Chapter 17 #2
“They will if you keep flapping that sheet. But you know what?” He cupped her breasts, and she closed her eyes and arched into his touch with a moan. “I don’t give a shit because I’ll be the envy of every man who sees that I get to touch you. Baby, you are my every fantasy.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
He tapped his chin. “Bring yourself here, Lexi. Let me smell you. Let me suck you dry. Let me shoot you to the stars.” I won’t get to after tonight.
Grinning, she shook her head. “Not out here. Besides, we might tip the lounge chair over. Let’s keep this fantasy of yours injury-free.”
“All right,” he chuckled. “We’ll save that fun for later. Slide your tight little body onto my big dick and ride me instead.”
He held one corner of the sheet so she could fist his engorged cock and line herself up to take him in. And when she guided him inside her wet heat, hot chills cascaded down his spine. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he nearly lost his grip on the sheet.
“Holy fuck!”
“Shh!” She giggled again. “We don’t want the whole resort to know what we’re doing.”
“I want them to know what we’re doing.” He flashed her an evil grin.
She rolled her eyes. Then things turned serious. He gave her back the corner of the sheet and gripped her waist as she began to rock against him in a slow, sensual slide.
Closing her eyes, she pinned the sheet corners to her shoulders. A look of sheer ecstasy came over her. “Oh, Josh.”
“Yeah, baby. Right there with you.” Entranced, he stared up at her shifting expressions and the way her body undulated. “One more part to this fantasy,” he gritted out.
Her lids lifted to half mast, and she stopped moving. He took the sheet from her grasp, draping it over her shoulders and freeing her hands. “I want you to touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened. “Touch m-myself how?”
He jerked his chin at her chest. “Play with your tits. Show me how you’ll touch them when you’re thinking of me. Then I want to see you fuck your fingers at the same time you’re fucking me. Get yourself off.” Jesus, where had this side of him come from?
Hesitation flitted through her eyes. “But I’ve never—”
“Do it for me?”
“Me doing that is your fantasy?”
“With you on top of me and us out here like this, that’s the whole thing. Yeah.”
Her eyes fastened on his as she brought her slender hands to her breasts, cradled them, massaged them, and began pinching her tight little peaks. Her throat worked with breathy little moans.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that. You are so damn hot.”
His sweet Lexi was indulging him, going outside her boundaries for him, all because he’d asked. And he loved her for it.
“Hold on to my hips, Josh.”
“Can’t. I’m holding up the sheet.”
“Drop it so you can help me fuck you properly.”
He tried not to smile at her language. There was nothing proper about her fucking him or the way she was arousing herself. What she really wanted, he guessed, was for him to anchor her while he thrust up into her, while he set the tempo and rocked her body.
He shook his head. “No way, babe. You’re fucking me plenty properly, and this show is only for me.
” Yeah, it was a little weird that he’d wanted to do this outside.
The danger of being seen by other guests heightened the excitement, but truth be told, he didn’t want that line crossed.
He didn’t anyone to watch his Lexi performing his dirty fantasy, especially if it meant they might film her for their own personal porno or to blast out across the internet.
No, this erotic show was his to savor. Just like she was his. No one else’s.
She continued fondling herself while she writhed against him, her mouth parted, eyes closed.
“Now the fingers, baby. Show me how you’re going to get yourself off when I’m not around.” What if some other dude were to get her off when he wasn’t around? He slapped that errant thought down.
Again her eyes opened, but they remained hooded. “They won’t fit. You’re too big.”
Her words made the rooster in him crow. Sure, he knew he was packed, but hearing her say it lit him up inside.
“Then slide off and sit your luscious ass on my stomach. After you make yourself come, I want you right back on my hungry dick. I’ll make you come again, baby. Better than before. You’ll be begging for it.”
That shyness shone in her eyes again, and he almost stopped her.
Yeah, he was being a pervy fuck, but he’d never acted out anything like this before—had never even considered it—and he was digging doing this with her.
She’d allowed him to go this far, and damn, he was wound up enough to find out if she’d go all the way for him.
She lifted herself off him, her legs a little shaky as she settled herself on his abdomen.
“Feet on my shoulders, babe.” She tucked the heels below his armpits. Something about those little bows around her ankles made him more nuts than he already was.
Keep it together.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Now spread your knees. Show your world to me, baby.” Planting her palms on either side of his hips, she let her knees fall to each side.
Her wetness glinted in the dimness. He could smell her arousal, like musk and honey, and he pulled the scent deep into his lungs.
“God, that’s so good. Love how you smell.
I love how your scent stays on my skin, in my nose, after I’ve had my tongue buried inside you,” he babbled.
She let out a little gasp.
A warning bell clanged inside his head. Was he going too far? “Is this too much?” Please say it isn’t.
“N-no. It feels kind of … sexy,” she sighed.
“Because you are sexy. You’re the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever had. Now show me, Lexi. Show me how you’re going to make yourself come without me.”
Carrying her weight on one hand, her glittering eyes glued to his, she inserted a slim finger from her free hand. Then a second one. He broke their shared gaze so he could watch her pleasuring herself. She began moving her fingers in and out, slowly at first, before adding a third.
Jesus Christ!
Suddenly, he was jealous of her fingers. “Does it feel as good as when I do it to you?” he croaked.
“No,” she breathed. Her eyes shuttered, and she tilted her pelvis up as she increased the tempo. Her head fell back, her chest heaved with ragged breaths, and her ass bounced on his stomach.
Spellbound, he stared, holding his breath, while his erection grew ever more painfully hard. Watching her was so hot he had no words to describe it. His mind took pictures of the erotic scene. Snap, snap, snap.
He’d been gripping the sheet this whole time, which added to his torture because he couldn’t touch her, and fuck, did he want to touch her. He wanted to make her come. Now. So bad his muscles shook with want. He struggled to keep his hips from flexing in time with her thrusts.
In that instant, he would’ve died to be inside her.
“Use your thumb, baby,” he urged.
Her thumb circled, and her rhythm faltered. She picked it up again, finally pressing her thumb pad against that sweet, sensitive spot. Her body shuddered, and her hand stuttered.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you come. Let me see it. Fuck, I want to lap you up!” Was he even making sense?
Her pelvis bucked, and she let out a little cry and stilled.
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” he ordered, not even recognizing his own voice. She fed them to him, and he licked and lapped and sucked like a feral animal.
Then he wrapped the sheet around her and sprang from the lounger, toppling it in his hurry to carry her into the suite.
Slammed the slider shut. Hauled her to the bedroom.
Unceremoniously dumped her on the mattress and followed her down.
Shoved his shoulders between her legs and licked her seam from top to bottom before flicking his tongue over that tender spot.
Then he closed his lips around it and suckled.
She bucked off the bed as another orgasm ripped through her.
He crawled up her body, lifting her legs over his shoulders while she writhed and moaned and panted beneath him.
He crashed his mouth down on hers, his tongue breaching, plunging, possessing.
Her tongue dueled back, while her nails raked through his hair, down his back, her passion marking his skin, and soon she was sucking his tongue inside her mouth with force.
The blaze ebbed, a moment of calm in the storm, and he drew back, sweeping her hair from her face. “You do things to me, Lexi. You make me feel things I didn’t want to feel, and I’ve tried to make it stop, but it’s too late. Baby, I’m in deep.”
Her brows knotted together in question.
He placed a fingertip on her bottom lip.
“I love you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but it’s real.
” There. He finally admitted what he’d been feeling these last few days.
And now his heart was out there, completely exposed just as she’d exposed herself to him on the lanai.
He’d given her the power to bring a crushing fist down on that quivering organ while he waited for her reaction.
Her fingertips stroked his scalp, her touch so different from the heated one moments before, yet somehow causing more chills to spill down his spine.
Green eyes mined his with aching tenderness as she murmured, “I think I love you too, Josh. I keep telling myself it’s not possible, that it’s only lust talking, but my heart has other ideas. ”
Relief and joy flooded him at the same time.
“Yeah?” He could feel the goofy grin sprouting on his face.
What a sight they must be, her legs draped over his shoulders with her spiked heels dangling in the air, his body strung like a bow, his throbbing cock poised to plunge inside her, and him grinning at her like a fool.
“Yeah,” she hummed.
“Ready to be properly fucked?”
“So ready.” Arching her back, she braced her palms against the headboard. The pendant glinted on her chest. This sight was possibly even more stunning than what had come before because she was giving herself to him, body and soul.
She loved him.
He stroked into her, a sweet, slick glide, losing himself inside this woman he adored.
It took mere moments for them both to soar over the edge, shatter, and flutter like fragments of confetti.
Consciousness caught up to him much later as they lay wrapped up in each other’s arms, hearts pressed together.
Tomorrow was going to be a bitch.