I took out the canteen and drank long and deep, passing it to Bill, and decided that this would be the perfect place for lunch. Taking the blanket out of the knapsack and spreading it across the broken stone floor of the ruins, I sat down and beckoned Bill toward me. As he sat beside me I inhaled his warm smelclass="underline" sweat, grass, and springtime air. I swooned with pleasure. My senses were heightened and I itched for his touch. Reaching out and rubbing my hand across Bill's chest, I felt the magnificent sinew beneath his shirt. As he lay back on his elbows, breathing in the sweet spring air, I touched my lips to the curve of his neck. I kissed his neck, his ears, his throat, gently, lightly. My hand strayed beneath his t-shirt, feeling the ripple of his stomach muscles. I bent down and kissed each ab, lovingly caressing his nipples.
The edge of his jeans was rough against my tongue. I was so aroused that part of me just wanted to jump on top of him and ride him like a madwoman. But I wanted to savor the moment. I peeked my head up to make sure no one was around, and I unbuttoned his jeans. I guess he was of a like mind. His erection strained against his pants and I was only too happy to free it. His cock was gorgeous-perfectly shaped and a solid 8 inches. I lowered my head to it. With my lips, I nibbled the head lightly. Bill gasped, reached forward, and grabbed the back of my head, prepared to shove it to the hilt. But I resisted, swirling my tongue tantalizingly around his head and flicking it along the shaft. I licked and kissed his cock, knowing that he was dying to be in my mouth. Starting at the bottom, I licked a long luxurious stroke to the top and just when I thought Bill couldn't stand it any longer, I took him in my mouth, pushing him as far back as I could. He groaned and pushed his hips toward me.
He fucked my mouth, occasionally pushing as deep as he could, and I took it all hungrily. Feeling him getting harder than I ever thought he could get, I hiked up my long peasant skirt, and crawled up to meet his mouth. His dick rubbed against my clit and I held it there for a moment, savoring the insane tingling that comes from being so close to the edge. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock. The exquisite entry made me cry out. Suddenly, I was aware my surroundings-the feel, smell, the taste, enveloped by the abbey, the landscape, the birds singing. I glanced around. We were still alone. I pulled myself down, taking him in deeply and holding it there. Then I began to ride him, rhythmically undulating, rubbing my clit against his bush of hair until I felt warmth surge through my body. I was tingling from head to toe. I was going to come. Speeding up, I was fucking him harder now. His hips rose and fell in rhythm. His breathing came in gasps and groans. I exploded, climaxing from both my clit and my g-spot at once, screaming, "Yes! Yes!" My red hair flew around me as I threw my head back.
I stood and put my hands on one of the ruined walls, jutting out my ass in invitation. A split second later, he was inside me, pumping hard. I braced myself against the ancient wall, faced into the splintered sunlight and wailed out my pleasure, coming again all over his long, hard cock. At that, Bill groaned, "Come here." He pulled out, I swung around, and knelt down in front of him. Just in time. His hot load spurted all over my face in creamy rivulets. It felt so good. A wave of ecstasy rippled through me and I came again hard. The wind caught my hair and cooled the jism on my face.
We collapsed onto the blanket and sighed. I wiped my face on a napkin from the lunch bag. Breathing in the sweet Irish air and wondering vaguely if the spirits of the monks had watched us, I snuggled onto Bill's chest and fell asleep, the magic of the day and the abbey blanketing us in magnificent bliss.
Chapter 3 — Sleeping Beauty
Adele turned over, burrowing deeper into the covers and burying her face in the pillow. She knew that it was Saturday; there was plenty of time to sleep, and the world could wait for a few hours. She was just beginning to fall asleep when she heard a door open and close and a kitchen chair scrape against the tiled floor.
Bryce is home from his jog, she thought drowsily. That’s nice.
Drifting in and out of a light slumber, she heard him rummaging in the bathroom before the shower spray started. With a slow smile, she imagined the sheets of hot water sleeking down his muscled body and soaking his short black hair. He was lovely naked in the shower and soaping up, and she toyed with the idea of joining him. She could imagine herself running appreciative hands over his arms and back before traveling lower.
The warm bed was simply too tempting, however, and she drifted back towards sleep. There would be plenty of time for that later, but then the door between the bathroom and the bedroom opened.
“Still asleep, sweetheart?” he asked softly, and she grumbled a response into the pillow.
He stepped closer and she could tell without opening her eyes that he was standing above her, watching her closely.
“It’s almost 11, you know.”
The bed creaked as he sat down it, and Adele turned away, burying her head under the pillow and shutting her eyes tight. If she just ignored him, maybe he would go away and let her sleep, though suddenly she wasn’t at all sure that sleep was what she wanted.
Then Bryce was curled up to her back, one strong arm thrown over her waist and she began to think that sleep might not be in the cards after all. She could smell the clean male scent of him and then she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
“Are you sure you want to keep sleeping, Adele?” he whispered. “I’ve got plenty of things I’d love to do with you.”
“Well, go ahead and do them then,” she muttered, but instead of sounding grumpy, she sounded languorous and sensual. Bryce chuckled close to her ear, and she felt him tug the blanket up and baring her naked back. He pressed his naked body against her bare back, and she could feel his cock already half-hard against the back of her thigh. Involuntarily, she pressed back against him, letting him warm her far more deliciously than the blanket had.
“Go ahead and go to sleep, sweetheart, if you can,” he said, nibbling lightly at her ear.
That sounded like a challenge and Adele resolutely shut her eyes, determined not to give in.
He pulled aside her shoulder-length brown hair and trailed kisses down the back of her neck even as his hand stole under the blankets to stroke the side of her breast. His touch was light, not quite ticklish, and it drew goose bumps on her skin.
Adele bit back a sigh when his fingers stroked at her nipple, making it harden. She forced herself to remain still when he cupped her breast tenderly in his hand before laying a soft, wet kiss on her shoulder blade. The bed shifted as he rested his head on one bent arm, and ran his free hand down her flank and to her thigh.
She tensed when he brought his hand closer to her crotch, but he only smoothed his palm flat over her lace panties, stroking lightly at her mound before moving on to touch her stomach. Everything was so languid and gentle that she could feel herself drifting off again, but then his hand moved over the curve her buttock.
Adele kept her breath slow and even, but her resolution to stay still only seemed to make her more aware of his touch. There was something intoxicating about the way he was touching her precisely as he pleased. At some point, this had stopped being a contest about whether she would get to sleep for another hour and became something much different. It was a game, and her part was to lie as still as she could for as long as she could.
Bryce ran a gentle hand over her ass before sliding his fingers inside her panties, seeking and finding her slit. Adele lifted her knee up to accommodate him, a gesture natural enough to be that of a sleeping woman, but his soft laugh told her that he wasn’t fooled.