OMG!  I’m so slammed this month.  I’ve got six interviews and guest blog posts scheduled for July. 

Plus……drum roll……The Memoir Series will be coming out in the next week or so.  HAWT DAMN, these are gorgeous covers!!  Can’t wait for you to see them.  Alex has got to be the most talented cover designer EVER.  Not to mention I’m thrilled to have my X-rated blog published in book form.  Finally!  And not just in one book, but three: Being Naughty, Still Naughty, and Always Naughty. 

Sounds just like me, doesn’t it?  Of course!  *wicked grin* 

Speaking of hot sex, I know I haven’t had much of that on this blog for the last month or so.  Sorry.  Wes and I are still fucking like bunnies on crack, and he’s behaving very nicely these days.  But I’ve been so slammed with book biz stuff I haven’t had the time to write about it.

So here’s the next best thing.  How about hot sex with Wynn and Noelle from Bewitched at the Beach: Book Two of the Rune Witch Series?  Thought you might like some kinky hot tub sex to get you over (or under) “Hump Day.”  Enjoy the first chapter of this sizzling novella available in the Kindle Store at:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=laura+stamps&x=15&y=18

Or at my book site: http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com

 

Bewitched at the Beach: Book Two of the Rune Witch Series

Laura Stamps ©

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

“Hey.”  Tuesday afternoon, the third week of August, and Noelle holds her cell phone in one hand while her other hand rests on her slim hip.  Standing at the glass door of the import store she manages, she watches the late summer sun bake the store’s asphalt parking lot, sending shimmering waves of heat snaking across its inky surface.  “What’s up?”

A sexy growl rumbles through Wynn’s throat.  “My dick is always up for you, darlin’,” he teases.

Noelle snorts.  “Tell me something I don’t know, cat-man.”  She steps back as three cars pull into the parking lot, and several women emerge, walk through the door, and into the store.  Turning around, Noelle signals to one of her employees, pointing toward the new customers.  “Seriously, we’re starting to get busy here.  Stop wasting my time and tell me why you’re calling.”

Wynn chuckles.  “Patience, darlin’.  You’ll like this.”

“I better,” she warns. 

“Are you working this weekend?”

“Just Saturday,” she replies.  “I’m opening, and you know how cranky that makes me.”  She shakes her head and groans.  “I’ll never be one of those perky morning people.”

Wynn chuckles.  “Tell me something I don’t know, sugar.”

“Quit fooling around, cat-man!  I’m not having a good day.  Our air is on the fritz again, and I’ve got two men on the roof right now trying to fix it.  I’m hot, and, I swear, if they tell me one more time that unit is terminal, I’ll…..”  Noelle impatiently taps the stiletto heel of her boot on the tile floor.  “Argh!”

“Relax, sugar.  What would you say about spending three nights at Hilton Head?  We’d leave on Friday and come back Monday afternoon.”

“I’d say you’re dreaming.”  Noelle runs her hand through onyx, gel-spiked hair, blotting the back of her moist neck with her collar.

“Maybe not, darlin’.”

“Then spill.”

“Dray went to a supplier party a few weeks ago.  They had door prizes, and he won a trip to Hilton Head this weekend.  The beach isn’t his thing, so he offered it to me.  I wanted to run it by you first before I told him I’d take it.”

“Cool!”  She turns away from a woman looking at a display of baskets imported from Africa.   “But your boss is a daywalker, right?” she whispers into the phone.  “Why is he giving up such a great trip?”

“Sugar, daywalker vamps can walk in the sun,” Wynn explains.  “They just can’t bake in it.”

“Gotcha.”  Noelle snickers.  “Dray in swim trunks lying on the beach, soaking up rays.  Yeah, that’ll never happen.”

“Exactly,” Wynn replies.  “So do you wanna go?”

“Absolutely.”  Noelle hurries to the counter and pulls out the weekly schedule from the shelf beneath the cash register.  “Tell Dray we’ll take it.  I can find someone to cover for me on Saturday.  My assistant manager owes me a favor anyway.”  She lays the schedule on the counter.  “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent.”  Wynn growls again, his voice low, and sexy.  “Maybe after dinner tonight you could model that bikini you bought last summer at Dillards.  You know, the skimpy black one.”

Noelle snickers.  “Down, boy.”

*     *     *     *     *

The sun slowly sinks in the sky when they approach the beach house on Friday evening.  Decorative clumps of sea oats are scattered throughout the front yard and sway lazily in a salty breeze. 

“Sweet,” Noelle muses, yawning and stretching after the long drive.  She throws her arms up over her head and wiggles in her seat, grateful Wynn could leave work early that afternoon and beat the traffic coming home to pick her up.  Thirty minutes later they tossed their luggage in the car and hit the road for the three-hour drive to the coast.

Even though she loves to tease Wynn about his fancy sports car, Noelle appreciates how it pampers her body.  Especially on a road trip.  Soft leather seats cushion her back, while an expensive sound system floods the car with classic rock.  Tinted windows filter the scorching South Carolina sun. 

As Wynn turns into the driveway, Noelle glances out the window at the expensive beach houses lining the street.  All are painted in pastel colors, sprawling across spacious lots, each landscaped to provide plenty of privacy.  Several luxury hotels rise from the beach next to the neighborhood.

After he parks the car, Wynn hops out and grabs his travel bag and the large black backpack Noelle uses for short trips.  Slinging the straps of both over his shoulder, he rummages through his pocket for the key Dray gave him before he left the office.

“What do you think?” Wynn asks, closing Noelle’s door when she steps out.

“Nice, ” she replies, turning around to weave her fingers through his as they walk toward the house.  “Isn’t it?”

“Very.”  Wynn bends over to brush his lips across her cheek before slipping the key in the front door.

A cool blast of air conditioning bathes Noelle’s face.  Wynn pushes the door open and stands back, allowing her to walk through the entryway into an airy living room.  Her stiletto heels click loudly across spotless hardwood floors.

“Awesome,” she says, flipping the latch on the sliding glass door and stepping out onto a wide deck wrapping around the back of the house.

Wynn drops their luggage on the sofa and follows her outside.  Standing behind Noelle, he draws her back against his chest, slipping his hands beneath the black tank top she threw on before she left Columbia.  He playfully tugs on the silver ring piercing her navel before his fingers glide up to cup her breasts.  Dragging his thumbs across her nipples, he chuckles when they instantly harden into tight buds. 

“No bra today, sugar?”  Wynn dips his head, nuzzling her neck.

Noelle purrs and leans against him.  “Like you just noticed, cat-man.”  She places her hands over his and grinds her hip into his growing erection.

He growls and sucks her earlobe into his mouth, nipping it gently.

“Ouch!” Noelle yelps, elbowing the unmoving wall of his chest.  “That hurt.”

Wynn ignores her outburst, moving her toward a hot tub recessed into the deck.  He kisses her collarbone.  “Want to go skinny dipping, darlin’?”

“Sounds good to me.”  Noelle snickers, noticing the row of tall bushes on each side of the property that form natural privacy walls.  “Looks like we won’t be freaking out the neighbors.”

Wynn laughs.  “Since when do you care?” 

“Good point.”

He turns her around in his arms and claims her mouth. 

Noelle gasps as his tongue flicks across her bottom lip and then plunges into her mouth, devouring her.  His hands massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

She moans and melts into him, hungrily returning his kiss, her hand tangled in his long dark hair.  Slipping her fingers between their bodies, she gives his hard cock a squeeze, and he inhales sharply.

“Dear Goddess,” she breathes, when he releases her mouth.  “You’re frisky tonight.”  She fans her face and pulls out of his embrace.  “Let me find the bathroom in this place, and I’ll be back.”

She walks over to the edge of the hot tub, eying it suspiciously.  “Is this thing warm?”

Wynn squats down and dips his hand into the water.  “I guess whoever cleans this place got it ready for us.”  He looks up at her.  “Try it and see.”

She bends over and sticks a finger in.  “Mmm, I like that,” she purrs, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Flirt with me, sugar, and I’ll take you right here on the deck,” he warns, his dark eyes shining.

“Promise?” Noelle teases.  She squeals and dodges his hands, running through the open sliding glass door and into the house, laughing.  “You’re so easy, cat-man!”

She swipes her backpack off the sofa and dashes down the hall in search of the bedroom.  Stopping at the first door on her right, she finds an office with a computer, printer, and fax machine. 

“Not what I’m looking for,” she mumbles, turning back into the hall and walking through the door on her left.

“Bingo.”  Noelle tosses her backpack on the king-size bed and wanders through an arched doorway into a master bathroom larger than her kitchen in Columbia.  After she freshens up, she strips off her clothes and pads back through the house.

When Noelle opens the sliding glass door, she sees Wynn lounging in the hot tub.  Two bottles of water sit beside him on the deck next to a plate piled high with nut butter sandwiches and apple slices.

His eyes are closed, and he’s taken the band out of his thick black hair, which spills in glossy waves over his shoulders and into the warm water.  His head rests against the back of the tub. 

When Noelle steps through the door his eyes open, and he sits up.  Warm water cascades down his lean chest and the sinewy muscles of his arms.  Reaching for one of the bottles, he moves with leonine grace.  Just like the cat he becomes when he shifts.

Noelle sighs as she watches him, her eyes caressing his gorgeous body, wandering down from his high cheekbones to his broad shoulders.  Wynn’s chest is covered with a dark dusting of soft hair, and her fingers itch to travel through it.  She licks her lips and closes the door, amazed how the sight of him still spikes her libido even after five years together.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” Wynn teases, taking a sip of water and winking at her.

“You wish, cat-man,” she snorts, stepping carefully into the hot tub.

He chuckles and holds out his hand to steady her.

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing toward the plate of food.  “You know I only do organic.  I’ll bet there’s nothing organic in that entire kitchen.”

Wynn pulls her onto his lap, hooking her knees around his hips. 

Facing him, Noelle feels his meaty erection pressing against her stomach, and her sex clenches with anticipation.

“That’s a bet you’d lose, sugar.”

“No way,” she protests, opening her mouth as he feeds her a piece of fruit.

“I packed some of your favorite snacks before we left.”  He dips his head to lick a bead of water from her pert nipple.  “Trust me, darlin’.  You’re gonna need your strength this weekend.”

“Aren’t you the Boy Scout?” she murmurs, choking down a moan with a bite of apple.

Wynn grins up at her, his tongue circling her nipple, while his hand slides between her thighs.  “Always prepared.”  He cups her mound and presses his thumb against her clit.  “That’s my motto, sugar.”

“Wait!” Noelle exclaims, grabbing his hand and stilling it before he can plunge two fingers into her sex.  “I need some water to wash down this apple.”  She lifts his arm and waves it toward the water bottle.  “You’re driving me crazy, cat-man.”

Wynn laughs and hands the bottle to her.  After she takes a long gulp, she gives it back to him. 

Placing the water bottle on the deck, he grabs her hips, his long fingers kneading her ass.  “Ready now?” he asks, giving her a lusty grin.  “I can’t wait much longer, sugar.”

Noelle snickers, weaving her hands through his hair.  “Then don’t.”  She pulls him toward her, kissing him hungrily, her tongue invading his mouth to dance aggressively with his.

Wynn growls and shifts her hips on his lap.  While Noelle continues to ravage his mouth, he slides his hand down her flat stomach and between her thighs, stroking her clit.

A seagull cries overhead, floating down to the beach, while the sun sets on the fiery surface of the ocean.

Noelle clutches Wynn’s shoulders and leans back.  “Oh, that feels so good,” she moans. 

He plunges two fingers inside her, slowly pumping into her cunt, and she eagerly rides his hand.  Tiny waves ripple across the hot tub, reflecting the setting sun.

Her sex grips his fingers, and she can feel the first spasm of an orgasm coiling low in her belly.  Noelle whimpers and arches her back, thrusting her breasts out when intense pleasure explodes in her pussy.

Wynn chuckles.  “I love how responsive you are, darlin’.”  He pumps his fingers faster, while she grinds against his hand, riding the white-hot waves of her release.  Dipping his head, he suckles one nipple, nipping it gently.

Noelle screams when those little bites of pleasure-pain ignite a second orgasm, and her legs begin to shake.

“Hush, darlin’,” Wynn soothes, nuzzling her ear.  “You’ll scare the neighbors.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathes, laying her head on his shoulder, panting as the last tremors ripple through her.

“I know, sugar.”  Holding her against his chest with one hand, he pulls the other hand out, licks the remnants of her cream from his fingers, and reaches beside the plate of food for a foil packet.  After he rips it open with his teeth, Noelle takes the condom from him and rolls it over his engorged cock.

Caressing his erection with both hands, she nips his ear and whispers,  “Don’t let this go to your head, cat-man, but your dick is a work of art.”

Wynn laughs and slips down in the tub.  Lifting Noelle’s hips, he slides into her with one hard thrust.

“Dear Goddess, you’re tight,” he groans, rocking her slowly, pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting back into her.

Wanting to feel every delightful sensation as his thick shaft stretches her, Noelle brings her knees up, resting them against his chest, opening herself to take him as deeply as she can.  She closes her eyes and whimpers when he rolls over with her, rotating his hips to hit her G-spot.

“You’re like a drug, cat-man,” she breathes, clinging to him.  “I think I’m addicted to you.”

Moving Noelle beneath him, Wynn increases the speed of his strokes.  “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, sugar,” he groans.

“Then I must be delirious,” she replies, biting her lip as a lightning flash of bliss snakes through her pussy, shaking her with a powerful climax.

He reaches down through the warm water and pinches her clit again, rolling the swollen bud between his fingers as he slams into her.

Noelle cries out when another orgasm crashes on top of the last one.  Her inner muscles grab his cock, rippling up and down its length, squeezing him with spasms of pleasure.

Wynn groans loudly, his release shooting through his groin, spurting warm seed into the condom.  He rolls over and drags Noelle on top of him.

When she can move again, she nuzzles his wet chest.  “I like this hot tub,” she murmurs, warm water caressing her satisfied body. “We should get one of these for our backyard.”

Wynn chuckles, running his hand through his hair, damp with water and perspiration.  He hugs Noelle to him, tenderly stroking her back.  “I doubt we’d get any work done, darlin’.” 

A few minutes later he slips out of her and pulls off the used condom, tossing it on the deck.  Grabbing another foil packet, he rips it open.

“True,” Noelle agrees and then snickers.  “No wonder Savannah and Donnie spend so much time in that custom-built bathtub of theirs.”

Wynn snorts.  “I’m amazed he can leave for work every day with that kind of temptation.”

“He must have a lot of willpower,” Noelle muses, stroking the silky skin of his quickly recovering cock.

“Then he’s a better man than I am, sugar,” Wynn replies, rolling on the condom and slipping inside Noelle again, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm.

“Mmm, that feels good.”  She kisses his neck and then nips his collarbone.  “I’ve always thought willpower was highly overrated.”

**********

xoxo
Laura Stamps ©
The Magickal SexWitch
Author of Paranormal Erotica & Romance Novels
(HOT Vampires, Shapeshifters, Witches)
laurastamps@mindspring.com
To see all my novel series:
http://www.avampskiss.blogspot.com
My verrrrry naughty blog:
http://www.LauraStamps.com
My “Laura Stamps” Fan Page at Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/sexwitch
Follow me on Twitter at:
http://twitter.com/sexwitch

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 14th, 2010 at 6:00 am and is filed under Naughty Notes, Sex. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

• Sex in the Ocean with Wynn…oh, yeah!
• What’s Your Favorite Male Body Part?
• Sex on the Beach…Oh, let me count the ways! *naughty grin*
• Still in the Hot Tub with Wynn….my, oh my!
• What’s Important to a Horny Man?