Chapter 41
Chocolate-Covered Strawberries – Jack
A fter our meal, I have one more surprise up my sleeve, and I bring her into a little a hut along a nearby beach.
“What is all of this?” she asks.
“For tonight, it’s ours.” It’s adorned with fairy lights and plenty of pillows and blankets. Before our earlier romp on the beach, I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but she’s since made it very clear of her intentions… and luckily for me, they perfectly aligned with mine for her.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Well, climb on in,” I encourage her, and she does. And I give her a little smack on the ass.
“Hey!”
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
She looks back at me and smiles. “I don’t mind.”
Then, I go in after her before undoing the cloth curtain to give us some privacy. I also see, as I requested, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries in the corner.
“I have to say, I’m very surprised by all of this.”
I shove some of her hair behind her shoulder before nibbling at her ear lobe. “That was sort of the intention.”
“Well, yes. I meant that. But I also figured you’d want to stay in tonight.”
I sigh. “Honestly, I thought so, too. However, having you as a distraction is much better. I’ll start back up fresh in the morning.”
“What time to you meet with him?”
“Two.”
She then nods. “Ah, so you have plenty of time.”
“Exactly.”
We just kind of stare at each other until she licks her lips and kisses me.
“So, what’s next?” she asks.
I decide to show her rather than tell her.
Grabbing the plate, I take a strawberry in my fingers and rub it around her mouth—teasing her a few times but then pulling it away before she can take a bite.
“You’d better be careful. I’ll end up biting your finger if you aren’t careful.”
That makes my mouth go dry. “I wouldn’t mind.” I wouldn’t say I’m a masochist or anything, but a little mild pain in the bedroom doesn’t bother me.
“Oh, yeah?” She takes my unoccupied hand and raises before putting the first two fingers in her mouth and then turning them and biting down.
It turns me on.
“Fine! I cave. You can have the strawberry.”
She giggles, takes it from me, and replaces my fingers with it in her lips.
“Thank you.”
After finally trying it, she discards it again. There’s a light in her eye that I haven’t seen before.
“Get on your knees,” she demands.
Oh, hell yeah. Perhaps it’s kind of cliché of me at this point to enjoy being domineered in the bedroom—being a successful man and all of that—but I don’t care.
It isn’t tall enough to stand up in, but I manage to do as she wishes without hitting my head on the straw top.
She untucks my shirt, removes my tie, and then starts unbuttoning.
“Good,” she murmured after freeing it at each side of my body. Then, she grabbed my face, and we kissed some more, her lips tasting even more delectable than normal.
When she starts undressing, I reach out to touch her, but she stops me.
“I’ll tell you when.”
I can’t believe how good she is at this. The meek mannered girl from Aurora, Indiana being a dom. Never thought I’d see the day. But I’m happy to bear witness to it.
She slides out of her dress and is only in a bra and underwear. They’re both black. And as much as I want to reach out and cup her breasts, I don’t.
Next, she pushes my shirt completely off, and then removes the white t-shirt underneath, as well.
“Lay down,” she commands. “Good. Now put your hands above your head.” I abide.
You’d think she was a sailor with the accuracy she used to tie my tie around my hands and a nearby post.
“Good,” she repeats as she brushes her hand on my torso. She then climbs on top of me and kisses down from under my chin and all the way down my chest.
When she’s in the right position, she takes her two index fingers and flips them into the waistband of my underwear, and she pulls them down.
“Can I get undressed like this every night?”
Kayla gleans. “We’ll see.”
Then, she rubs up and down before taking me into her mouth.
Oh, god. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation.
Just when I’m about to come, she stops.
“What—” I raise my head.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Um.” My brain is scrambled from the pleasure she made me feel. “I think so. Check my pocket.”
She does and finds one. Thank goodness for my preparations.
Unlike the last time, she opens it this time and rolls it down over me. It’s honestly incredibly sexy.
Then, she takes her underwear off before unhooking her bra and getting on top of me again.
Since my hands aren’t available, she must do all of the work, but I slide inside of her again.
After that, I get to watch as she thrusts against me—every other part of her body delightfully jiggling in response. Again, I wish my hands were free, but just watching is fine too.
We gasp, moan, and pant together until I see her throw her head back.
I then allow myself to come.
When it’s over, she undoes my hands and lies with me. I run my hand along her jaw.
“That was nice.”
She chuckles against my skin.
“What?”
“Nothing. That was just—fun.”
My eyes grow big. “I’d certainly hope so.” God forbid. I’d be mortified if a woman ever had sex with me and didn’t enjoy herself.
She laughs again. “Of course, that. But I mean the dominant stuff.”
“You’ve never done that before?”
She bit down on her lap and shook her head.
“Really?” She was pretty damn good for her first time.
“Did I do a good job?”
I grasp her face. “If you have to ask that, then I did not do a good enough job conveying just how much I enjoyed it.” Then, I kiss her nose.
“Well, I could tell you were into it. I just wanted to make sure.”
“You were great. I promise.”
She beams. “Okay, good.”
However, I’m not finished with her—not yet.
I put my undershirt and underwear back on, but when she reaches for her clothing, I stop her. “Not yet.”
Then, I spread her legs, lower myself down, use my spit for lubrication, and start working to make her come on my tongue.
With her hands perfectly free, they’re able to grab my hair.
“Okay, I tap out,” she mutters when I’m finished.
I chuckle. “You can’t handle any more?”
She sighs. “I’m afraid not.”
I lean down to kiss her. “Then we’d better get you back to the hotel.”
After hoisting herself up on her forearms, she grabs the strawberries. “Can I take these?”
I smile. “Of course.”
Truly a woman after my own heart. I couldn’t see a good plate of chocolate and just leave it there either.