Falling In by Avery Stark Page B

lonely folds, pushing up inside
just enough to make her moan.
    Audrey
arched her back and rocked her hips over his hand, letting go of the
apprehension that was there just moments before.  He was irresistible, which
made it impossible for her to stop either one of them from pushing deeper into
their taboo lust.
    After a
few minutes, Liam jerked her shorts and panties down and forced her to sit back
down on the rough driftwood log.  When he got her there, he pushed her knees
apart and started to leave a light trail of kisses that led to her warm,
quivering folds.
    Audrey’s
eyes pressed together and she cried out as his lips wrapped around the very
precipice of her slit and he began to suckle in short, quick bursts.  She felt
him slip his fingers back inside and start to thrust in time with his skilled
tongue’s licks.
    She ran
her fingers through his long hair and used it as leverage to make him go deeper
and harder.  All of the hurt and fear that she collected only made the desire
for him burn hotter.  She needed to feel something else; needed to feel the
passion whose existence was all but forgotten.
    It
didn’t take long for the powerful grip of release to take up a spot in the very
pit of Audrey’s stomach.  Her nails dug down into his scalp and she threw her
thighs apart as her screams echoed over the thunderous sea.  The waves of pure
ecstasy sped through every last nerve.
    “Yes,”
she cried out and finally opened her eyes to get a good look at him between her
legs as she came--almost violently--onto her lover’s fingers and lips.
    Liam was
careful to ease back out only when she was completely finished.  After, he
wiped his talented mouth with the inside of his shirt.  Audrey watched him
carefully but didn’t move.  She was stuck against the fallen tree and gasped
for air like a fish out of water with knees that trembled so hard she was sure
that they would start knocking.
    Her
partner rose back up between her legs, never once even hinting that he expected
her to return the favor.
     “I have
to get you home.”  He leaned over her and pecked her chin.  “You’ve got work in
the morning.”

Chapter
7
     
    Audrey
dipped her head beneath the stinging hot needles of water that cascaded from a
shower head just above.  So too did the fresh memories of her encounter with
Liam the night before.
    She
moved into the hot jet and let it cover her face.  With eyes clamped shut, she
allowed herself go back to their sensual meeting.  It didn’t take much for her
to remember how his lips felt against her most tender flesh; how she could feel
every tickling grain of sand between her toes as they curled in pure ecstasy.
    The
water gushed past her fingers as she ran them over her shoulders and continued
down to her naked stomach.  When she reached the tempting curve of her hip, a
shudder of delight nearly made her slip on the soapy water beneath her feet.
    Her eye
lids snapped open and she quickly turned the water off.  The last thing that
she needed was to get carried away, fall and knock herself out with nobody
around.
    “Wow,”
she said and tried to wave away the thick curtain of steam that filled the
spacious bathroom.  She flung the shower curtain open and wrapped a light green
towel around her body.  Even though the sink and mirror were a few feet away,
she could barely see the outline of either through the fog.
    A
pattering of water drops on the cool tile followed Audrey as she carefully
walked over and wiped away the mirror with her hand.  Some time passed before
she sat back and took a good, hard look into her own deep blue eyes.  In a way,
it was something that she was avoiding.  The truth about everything was right
there, hardly veiled by irises that seemed to tell the story of the struggle
going on inside.  Framing them, thin threads of red fanned out over the whites
from a few too many hours of crying.
    Audrey
ran both hands through her sopping wet hair and lifted, allowing small