Chapter 28
Nate
The Maldives, all through the night…
Off.
Her clothes needed to be off. My busy fingers had already lowered the zipper on her dress as we walked along the winding path to my villa, stumbling at times, but holding on, drunk on each other, tipsy on touch, on the kisses I layered on the back of her neck, on her nimble hands undoing the buttons on my shirt.
Half-undressed already, we finally made it inside, wrapped up in each other.
Mine was the most secluded villa on the entire property, the equivalent of the top floor penthouse suite at a high-rise hotel.
Perched on stilts over the water, the island hut was framed on one side by the wide, open sea, and on the other by a private little lagoon a mere hundred feet away from the long dock at the edge of the villa.
With my hands on her waist, I kicked the door shut. The sound of it closing cordoned us off from everyone else. She was the only one who mattered.
This, us, here, now.
My brain could only process what was happening in one-word bursts. And the word that blared through my frontal lobe now was naked.
I yanked off her dress, letting it pool at her feet by the hardwood floor next to the bed.
She stepped out of it and her lacy underthings too, then slipped off her shoes.
My hands shot out, grasping her waist, then traveling north across the soft flesh of her belly to their final destination for the moment—her beautiful breasts.
A guttural moan rumbled from deep within my chest as I cupped those two perfect globes, rubbing my fingertips across her peaked nipples.
She gasped, and then that sound turned into a long, sexy moan.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” I said, as I reacquainted myself with her tits, her delicious ass, then her hips, thumbs digging hard into her hip bones. I wanted to claim her body with the intensity of my touch, with the ownership I felt for her.
“Keep them on me then,” she said, with a sly little smirk on her gorgeous face.
I grasped her wrist and led her out to the private deck. A bird swooped down, landing on the railing of the villa, singing his avian approval of my plan to send Casey into bliss under the moon with the ocean breeze kissing her skin.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you in these dresses and skirts that you wear all the time?” I asked as we passed the infinity pool at the edge of the deck, then walked down the steps that led to the long dock. Night had turned the ocean inky blue under the starlit sky.
“How hard is it?” Her voice was flirty and playful. I loved that she was so comfortable in her own skin. She hadn’t always been. She’d doubted she could be her true self with a man. But I wanted her to know she could be whomever she wanted with me.
“With you,” I said, taking her palm and rubbing it across the hard-on, straining against the fabric of my pants, “it seems I’m always like this.
And every single thing about you turns me on.
Everything you do to me. Every way you move.
Every naughty word from your lips. Every time you take control, and every time you give control.
All of it.” Her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips, looking both incredibly happy and tantalizingly sexy at the same time.
“I have had dirty thoughts about you for years. I’ve seen you naked so many times in my mind before I laid eyes on your sinful body in the flesh.
I’d stare at you in the short little skirts and imagine licking my way up your legs.
I’d picture my tongue on the inside of your thighs, you shivering, moaning, and then opening your legs for me. ”
Her eyes glittered darkly and her breasts moved with each breath she took as I praised her sensuality. I was turning her on, and I loved it. “Tell me something, Casey,” I said, dipping my head to her neck, finding that spot that drove her wild.
“Tell you what?” she asked, her voice breathy as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on tight as I brushed my lips lightly against the column of her throat.
“Tell me. If I slid my hand between your legs right now, would you be wet for me?”
“So wet,” she said, jutting out her hips, trying to angle her body as near to mine as possible. Her fingernails cut into my skull, urging me to move closer. “But why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“I intend to. Because I’m about to re-enact one of the dirty dreams I’ve had of you. And I didn’t just have this thought last night. I’ve had it all the times I’ve been here. I’ve pictured you on these stairs before,” I said, glancing down at the steps.
“You have?” she said, as goosebumps rose on her arms, revealing more of her want. Telling her I craved her was the ultimate turn-on for this woman.
“You’ve come on my tongue here before. You’ve begged for my mouth.
I’ve touched your sweet body all the other times I’ve been here.
You’ve screamed my name in pleasure.” The desire that flashed in her eyes stoked the blaze inside me.
I was consumed with the need to touch my woman.
I was obsessed with her pleasure. “Now let my fantasy become reality.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, threading a hand in her hair as her eyes went glassy with lust.
“Sit down on the steps now,” I told her and she did as instructed, perching her sweet, sexy ass on the middle stair.
“Now grip the railings with your hands,” I told her and she reached for the slats, grasping them. “And spread your legs for me.”
“Only for you. Always for you,” she said, as she let one knee fall to the side, hitting the railing gently.
Desire swamped my system at the sight of her bare pussy, glistening and wet.
I had to have her now. She let her other knee fall open, and there she was, arms and legs spread, body revealed, with nothing to do but hold on to the railing as she gave herself to me.
Lust pounded incessantly in my bloodstream, my pulse speeding up with the full realization that she wanted me in exactly the same way, which was every way, and that she needed me with the same kind of wild intensity.
“All I’m thinking about now are the thousands of ways that I intend to have filthy, wild, hot, dirty, beautiful sex with you,” I said, voice raw and hungry as I dropped to my knees, latched my palms on her thighs, and spread her open.
Her slick pink flesh beckoned to me, and I desperately needed to bury my face in her heat. To feel the slippery wetness from her on my jaw. To be coated in her desire. “It’s been too long,” I muttered. “So please forgive me if I’m too loud.”
She knit her eyebrows together momentarily. “Too loud?”
“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” I said as I dived in, groaning instantly as I licked a delicious line along her slippery, wet opening.
She cried out. I kissed her clit, then swept my tongue back down, and was rewarded with a primal moan.
A rumble escaped my lips as I flicked my tongue across her engorged clit.
Soon, her sounds of pleasure mingled with my groans as I feasted, and she offered all of herself.
“Oh god, your mouth. I want more of it. More of you. Please,” she said, practically begging, as she delivered on my fantasies.
We were both loud and hungry, a carnal duet of two people deeply in lust and love with each other.
She tasted divine, like sin and sex and the woman I craved ceaselessly.
I pushed my hands harder against her thighs, opening her wider, farther, wanting her abandon.
My cock throbbed painfully against my pants with every thrust of her hips, with every cry that sounded from her lips.
I could barely take it. The intensity of my own want for her racked my body, electrifying my blood.
I looked up at her, and very nearly stopped to flip her over, put her on her hands and knees and take her, like a crazed man in desperate need of his woman.
Because as hot as she’d been every other time, every other night, right now she’d crossed some kind of line of eroticism.
She was phenomenally passionate.
Her head was thrown back, her neck stretched long and inviting, and her hair spilled in curls over the stairs.
Her lips were parted, her mouth forming a perfect O.
Her arms were extended, taut and firm, almost as if she’d been tied to the railing by her own restraints—her hands that savagely gripped the wood posts, as she rocked her pussy into my face.
I kissed and sucked and licked, giving her everything I had, devouring her mouthwatering taste as her cries echoed in the tropical night.
Then, because I needed to feel more of her, I slid three fingers inside her tight heat, and kissed her hard, groaning in pleasure along with her.
“Nate,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut.
Her scream seemed to rip from her throat. That scream was my name as she came hard on my lips, flooding my tongue with the taste of her release.
Soon, she relinquished her hold on the posts, her body turning limp like a rag doll.
I shed my pants, then grabbed a long cushion from the deck furniture, tossed it on the hard wood so her back wouldn’t hurt, and then returned to the steps to scoop up my beautiful woman.
I carried her to the cushion, loving the utter contentment in her expression, and the rosy color in her cheeks.
“Was it as good as in your dirty dreams?” she asked, a woozy look on her face, as her lips curved up.
“Hell no,” I said, shaking my head, as I positioned her on the soft red material.
She shot me a curious look.
“My dirty dreams can’t even hold a candle to the real thing. You’re the sexiest woman I have ever known, and I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” I said, settling on my knees between her legs. “Now, get those ankles up on my shoulders so I can fuck the woman I love.”
She shivered, her shoulders curling in as she propped her feet on me, giving me another insanely hot view of that body that I treasured. “Is this how you want me?”
“Yes,” I said, as I gripped my cock and rubbed the head against her wet center. My muscles tightened as desire thundered through me. “Raise your ass.”
She lifted her rear, giving me a better angle.
I gripped her ankles and then sank into her.
All the breath fled my chest from that first dizzying rush of filling her.
I stilled my moves, imprinting this moment in my mind—the moonlight dancing across her skin, the sweet vulnerability in her blue eyes, the warm air that wrapped around us.
And then the pleasure, the absolute endless pleasure that charged through my cells as I thrust.
One deep thrust after another.
Watching her.
Savoring each unsteady breath from her lips.
Thrilling at her hands grabbing onto my thighs.
Loving every second of our connection.
I swiveled my hips, and drove deeper, holding tight to her legs. She arched higher, seeking me out. Her lush body was greedy, eager for contact. Keeping a firm grip on one ankle high up in the air, I let go of the other, dropping my hand between her legs.
She cried out as I rubbed my thumb across her clit.
“God, I love making you feel good,” I rasped out as I sank into her again.
“You’re pretty fucking awesome at it,” she moaned, her eyes going dreamy as her breath came faster, and she purred my name.
She was close, nearing the cliff once more, so I gave her what she always wanted.
More, harder, faster. Driving into her, white-hot sparks ripped through my body.
My vision went blurry, and the world slipped away as the pressure in my balls shot sky-high.
My spine ignited. My hand curled tighter around her ankle, and I stroked her faster, urging her on until she shuddered once, twice, three times as another climax swept through her.
At last, I was free to succumb to the orgasm that tore across my body, lighting up all my muscles and bones, pulling me under into a place I only went with her.
Soon, I rested alongside her as she snuggled against me, fitting perfectly in my arms.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “We do good make-up sex.”
“We do good every-fucking-time sex,” I said on a soft laugh.
“That too.”
We lay on the deck, under the stars, the water lolling lazily against the sandy shore nearby. She turned to me, propped up on her elbow, and brushed a fingertip along my hip bone. Every ounce of contact with her was such a rush.
“I like it better when we get along,” she said.
“Me too.”
“Let’s keep being open with each other.”
I nodded. “Yes. No more shutting down and not talking.”
“Dirty talking, and sexy talking, and honest talking.”
“Sign me up.”
“Because I think we make a damn good team,” she said, her lips curving up in a sexy grin.
“Speaking of being honest, did I ever tell you what we originally planned to name this location?”
She furrowed her brow. “No. I don’t think you did. It wasn’t always The Luxe at the Maldives?”
I reined in a smirk as I tucked my hands behind my head and stared at the stars. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Promise,” she said, sounding eager to learn my secrets.
I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Originally, we were going to call it The Sock on the Doorknob Hotel.”
Her mouth fell open and she laughed, the kind that must have spread through her whole body as her shoulders shook. “Was The Sex Panther already taken?”
I nodded. “It was. Another option was Bed Barista.”
“Oh, that’s good,” she said, admiringly, then pointed in the direction of the villa. “By the way, I hope you don’t mind, but I did put your sock on the doorknob. I figured it was the best way to let housekeeping know not to disturb.”
“Perfect,” I said, wrapping my arms around her, and everything was in that moment as we returned to who we were before, laughing and loving every minute together.