John Wayne and Diana Maitland both started to awaken at about the same time; the early morning sunlight was starting to brighten the master bedroom of his friend's beach house since all the curtains were open. They had changed positions during the night because they had woken up once when they were still in their "spooned" position because his dick had hardened and was pressing against her ass. She kept rubbing her ass back against him and her pussy was dripping before she even started to wake up and become aware of what was happening.
It had turned them on, even in their sleep; so, without a word being said, he entered her from behind and caressed her breasts and kissed her neck until their desperate desires took over and he moved between her legs and they fucked hard and passionately in the dimly moonlit darkness for several minutes until they both came. Then they used the towel that they had left beside them on the bed—in anticipation of this very situation—to clean off, and then fell back asleep laying mostly on their stomachs facing each other, her left hand clutched in his right hand where they rested on the mattress between them.
They were both still lying on their stomachs, facing each other as they started to yawn and open their eyes, both wincing at the sunlight brightening the room; the clock beside the bed said it was about 6:30. Suddenly, without a word, she jumped up and ran to the balcony doors and opened one to step out onto the balcony. It was still a little cool, but it felt like it was going to be another warm day. She stood at the balcony railing with her arms wrapped around her breasts against the cool air, with her face turned slightly toward the sunlight and deeply breathing in the smell of the salt air, as the soft southeasterly breeze blew her hair back away from her face.
After a minute or two, she heard him come out and move up behind her so she didn't jump when he put his arms around her this time. "Why did you come out her so suddenly?" he asked softly next to her right ear. While she explained to him that she just loved to be on the beach in the early mornings, he kissed the side of her neck under her ear and down to the curve of her shoulder, making her shiver at the feelings of pleasure that coursed through her body from the way his lips made her tingle when he kissed her there like that.
He wrapped his arms tighter around her and said, "It's too chilly for you to be out here with nothing on...come back to bed with me!"
She leaned her head back and looked up at him and said softly, "I wasn't shivering because I'm cold. You make me shiver when you kiss me like that on my neck and shoulder...it sends tingles all through by body, making my nipples harden and causing goose bumps on my skin...didn't you know that?"
He shook his head and then leaned down to kiss her softly in the same spots, moving her arms away from her breasts and keeping his eyes open as he felt her shiver again, and heard her moan softly as he saw goose bumps start to form down her arm and back, and peered down at her breasts and watched in amazement as her nipples hardened further to stand out from her breasts. His dick, pressed against her lower back, twitched slightly at that sight, making her laugh sexily as she said, "See? I can tell you're going to like knowing this little tidbit!"
He spun her around and started kissing the other side of her neck and shoulder the same way, this time making her knees feel weak as well, so he had to put his hands at her waist to steady her. She was moaning and sighing softly and he felt her nipples getting even harder against his lower chest. My God, he had never affected any woman like this just by kissing her neck and shoulders! Pilar was the first woman who had moaned softly when he did this to her, but she hadn't shivered and he hadn't noticed if it gave her goose bumps; and she certainly would never have told him if it made her nipples hard!
He straightened up and looked down at her; her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and her head was leaning back and to the side as the soft breeze blew a few strands of her shining, sunlit, golden hair across her face—she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His chest tightened and he breathed heavier as the urge to grab her and drag her away somewhere and lock her up so she could never leave him surged through his body. He needed to possess her, and the mere thought of any other man ever touching her again almost made him want to kill... His hands on her waist tightened painfully, and she gasped and jerked her head up to look at him with her eyes wide, and then frowned as she asked him, "What's wrong?"
He immediately dropped his hands from her waist and stepped back dragging in deep, ragged breaths as he tried to calm down and figure out where this strange, powerful and scary urge had come from. He shook his head at her and gestured with his hand to stop her as she started to move toward him as he turned around and walked back into the bedroom to sit on the side of the bed; thankfully she had gotten his message and didn't follow him in right away. He suddenly had a realization that maybe he didn't love her in the right way; he can't possess her—he can only love her and hope she loves him back just as much—even if she doesn't marry him.
She stared after him as he went inside and then turned back around toward the sun, wrapping her arms around herself as she suddenly felt very chilled, and confused as to what had just happened with him. She stood out there for a few minutes longer until she heard him move on the bed and then the sounds of him pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, so she hoped it was safe to go in. She walked to the balcony door and peered in at him and he smiled ruefully at her, so she stepped in and closed the door behind her and went to sit next to him on the bed.
She looked at him and asked tentatively, "I don't suppose you're going to tell me what just happened, are you?" He shook his head no, then took a long drag on his cigarette and offered it to her, but she declined, shaking her head. "Will you ever tell me about this?" she asked softly. He looked at her for a moment, then looked away as he shrugged his shoulders slightly...he hoped it would never come up again so there'd be no need to explain anything.
He needed to go to the bathroom, so he stood and told her he'd be right back, took another drag and then handed her his half-smoked cigarette in case she changed her mind and wanted to finish it.
She sat there, still feeling confused, and mulled over what had possibly bothered him so much as she finished the cigarette. She had no clue; she tried thinking about what she could possibly have said or done to make him react and look the way he had. She started to think that it must've been something that came from within himself, because she hadn't done anything other than tell him how his kissing her neck and shoulders made her feel—why should that have made him grasp her like he wanted to hurt her and put a look of startled rage on his face!
It had scared her when she first opened her eyes and saw that look on his face; it had reminded her of him in a scene from "Wake of the Red Witch," when he had gone on a drunken binge after he found out Angelique was to marry the owner of his ship. He fought with several men aboard the ship and then dove off the side to swim ashore, only to find Angelique looking for him on the beach and he almost attacked her in a jealous rage...the look on his face in that scene was almost exactly what she'd just seen a few minutes ago.
Was that it? She turned around to sit sideways on the bed and stared at the bathroom door with a look of surprise and confusion. Had he suddenly felt jealous for some reason? What had happened to suddenly send him into a jealous rage? Nothing! But something must have popped into his head to make him think and feel that way...but what? And if it was just a thought that had caused him to react that strongly, no wonder it had scared him! Now she understood why he didn't want to talk about it; she would not bring this up again unless he did, but at least she now knew she had some ammunition for her arguments about why they shouldn't stay together. She took a last drag on the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table.
By the time he was finished in the bathroom, he felt a great deal calmer, having reasoned his way to the conclusion that it was just a one-time, strange emotional response to seeing her look so beautiful, knowing that they were so right for each other and still feeling confusion and anger as to why she resisted the thought of marrying him. When he came out, she was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but sideways, looking toward him and she smiled softly at him as if to let him know she wasn't going persist in questioning him about what happened. The look on her face was almost like she had already figured it out herself—she couldn't possibly know him that well—could she? He went and sat next to her on the bed and looked at her; he could see it in her eyes—as if she sympathized with him. He sighed heavily and said, "How did you figure it out?"
Her eyes widened slightly, then she smiled wryly and said simply, "Wake of the Red Witch." She saw him furrow his brows as he tried to think about it, and she started to help him, "The scene when you find Angelique on the beach just after..."
He furrowed his brows for a moment as he thought about the movie, and as soon as she mentioned the scene when he found Angelique on the beach, he started talking with her, "...just after I dove off the ship on a drunken binge, and then almost attacked her in a jealous rage... yeah, now I know. Gail told me I had scared her so badly that she didn't have to act in that scene; she was really scared at first. I still don't know where I found the emotions to play that scene then because I'd never felt real jealousy like that...until just a few minutes ago..."
Then he looked at her and said, "But if you don't mind, little girl, I'd rather not go into any more of this right now. It's too early and there are so many other things I'd rather be doing right now," as his eyes started to smolder at her. He moved to lie back on the bed, indicating for her to come lay next to him as he put his arms around her, holding her tightly against him; he wanted to memorize how it felt to hold her like this.
He could feel her soft hair on his shoulder and arm; her soft cheek pressed against the front of his shoulder and chest; her large, soft breasts crushed against his side—he could even feel the nipple of her left breast gently rubbing on the side of his torso as she breathed. Her small left arm was draped across his stomach, bent at her elbow with her hand caressing the right side of his chest. Her crotch was pressed against his left hip with her left leg draped across his upper thighs, her thigh lying against his crotch and her calf hanging down against the side of his right thigh. He could feel her soft mound and pussy hair nestled against his left hip; he could feel his dick already starting to stir just from his concentration on how good her body felt lying against his.
