Lydia's Dad--Summer Vacation

The sun shone in through the windshield of Delia’s car, practically blinding her, even through her sunglasses. Her eyes fell to the air-conditioning knob and she frowned to see that it was already as high as it could go. The late Friday afternoon traffic hadn’t been as bad as she expected but she wasn’t exactly loving the drive down to the beach house. She had been so busy the last month with sending out résumés and job-hunting, not to mention apartment-hunting with Lydia, she was really looking forward to the beach.

And Grant.

In the last two months since seeing him, Delia had done a lot of thinking. Which she was really getting tired of doing. Actually getting Grant after silently desiring him for all of eight years did something to her brain. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that all rational thought left her head and flew out the window. She was tired of feeling confused, from thinking she was in love with him, to realizing she wasn’t really, to thinking she was again, and then wasn’t and back and forth in a vicious damn circle. One thing she did know, was that Grant wasn’t in love with her. That became crystal clear back at graduation. But Delia was entirely okay with that now. Grant falling for her would only serve to complicate things even more than they already were.

Delia was unsure about a lot of things, but at least she and Patrick had cleared things up. Well, mostly. Since graduation he had gotten back to some of his old habits; stressing about everything, moodiness, anxiety. Truthfully, his ass probably needed to be on a shrink’s couch but he was too much of a manly-man to ask for help. He was just overwhelmed with everything and so he and Delia decided to just be friends for now.

If anything, regular sex could only help Patrick but he’d been afraid of hurting Delia again and therefore wanted to eliminate any pressure that would be possibly put on either of them.

It was actually an ideal situation, since Delia wasn’t interested anymore in sleeping with Grant right under Patrick’s nose. Well, metaphorically. It wasn’t because people would probably think she was a giant slut if they knew, she could care less about that, she just really hated the thought of hurting Patrick. Despite the fact that her actions pretty much continued to do so. She was being selfish, she knew that. But for this month, she didn’t care. She was going to have fun with Grant; no strings, no commitments, no obligations. Because after this time, this month at the beach, it had to end.

By the time Delia pulled into the driveway of the beach house the sun was setting out over the ocean. The dying rays were orange and still bright, depending in which direction you were standing.

She undid her seat belt and climbed out of her car, stretching her legs and remembering the last time she had been at the beach house.

That was certainly an interesting week.

Delia inhaled a breath of the salty air and a smile spread across her face. She was excited about seeing Grant and the thought of being alone with him for two days.

She quickly pulled her bags out of the back seat and made her way up to the porch of the big house where she wasted no time in knocking on the door.

There was just enough time to pull out her compact and check her makeup before Grant answered.

“Whatever you’re selling I’ll take two,” he said with a smirk, standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” Delia said, feeling slightly shy for some bizarre reason. God, but he was just . . . beautiful. She had never met a man who wore a suit and tie quite as well as Grant Turner.

He took her luggage from her and carried it inside to the foyer depositing it on the floor. Delia followed him.

“Was the drive okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Hot and sunny, but fine. You know it’s a good thing Deborah’s so insecure about Lydia spending the month here with you or we wouldn’t even have these two days.”

Grant nodded with a smile. “Who would have guessed she decided to whisk Lydia away for a week at Disney World, the very week before she’s supposed to come here?” he said sarcastically.

“You know she asked me to go,” Delia said.

“Sometimes I think you two are entirely too close,” he said.

“Oh is that so?” Delia asked with a grin. “Worried I’ll slip up or something?”

Grant gasped falsely. “You’d never kiss and tell.”

“I guess I could always brag to Will,” she said grinning again.

“Oh that’s a good idea,” he said sarcastically. “Only not.” He pulled her to him and met her lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

That, like always, Delia felt in her knees.

They kissed for several minutes before Grant pulled away. “I want to take you out tonight,” he said.

“Take me out where?” she asked with a smile, her arms still around his neck.

“Well, I can leave the tie on and we can go to dinner, or I can lose it and take my daughter’s barely-legal best friend to a bar.”

“Barely legal?” she asked skeptically. “I’ll be twenty-two soon.”

“So which is it?” he asked with a smirk.

Delia slid her hand up Grant’s chest, stopping at the top of his tie. “Lose it,” she said slighting tugging on it. “I’ll just go change.” She grabbed her suitcase and took off for the stairs.

When Delia came back downstairs twenty minutes later, she found Grant waiting for her in a completely different outfit. They gray suit was gone and in its place were black slacks and a deep-blue, button up Dolce shirt that fit so incredibly well. Damn, she was getting hot just looking at him.

She herself had changed into a little black skirt that twirled when she moved her hips and a tight, dark purple cami-tank that immediately caught Grant’s attention. Possibly because it was the kind of shirt you couldn’t wear a bra with.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she said with a smile waltzing past him to the door.

They were acting a little reckless maybe, but they weren’t stupid. The bar was thirty minutes away, hence it was highly unlikely they’d run into anyone Grant knew. Delia certainly didn’t mind the drive either; she more than loved being in the jag. It smelled so good; new car mixed with leather and just the tiniest hints of cologne . . . maybe Calvin Klein. Delia felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach and marveled at the thought of being alone with Grant for two days.

Once there they had a bit of a time trying to find a place to park. The place was having an exceptionally popular Friday night. But finally Grant pulled into a spot that seemed miles away from the door.

“Such a long way to walk in these heels,” she said pointing to her spiked, strappy shoes.

“Aren’t those something?” he said, admiring her footwear.

“They go with the skirt,” she shrugged with a smile.

“Pretty good match with your legs too,” he said raising an eyebrow.

They made their way inside, but stopped to look around before deciding whether to get a table or to sit at the bar. People were everywhere and the music, which was Top 40, was loud.

“Ever been here before?” Delia asked,

“A couple times,” he nodded. “A friend of mine, who’s very much divorced now, used to meet the reason for his divorce here.”

“Ah,” Delia said with a smile. “And you’re sure we won’t run into him?”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t come here anymore. He’s in Germany on business anyway.”

“You work with him?”

Grant nodded.

“Well, why don’t we get our drinks then find a table?” she suggested.

He took her by the hand and led her to the bar, through the mass of people. Grant ordered a whiskey sour and Delia, after having to show ID, got a cosmo, and then they found a table not too far from the bar.

Which worked out, because they kept ordering drinks.

After three cosmos and a shot of tequila Delia was feeling pretty damn good. She knew Grant didn’t usually drink that much, but tonight he seemed to have forgotten that. She leaned over and took a sip of his martini.

“Are you going to dance with me or what?” she asked.

He stood up and held out his hand.

Which Delia eagerly took.

They walked out to a space on the crowded floor and Grant pulled her close to him. The song wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t particularly slow either. Nevertheless, they danced closely.

Smiling, Delia turned away from him and immediately Grant’s hands gripped her hips, holding him tightly to her. Delia fastened her hands over his and leaned into him, closing her eyes and swaying to the music.

“Do you think people are staring?” he whispered in her ear.

“Does it look like I even remotely care?” she said back, not bothering to open her
eyes. They probably were staring. Grant was an incredibly attractive man, and Delia wasn’t so bad herself, but the fact that he was well, over twenty years older than she was, had to have been the main issue.

Delia swiveled her hips, grinding her ass into Grant until she felt him began to stiffen.

“Hey now,” he protested.

She giggled and moved her hands from his, wrapping her arms behind her, around his back.

Grant slid his hands down her sides to stop at her thighs and he chuckled realizing just how short her skirt really was. He let his fingers daringly trace across her legs, darting to the insides of her thighs and just barely up her skirt. Hell, they’d probably get thrown out for behaving how they were but Grant really didn’t give a fuck. Delia was the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes on and if she continued grinding into him at the pace she was, he would seriously consider dragging her into the bathroom and fucking her up against the sink.

“Grant,” she said but it came out as more of a little moan and he felt his dick twitch at the sound.

“Maybe we should go,” he said.

“We’ve barely been here two hours,” she said.

“Let me rephrase that,” he said. “Maybe we should go before my erection becomes anymore apparent.”

With another giggle, Delia turned to him, putting her arms around his neck. “I’m not positive, Mr. Turner, but I think you’re a little smashed.”

“I shouldn’t have had that fifth vodka shot. . . .”

“In that case, maybe we’d better go. Can’t risk you drinking more and becoming useless to me tonight,” she said kissing his chin.

Grant nodded and pulled her from the dance floor.

As soon as they pulled into the driveway of the beach house and stepped out of the car, Delia was wrapped around Grant.

He managed to get up the steps to the porch without falling or without removing his tongue from her mouth.

Inside he carelessly dropped his keys on the floor and didn’t even bothering turning on any lights. He carried Delia upstairs to his room and was on top of her less than five seconds later.

Reaching up, Delia hastily unbuttoned Grant’s shirt, pulling it open and immediately sucked a hard nipple past her lips.

Grant shrugged the shirt off and wasted no time in tugging off Delia’s top, confirming his non-bra suspicions. He buried his face between her breasts licking and sucking until she moaned out, then he began kissing down her stomach. His hands slid down and back up her thighs caressing the soft skin before reaching behind her and unzipping her skirt. Which he removed straight away along with her barely-there underwear.

Delia moaned again as Grant’s tongue made its way back up her body to flick at a hardened, pink nipple. He sucked the bud in his mouth and nipped it with his teeth before releasing it and running his tongue back down her abdomen and down past her bellybutton until it was diving into the hot core between her legs.

Grabbing onto the sheets with her hands, Delia sighed out. He was so incredible, so pleasing. His tongue thrust its way up into the deepest hollows of Delia’s trembling body and the indescribable pleasure brought tears to her dark green eyes.

Suddenly Grant pulled his mouth away from Delia and she whimpered in protest.

“If I’m not inside you in the next second, I’m going to die,” Grant said with anguish evident in his voice.

Delia nodded, breathing heavily.

Grant sat up on his knees over Delia and she reached up and undid the fly of his pants. Gripping the sides of his pants, and his boxers, she pulled them down his legs freeing his severe hard-on. She immediately took him in her hand and gasped out herself at how hard he was. All the times she had been with him and she couldn’t remember him ever being so hard. It was unnatural or something!

“Fuck Delia, please,” he groaned.

Bringing her head up, Delia sucked the head of his cock in her mouth for a few seconds before falling back to the bed. She wanted him inside her. Now.
G
rant kicked his pants and shorts the rest of the way off, hooked his arms behind Delia’s knees, and slid his cock all the way inside her heat.

Delia’s breath stuck in her throat but somehow a shrill squeak escaped from her mouth. Grant’s immensely swollen dick was entirely inside of her and when he started almost violently thrusting, she thought she would lose consciousness.

“Oh God . . . baby,” he groaned, his head buried in her neck and his body vigorously slamming into hers.

Delia could barely keep her arms around his neck as her strength rapidly faded. She tightened her thighs around his waist and thrust her body up toward his.

Grant’s arms rested on the bed, hugging Delia’s sides and his lower body continued to slam itself into her. She gripped him so tightly, so perfectly and he couldn’t help but think he fit like a glove. Like she was made for him.

Another hard thrust and Delia cried out, coming in a powerful rush that sent shockwaves through her entire body.

As she clenched and tightened around him, Grant gasped, thinking his dick was literally going to break off. One thrust . . . and another . . . and one more and he went off inside her, coming like a streak of fucking lightening.

He collapsed on her body, like he so often did, unable to even open his eyes.

Beneath him Delia panted and managed to bring her arms up to clutch his back.

And not long after, they were both sound asleep.


The buzzing of Grant’s alarm clock cut through the early morning silence like glass breaking. Delia opened her eyes and realized Grant was still on her. And in her.

With a groan Grant slid off Delia and rolled to his stomach on the other side of the bed.

“Morning,” Delia said with a smile stretching her arms up above her head.

“I need coffee,” he mumbled into the pillow.

The alarm clock went off again.

Grant sat up with a sigh, rolled back over onto Delia, and reached over, turning off the alarm.

“Hi,” she said.

“Morning.” He bent and kissed her on the lips. “I have to go,” he said when he pulled away.

“But it’s Saturday,” Delia whined putting her arms around his neck.

“Yeah, which is why I don’t have to go in until nine and I’m getting time and a half for it.”

Delia looked over to the clock. “It’s only seven-thirty.”

“I’m going to get a run in before I have to go,” he said climbing off Delia again. “I’ll come and tell you bye before I leave.” He kissed her again, then left the bed.

Delia heard him rustling around in the room but she’d snuggled back under the covers, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight that was getting brighter by the minute. She wasn’t thrilled about being awake at seven AM and was hoping to go back to sleep.

The door opened and closed a second later.

He had such discipline, Delia really had to admire him. He had drank more than she had, but he was the one up bright and early out on the beach running in the hot sun. In the hot sun . . . running . . . getting sweaty and energized and wound up and . . . sweaty and hot. . . .

Delia sat up. She definitely wasn’t going back to sleep. Well, not now anyway.

Crawling out from under the covers, she scanned the room, spotting the shirt Grant had worn the night before. She got up and slipped it on, inhaling Grant’s cologne or aftershave or whatever the hell it was that made her want to eat him.

She went downstairs and into the kitchen, then out the sliding doors onto the deck. It was already hot out and the sun was only getting brighter. Her eyes searched the beach, the right, then left, but Grant wasn’t in sight.

Yawning, Delia went back into the kitchen to wait.

And wait.

And wait. . . .

She poured herself some orange juice and when she had finished it she went back to the glass doors and grinned as she finally saw Grant coming toward the house. Immediately Delia went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, then situated herself on one of the seats at the counter facing the doors.

A minute later and Grant came into the kitchen, breathing heavily. He stopped, surprised to see Delia. She was sitting at the counter, wearing his shirt from last night that barely hung midway down to her thighs . . . which were slightly parted and holding up a bottle of water.

“Morning,” Grant said, his eyes on the bottle of water.

“Good run?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Water?” she asked fingering the cap.

Grant walked over to her and took the bottle. “Thanks.”

Delia just stared at him as he chugged the water. He stood in front of her in a pair of shorts and Nikes and that was all. His bare chest shone with sweat and Delia’s eyes were glazing over with wanting. She’d always had some sort of fetish for a hot and sweaty man. The masculinity of it all just made her weak.

“So what are you doing up?” he asked holding the cold bottle against his forehead.

“Thought I’d get you off,” she said still staring.

“Yeah?” he chuckled.

Delia looked up, surprised. “See you off.”

“Oh,” he said purposely looking disappointed.

With a smirk, Delia stood up. “How much time until you have to leave?” she asked, putting her arms around his neck.

“Not nearly enough,” he said.

“No?” she asked not sounding very convinced. She bent her mouth to his neck and kissed him, then trailed her lips down past his collarbone to his chest.

“Uh, Delia?” he asked.

“Hmm?” she asked generously licking Grant’s nipple.

“What are you doing?”

She moaned softly, sucking his nipple past her lips.

“We don’t have time,” he said touching her head.

“Why not?” Delia asked, licking her way back up his chest.

“I have to shower and get dressed.”

Delia stared up at him, a pout on her face.

“Believe me, there’s no other way I’d want to start my day,” he said, pulling her
tightly to him for a quick kiss. “But I have to go.”

Frowning, Delia pulled away from him. “I know. You’d better hurry so you can get back.”

Grant gave her another kiss, slower this time, then headed upstairs for the shower. Delia followed him but stopped when she reached the bedroom. Since there was no longer the promise of sex, she crawled in bed and went back to sleep.


When Delia awoke for the second time it was much closer to lunch than breakfast, so after pulling on her swim suit she went downstairs to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich.

After she ate, Delia went back upstairs, grabbed her beach bag, then headed back down and out the sliding glass doors for the beach.

It was horrendously hot and the sun was blindingly bright; perfect for her always-improving tan.

She spread her towel out on the hot sand and plopped her bag down, then sat down herself. After a few hours out here maybe she’d get in the pool. Yeah, then she’d go back up to the house and shower, then wait for Grant to get home.

Lying down on her stomach Delia sighed, wishing Grant were there with her now. He could rub oil on her hot back with his strong yet soft hands. Massage away any tension that might have been creeping into her muscles. Yes, that’d be nice, having Grant with her there.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax underneath the hot sun but it soon became apparent that that wasn’t going to be happening.

Grant wouldn’t get out of her mind.

Delia sat up and grabbed her cell phone from her bag; two minutes after one. She wasn’t positive, but she thought Grant went to lunch at one. Feeling slightly nervous, she dialed his cell number, not wanting to have to bother with his receptionist.

“Hello?” came the familiar male voice barely ten seconds later.

“Working hard?’ Delia asked with a smile.

“Always,” he said, a slight laugh in his voice. “And what are you up to?”

“Just lying on the beach, burning to a crisp. It’s so hot today.”

“Yeah, I think it was supposed to be ninety-five.”

“Maybe in the shade.”

“You must be pretty bored.”

“Well, I was thinking about you.”

“Yeah?”

She grinned again. “About what we’d be getting up to if you were here.”

“Mm hm,” he said casually, “and what would that be?”

“Who can say really?” she said airily. “But if you were here. . . .”

“I think you have some idea,” he said sounding amused.

“Why don’t you come home and find out?” she said coyly.

“If only I could,” he mused.

“You did that one time,” she wistfully said.

“But I’m swamped today. I’m not getting out of here early.”

Delia frowned against the phone. “And there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“Like what?”

“Like telling you all wicked things I’d be doing to you if you were here?”

“I think I better hang up now,” he said and Delia was sure he was smiling.

“Why?”

“I’m supposed to be working, remember?”

“Whatever,” she said with a heavily dramatic sigh.

“I’ll try not to be late,” he promised.

“See you later then,” she said and hung up before Grant said anything else.

Always leave them wanting more.

Delia sighed and rolled to her back.

The rest of the afternoon went by at a snail’s pace. Delia stayed outside for a couple of hours before bypassing the pool and heading straight for the shower.

She bummed around inside for a while; flipped through the TV channels, scanned the books lining the bookshelves, and paced back and forth in the kitchen. She watched the clock like a hawk, her heart leaping a little each time the minute hand moved.

Finally Delia settled on the couch in the family room and resigned to a game show that she had no interest in whatsoever. She stretched out on the soft couch and yawned. The central air clicked on and Delia closed her eyes, letting the soft whirl of the air conditioning lull her into a lazy nap. . . .


“. . .Delia?” came a distant voice.

Delia didn’t bother opening her eyes. She was just dreaming.

“Delia?”

A hand touched her.

She opened her eyes this time and Grant stood over her carrying a bag of something that gave off a scent that made her stomach growl.

“Hi,” he said.

Delia quickly sat up. “What time is it?” she asked sleepily.

“After six thirty, sorry I had to stay a little late after all.”

“It’s okay, I fell asleep.”

“I see. Rough day?”

“Just boring,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“Hungry?” he asked gesturing to the bag he held.

“Yeah,” she said stretching her arms above her head. “Starved.”

“I brought Chinese,” Grant said. “I thought we could eat out on the deck.”

“Sounds good,” she said standing up. “So how was work?”

“Long and tiring,” he said.

“Aww,” Delia said with mock sympathy. “Tell you what: you can take everything outside while I run upstairs and put my swimsuit on.”

“Be quick,” he said with a smirk. “I’m hungry.”

So was Delia. . . .

She ran upstairs and was back down within minutes with just her bikini on.

Grant had changed too and was already outside on the deck like Delia suggested and was setting out the various containers of food.

“Smells good,” she said taking a seat at the patio table.

“Looks good,” Grant said looking at Delia and not the food.

Delia smirked at him but said nothing. She was too hungry to start anything just yet. Grant sat down beside her and they filled their plates, chitchatting about various things.

Delia was really looking forward to her month at the beach house. Once she got back it’d be job hunting and moving and early mornings, but now she had over thirty days of rest and relaxation ahead of her.

And over thirty days of Grant, of course. . . .

Delia began absently fanning herself with her hand; the heat of the day plus the fiery food, and the thought of having a month with Grant was getting to her.

“Hot?” Grant asked.

She nodded and pushed away the spicy food. “I think it’s time for a swim,” she said standing up.

“Have to wait thirty minutes,” Grant said gesturing to the food.

“I’ll risk it,” Delia said with a smirk. “You can rescue me if need be, can’t you?”

“I’ll certainly try,” he said standing up as well.

The look he gave her was indescribable. Part leer, part smirk, part . . . desire? A lesmire? Delia wasn’t sure what it was called but she sure as hell knew what it meant. In less than a second she was scurrying across the deck; Grant right behind her.

He caught up with her near the diving board and pulled her to him amidst a fit of giggles from Delia. “Still hot?” he asked.

Delia nodded and Grant picked her up in his arms, surprising her when he didn’t pull her in for a kiss. Instead he began to lift her up almost over his head.

“Grant,” she said panicked, “what are you—”

“You said you were hot,” he said grinning and tossed her into the pool.

Delia shrieked as she plunged into the water and bobbed back up two seconds later.

“Oh you ass!” she screamed. “I wasn’t ready—it’s cold!”

“That’s the point,” he said and immediately dove in beside her. But before Delia could shove him, he stayed below the water and swam around her all the way to the shallow end.

“Scared?” Delia asked treading the deep water.

“Of you?” he asked with disbelief in his voice.

Delia put her hands on her hips under the water and began to scowl but it soon melted into a look of interest as Grant stood up at the other end of the pool and water streamed off his broad chest.

“And it’s not cold,” he said. “I think it feels good.”

It was getting warmer the longer she was in it, Delia thought, but she put the scowl back on.

Sighing, Grant made his way down to Delia. “Are you upset with me?” he asked, not entirely serious.

Delia ‘humpthed’ and looked away.

Grant grinned. “I’m sorry I threw you in the pool,” he said saddling up behind her back and putting his arms around her waist. “I just couldn’t wait to see you all wet.”

Delia tried to suppress a giggle from escaping her lips but failed.

“You’re not mad!” he said jerking her around to face him.

“How could I ever be mad at you, Mr. Turner,” she said with mock awe.

“Oh everyone gets mad at me before too long,” he said with a trace of annoyance.

“Kiss me,” Delia said putting her arms around his neck.

Grant obliged and soon enough his tongue was poking down Delia’s throat.

They both eased themselves over to the side of the pool in the shallower area to where the water only came up to Grant’s chest. His hands slid up Delia’s back and her bikini top was gone in seconds.

“Mmm,” Delia moaned as Grant slid his tongue from her mouth and began trailing it down her neck until it came to stop at a rather hard nipple.

They stayed in the pool a while longer, kissing and licking and prolonging their agony until finally Grant climbed out, pulled Delia out, then carried her, soaking wet, up to his room.

“Grant,” Delia said with a giggle, “I’m all wet.”

“Good,” Grant said pulling off Delia’s bathing suit bottom.

He briefly kissed her lips before inching his mouth down her neck and chest to stop at a hard, little nipple. He sucked it past his lips and grazed it with his teeth, causing Delia to moan out. His hand came up to Delia’s other breast to massage and squeeze it.

“Your hands are so amazing,” Delia said, covering his hand with her own before dragging it down her stomach.

Chuckling a her forwardness, Grant obliged and slid his finger inside the aching heat between Delia’s legs.

She moaned.

Grant thrust his finger several times before adding a second.

Delia bucked her hips as another moan escaped her lips. “Oh Grant.”

He slid his thumb inside to flick at her clit and he felt Delia clench down around his other fingers.

“More,” she moaned, “I need more”

Seriously doubting he could fit his whole hand inside her, Grant pulled his fingers out. “Let’s switch it up,” he said, then slid his head between Delia’s legs.

“i>God, yes,” she moaned, both her hands gripping at the sheets.

Grant’s tongue licked at her, long strokes that reached deep inside her.

Beneath him, Delia writhed. Her teeth dug at her bottom lip while her hands continued to grip the bed sheets. She moaned out loud and low and thrust her body up at Grant’s incredible mouth.

He stabbed his tongue at her, wriggling it around inside of her, making her gasp with each new movement.

“Yes, ooh yes!” she cried, her nails tearing at the bed.

Grant gave her a final lick before moving his head up to her stomach and placing kisses all up and down it.

Delia reached down and tugged Grant’s head up to hers, plunging her tongue in his mouth.

As they kissed, Delia’s hands fell to Grant’s swim trunks where they rubbed him for several seconds before pulling them down.

Grant groaned as Delia’s hand closed around his dick, making him harder with each move she made.

“What do you want?” Delia asked with a wry smile, her voice filled with lust.

“You,” Grant moaned in her ear.

“How?”

“Delia--”

“Tell me what you want, Mr. Turner,” she said with a moan.

“I want you,” he said, anguish in his voice as Delia continued to fist him.

“What do you want to do to me?” she asked.


Grant’s teeth closed around Delia’s ear lobe. “I want to fuck you,” he said. “God, Delia I want to fuck you i>so bad.”

“Fuck me now,” she moaned, tugging his shorts the rest of the way down.

Grant kicked them off, grabbed Delia’s hips, and thrust himself deep inside her.

He didn’t go slow, he didn’t go soft; he rammed into her as fast as he could and Delia literally screamed in delight.

Her hands were around his neck, holding on for dear life as he thrust away at her. He was sliding so deep and then pulling almost all the way out, over and over again. Delia moaned and sighed and groaned and called out his name in a haze of pure pleasure.

“Oh Grant yes, yes, yessss!” she cried and her lower body exploded around him. Delia sucked in a breath and let her hands fall to the bed.

Grant continued slamming into her now limp body until, with a deep groan, he came himself.

He collapsed on top of her.

After several minute of heavy breathing, Delia pushed Grant off of her, then climbed up on top of him.

“That was incredible,” she said, bending her head down to suck a nipple past her lips.

Grant nodded.

Delia grinned. “I guess you have years of experience.”

“Not fair,” he said.

The grin stayed on Delia’s lips. “Let’s see, when you were my age . . . I didn’t even exist!”

“Funny,” he said not smiling.

“Aw, you know I love it that you’re so much older than me. It’s so hot.”

“Why is it?”

Delia shrugged. “The same reason a guy your age thinks nailing a twenty-one year old is hot.”

“Because he’s a horny bastard?” Grant said.

“You know, I’ve only been here two days and it’s already the best vacation I’ve ever had.”

“It’s been a pretty good couple of days,” Grant said nodding.

“Pretty good?” Delia asked putting her hands on her hips.

Grant grinned. “How about fucking amazing?”

Delia leaned down and met Grant’s mouth in a heated kiss. Their tongues explored each others mouths while their hands did the same with their bodies. Ten minutes later and Grant was inside of Delia, fucking her into oblivion yet again.

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