Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 18
“Merci beaucoup, bebe. Mon Dieu, amore, tres bien!” That much she understood. He liked what she was doing – very much. Wrapping her hand around the base of his rod, she began to stroke slowly. Lord, she hoped she remembered what to do. After all, she had watched porn – a little bit. Never one to indulge in fantasies, she had very little to go on other than pure instinct and a desire to please. And Lord in heaven, did she want to please him. Harley took her time, relishing his reaction as he pumped his hips gently filling her mouth over and over. Pulling back to take a much needed breath, she heard him hiss as if he was afraid she was quitting.
“I’m coming back, I just want to explore.” There was a lot of territory to cover, and she didn’t want to miss an inch. Once more, she slid her tongue around the head before licking a path down his shaft. “Am I making you feel good?” In answer, he grunted and pulsed in her hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Harley was surprised, she loved this and it made her feel so – fulfilled. For the first time she was giving pleasure to a man. Her man. Licking the veins that ran up his cock, she noticed that she could feel his heart beating beneath her tongue. Her heart swelled and her pussy throbbed. This was incredible, something she would never, ever forget.
“I need more, Baby. Suck it, please?” Drawing a bit closer, Harley sought to give him what he needed. With a final swirl of her tongue around the large purple head, she finally slipped her lips over and down. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as she took him deeper. When the tip touched the back of her throat, Harley had to fight the gag reflex, but she did. Concentration had helped her through a lot less pleasurable tasks than this.
“So good, Baby. You are so good.” This might be her first time, but Beau wouldn’t have changed one thing. As she worked on him so sweetly, he tangled his fingers in her hair and made sure she knew he was loving everything she did for him. A feeling of urgency was building in his balls and he needed to move – just a little bit. “I can’t be still, Harley.”
Gladly, she let him take control – and loved it. He moved his cock in and out of her mouth, while she licked and sucked all along his considerable length. To her amazement, Harley discovered she was a giver. All she could think of was gifting him with as much pleasure as possible. Almost instinctively, she began to pump his cock as he slid in an out of her mouth.
“Oh, yes. Baby – I’m gonna love you all night long,” he promised. Fire swept through his veins, creating a primal rhythm. Beau wanted to fuck. He felt himself grow longer and thicker. Days of starving for her touch had made him voracious. “Touch me, Sweetheart.”
Touch him? Well, she did have two hands. Keeping a hold of his cock, she zeroed in on the area that drew her like a moth to a flame. His balls. Tentatively, she took them in her palm. Oh, they felt nice – so hard and smooth – so male. Caressing them, she almost forgot to keep up the rest of the process. Pumping, sucking, fondling – and feeling. Harley was so aroused, she was almost…beyond…thinking.
“Baby, I’m gonna have to cum soon. This is so damn good; I can’t hold it back much longer.” He expected her to pull away, but she didn’t – she moved closer, increasing the motion of her hands and mouth – upping the intensity. “Fuck, he said. “Lord, you know just what to do. Baby, if you don’t move, I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”
Shaking her head ‘no’, she took him deeper. Sliding her mouth up and down his cock, she bobbed her head in time with the pounding of his heart. Helplessly, his body began to buck. Shit! “Hell, yes,” he groaned. “Nothing – nothing is as good as this.”
Harley was on the verge of cumming herself. A trickle of passion was gliding down her thighs and her sex felt swollen and needy. There was nothing in the world she wanted more than Beau. She wanted to rub on something – she wanted to grab his hand and put it between her legs. Or beg him to kiss her there, again – or fuck her there.
“Yes!” he groaned. “Fuck, Baby – don’t stop – just like that. Suck me hard!” His words made her nipples hard and Harley wanted to be filled, she wanted to be stretched – she wanted his cum to shoot deep inside of her. The heat of her thoughts only made what she was doing better. Putting every ounce of passion she had in her loving of Beau, he jerked and bellowed, filling her mouth with his seed. She wasn’t turned off by it, but swallowing it was difficult. It was just so new. But she did and the taste wasn’t unpleasant – it was Beau. “Cher, Cher – I am blown away,” he sighed above her.
Harley knew the feeling. She didn’t want to let him go. Rising up on her knees, she hugged him tight, pressing her face against him. “I love you, Beau-ray.” She couldn’t have held back that declaration if her life had depended on it.
Leaning back against the wall, he cradled her head in his hands, letting his heart pound and the aftershocks of passion spark through his body. “God, I love you, too. That was the sweetest gift you just gave me. Thank you.”
“I like gifts, too,” she nipped him right by his belly button. “You can take me on that boat ride now, how’s that?”
Drawing her to her feet, he kissed her softly – reverently. “A small price to pay for rapture, Baby. Just wait till tonight; you’re gonna think it’s Christmas. I can’t wait to give you a great big gift. Me.”
*****
There are certain things in life that you should see before you die and Caddo Lake by water was one of them. Harley felt transported back in time. Truly, it was one of the most beautiful and peaceful places she’d ever had the fortune to visit. The picturesque haven was the kind of place you see in tourist pamphlets but aren’t really sure they actually exist. Beautiful swamps, tall cypress tress dripping with Spanish moss and an almost magical atmosphere. And the fact that they filmed part of her favorite show – True Blood – in the area sure didn’t hurt.
The Graceful Ghost was a steam-driven paddleboat that ran on burning wood in the boiler, which ran steam pistons to drive a single rear-mounted paddle. There was no one on the boat but the two of them and the Captain, and he was holed up in the front and they had the whole deck to themselves. “Is the water deep?” she asked, shivering a bit.
Beau held her cradled to him, loving the feel of her warmth and her nearness. “No, it’s only about eight to ten feet, unless you go down one of the bayous, and there it gets as deep as twenty-seven feet.” A white heron flew over them, almost like a phantom passing in the night. He loved that she leaned back into him, seeking more of his protection.
“I love it out here,” she turned to give him a kiss. “Thanks for bringing me, and I’m sorry I got miffed at you earlier, I have nothing to hide from you. Waco is just my friend.”
“You are welcome. And it’s all right – if you’re getting miffed leads to that kind of erotic romp, I have no complaints.” He wrapped his arms around her, tighter, pulling her closer. “I have something to ask you.”
“What?”
“Do you want to have another session with the therapist before we make love, or are you ready to place yourself in my care?”
She said something, and he had to bend his head closer to hear – but it was worth it. “We will make love, I believe that. But, I would like a bit more time. Isn’t there anything else we could do? I’ve loved everything we’ve done so far. Can we play some more tonight?”
“We can play as much as you want too.” Beau was tempted to have the boat turn around or swim for shore. But some things were worth waiting for.
“Are you going to jack-off or just lay there and ache?” They had returned to the cabin, but something was wrong. Harley had waited for Beau to make a move – but he hadn’t. Her imagination was beginning to run away with her. Doubts and uncertainties tended to flare up in her mind like leftover coals at a campfire site. If left to smolder, they could become a raging forest fire of insecurity.
At her risqué words, he pushed her back, flipped on the bedside lamp and stared at her. Honestly, he wanted her so bad – he did ache. That’s why he hadn’t made a move after they returned from the boat ride. His control was just hanging by a thread, and he didn’t want to scare her. So, he had decided to do nothing – just sleep.
But lying beside her in this bed, feeling her warmth, smelling her scent, feeling her edging nearer to him – was almost unbearable. And then the little doll surprised the hell out of him – again. “What did you say?”
For a moment she thought he was angry – until he laughed.
“I can’t believe those words came out of your mouth.”
A little bit of devilment came to mind. “Why not? I was in the Navy, after all. One cannot be in the Navy and not see and hear anything and everything about sex. Just because I managed to avoid it for myself – mostly – does not mean I was oblivious. I even caught a couple of men masturbating in the head.” Rising up on one elbow, she let her eyes rove over the sheer male magnificence before her. Unable to resist, she reached out and laid a palm on his chest and rubbed a circle – drawing a groan from Beau like water from a well. “Could I watch you?”
“Shit!” Beau let the curse word slip. “You do realize you’re making it almost impossible to keep my good intentions intact.” Even as he protested, he was uncovering the Washington monument.
“Oh, Lord,” Harley breathed. “You look ready to burst.” She leaned just a bit closer and fit her palm around it and slid her hand slowly to the crest. Beau visibly shuddered. She removed her hand and watched him with hungry eyes.
“Jesus, give me strength!” he prayed. “Harley, Baby – soon, I’m going to do everything to you that either one of us can dream up.” Taking her pillow, he slung it down toward the foot. “Lay down there and watch me watching you.” She followed his direction and reversed her place on the bed, lying facing him – almost in a 69 type position.
From where she was sitting she had the most interesting view. Peering closer, she studied his strong legs, his massive thighs and – best of all, she could see his balls. “God, you’re hung, Beau.”
“Would you stop?” he growled, choking back a laugh. Really, he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted, too. His cock was engorged, his balls were tight and he wanted to rut like a horny stag.
Like a magnet, his hand connected with his hungry cock. “You look like a damn siren laying down there, Baby.” Slowly, he began to pump his aching dick. Yet, he never took his eyes off of her. And when she licked her lips and groaned a little moan, he felt like his blood was on fire. “Look at your pretty titties – do you know how much I loved sucking them?”
“You did?” Could she do this? Did she dare? Hell, yeah- she was brave. She diffused bombs for a living! “It felt good to me, too. My nipples are hard right now, can you tell?” She rolled over on her side, so she could see him fisting his cock.
Fuck! Beau’s hips bucked in time to his heartbeat. “Your nipples are like hard candy – the sweetest I’ve ever sucked.” She was a temptress! If she ever got her footing in bed, Harley would be a damn hellcat! “God Harley, I’m gonna love making love with you.” He was about to close his eyes and relish the moment when he saw her hands move. Shit!
Harley was excited, seeing Beau masturbate was making her so needy. Harley wanted. She wanted to be touched – so she touched. Cupping her own breasts she began to weigh them, lift them, knead them. “God, this is good.” And her nipples – oh, they needed to be touched and pinched and pulled and rubbed. “Hmmmmm, I love how this feels.” The very air was charged with excitement. Being here with Beau like this was intoxicating. He was pumping his cock – hard – harder than she would have ever dreamed a man would tug at himself. And she could feel the rhythmic jerks and pulls right between her legs. Their eyes devoured one another. Harley could feel moisture between her legs and she felt swollen and desperate. “I need. . . . .” she whimpered. Turning loose of one breast, she zeroed in on the part of her that was screaming for release.
“Holy Mother of God!” Beau breathed as he watched Harley touch herself. With one hand she massaged her tit and with the other she began to feverishly rub her pussy. “Easy, Baby, that’s my pussy you’re petting down there. Stroke it sweet, rub it gently.” Damn, this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. There was no way he could be still – not a snowball’s chance in hell. Going to his knees, he rose up in the bed – still working his cock. “God, just look at you. You are damn perfection. That is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen. “If I don’t get my hands on you soon I’ll go crazy.” Lying down beside of her, he pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with his. “Okay, Baby?”
“Anything, just please make me cum,” she begged. So, Beau did. He lusciously rubbed her vulva, sucked on her breasts and humped his cock on the side of her hip till he spilled out every drop he had. “Beau, oh Baby!” she cried out as all the colors in the universe showered down on her.
He could not get enough of her. As his body moved against her, almost involuntarily, he kissed and smooched her arm and neck and upper chest. “You belong to me, Nada. Nobody else. We are going to have it all, Baby. I’m going to give you a happy ever after – just wait and see.”
*****
It wasn’t hard for Beau to pretend he didn’t see the man. It was obvious the shitass thought he was staying out of sight. Wrong. He was used to spotting alligators in high grass, there was no way he missed the idiot in the camouflage jumpsuit smoking one of those thin cigars and chunking the butt off into the grass. Good thing it wasn’t dry or the place would go up like a tinderbox. Beau started to go give the man a piece of his mind – but it wasn’t worth it. All he could figure out was that he had intended to steal his truck or something in it. Tough. Not today. Today, he had more important fish to fry. Spending time with Harley was his top priority. When he pulled up at the front of their cabin she was out waiting for him. Lord, he was going to have to beat men off with a stick.
He would have gotten out to open the door for her, but she didn’t wait. “I love it here. Can you believe that I saw a bald eagle fly over? I’ve never seen one that close before.”
“We’ll see lots of birds and other creatures down by the bayou.” She looked happy and that was worth more than a million dollars to him. “When we get back home, I’ll take you out into the Atchafalaya on my houseboat. You and Amos can sunbathe naked. Is it a date?”
“I wouldn’t miss it!”
As they drove away, he pointed out a blue heron that took flight right over their vehicle. But all the while he was keeping an eye out for the man who had been watching their cabin so closely. Jerk. “I’ll take you down to Avery Island. Have you ever been down there?”
“No, but I’d love to go. That’s where they make the famous pepper sauce, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but the real attraction on the island is the jungle gardens. You’d love it there. We could stroll through the grounds and hold hands.” He captured her hand and kissed it.
“Beau, I’m hungry.”
He almost bit his tongue.
She knew what he was thinking, because she smiled.
“Could you stop at a convenience store and let me get some cheese crackers?”
“Oh, you’re hungry for food! You had me going there for a minute,” he laughed. “Around you, I have sex on the brain.” Turning onto the main highway, he pointed up ahead. “I can do better than cheese crackers. We’re going to The Lodge to eat. I think you’ll like it.”
They rode in companionable silence until they came to a rustic building on the banks of Big Cypress Bayou. “They have the best catfish in the world,” Beau announced as he parked under the shade of a big spreading oak.
As the waitress seated them, Beau pulled her chair closer to his. “I need you close,” he announced unashamedly.
She patted his shoulder, as if telling him she was in perfect agreement. Harley was fascinated by the view of the bayou. “I love to look at the water; it doesn’t really matter to me if it’s the ocean, a river or a lake. I stare at it hoping to see a creature emerge, I guess.”
“You know they did film The Legend of Boggy Creek here, and like I told you earlier, there are many tales of sightings of a Big Foot type creature in this very area.” He leaned forward, “Maybe we’ll see something like that when we go for a walk later tonight.” Much to his surprise, she didn’t flinch this time; she leaned forward and stole a kiss – thereby, stealing what was left of his heart.
“As long as you are with me, holding me tight, I don’t care what we see. I know you’ll protect me. My faith and trust in you is absolute.” After what they’d shared earlier, she had no qualms about giving him everything else. “When we go home, could I spend the night with you on your houseboat sometime?”
“Absolutely.” He was just about to pin down a time so she wouldn’t back out, when the waitress came to take their order. Harley chose the catfish and as Beau decided on his sides, Harley studied the crowd. She loved to people watch. A family with two young children sat to their right, the baby had a mop of curly black hair and not a tooth in his head and she felt an uncharacteristic yearning for one of her own. The little boy let out a squeal and threw his napkin in the air. She watched as a passing man bent over to retrieve it and as he raised up, he grinned at her. Harley froze. She was looking at the face of a dead man. Surely her eyes were playing tricks. Instantly, she grabbed for Beau’s hand. Calmly, the man who so closely resembled Fox Crocker walked out of the restaurant. Harley got up to follow him. She had to be sure. Throwing down her napkin, she took off.
“What the hell?” Beau was right behind her. “Harley? What’s wrong?”
