Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rhett
She positions herself on my thighs. “Rhett,” she whines, her soft, wet pussy grinding against my flesh.
“Open wide for me,” I command.
Her eyes become smoky with shock, excitement, and pure anticipation.
Ever so slowly, she leans back, and with her palms firmly on the bed, she submits.
Her legs make a V, then she opens wide and exposes all of her intimacies.
She is dripping with excitement, and her eyes beg me to have her in whatever way I want. There is rapture in capitulation.
I shiver at the sight of her surrender.
I lean forward and finger her clit. It is pure joy to watch her gorgeous face turn lustful and hear the small kitten sounds she makes as I push two fingers into her wet heat.
Her head drops back. The plan was to finger-fuck until she climaxed, then fuck her until she forgets her own name, but my mouth waters for the sweet taste of her.
In the end, I make her sit on my face and eat her out to my heart’s content. And why not? She is blissful, and I’m in heaven. I suck her until she gushes over me and I remember the furious urge in me to push forward, make her eyes roll back, and see her convulse with pleasure.
Taking a firm hold of her hips, I bring her to me and flip her onto her stomach as if she was no more than a doll.
She laughs with pleasure and lets me. It is so wonderfully easy to slide between the slick, hot lips of her engorged pussy.
Gently, I press the back of her neck to force her down on the bed.
It evokes a gasp of frantic thrill from her at the promise of getting mercilessly, adoringly, and inescapably fucked.
“Slowly. Go slow,” she cries. “I want to feel every last inch. Make me wonder when it will end.”
“Will do, darlin’.”
I stop my press inexorably into her to allow her to get used to the stretch.
“More. Get all of it in. Fill me up,” she urges.
I slam in hard.
“Oh Fuck. Big. Big,” she moans excitedly.
“Too much?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“No. Stay. It’s perfect.”
One of her hands swings back and feels around until she has a firm grip on my ass.
She is demanding I stay balls-deep. I feel her breath catch more than once, and I think I do the same, feeling the incredible, swollen, almost too much pressure inside her, nudging myself through the wall of wet, spasming flesh.
“Tell me how much you want my cock,” I ask, grinding slowly in and out of her, my fingers flicking over her clit.
“Just keep fucking my pussy. Nice and deep,” she groans, followed by a string of unholy sounds from her throat.
The big bed creaks as I pound away any thoughts of George from her head. I make her scream raggedly into the sheets and pillow.
“Uh … huh. Oh my God. Make me … oh, Rhett. Yes. Like that. That’s it. Oh, man … Oh God. Yes. Like that. Like that. That! That! ... Exactly like that.”
I put my everything into her and plow in and out of her tight little pussy. When I look down at the shivering, lost flesh under me, I know without a doubt that she is mine now. And lily-livered George can go take a flying leap off the white cliffs of Dover.
I pump her half to heaven until we both give each other what we crave.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. Then she turns to me. “That was something, huh?”
“It was.”
She bites her lip. “To be that good, I suppose you get a lot of practice.”
I hide my amusement. “It was good not because I’m good, but because we’re good together.”
“Was it this good with Vanessa?” she asks softly.
I laugh. “No.”
“No?” She sounds hopeful.
“No. Finding the person you have off-the-charts sexual chemistry with is not easy.”
“And we have off the charts sexual chemistry?”
“Absolutely, and I say this from extensive experience,” I say dryly.
“Now that the naked event is over, what’s the dress code for the next event?” she asks cheekily.
“Well, there’s nothing wedding stuff happening today, so I was thinking we could visit Montauk Point Lighthouse. The views are spectacular, and it’s quiet and peaceful. Just you, me, and the ocean.”
Her eyes light up at that, the kind of genuine excitement. “Montauk? I’ve never even heard of it. That sounds amazing.”
Warmth spreads in my chest at her enthusiasm. “It’s a bit of a trek, but I promise it’ll be worth it. You will get your fill of history, see some nice scenery, and maybe even have a little adventure.”
She laughs, the sound bouncing around the room and making my pulse race. “An adventure, huh? Is that your polite way of saying we’re going to find a secluded spot and you’re going to have your wicked way with me?”
I lean back on my elbows, my eyes twinkling. “Exactly. Unless you’re too chicken …”
Her mock offended expression makes me laugh out loud. “Too chicken? Don’t underestimate me, Rhett Remington.”
“You’re right,” I say, the smirk tugging at my lips. “I should know better. You strutted into a room full of strangers in a Jessica Rabbit costume and asked a total stranger out on a date for a dare.”
She stretches, and I can’t help but watch, noting the easy confidence in the way she moves.
“I’ll go and get ready then.”
I watch her walk away, gloriously naked and quite unaware of how much pleasure I’m getting from watching her. At the door, she gives a little shimmy of that fine ass of hers, and flashes me a grin, before making her dramatic exit.
I laugh and realize why I’ve been so drawn to her. It’s not just the obvious attraction, the chemistry, the flirtation, although all of that is more than good, but it’s the fire, the spirit, the unpredictability of her that keeps me on my toes. She is intoxicating.
My thoughts naturally move on to ambushing her in her room and ravishing her, which will get us nowhere.
With great determination, I spring out of the bed, streak into the bathroom, and make myself presentable.
Afterwards, I put on a pair of jeans, sneakers, a T-shirt, grab a light jacket from the closet, and head out to the kitchen where I switch on the coffee machine.
I told Mrs. Parks she could have the day off, so the whole house is quiet as I fry some bacon and make toast. It’s nearly ready when I hear Pippa’s steps on the stairs.
“In here,” I shout, and she comes into the kitchen.
“I’m starving,” she announces as I fill two plates with the food.
She is already munching on the toast by the time I have made us both some coffee and sat down opposite her.
Her hair is in a long braid, and I smile to myself, remembering the fight she had with her hair yesterday.
She isn’t playing that game again today.
She is wearing a cute little black dress with a small red and pink floral design scattered over it and white sneakers.
She looks like the most delicious thing at the table.
“You realize this isn’t fair now, right?” she says.
“Huh? What isn’t?”
“This tour guide stuff. You’re bound to win because I only had one day to show you London. This is your second day.”
“And I’m aiming for a third one,” I say with a grin.
“Cheater,” she accuses.
“Well, we can make it fair,” I say.
“I’m listening.”
“I’ll have to come back to London with you so you can have a couple of extra days,” I say.
“I’ll hold you to that,” she says, a strange look in her eyes.
When we finish eating, we step out into the morning sun that is casting long shadows on the driveway.
It feels quiet, subdued in a way that’s almost serene after the intensity of last night’s storm and our fucking.
I glance at Pippa out of the corner of my eye as we head to my car and smile to myself.
That little dress is going to be real easy to get into later.