine. "I didn't want to piss off our server," Elizabeth told him, "so I ordered steamed clams and mussels as an appetizer, and broiled crab cakes for each of us. They're very good here. I hope that's okay." She stared back as Doug contemplated her quietly for a minute or two. "What is it?" she wanted to know. "Just thinking of how I'm going to get you back for that one." She giggled, then asked, "What, are we going to be one-upping each other all weekend?" "Certainly looks that way, doesn't it?" "God, I don't know if I'll be able to take it," she told him. She watched as he leaned across the table towards her. "Oh, E," he replied in a low voice. "Baby ... you don't have a choice." * * * Elizabeth raises herself on one elbow when she feels Doug stirring next to her. "You awake?" she asks softly. "Yeah." She leans over to kiss him on the cheek. "That the best you can do, E?" he teases, and she laughs. "No," she says simply. "I can do better." She presses her lips to his and parts them with her tongue, gently lapping at his teeth. When she withdraws her tongue, he slips his into her mouth, and he groans softly when she begins sucking on it. "That better?" she asks, when they both come up for air. "A little," he tells her. "I can think of something even better than that," she says. She rises to straddle his waist and kisses him again, then trails a line of kisses across his cheek to his earlobe, taking it carefully between her teeth for a quick nibble. Then her tongue laps at the sensitive skin just behind his ear, making him moan with pleasure. "How's that, baby?" she whispers. "It's okay," Doug replies jokingly. Elizabeth chuckles at this then tells him in a soft, sultry tone, "I'm just getting started." And with that, he feels her lips and tongue move down the side of his neck to his chest. "How about that?" she murmurs. "Getting better," he says. "But not by much." She nuzzles the base of his neck with her nose, then resumes kissing and licking a path down his chest. When she reaches the middle of his breastbone, she shifts her focus to his right nipple, giving it a few quick licks, then sucks on it; this she repeats on his left one, finishing with a gentle nip of her teeth, and she smiles when she hears him draw a deep breath. Elizabeth kisses a line down his nicely muscled abdomen, stopping when she reaches his navel, and she rims it with her tongue. "That tickles, E," he murmurs, and he sucks in his breath again as he feels her lips graze the top of his right thigh; his shaft starts to harden when her hair brushes against it. Slowly, delicately, she traces her lips and tongue along the line of his leg where it meets his torso, stopping at his hipbone. He reaches down to caress her cheek; she takes his hand in hers and kisses his palm, looking directly into his eyes as she does so, and he believes it's one of the sexiest things a woman's ever done to him. Then she outdoes herself: she rises to her knees, still holding Doug's hand, and slides his index finger in her mouth, running her tongue around it, which completely electrifies him. "Oh, baby ... that's so sexy," he moans, and she gives him a look that could melt steel. She inserts each of his fingers in her mouth in turn, alternately licking and sucking them, and when she's finished she moves up his torso, and he groans again as he feels her breasts seductively graze his skin. Then her mouth is at his ear again and she whispers, "Do you know how much I like to give you head, Doug? How much I like to suck your cock?" which further inflames his desire for her. Without waiting for an answer, she slides back down his chest and over his abdomen, pausing to briefly rub her nose in his pubic hair. Finally, her right hand wraps around the base of Doug's shaft, and he shudders as he feels her tongue lap at the head, then at the sensitive skin on the underside of it, and then she plunges him halfway into her mouth. When her lips move upwards, she flicks her tongue against him; she pauses at the tip before moving slowly downwards, her tongue circling his shaft. Elizabeth starts blowing him in earnest, her eager lips moving up and down and her tongue darting against him, her hand moving in time with her mouth, and every time she reaches the tip she licks a bit harder. His hands convulsively ball into fists on either side of her head, and her name escapes his lips with a groan. She takes a brief break in the action to rest her neck, leaving the tip in her mouth and gently sucking on it, thoroughly enjoying the lustful look on his face as he stares down at her, totally mesmerized by what she's doing to him. She hesitates for a moment, then starts massaging his inner thigh with her left hand as her right one drops to carefully caress his balls ... then her lips slide all the way down his shaft, and her nose is once again buried in his pubic hair. He cries out seeing that his entire six inches is in her hot little mouth, which languidly moves up and down the entire length of him, and he's amazed that she doesn't gag when he holds her head in place to prolong his pleasure as her tongue laps greedily at the base of his cock. Elizabeth doesn't seem to mind; she nuzzles her face in his pubic hair and inhales deeply the essential scent of him. When Doug lets go, she wraps her right hand around the base of his shaft again and resumes moving it in time with her lips and tongue; the only sounds in the room are his harsh exhalations and moans, and the wet, squishy sounds her mouth makes as she continues to blow him. "Oh, E ... oh, babe ... I'm so close," Elizabeth hears Doug sigh, and she stops what she's doing. She rises to whisper in his ear again, making sure to rub against his shaft as she does so, while her hand remains wrapped around the base of it and gently squeezes. This time she tells him, "I want you to come in my mouth, baby," before heading back south to finish what she's started. This turns Doug on even more (if such a thing is possible) and he feels himself ready to explode as Elizabeth takes him into her mouth one final time, her mouth and tongue moving faster by degrees up and down his shaft, her hand slipping up and down, her slender, delicate fingers warm around him as they grip him with such exquisite pressure and he's loving the feel of her lips sucking him and her tongue licking him as she blows him and he feels his climax begin at the base of his spine and he utters a long, low groan as he's carried off to a mindless Nirvana by what might be the most powerful orgasm he's ever had in his whole life. As his load spurts into her mouth, his hips tremble against her face and his fingers tangle in her hair, and he calls her name as he feels her mouth and fingers milk every last drop from him ... then one final violent shudder when he's truly sated, his head thrown back and his breathing labored, as if he's just completed a marathon. Doug's so out of it that he hasn't realized that Elizabeth's gotten off the bed and gone to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth. When she's done she returns with a washcloth and a hand towel; he gasps when he feels warm, damp terrycloth moving carefully over his crotch. Elizabeth tenderly cleans him up and dries him off, and after dropping the bath linens on the floor next to the bed, she lies back down next to him. Again her mouth moves to his ear and her breath is hot against his skin and she wants to know, "So, was that any better?" Here with Me Ch. 04 It's Sunday morning, Doug and Elizabeth's last day at the shore together, so after a quick breakfast they put on their swimsuits and head for the beach. "Let's try to sit a little bit away from everyone else," Elizabeth suggests as they cross the hot expanse of golden sand. "I'd like a little privacy, if it's possible." They stroll south and find a relatively unoccupied stretch of beach between 92nd and 93rd Streets. "How's this, babe?" he wants to know. "Perfect." He sets up two chairs for them while she unfolds the beach blanket and anchors it in place. "I'm going in for a bit, E," he tells her. "You coming with me or staying here?" "I'll stay here. I want to get some sun before heading into the water." He nods at this then, after she's settled into one of the beach chairs he bends to kiss her forehead and give her ponytail a playful tug before jogging to the water's edge. Elizabeth picks up one of the tabloids she'd bought Thursday night and tries to read, but is distracted by the sight of Doug frolicking in the surf; she watches as he plays in the waves, laughing loudly as a particularly rough one knocks him on his rear end. "That's going to leave a mark," she calls out to him through cupped hands. He gets up and looks at her over his shoulder, then sticks his ass towards her and rubs it with both hands. "You tease!" she shouts. "Come kiss it and make it all better for me," he jokes back. "Don't you wish!" She shakes her head at him, still laughing, and tries to turn her attention back to her gossip magazine, but is unable to do so. She keeps staring at him and thinks, He's got the most amazing body I've ever seen. Then her mind turns to thoughts of what happened Saturday afternoon: they'd taken two boogie boards with them to ride the waves, and after an hour or so of that Elizabeth lay down on the blanket to relax and allow the sun's rays to dry her off, smiling as Doug flopped down next to her. "That was fun," he told her, as he pressed a quick kiss on her shoulder. "It was," she admitted. They lay there in silence, enjoying the warm sea air until Doug said, "Damn it, I knew I forgot something." "What is it, baby?" Elizabeth asked. "You need to go back to the house for it? I'll give you the key." "No, I don't need it right now." She looked at him, momentarily puzzled, and then asked, "So what's the big deal then?" "I got something for you last night and forgot to give it to you." "What is it? What did you get me?" "It's a surprise, E," he told her. "Well, then let's go home so you can give it to me. The surprise, you pervert," she added when he leered at her. "No. Not just yet. I want to keep you in suspense." Elizabeth gave him a dark look and said, "I don't like surprises, Doug ... come on, tell me what it is." "Nope, E. You're just going to have to wait." "Damn it, Doug, don't tease me." He shook his head at her, then made a motion of zipping his lips. "I'll get you for that," she warned before fairly springing on him and tickling his armpits and his stomach (he's the only ticklish man she's ever been with); he started squirming and chuckling beneath her. "Knock it off, E," he said, as he started gently batting her fingers away from his skin. "Not until you tell me what it is!" He let her have her way with him for a moment or two, then his hands grabbed her hips and he flipped her over on her back onto the blanket. Quick as lightning he straddled her waist and started tickling her. "Don't like that very much, do you?" he wanted to know, as she started squealing loudly. "I give, I give!" she shrieked. "Stop it!" "All right," he said, as his fingers stopped digging into her sides, and she took a deep breath, trying to contain herself. Then he added, "Nope. Changed my mind," and she giggled as he resumed tickling her. Then his hands seized her wrists and held them at her sides. "We can go now, so you can give me my surprise, whatever it is. Then we'll come back here when we're done," she offered. "I don't know if you'll want to do that," he said. "Because I think you'll like it so much you'll want to stay in for a while." "It better be a pretty amazing surprise if you're making promises like that." "Oh, E, you know I always deliver on my promises." At this she laughed, a low and husky laugh, then she looked appraisingly at his crotch. "You give me what I want, I'll give you what you want," she told him. Doug purposely delayed their departure for home; first, he sunbathed a bit longer than they'd originally planned, then he wanted to take the boogie board back out for some more body surfing, but when he saw how impatient -- and subsequently annoyed -- Elizabeth had become, he said, "Come on. Let's head back instead." He could barely suppress a grin as she started hastily shoving their things into her beach bag. "Slow down," he called after her as she fairly raced up 94th Street towards Route 1; when he caught up to her at the crosswalk, she kept impatiently pressing the button for the Walk signal. Upon returning to the townhouse, they rinsed off excess sand with the garden hose, then Elizabeth let them into the house; she dropped her beach bag inside the front door and hurried upstairs to quickly shower and wash the saltwater from her hair, her bathing suit and her skin. By the time Doug had cleaned himself in the shower (again taking his good old sweet time to keep Elizabeth in suspense), she was seated in the middle of their bed, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair. He stood in the bathroom doorway clad only in a towel, leaning nonchalantly against its frame, and stared at her until she yelled "WHAT'S THE GODDAMN SURPRISE, DOUG? WHERE IS IT?" "Jesus, E, calm down," he laughed. She took the towel she'd been using to dry her hair and snapped it at him. "This isn't funny, Doug," she told him. "Okay, okay," he acquiesced, holding up his hands in surrender. "Take off that bath towel and close your eyes." "This better be worth it," she cautioned him in a drawl as she did what she was told, "or you're gonna pay and pay big." She listened as he opened his suitcase and rooted around in it for a bit; she heard the rustle of a paper bag and then the sound of a package being opened. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded impatiently when she heard the sound of something being put together. "You'll see," he said. "Hang on." He left the room, shutting the connecting door between the bedroom and the bathroom behind himself; she heard a strange muffled noise and then his voice saying "All right" as he re-entered the bedroom. "All right what?" Elizabeth snapped when she sensed Doug moving towards the bed, then quickly propping their pillows against the headboard. He crawled in behind her. "Slide back towards me, E," he told her, ignoring her irritated query. She moved to sit between his bare legs as he rested against the stacks of pillows. "Now spread open your thighs and bend your knees for me." "But what --?" "Just do it, Elizabeth. You'll see in a minute." He smiled craftily then said, "Lean against me." This she did, feeling something plastic against her right thigh and hearing a low, almost waspish sound. "What's that?" she wanted to know. "This," he replied softly; he wrapped his left arm tightly around her waist and she gasped when she felt him gently press a small vibrating rubber knob against her clit. Her hips bucked against it in surprise. "I thought we could have used this last night, for a little something different," he told her, his voice soft against her damp hair. "But then I had ... other ideas, so I forgot about it till now." Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as he moved the vibrator back and forth, then around the sensitive pink nub of her sex, and she yelped softly when she felt his fingers at her breasts. "You like this, baby?" he asked, before licking her neck. "Uh huh," she whispered. "Feel nice?" "It does." "You ever do this with anyone else?" he wanted to know, as his fingers teased her nipple while the vibrator continued to buzz against her. "No." "How about with yourself? You do this to yourself?" "Yes," she responded, her voice dreamy. "Do you think of me when you do this?" "Oh, God, yes!" "Do you think of anything else?" he asked, as he started nibbling her earlobe, making her sigh as she nodded. "Like what?" he persisted. "Sexy scenes in movies: you know, like The Big Easy, or 9 ½ Weeks, or Last Tango in Paris ... that sort of thing." "Anything else?" She giggled then moaned, "Yes." "Tell me, E." "I can't!" "Tell me," he repeated, moving the vibrator away from Elizabeth's clit; she groaned despairingly at this. "I can't," she said again. "You will, or I'm done." She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. "All right," she agreed softly, so he resumed playing with her. "Tell me," he said a third time when she didn't speak right away. "The one time," she began, "I fantasized being with another woman --" Damn! he thought, I wasn't expecting that! "-- it's not something I'm really interested in in real life ... but she's blonde and very pretty and she's kissing me, we're making out standing up ... and then she takes off all her clothes, and then she makes me lie down on the bed, on my back." Here she paused to take a few deep breaths. "Go on, Elizabeth," he murmured, feeling his shaft starting to get hard at the thought of her with a hot blonde woman. "She gets onto the bed next to me and slowly takes off my clothes ... and then she lies on top of me and kisses me some more, and her breasts are crushing mine and I feel her start to grind herself against me and oh my God, it feels so good ..." She fell silent for a moment, then a low exclamation of "oh!" issued from her lips and her trembling fingers clutched at the bed linens as he continued to tease her with the vibrator. "What else, baby?" he wanted to know. "She tells me she wants to suck my ... my tits," she said through gritted teeth as her head drooped against his shoulder, "and she starts doing it, then she wants to know if I'm liking how she sucks on my tits -- and I'm liking it, I really am and I'm not into women in the slightest but --" "Never mind that, baby," he ordered her. "And her lips and tongue feel wonderful on me and I'm moaning because I'm loving it -- and something feels so naughty about it, almost forbidden, like I'm being a very bad girl ... and then I look over and I see you sitting there watching us, watching what she's doing to me, and you're loving it, I can tell you are." Here Elizabeth flung her head back against Doug's shoulder, and he shuddered when her long brown hair cascaded over his shoulder, tickling his skin. "I would, baby," he whispered. Elizabeth inhaled deeply, then continued, her fingers tightening on the sheet, "So then she kisses her way down my stomach and gets closer and closer to my crotch ... she rubs my clit with her nose, then starts licking it and her tongue is so soft and hot, and I'm looking down to see her long blonde hair between my thighs as she goes down on me ... such a turn on ..." another pause, during which she takes a few more shaky breaths. "And then she sticks her tongue inside my ... inside my cunt --" Doug definitely wasn't expecting Elizabeth to say that! "And it feels amazing; then she stops to tell me she's going to lick all my -- juices --" that last word coming out as a squeal -- "that she's going to lick me clean and my God I don't know which is the bigger turn on ... what she's doing to me, or knowing that you're watching us together and getting turned on by it." She started whimpering when she felt his mouth moving over the base of her neck. "Go on, Elizabeth," he told her when he felt her body quaking against his; he knew she was not far off. "Tell me more." She drew a deep, shaky breath then whimpered, "And then I look over at you and I say 'oh, Doug, look, look at this dirty little bitch going down on me ... wanting me to come on her face, do you like seeing what she's doing to me?' and then I tell her, 'lick me harder, you fucking bitch, make me come! Make me come!' And --" she paused again, then continued in a nearly incoherent wail that steadily increased in volume, "and oh God baby I came on her face and she licked me clean just like she said she would and then she kissed my clit ever so gently and oh please baby please stop no more this is it, this is it!" and she screamed as she came so violently that her body jolted away from his, her back going rigid; she then slumped against him, her harsh, repeated exhalations the only sound in the room. Elizabeth sighed gustily as she felt the last wave of her explosive climax surge through her, then smiled as his right arm snaked around her waist. "My God," she whispered, her voice quivering, "I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life!" When she realized his shaft was hard against the cleft of her rear end, she chuckled weakly and told him, "Give me a few minutes to regroup, baby, and then I'll take care of you." * * * Doug stops riding the waves when he realizes Elizabeth is observing him with a faraway expression on her face. He calls her name; she doesn't acknowledge him. Then he yells it louder, and again she ignores him. Finally, he bellows "Yo! E!" which jerks her from her erotic daydream. "What?" she wants to know. "You going to sit there all day and stare at me or are you coming out to play?" "Give me a minute," she replies, needing time to gather her thoughts. She then gets up to join him in the surf, smiling as she nears him. "What were you thinking about, baby?" he asks, as he takes her in his arms and pulls her to him. "You," she replies, as she presses her cheek against his chest. "I was thinking about you and how I don't want the weekend to end." He chuckles at this. "Me either, E," he admits. "I wish we didn't have to go to work tomorrow." "We could call off," she offers. "No can do, E. Remember, I called off Friday so I could come down Thursday night." She sulks for a moment then says, "You're right." "And I know you'd much rather stay on the beach today, but I was thinking of trying to talk you into going back to the townhouse early," he murmurs. "I might be persuaded into it, if you try really hard." "Really?" he wants to know. She gives him an impish smile as she runs her hands up and down his back. He kisses her forehead and she says, "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you've convinced me. Let's go." He laughs at this, then takes her hand in his and leads her back to their beach chairs. They arrive at the townhouse fifteen minutes later and, after rinsing the sand from themselves they go inside, Elizabeth ahead of Doug, and once he's shut and locked the door behind him he grabs her by her shoulders and turns her to face him. "What are you --" Elizabeth begins to ask, but he cuts off her question with a firm kiss on the mouth. She feels his fingers at the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms, and squeals against his lips as he begins tugging them down; she follows suit, untying and loosening the drawstring of his black board shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor. The bottom half of her bathing suit soon lands around her ankles, and she kicks their discarded clothing away. Then Doug's fingers seize the hem of her tankini, and he slowly pulls it off and tosses it aside. She tips her face to his, but he doesn't kiss her right away; he pushes her hair back over her shoulders and gazes intently at her, his hands moving over her shoulders to her upper arms. "What is it, Doug?" she asks, her voice soft, and she smiles when he tells her, "You're beautiful, you know that? I've thought so ever since I met you." "You're very sweet," Elizabeth tells him, and he kisses her again. "Take me upstairs, baby," she instructs him when he comes up for air. "I thought you'd never ask." With that, he carries her upstairs to their bedroom and gently places her on the bed. Again he stops to silently look her over. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asks coyly. "I just want to look at you for a minute." He continues to stare at her in silence, his eyes devouring every inch of her tanned creamy skin. Then he murmurs "So beautiful," before lying down next to her. She slides closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck, while his hands gently clasp her waist. Her foot slowly, tantalizingly rubs up and down his calf as she kisses him, her tongue touching his lips until they part for her, and when her tongue's in his mouth he sucks on it almost greedily, making her moan with desire for him, the desire he knows how to fan so well ... then his hands are on her ass and he's pushing her against him so he can grind his crotch into hers. Elizabeth seizes the back of Doug's head with both hands and forces his face closer to hers so she can thrust her tongue further into his mouth. "Ow, baby," he protests, his voice muffled, "that hurts." "I'm sorry," she tells him, as she loosens her grip on his head. "But, Doug, I want you so much!" "I want you too, E, but you don't need to beat me up to get me turned on. And if you're into S&M or something, we're gonna have to talk about that," he jokes, which makes her giggle. Then they both fall silent at the near gravity of the situation: it's the last day of their long and supremely pleasurable weekend together, which neither wants to end, and she sighs. She presses her forehead into his chest and caresses his shoulders and upper arms as his fingers play gently over her back. "Elizabeth?" he asks, wondering if she's dozing off. "Mm?" "You okay?" He feels her nod. "What's going on?" he wants to know. Without a word, she slides out of his embrace; she takes his left hand and kisses his palm before pressing it against her cheek, then guides his right to her sex and manipulates it so he's caressing it. Then she looks at him, her brown eyes large and solemn in her face and she mouths "Love me, Doug" before kissing him again. That's all the invitation he needs, so he probes her with careful fingers and starts rubbing her clit, his index finger slipping over it as her hand drops to his shaft and strokes it ever so slowly. They're both of the same mind -- wanting this last bout of lovemaking to last as long as possible to put off their eventual parting from one another -- so their hands and mouths and tongues move languidly over and against each other until his breath issues from parted lips in harsh exhalations and she whimpers her pleasure against his ear. Doug pulls away from Elizabeth for a beat; she nods slightly at the question she sees in his eyes, so he rolls them over so she's on her back and he's atop her. "Oh, baby," she whispers as he nudges her legs apart with his knees then plunges his shaft into the hot, wet velvet center of her being. She moves her hips in time with his thrusts so he can go deeper into her, gasping in surprise when she feels the tip press against the entrance to her womb. "Did that hurt?" he asks her in a low voice as he stops what he's doing for a moment. She shakes her head. "I just wasn't expecting it, is all," she reassures him; once he knows she's okay he resumes fucking her with long, slow strokes, her hips continuing to rise to meet his ... then her whispered command of "Stick it all in, baby ... all the way in ... as deep as you can go ... oh, so good ..." which arouses him even more. He obeys, and her tiny cries of delight let him know that it's all right, it's perfectly all right. Here with Me Ch. 04 Elizabeth whimpers as she feels her climax start to build, and she can tell it's going to be good and strong. "Almost there, baby?" he asks, and all she can do is nod. "I am too," he adds. He pauses for a beat to kiss her, then resumes driving himself in and out of her slick wetness; when he feels it tighten around his cock he knows she's going to come soon. Her hands slide down his back and over his ass and push down on it, as if trying to propel his shaft even deeper into her. She whispers his name, drawing it out several beats, then her soft exclamations of "oh!" let him know that she's very, very close; these repeated exclamations and the grunting noises he makes each time he pushes inside her the only sounds in the early afternoon air, which smells of saltwater and suntan lotion and sweat -- a pretty heady and lustful combination -- and he finds himself borne away on a wave of utter ecstasy as he comes, and he carries her along with him as her climax answers his, and she cries his name when she comes, her soft wetness constricts even more around him as her hands tighten on his rear end. She sighs with contentment, loving the warm, musky weight of him when he collapses on top of her, and he groans when he feels her muscles continue to clench around him, as if to drain him dry. He takes a moment to regroup, then raises himself slightly to give her a deeply ardent kiss. "Wow," he breathes as he rolls off her and onto his back. "Wow is right," she jokes weakly, taking her own time to regain her senses, then they're in each other's arms again and she's snuggling against his chest. They rest together, their hands tenderly caressing each other until she confesses in a whisper, "I don't want you to go." "I don't want to either, baby, but I have to." "I wish you could stay here with me." "I wish I could too, Elizabeth, but I can't." She falls silent for a moment, then wants to know, "Can we get together after work on Friday?" "I have plans Friday night; how about I come up Saturday?" "That'll work." They continue lying together quietly until he reluctantly says, "We should probably get cleaned up and get ready to head out." "You're right," she tells him, just as unenthusiastically. "I really don't want to but ... I know we have to, Doug, you don't need to remind me," she petulantly adds when he goes to say something in response. They shower together in silence, then she tells him when they're drying each other off, "If you could tidy up downstairs, I'll clean the bathroom and change the sheets. I'll take them with me to wash at home, and give them back to Greg and Allie the next time I see them." He nods, and once he's dressed he goes downstairs to sweep the floors and empty the trash. Forty-five minutes later, Doug returns to the bedroom to find the bed freshly made and Elizabeth packing the last of her things. "Need me to take that downstairs for you?" Doug asks, indicating her suitcase. "Sure," she tells him, as she zips it shut. Elizabeth follows him to the living room, then waits inside the front door, watching as he takes his bag out to his car. He slams the trunk lid shut and turns to see her watching him from the doorway, a miserable expression on her face. "Elizabeth, baby," he tells her, as he rejoins her there, "there's no reason for the sad face. You'll see me on Saturday." He kisses her, one of his deep, soulful kisses that she loves so much then tells her, "I'll take the earliest train I can, I promise." "Okay," she replies, her voice small. "Do you want a soda or water for the road?" He shakes his head. "No, I'm good, E, but thanks anyway," he answers. They stand there together for a few minutes, then he says, "Well, I really should get going if I want to avoid the traffic." "You're right; I think I'm going to grab a soda and head on out too," she replies. Yet neither makes a move to leave until he says lamely, "Well ... I'd better head on out then." "Drive safely," she tells him, "and call me when you get home." "Will do -- you too, E." He bends to kiss her again, and she clutches his shoulders tightly as if to prevent him from leaving. "Gotta go, baby," he adds, as he disentangles himself from her embrace. He kisses the top of her head, turns and leaves her. Elizabeth remains in the doorway as Doug walks to his car, and when his car's backed out of its parking spot she raises her hand and waves farewell; he does the same. She shuts the door as he drives off and sighs, realizing that she'd forgotten to ask him to clean the small powder room just off the kitchen. She quickly freshens it up, then goes back into the living room. She stands in the middle of it and looks at the sofa in silence. She thinks of lying there with Doug, her head in his lap and his hands tenderly stroking her hair as they watched television. She remembers the slow smile he'd given her when she playfully blew a raspberry on his thigh -- "I can think of better things for you to blow," he'd joked, making her laugh, while his pale green eyes twinkled mischievously at her. She remembers dozing off cuddled up against him, then waking up and loving the feel of his big strong arms around her, not wanting that feeling to end; then she remembers his surprise arrival on Thursday night, how he had hustled her onto the sofa to fuck her, and how wonderfully exciting it had been to see him, to touch him, to taste him ... "Get a grip, Elizabeth," she scolds herself. She goes back into the kitchen to get a diet Coke; when she opens it soda sprays all over the recently cleaned counter. "Damn it," she curses, and she pulls a paper towel from the nearby roll. She hesitates for a moment, then impatiently wads the paper towel into a ball and tosses it aside. "I wish we had taken tomorrow off," she says out loud. "Maybe I can talk him into taking a half day tomorrow. He can't be that far away, he didn't leave too long ago." Elizabeth gets her cell phone out of her purse and calls his, which immediately goes to voice mail -- odd he doesn't have it on, she thinks. "Doug, it's me," she says after the tone. "I can't believe this, you've only been gone for a little while and I miss you already." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I wish you were still here with me, baby. I had a fabulous time this weekend, and I hope you did too. See you Saturday." She disconnects the call, picks up the discarded paper towel and cleans the kitchen counter, a wistful look on her face. * * * Doug stops at a convenience store to get gas; as he's buying a bottle of water (should have taken one when Elizabeth offered it to me, he thinks) he realizes that his cell phone has been strangely silent. He takes a quick glance at it and sees that it's shut off -- he could have sworn he'd turned it on when he left -- and when he returns to his car, he powers up his phone. A chiming noise indicates that he has a missed call, and another a voice mail message, so he looks at the display and smiles when he sees Elizabeth's cell phone number. He then checks his voice mail and grins even wider when he hears her voice, warm and silky, down the line. He replays her message once, twice as he sits in his car, thinking of the pensive tone she used when she said that she already missed him. * * * Elizabeth places a bottle of water on top of her suitcase by the front door and decides to make one final check of the house before leaving -- she wants to make sure that the place is as clean as she'd found it on Thursday -- saving the master bedroom for last. She stands in the doorway, silently staring at the bed they'd shared until she felt tears spring to her eyes. "What is the matter with me?" she asks out loud, as she closes her eyes and presses her hand to her lips, as if to hold back the crying fit she feels coming on. "It's not as if you're never going to see him again," she reminds herself. "Grow up, girl! You'll see him on Saturday!" But she can't help herself, thinking of all the incredibly sublime things they'd done to each other in this bed (and in the shower, and on the deck, and on the sofa downstairs), and that painful sense of longing, of sorely missing him hits her hard; she sits down on the edge of the bed, picks up the pillow he'd slept on and buries her face into it for a good weep. She imagines she can still smell him on it, which hurts even more. Then Elizabeth hears an insistent rapping at the front door. "Not now," she thinks angrily. She ignores it, hoping whoever it is will just go away; however, the knocking persists, further aggravating her. She tosses the pillow aside and swipes impatiently at her face, then shambles down the steps to the front door. "I'm sorry but --" she begins to say as she opens the door, then she's stunned speechless when she realizes that Doug's standing on the front step. "Hey, baby," he greets her with a big grin. "Doug! I thought you were going home!" she finally exclaims. "I was, but then I got your voice mail message, and I felt so bad when I heard how much you missed me ... so I thought I'd come back to be here with you. At least for a little while longer." At this her face lights up and she smiles; he gathers her in his arms and kisses her. "You almost missed me," she says. "I was getting ready to leave." "Now that would have been a shame," he replies. "Wait a minute, E ... were you crying?" he wants to know, just now noticing her reddened eyes and tear-streaked face. She nods. "Call me crazy," Elizabeth tells him, "but I was standing in the master bedroom and couldn't stop thinking about you, about being here with you ... and I just couldn't help it." "Oh, babe," he says simply before kissing her again. "Why don't we go inside ... I'll make it all better," he adds, a sly expression crossing his face. "Promise?" she asks in response, just as slyly. "Cross my heart." Elizabeth pretends to give his suggestion some thought, then says, "All right." She knows once she's got Doug upstairs she'll be able to convince him to stay much longer (oh, she can be very persuasive when she puts her mind -- not to mention other things -- to it), so she takes his hand and leads him back into the townhouse, shutting the world outside with a firm click of the lock behind them.