Taking Chloe (Vaughn)

“Let yourself go, baby. Trust me to take care of you.”

Instead of answering, she wrapped her hands around his face and leaned forward. The barely-there caress of her lips did things to him, crazy things. That she initiated the kiss made him feel somehow triumphant. Merrick pulled her against his body, crushing his mouth to hers even as her supple breasts pressed against his chest. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass, fondling gently, careful not to push the robe away and risk exposing her lower half. He pushed his erection against her, but pulled back when he encountered cotton.

“Too many clothes,” he muttered as he skimmed his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and released his cock. Skin touched skin. His blood raced. Her small palm coasted over his torso, down his abs, and grasped his heavy length.

Chloe took her time, smoothing her thumb back and forth over his dripping tip. As she lifted and positioned him right at the entrance to paradise, Merrick’s chest tightened. She sat slowly, her body sucking him in inch by delicious inch until she’d embedded his dick deep.

“Christ, woman,” Merrick groaned.

Chloe buried her head in the crook of his neck and rode him with slow, sweet precision. Merrick glanced over to the other couple, ensuring they still had a modicum of privacy. He was shocked to the core when he saw the woman bent over the railing, her shirt gone, her lover pounding into her from behind. Her eyes were closed and her large breasts jiggled with each thrust. She said something incoherent, then her lover leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.

Merrick had a sudden need for privacy. What had seemed like a fun idea at first now felt intrusive. When Chloe squeezed her inner muscles, his worries were lost in the torrent of desire coursing through his body. His only thought was Chloe. What would his wife think of the erotic show playing out?

“Open your eyes and watch the glass,” he demanded.

Chloe’s lids shot up. He knew the instant she’d spotted the couple. Her cheeks filled with color, and she bit her lip, but she didn’t look away. Merrick wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, further hiding her from curious eyes. He nibbled his way up her neck, playing with the sensitive spot behind her ear. Chloe moaned and moved faster. His gaze shot once more to the couple on the other terrace. This time the woman couldn’t be seen. Her lover stood there, out in the open, pumping his own cock as he stared at the floor. Merrick realized the woman must be on her knees. He looked at Chloe. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving with exertion as she rode him. With her dreamy eyes closed, it was clear she was lost in her own sensations.

The sexy picture of his wife slowly fucking him into oblivion took Merrick over the top. He forgot about where they were and who might see. He braced his feet on the cement patio and pushed upward several times, fucking her tight cunt with hard, forceful thrusts. Chloe moaned and gripped his shoulders.

“Come, baby,” he commanded

Chloe’s body tightened, swelled. She arched her neck, and Merrick cupped the back of her head and slanted his mouth over hers, drinking in her wild cries. She wrapped her powerful legs tightly around the chair, squeezing him, sending him over a blissful cliff and straight into a blazing inferno. He drove into her pussy hard one last time and exploded, filling her with jets of hot come. Her body pulsed all around his cock, sucking him in farther, milking him dry. Chloe slumped against him, sated and exhausted.

“Are you determined to make up for three months of abstaining in a single twenty-four hour period?” she complained, breathless and still pulsing all around his still-hard length.

Merrick laughed at her disgruntled tone and glanced over at the other terrace. The couple had disappeared. He imagined awkwardly meeting them in the lobby or riding the same elevator later and laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“That other couple.”

“Yeah?”

“It’d be downright weird riding in the elevator with them, wouldn’t it?”

Chloe groaned and hid her face in his chest. “I’m taking the stairs,” she mumbled.

He pulled her back and forced her to look at him. “It’s twenty-three floors, babe.”

Merrick tucked himself back into his boxers before helping her with her robe. She stood and glared down at him. “I’m in really good shape. It shouldn’t be a problem.”

He grabbed her hand as she started to walk away. “It was fun in a naughty sort of way. Admit it.”

The ornery grin spreading over her face was reminiscent of the old Chloe. “Yeah, it was pretty fun,” she admitted.

She walked back into the suite a little shakier than she’d walked out. His heart swelled. She’d started to relax a little. This would only be the beginning. By the end of the week, they’d be back on track. They had to be. The only other alternative scared the shit out of him.

Chapter Nine

“This is heavenly, Merrick. Thank you for taking me here.”

Merrick smiled and swiped a strawberry from the bowl, then brought it to Chloe’s lips. “Open up, sweetheart.”

Chloe opened and let him slip the fresh berry into her mouth. She bit down and juice dribbled down her chin. Merrick leaned over her and licked at the sweet juice. “Delicious,” he murmured. Chloe’s heart raced at the gruff sound of her husband’s voice. When Merrick was aroused, she was aroused. It was that simple.

She concentrated on not choking on the luscious fruit and looked out at the ocean. The Kapiolani Beach Park had everything a couple of tourists could want. Beautiful scenery, walking trails, beaches, and lots of spots to set up a picnic and bask in the sun. The weather was a perfect seventy-five degrees and sunny. Better yet, she had Merrick’s undivided attention. It was time they finally talked.

Chloe sat up and placed the bowl of berries to the side. “You said last night you’d tell me everything. I’m ready to listen.”