Free Playing for Julia by Annie Carroll

shine from within. A few white cottages are scattered around behind it.  The air is mild and filled with the fragrances of eucalyptus and pine trees.
    As we go inside , I see that the inn is far more polished than rustic.  The dining room adjacent to the reception area has pink linen table cloths, gleaming glassware and flowers on every table.  At about half the tables people, mostly couples, are seated, eating dinner.
    Austen picks up the keys from the front desk.
    “Do you want to have dinner?  I hear their steaks are good.”
    “No,” I answer , smiling up shyly at him.  “I want you.”
    A smile spreads slowly across his face.  “Okay.”
    In the room I suddenly lose every drop of confidence I had. He goes over to the window and closes the striped drapes.  Then smiles that honey smile at me and walks across the room.  He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, softly first, then intensely.  I slide my arms around his neck, and run my fingers up into his soft black hair and return his kiss.  His tongue searches my mouth.  My tongue dances with his. I dissolve into him.  Oh, this feels so good.  I can feel how hard he is.  My body tightens deep down.
    “Oh god, Julia, I want you so much.”  His breathing is rapid and raw. “So much.”
    Then we are both stripping off clothes.  His hands run over my shoulders and slide the straps of my pink bra down my arms.  He kisses me on my throat as he reaches around to unsnap the bra. He drops my bra on the floor. My hands are shaking as I unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. It falls to the floor. He tugs at the zipper on my jeans.
    He tilts my chin u p and kisses me again.  I know he can feel my bare breasts brushing against his chest.  I can barely breathe.  His hands are on my breasts again, caressing them, circling around and around. I feel my body tightening, aching between my legs.
    I try to loosen his belt, but my trembling fingers are too clumsy.
    “I’ll do it, baby. ”  His voice is thick.  He lifts my face to his and kisses me softly.  “First take your jeans off.  I want to see you just in those panties.”
    I step back and as gracefully as I can unzip my jeans and slide them down over my hips and legs    and step out of them.  He watches me, desire for me written all over his face, as I stand in the middle of the room wearing pink silk panties and nothing else.
    “Beautiful Julia.  So beautiful.”
    He steps out of his shoes, then pulls off his jeans and briefs, looking at me the whole time, our eyes locked to each other. Then he is naked and very erect.
    “Come here , baby.”
    I walk into his arms . Oh yes.  Oh yes.
    He tilts my face up to his again and kisses me then picks me up and puts me down on the bed on my back. Our arms circle each other and I feel skin against skin all the way down our bodies.  Only a wisp of silk is between us. I surrender to the sensation; I surrender to him.
    He kisses my breasts , then his tongue circles around and around one nipple, tenderly. My nipples get harder. I feel his erection at my hip—he is so hard, like steel.  His fingers circle my other nipple.  I can feel it deep down in my groin. I run my hands down his back.  I love the feel of his skin. He licks my nipples.  My hips begin to move up and down slowly.  I can’t control it.
    O ne of his hands glides down my body and slides inside the silk panties. I sigh. I love the feel of his hands on my body.
    “ I’ve wanted you for so long, Julia.  You feel so good.”  His voice is raw with desire.
    I gasp as h is hand slides down even further through my pubic hair and I hear a sharp intake of breath from him as his fingers begin to circle me down there.  Around and around.  Oh god, I never thought I could feel like this.
    “ Already so warm.  So wet and juicy.”
    My hips move in rhythm to his hand as I become more and more aroused. My body is screaming for him.
    “I want you, Austen.  I want you now,” I beg. “Please