Natantia

"I'm going to go take a shower, the remotes over there if you want to watch T.V. I won't be long." She bent down and stole a quick kiss. "If you want something to eat, help yourself." She walked away, taking off her clothes as she went.

'Oh, yeah baby, do I want something to eat! It's snuggled between those sexy legs and that hot ass you're teasing me with.'

Rick watched her walk away. He gave her enough time to get in the shower before he found his way to there. He stood there watching her silhouette through the curtain as she soaped her body, rubbing her breast and between her thighs. She was rinsing off when he slipped in the shower, startling her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's all right; I was expecting you sooner then this." She flashed her eyes through damp lashes, smiling at him.

She eased her wet body against his. He ran his hands down her soapy back, rubbing eagerly down to her tight butt cheeks squeezing. She gasped and raised her eyebrow at him.

Her hair fell long and caressed the small of her back. He tangled himself up in it as he rubbed her down. She braced against his chest, drawing into him, feeling his eager hardness rub against her.

She spread her legs just slightly, giving him the opportunity to slip between her lips and feel her warmth.

Rick eased himself gently to her, pumping slowly back and forth, teasing her clit and making her moan. She threw her head back and he met her lips, tongue dancing inside her mouth.

He ran his hand down her butt and to her thigh, lifting up her leg to give him a better advantage. With the movement, he slipped inside of her, causing her to whimper. She did not deny him any pleasure. He pumped her fully, quickly making her come.

"I want to taste you, lick you, love you with my tongue." he looked at her like a wild beast hungers after its prey. She nodded in acceptance and he pushed her against the wall, kneeling down in front of her, lifting her leg over his shoulder and lapped at all of her love.

She offered no resistance, grabbing his hair and forcing him deeper with his tongue. He flicked at her clit and nibbled it willingly, thrashing her lips with his wicked tongue.

She could feel the heat of his breath caress her folds and she pushed against him offering up a creamy dessert to his liking. He licked her clean and worked for more.

She grabbed his hair in her one hand, and her breast in the other, pushing at him with fervent power. He made her come again, this time she squirted all over his face, down his neck and onto his chest. He never knew a woman came so much, and he was not about to let her juice go to waist.

He lapped at her, sucking and pulsing his tongue at her lips, taking every last drop of her juices he could savor. He looked up to see her panting heavily, stood, taking her body in his arms. She clung to him with all effort she had left. He hovered over her like a god.

When she was capable of standing, he turned off the shower, got out, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She was still weak from the previous escapade, and continued to pant, catching her breath. He slid up beside her and collected her in his arms, nuzzling her neck and shoulder area.

"You taste delicious. I've never had that happen before, I hope it happens again."

"I hope so too." She was still panting, but not as hard.

She snuggled underneath him, like at the beach, caressing his damp chest, running her nails up and down his neck, giving him chills. This turned him on tremendously.

When she went for his manhood, he was already hard. She maneuvered her hand around and fondled him with lust and passion, stroking him eagerly. He moaned and took a deep breath. "Yes." He hissed, "Yes."

She began to stroke harder. He pumped at her hand, quickening the pace. She reached down and collected some of her own juice to lubricate her fingers for his pleasure, almost sent him over the top.

"Stop," he gently whispered to her, "Stop, I don't want to come like this. I want to feel you. I want you to come on me. I want you, like we were at the beach."

She eased away, spreading her legs, offering herself to him once more. He took in the view, appreciating everything about her. He took her fully with the first stroke.

She was wet and warm, he was rock hard and throbbing for her passion. She watched his eyes, watched his body. They had played enough. She was still reeling from what he had done with his tongue and he knew it wouldn't take long for her to come.

She listened to him breath, his strokes got shorter, as did his breath. She pushed up to meet him, forcing him deeper within her body. He moaned, she moaned, she touched his chest, their eyes met, they couldn't' hold back any longer.

"I'm going to..."

"Come, come hard, come deep, fill me." She begged through panting breath.

He couldn't stop, her voice, her eyes, her body, pushed him over the edge. He let all of his love fill her, expel into her, obliging her plea's for his pleasure. She returned the favor, soaking his loins with her own expelled juices.

He stayed steady for several seconds, but had no choice but to collapse. He took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely. They savored the moment embraced with each other, kissing, snuggling, admiring.

Their eyes and body said everything they needed to say at that time. He covered them up and they slept, she buried underneath him again. He held her like the world was ending.

The liaisons between them went on like that on a daily basis. He would come in from the boat, meet her after work and head to her apartment. After hours of lovemaking and sleep, Rick would wake, feeling Monica move against him, and remember where he lay.

He would watch her, breathing deeply. The faint light of the room caressed her skin with graceful care, giving her naked body an angelic luminescence.

He would brush the length of her hair, stroke her back, and know all too well that he had to leave her side. There was an ominous feeling to the start of his days. The passion that held them together at night, ripped at him in mornings.

He had never been with a woman that was so free. She enhanced all his fantasies, and opened his eyes to passionately strong feelings beyond that of sex.

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After a few weeks, their commitment had grown deep and they had become all but inseparable. Rick lay there watching her sleep. He wanted to wake her and feel the delight of her body entwined with his, taste the fury of her loins, making her quiver under his touch.

He smiled as he looked upon the beauty of the woman he laid beside, soaking in her scent and innocence. Gently kissing her cheek, he slipped from the sheets.

He showered in silent agony, hating feeling the way he did. She had a power over him that he couldn't comprehend. She made him want and experience her, and all she had to do was smile at him. He felt the excitement for her build up, and turned the cold water higher. 'She'll understand, she knows' he told himself for comfort.

He left this shower, drying off and back to where she lay. She slept calmly, a beautiful smile upon her lips. He dressed, watching her, pining for her. Rick sat on the edge of the bed, haunted by his thoughts, caressing her back, longing to lie down beside her and taste of her. He brushed her hair from her face, waking her gently.

"Ummm," she looked to him, smiling, "what time is it?"

"Almost 4:30. I have to go." his tone was shaky and soft.

"Already? It's too early." she reached out to him, pulling his arm around her body.

"No baby, it's not, I should have been gone an hour ago."

She looked to see his troubled expression.

"Don't go, stay here with me. Love me."

"I wish I could, but I have a business to run."

"I know." She sat up next to him, the light in the room growing, revealing her bright eyes. He almost couldn't stand it.

"The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back."

"This afternoon we..."

"Yes, we will. I'll be back, I promised you that."

She put her arms around his neck, kissing him. He kissed her, smelling of her, taking all he could with him.

He released her and left the room, glancing back at her wrapped in the sheet, the light of the room revealing her beauty.

"Rick," She half spoke, half whispered, pleaded his name.

"Yes, baby?"

"One last kiss?"

He was to her in a flash, gathering her up in his arms, crushing her to his body. Her naked flesh felt warm to his touch and he absorbed her beauty and passion. Pent up emotions swooned around them, longing and want called their names. He tasted of her skin and hair.

She took in his scent, wanting it to encase her body. The kiss broke. He caressed her face, putting his forehead and touching his nose against hers. She held his hand until the last finger slipped from hers.

"Bye baby."

She fell back in the bed, emotions wreaking havoc with her heart and body. He too felt the bliss and misery of their union. Monica lay, silently encapsulated in the sheets, smelling of him where he had lain from his scent on her pillows, missing his body, wanting his touch, waiting for his return.

Rick drove, drove fast and hard, trying to escape the longing of her love and ecstasy, knowing that he couldn't. He arrived at the docks, parking the truck and turning off the engine, he sat there, basking in her scent that lay within his clothes.

He thought of the night and the taste of her, how she felt against him when they slept. Never had another woman touched him in so many ways. His thoughts were disrupted by the rattling of the truck door, and the sight of Chuck standing outside.

"Damn man, she must have done a number on you last night. You look like shit!"

"Shut up. I'm not in the mood." Rick got out of the truck.

"What? Didn't get 'Bunny' to frolic with the wood?"

Rick turned to him and warned him again. "Shut up man, I'm not in the mood."

"Dude, you either had a very hot night with 'Bunny' or a lot of cold showers."

Rick took a swing at him, missing on purpose.

"I said shut up! Her name's Monica! Stop calling her 'Bunny'"

The look on Rick's face said it all, and Chuck backed off with one last comment, "Ok, ok, don't be such a dick!" They walked out to the dock, Ricks heart bleeding.

Chuck met up with the others; Rick went to the helm.

"Damn guys, I don't know what the fuck went on with him and that chick, but he's sore this morning."

"Maybe he didn't get any sleep because of her. That always seemed to be my problem."

"Mark, your old lady don't even give you any, that's your fucking problem."

"Shut up asshole!"

"Maybe he didn't get any at all."

"Yeah, he's probably pissed off because of that."

Rick came out to the deck, staring at everyone, "What the hell are you all doing standing around like a bunch of dumbasses, we got a boat to run! Get to work."

They all scattered in different directions and as far away from Rick as they could.

He stood on the deck, the place he had been standing the morning he first saw Monica. He thought of her, the first smile, first time he saw her sitting behind the shack fanning herself.

Her beauty reflected by the sunlight sitting under the shade of the tree, and the starlight on the beach. Her angelic form asleep beside him. He realized at that moment he had fallen in love with her. This eased his pangs. He smiled at the sunrise and walked back to the cabin.

"All right guys, lets get this gal a moving, we got work to do, and I want to get in early today, no messing around!"

They were all pulling there share of the work, getting the boat out of the marina and out into the water. The clouds were moving in, it looked to be a good day after all.

She slept late after Rick left, and spent the rest of her day cooking, shopping, and catching up on the weekly chores. The day drug for Monica, she longed for the warmth of Rick's body and the smell of his skin, but Rick was out on the boat and wouldn't be in until later.

When all was said and done, she found her way to the beach, spending a few hours laying out on the blanket she and Rick had shared their first moments together, making her wish that he were there with her.

She watched the horizon for the boats; only guessing which one might have been his, and daydreaming of the nights before. She eased her self into the cool of the water for some relief of her thoughts.

Monica found her fingers caressing her folds and felt a longing for Rick to touch her as he had. It was easy for her to find personal satisfaction with the constant wake of water crashing against her breast and the motion under her where her fingers danced around her lower lips.

She quickly brought herself to ecstasy, feeling the warmth of her juices escape her body enhanced by the warm water around her.

She lay back, allowing the sun to caress her skin, the water to lap at her body, and her emotional state relaxed. The water rushed up around her body and she was conscious of herself in its embrace.

Rick happened to be driving past on his way to Monica's place, in anticipation of another round of hot loving, when he saw her Challenger parked at the beach. He had pulled a u-turn and headed back in the cars direction, wanting to surprise her. He pulled in the space by her car, parking. He sat for a moment looking for her when he spotted her in the water.

"How luscious she is." he growled as he got out of the truck and found his way to the water where she lay.

She looked at him with adoring eyes, she could see him melt under her stare.

"I decided that I would come out and get some sun, and watch the boats. I was hoping I could pick yours out, but obviously not." She got out of the water and approached him, running her hands down his chest, "I was getting ready to go."

Rick paused long, thinking about his emotional state of the day, "I missed my baby, and didn't want to be out there today knowing you were alone in bed." He took a deep breath, "Fuck woman, what the hell have you done to me?!" He smiled, "Do it again, what ever it was!"

She giggled at him, "It will have to wait. You know family gatherings, my turn to help with the food. I should have been finished hours ago, and I am running late." She took a moment to collect her thoughts, "I was hoping you would come, you know most of my family already, and I thought it would be a great time for us, and..."

He put his finger to her lips, "I've got fresh shrimp in the cooler, it won't take long to cook, and then, we can do some cooking of our own."

She flashed her smile in agreement.

"God woman, you're beautiful!" he whispered softly to her.

The moment swept them into a kiss. He tasted of her sweetness and took in every last scent he could from her body. She clung to him, tightened her arms around him, feeling of his chest against hers after longing for his closeness.

"I missed you today." he spoke through the kiss, she replied in the same manner.

The kiss slowed to little pecks, tiny tastes of each other, little things to clasps onto for times of separation. He knew by the look she gave him that they were headed to where he left her that morning, where once again, she would give herself freely to him, and he would take everything she offered, retuning himself as fully and freely to her as well.

A car horn, made them suddenly aware of their surroundings.

"I guess, ah, we should be getting back to your place."

"Yeah, I suppose so." she acted shy, blushing.

"Hey, I am a pretty good cook, handy in the kitchen."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Naw. I'll even do the shrimp so you don't have to. I think I've got about 10 pounds in there, good size too."

"You're on!" She paused, putting her hands to his chest, her voice sexy and seductive, "Just wait for dessert."

"Oh, baby, I am looking forward to it!"

They kissed once more, letting go of each other in one desperate move. Rick opened the car door, helping her in, kissing her briefly before walking back to his truck. He pulled out of the way so she could maneuver her car, allowing him to follow.

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In the tiny kitchen of her apartment, Monica and Rick flowed with ease as they cooked and prepared the shrimp for the family. Rick felt right at home, and she felt comfortable with him. It was like a ballroom dance the way they moved about.

"What time did you say we had to have this finished?"

"By six, everyone is supposed to be here by then, but we usually don't eat until seven, giving the laagers." She swirled around his back and to the counter with a pot in her hand.

"So, if we finish in the next twenty minutes, we have time to work on dessert?" He winked at her, she smiled.

"Well, now that all depends on what you are planning for dessert."

His face glowed and he smiled with great esteem, "Why, muffins, or cream pie!"

She couldn't help but laugh.

She was hot and still wore her bathing suit on under her apron. Rick had already taken off his shirt when they first started cooking and wore only his jeans. She brushed his chest and teased him with her nails; she could hear his intake of breath as she did.

"I'm hot!"

"YES! You are!"

She blushed, "I am going to take a quick shower and wash the day off of me." She looked at him with sultry eyes, "Care to join me?"

"You don't have to ask me twice! Repeat of last night?"

"Ummm, we'll see?" She smiled, kissed him quickly and rushed down the hallway, taking off her top as she went. He was right behind her, and he caught her top as she threw it back at him. She was out of her bottoms and into the shower before he could even get his jeans off. It took him two tries because he tripped on the leg as he pulled them off going down the hall.

She couldn't help but laugh at him, and when he got in the shower with her, he sprayed her with the water and caught her up against him, tickling her.

She squirmed like a pig and screamed out for him to stop through her laughter. They were having so much fun they hadn't realized that the shower curtain was open and the water was spraying on the floor.

"WAIT! Wait, were making a mess!" she giggled and screamed.

"Oh, shit! Sorry."

Rick slid the curtain closed and grabbed her again. "So, if a shrimp gets away from me, and I have to try and catch it before it gets too far out of my hands, this is what I have to do." He worked his hands up and down her as if he were trying to catch a runaway shrimp, flinging his fingers and tickling her as he did.

She squirmed and screamed some more. He was enjoying this. She pleaded for him to stop, she couldn't take any more, she needed to catch her breath. He stopped ticking her, she stood panting and laughing, he laughed too.

He straddled over her, his hands on the wall, forehead against hers, lightly panting, as she leaned into the wall for relief. He brushed his nose to hers and stole a quick kiss. She returned the kiss, her hands touching his chest. They were silent for a few moments, still panting.

"I haven't had this much fun in the shower since I was a kid."

"Oh, and last night wasn't fun?" she asked not so seriously.

"Last night, you were mind-blowing. I don't even remember the water. All I remember is you, and your body, your scent. Damn I missed that today!"

She batted her eyes at him, he melted into her. She reached up around his neck and met his lips, bringing the fire and passion that he longed for.

He wrapped his arms around her and met her tongue with heat and desire. The water seemed to steam off their bodies as it flowed from the showerhead. He twisted himself up into her hair and caressed her back, finding his way down to her leg and lifting her up to him.

"Do you think we can do this?"

"I would like to try." she spoke softly.

He pulled her up at an angle and adjusted himself against her, his hardness awaiting her soft, silky folds. He rubbed himself in her lips and enticed enough juices to get his head inside of her.