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Brett looked around the neighborhood curiously. He studied the address in his hand once more and then shrugged. He was definitely in the right place, but . . .
He’d only been back in Auckland for a week and though two months had seemed such a short time to be gone, it was as if the whole city had changed. All the construction and roadwork was driving him crackers. Still . . .
Gathering his courage, he knocked on the door. After a moment, he heard soft footfalls from the other side and the door was abruptly pulled open.
"Yes?" the woman said.
Brett stared. He couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. Tall and lithe with big brown eyes, long auburn hair and there was something so tantalizingly familiar about her it teased at his brain. He knew her! Yet, no name came to mind. Still, he could swear he recognized her, even if he didn’t know why.
"Yes?" the woman repeated. She stared imperiously at the tall man who stood on her porch.
"Oh, yes," Brett mumbled. He swallowed convulsively and then said, "I’ve come about the advert. The flat for rent," he amplified.
She nodded, looked him up and down as if she could see all his secrets and said, "I see." She paused and asked almost tentatively, "I expect you’d like to see it?"
He nodded and agreed, "Yes. Please."
She smiled and it was as if the sun came out. Her mouth curved upward, her eyes seemed to sparkle and with a swing of her thick shiny hair, she gestured toward the pathway at the side of the house. "It’s out back."
"It did say semi-detached." The woman seemed to be about his age, yet there was something regal about her, something in her attitude that suggested she was older than she appeared.
"It is that," she agreed. "I’d be your landlady, Mrs. Clemens. And you might be?"
"Brett." He felt almost as if he were back in school. Her bearing reminded him of a teacher, disciplined and confident.
Mrs. Clemens, it was difficult, at the moment, to think of her as anything else, led him through a beautifully maintained yard to a little gem of a cottage. The outside looked good. The inside even better. It was small, but tastefully furnished and very clean. It had a tiny kitchen, bedroom and lounge. The loo was small and there was only a shower, no tub, but that was all right, especially since the price was right.
"You understand," she was saying, "you’d have your own keys and access. I keep the rent low as long as you’re willing to work in the garden and help when things around here need fixing. Usually I rent to University students."
"I understand."
"You have references?"
Brett nodded and he and Mrs. Clemens returned to her house to work out the arrangements.
One month later
Elizabeth Clemens watched out the kitchen window as Brett worked in the garden. It was a hot day and he had removed his shirt. He had a broad muscled chest. With interest, she watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he weeded the yard. He straightened for a moment and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. The muscles in his abdomen rippled briefly and it was such an amazing sight she sucked in her breath. She turned from the window and sighed. He had been a pretty teenager and he was now a handsome man.
She had been shocked when he had appeared at her door in answer to the advert. There had been no reason for her to assume he would remember her and so far, he hadn’t. Well, she hadn’t been much in secondary school and she wasn’t at all sure she was much now. A bloke like him, he had to have lots of pretty friends, lots of women around him . . .
Brett was certain he knew Elizabeth, but still unsure how. After a week of living there, she’d finally told him her first name and requested he use it. He liked her, but was always afraid to ask her any personal questions. She never seemed to invite familiarity of any kind and he was just a little too raw to push. He liked living in her cottage and happily tended the garden for her on his days off. She in turn seemed pleased by his enthusiasm and would leave fresh baked muffins or teacakes in his kitchen.
Still, he was interested in her as well as attracted and one night he came home very late and noticed a light on in her kitchen. He’d been in a pub, checking out a band and he’d had a few. He wasn’t drunk, but he was inebriated enough to be brave.
He knocked on her back door and after a moment, she opened it.
"What is it?" she snapped.
Brett stared. Elizabeth looked miserable. Her eyes were red rimmed as if she had been crying and her skin was pale.
"I saw your light," he mumbled. "I thought . . . can I help?"
"Help?" she repeated.
"You look like . . . you could use a shoulder."
"A shoulder?" she echoed.
Stubbornly he continued, "I want to help."
"You want to help," she said. She seemed to pull herself together then. She stepped back and invited him to come in.
Brett entered a little unsteady on his pins. He stood uncertainly in her kitchen. It smelled of vanilla and sugar and he knew suddenly who she was. "We went to school together, didn’t we?" he asked.
She stared. "Finally remembered, did ya?"
He nodded. "You were . . . you used to bring biscuits to school, all the time. Sugar ones. But you weren’t Elizabeth then, you were Beth."
Elizabeth laughed. "That was me. It was also 15 years ago."
"You don’t look a day older," he said loyally.
She laughed. "Of course I do."
"I knew I knew you. What have you been doing all these years?"
She sighed. "I married, then divorced. Received enough of a settlement to live comfortably. I don’t do anything."
"It suits you."
"Brett, you always were a terrible liar."
He shook his head. "I thought you were pretty then and I think you’re pretty now."
She sucked in her breath and asked softly, "Do you really?"
She gestured to a chair at the table and then seated herself. Brett slowly moved to the chair and sat down. He smiled encouragingly at her and asked, "What’s wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, honestly. I was watching a silly movie on the telly and . . ." she paused and sighed. "So what have you been doing all these years?"
Brett gave her the short version, skipping his abortive marital try altogether. Instead, he spent a bit of time trying to amuse her with details of his trip to California. A Kiwi in Los Angeles was a unique experience. Of course, he didn’t tell her everything, but he was rewarded, first with a tentative smile, them with a full one and finally with laughter. It was the laughter that did it.
She was smiling, her eyes sparkling and her mouth curved. She looked incredibly young and attractive and he felt a wave of desire wash over him with the force of a hurricane. He stared at her and sucked in his breath. He held the eye contact for a long moment while he watched her face flush. Then abruptly she broke the contact, stood up and went to stare out the window to the garden.
Elizabeth tried to catch her breath, her back to Brett. Suddenly there was so much energy crackling between them, so much heat it was overpowering her. Especially since she was sure the attraction was all one-sided. All on her side. He was so handsome she was convinced there was no way he could want her. Any attraction she thought she was feeling from him HAD to be in her imagination.
She stood staring out the window for what seemed like a very long time. Then she felt him move behind her. He gave off a powerful heat like a steam furnace. She could feel his body looming behind her.
"Are you okay?" he asked. The beer had made him bold. When he’d known her as a teen, he’d wanted to date her, but he’d been too shy to ask her out. She’d been dating the star of the rugby team and even after they’d broken up, he was sure she’d never be interested in him. He may have missed his original chance, but he was bloody well bound and determined NOT to miss this one.
"Fine," she mumbled. She could feel his breath on her ear. He was so close, too close really; moving even closer until he completely invaded the personal space she tried to set around herself.
He said her name very softly, and then she felt rather than saw him inch closer still. His mouth and face were sniffing her hair. She could see the reflection in the glass and it made her go weak in the knees. She turned her head and suddenly they were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. She swallowed hard and turned away, afraid of the need that had to be naked in her eyes.
He said her name again, slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his hard firm body. He whispered, "Beth, It's not your imagination."
She said nothing; not sure she could speak, not trusting her voice at all.
"I always liked you," he murmured into her ear. "Don't be afraid of me."
"Afraid?" she echoed. "Why should I be afraid?"
His arm around her waist tightened and she could feel him press against her. Then she felt his soft lips on the side of her face and the kiss was like a tiny tendril of flame. She moaned softly and turned around so that she faced him. "Why would you think I'm afraid?"
He touched her face with the back of his hand. "You keep trying to back away. I thought . . ."
She laughed. "Not afraid. I thought you were only being nice. You always were nice."
He smiled. "You think I’m only being nice?" he repeated incredulously.
She nodded.
His smile widened and his eyes began to spark with desire. "I've been attracted to you since the first moment we re-met, bloody hell, I was attracted to you when we were in school, but too shy to do anything."
His confession blew her away. "Really?" He nodded. She put her arms around his neck.
He pulled her to him. He bent his head and his lips brushed over hers; lighter than air and softer than anything she’d ever felt before. She felt as if her entire body was now focused on feeling those lips touch her again. She pulled his head down and kissed him, her mouth touching his.
She rubbed her lips on the silk that were his lips and tangled her fingers in his hair. As she kissed him, she could feel the fuzz of his goatee brush against her skin. His hands were sliding up and down her body, his fingers tracing her curves. His groin pressed against her and she could feel how hard he was. It amazed her that she’d aroused him so much.
He pulled back and sucked first her upper lip and then her lower one. She moaned and slid her hands from his neck, down over his muscled biceps. His body was so hard and hot. He was so intensely male, and he smelled so good, not of after shave or cologne, just of bloke and a spicy perfect scent all his own.
She pressed against him, rubbing her groin against his. He groaned and then began to kiss her neck. The feel of his lips, tongue and goatee against her skin was overwhelming.
She moaned. She ran her hands over his shoulders and then reached for the bottom of his shirt. She slid her hands under the cotton fabric determined to feel his chest.
His mouth moved lower and his hands more bold as she grew bolder too. She could feel his goatee rubbing against her cleavage, his tongue running up and down the hollow, as he was pulling her blouse out of her skirt.
She ran her hands up inside his shirt, feeling those steel hard muscles and soft furry hair. She reached his nipples and ran her nails over them. He moaned and reached around her back expertly unsnapping her bra.
He raised his face and smiled at her. Two perfect beautiful dimples came out and she couldn't breathe for a moment. She stopped what she was doing and just stared, and then she stepped back and got her blouse and bra off. Next, she went for his shirt. She gasped when she got it off.
He had obviously spent time and effort working on his upper body. It reminded her of a sculpture worthy of Michelangelo or Rodin. His shoulders and arms were perfection, his biceps heavily corded with muscles. His chest was covered with lovely dark curly hair; it seared a trail into the waistband of his jeans. His pectorals were awesome, round, firm, and the declination of his chest and the firmness of his stomach and abs was beyond amazing.
Before she could catch her breath he pulled her to the floor and buried his head between her now freed breasts.
She felt his mouth and tongue lightly moving over one of them, while his hand gently massaged the other. She moaned his name and rocked against him. She gripped his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his lovely mouth closer.
As he took a nipple into his mouth, she felt a gush of liquid explode out of her. Her body was totally turned on, the lust and desire exploded off her skin, turning the room into an inferno.
As if he knew what was happening to her, he paused in his perusal of her breasts and looked up. His eyes were dark chocolate and full of desire. His eyelashes were so beautiful and his mouth was open, his tongue peeking out. She slid down and pulled his face to hers, wanting to feel those lips, wanting to kiss those lips until she couldn't kiss anymore.
He pulled her tight their chests rubbing together soft meeting hard heat meeting heat. His tongue probed her lips and she opened her mouth willingly. She ran her hands over his back and then just held on as they kissed.
She pulled away; unable to breathe panting so hard she thought her heart would explode. She wanted him, NOW.
He seemed to sense her need and matched it with his own. His hands reached for the fastenings on her skirt at the same time she reached for his zipper. Their arms collided and they laughed. "Maybe we should," she began as he said, "I think I should . . . " they both laughed and collapsed on the floor in mirth.
She lay there for a moment looking at him, then rolled on her side and began to caress his chest. His skin was hot and where he wasn't hairy, he was smooth and soft. It was like touching liquid fire. "You take such good care of yourself," she muttered.
He shrugged as if it was of no consequence. She ran her nails over his crotch and began to unzip his jeans. He lifted up so she could tug them and his briefs down and she was rewarded with his beautiful shaft standing erect and throbbing.
She bent her head to taste him. His penis throbbed at the feel of her breath on it and jumped for her mouth. He lay flat on his back, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth open, his tongue lying against that ripe juicy bottom lip. His chest heaved with labored breathing. She blew on the tip of his shaft.
He groaned her name and thrust his pelvis toward her mouth. A drop of pre-come appeared and she flicked out her tongue to lick it off. He groaned again.
She smiled and moved further between his legs, taking his erection gently into her hands and running her fingers up and down it as she licked the sensitive head. It jumped and throbbed as her fingers caressed him.
He moaned and she saw the muscles in his stomach ripple and tighten. It was such an awe-inspiring sight she moaned with him. She licked her way over the head, tasting his flavor and loving the steady moans he was now making.
Finally, she began to lick up and down the outline of his shaft, teasing one side with her nails as she kissed and wet the other side. He was getting harder by the moment, his hips and pelvis were moving, jerking up and to the side.
"You're driving me crazy," he muttered uncomfortably.
She laughed then took him into her mouth. He was like hot molten lava, thick, hard and pulsing with blood. She held him in the wetness and then began to suck.
He grunted and pushed himself at her. His hands moved to her hair and tangled in the silken thickness.
She began to glide up and down, keeping the suction steady, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, undecided as to whether she wanted him to come in her mouth or elsewhere.
He grunted and tried to hold her face steady, trying to move with her. Abruptly she pulled back, keeping only the head in her mouth. She slid her tongue around and sucked hard.
He howled, there was no other word for it and thrust up, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. Her teeth must have scratched him as he pushed in, but he didn't seem to mind. He gripped her face tightly and then shifted up and began to simulate the movements of sex. He thrust in and out quickly, going deeper each time, until finally her face was almost buried in his pubic hair.
She let him have his way for awhile and then began to suck as he thrust. He growled her name, made a loud raspy noise deep in his throat and then his body began to shudder and he came in her mouth. His hips jerked, his pelvis thrust and he bit his lip.
She swallowed him down happily. He tasted good although mildly of beer. She sucked until he was soft within her mouth and he was groaning again. Finally she released him and sat back on her heels. He was lying there panting, that lovely chest moving up and down as if powered by pistons. She gazed at him with a stupid grin on her face until he finally spoke.
"That was . . ." he swallowed. "Your turn."
"My turn?" she echoed. Now that he was looking at her, his eyes alight again; she felt herself grow wet just imagining all the things he might do.
He sat up and touched her face lightly. His huge hands were so beautiful and gentle. He traced her cheeks and lips lightly, his fingertips barely grazing the skin and then he pulled her close.
His breath whispered against her ear. "I am a gentleman."
She shivered in his arms.
He kissed her. His soft mouth rubbed gently against hers and his tongue came out and licked her lips. She shivered again feeling her body heat up and her skin tingle with arousal. His tongue slid into her mouth teasing her teeth. She put her arms around him and reveled in the feel of it.
They kissed for a long time, their mouths exploring their hands running over flesh learning the hot spots. He discovered the nape of her neck and she found his nipples were as sensitive as hers were. They kissed and groped like randy teenagers until their mouths began to swell. Then he pulled his mouth from hers with a gasping breath and began to kiss along her throat.
She moaned his name and watched his face move along her body. His goatee tickled, his tongue licked and that lovely soft mouth lay wet little kisses all over her. It was erotic and hot, sensuous and sensual and she loved it.
He kissed his way to her breasts. He rubbed his lips over the areola and then teasingly over her nipple. Her body was full of sensations. As he began to lick her nipple slowly, she felt the liquid drip from her.
She held his head closer, feeling the soft silky hair on his head run through her fingers. She ran her hands over his shoulders. His skin was golden, honey colored and his shoulder blades were gorgeous.
She moaned his name as he finally took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it lightly. She arched against his face as his other hand trailed down her body.
She began to pant her breath impossible to catch. Her heart was beating so fast and her clit throbbed so hard. Yet, as aroused as she was, she didn't want him to hurry.
She felt his fingers teasing the lips of her sex and her body pressed against him. She knew she was more than damp, she was soaked and he had to know how turned on she was. He slid a finger in and then slowly drew it out. He raised his head from her chest and brought the finger to his lips. Slowly he licked the juices off and whispered, "Mmm. Very tasty." Then he pushed her on her back and moved between her legs.
She groaned as he began to spread her legs. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, tickling her with his goatee. Her legs opened wider and her sex pushed toward him. He ran his hands along her legs, tracing the muscles and curves and then continued to tease her. He laid soft wet kisses over her thighs then as he reached the juncture between her legs; he ran his tongue between thigh and sex.
She moaned loudly and thrust her pelvis toward him. Finally he gripped her upper thighs and pulled her pelvis to him.
She felt his warm breath blow on her nether lips and jumped at him. He licked the outer folds of her sex darting his tongue inside for a moment and then went back to kissing her thighs.
She groaned his name and grabbed for his head to pull him against her. He moved in willingly, as if he had only been waiting for her ardor to match his.
He settled in as if she were a feast. His tongue dived inside her dancing darting tasting licking; his goatee teased the outer lips of her sex. She was drowning in the sensuousness of it. He ate her with a vengeance, as if she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. He licked and teased, sucked and rubbed until she was writhing so hard and her clit ached so badly, she thought she would explode.
He teased her bud with the tip of his tongue, licking then stopping and moving to another part of her sex. She was moaning in no known language, just sounds of pleasure. Finally, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked it lightly. She began to explode. Her body spasmed and clenched and the juices flowed from her into his waiting mouth. She came and came and came as she humped at his face.
He pulled back, licked his lips and then grinned at her. "You liked that."
She couldn't speak. She was still trying to breathe.
He grinned, wiped his dripping chin on her thigh and sat up. He glanced at his shaft, which was once again erect.
She reached for him eagerly. She grasped his shaft in her hand and stroked it a few times. He was wonderfully hard and definitely ready to go. He sat up as if he wanted her to be on top, but she shook her head. He looked a question at her.
"I want to feel you on me. "
His face changed, a look of absolute lust overcame his features and then he moved over her.
He hovered there for a moment, his erection still in her hand, and then he reached up to touch her face once.
There was a look of pleasure and wonder in the set of his mouth and his eyes. It made her clit throb all over again. He gazed at her and then gently removed her hand from his shaft.
He stroked himself once as he arched his pelvis, then he rubbed just the tip of the head against her dripping sex. They both groaned from the contact and she opened her legs wider still.
He moved between her open legs, his organ still in his hand. Once again, he rubbed against her. She reached for him; her arms were around his waist as she tried to pull him closer. Tried to trap him inside her.
He grinned and did it again, almost as if for him, the delay and teasing, the anticipation were as necessary as breathing.
She arched into him and slid her hand around to grab for him. He chuckled and let her have that rock hard shaft. She ran her nails along it as he dropped lower and gently inserted the head into her opening.
Slowly, so very slowly, he pushed inside her. He was thick, hard and so hot. His organ moved into her dripping sex filling her up.
He groaned when he felt her juices surround him and she clenched her muscles. He held steady inside her, now that he was buried there and bent his head.
He nuzzled at her breasts for a moment, his lips sliding along the curves and then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
She moaned and gripped him tighter, the pressure inside her sex intense from the feel of him and from his mouth on her. Her pelvis pressed up to his and she pushed hard trying to ease the ache inside. He kept sucking as he slowly began to glide out. A long slow stroke as if she was twenty feet away instead of joined to him.
She groaned his name as she felt him pull almost all the way out and then moaned as he began a leisurely ascent back into her depths. He kept a steady pressure on her nipple and her body was one giant tingle.
He seemed to have enormous self-control for he glided slowly in and out for what seemed like forever. It was incredible; the ache inside her just kept growing and growing getting hotter and increasingly powerful. Her hands rubbed against the tightest ass she’d ever felt in her life and she wanted more than anything for him to go faster. Still she let him set the pace, sensing somehow that he knew exactly what he was doing.
She moaned his name a long drawn out howl and arched into him. She pulled at his chest and moved her legs. She wanted him to go deeper, ride her harder. To feel him crush her to the floor with that chest.
Her urgency seemed to finally reach him and he released her nipple and smiled. Those beautiful dimples appeared, his eyes were dark with lust and she sucked in her breath.
He kissed the tip of her nose and shifted slightly. He began to corkscrew into her, moving his pelvis and cock faster.
He thrust in deeper as she moved her legs to around his waist and her arms around his neck. She pulled him down, that chest now pinning her to the floor.
He began to jerk his hips, faster, harder, she could feel his pubic hair rub against her as he buried his shaft inside her, feel the muscles in his legs as they pressed against her.
His organ probed and pushed, pounded in and out, the friction was hot hard fast. He began to ram into her, like a piston into it's home, his body taking her up, up and away.
He grunted with exertion as their bodies began to drip sweat. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the wet ploppy sound of sex was now louder than their labored breathing.
He closed his eyes as a look of intense pleasure and concentration washed over his face. At the same moment she felt that final wonderful explosion hit, she screamed, a long exotic squeal of joy as her clit took her over the edge. She squeezed him, he yelled her name and then they both came in a kind of rocking rolling tangled heap. Her spasms must've made him feel like he was trapped inside a volcano.
She was humping up and down and her arms gripped him tight enough to leave marks. His come filled her up, she could feel it shooting deep inside her as his body shook and shuddered on her.
She held onto him and the moment. He was panting and trembling, his body still shuddering on her, his pelvis twitching and she could feel his organ throbbing inside her. He collapsed against her for a moment, his full weight on her.
She must have gasped from the unexpected of weight of him, for reluctantly, he pulled out and rolled off. He reached over to pull her close as he tried to breathe.
She smiled at him.
He touched her face lightly.
"Brett," she said his name with wonder.
"Beth," he whispered. He paused and then added, "In a few moments, I’m gonna take you to bed. If you think this was good, you can’t imagine how much nicer it’s gonna be."
And true to his word, three minutes later, Brett picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
The End?