27. Nora
Nora
Heaven is lying under a parasol on a French beach, my body sinking into a thick mattress, aided by the amount of food I’ve just consumed.
I’m on my stomach, my eyelids pleasantly heavy after a few glasses of rosé, and my cheek resting on my hands as the sea laps on the pebbles in front of me and pretty white yachts dot its sparkling surface in the distance.
Heaven is also having a very hot, almost naked man, who could definitely pass for a Frenchman if he didn’t open his mouth, beside me.
He’s lost the sexy linen shirt and baseball cap he wore at lunch, and his lithe, tanned, hairy body in pale blue swimming trunks is the only thing standing between me and sleep right now, because perving at him is even better than dosing.
He seems to be feeling the same way, because he reaches across the tiny space between our beds—they really do pack ‘em in here—and plucks at the bikini string across my back.
‘Need any sun cream?’ His fingers play with the knot of my bikini. His mirrored aviators mean I can’t see his eyes, but I suspect they’re twinkling with mischief.
My mouth twists in amusement. ‘No thanks,’ I tell him airily. ‘I’m in the shade, as you can see.’
He tuts. ‘Those pesky UV rays can get you even in the shade. Better safe than sorry.’
He’s incorrigible. I roll my eyes. ‘Go on, then.’
I scoot over a little on my bed so he can plant his gorgeous ass on the mattress.
‘I’m going to untie your bikini top. Don’t want any marks.’
‘Sure you don’t.’
‘You know,’ he says conversationally, ‘a lot of the women here are topless. So don’t be shy.’
He’s right. There are plenty of boobs on display. I snigger. ‘Yeah. The topless women are all French. I’m not going to get my boobs out in front of all your friends. Nice try, though.’
‘Shame.’ He squirts some sun cream into his hands, rubs them together, and hits my back. Mmm. The sensation of the cool, slippery cream on my warm skin is wonderful. Not quite as wonderful as the fact that it’s Theo’s hands working up and down my back in smooth, even strokes.
My body already knows how skilful those hands are. What effect their touch can have on me. And it’s becoming apparent that this session is less sun cream application, more massage.
Theo shifts on the bed next to me and his face appears right next to mine. He whispers in my ear, his breath hot and his voice low and rough.
‘Touching your skin like this is making me hard.’
A finger traces down my back, over the fabric covering one of my bum cheeks.
‘I can’t tell you how much I want to get up on this bed, and pull you up by this tight little ass, and yank down these sexy little bottoms, and get you on your hands and knees, and fuck you from behind.’
My body clearly doesn’t get the memo from my brain that this is an impossibility on a busy beach, because it springs to life as enthusiastically and needily as a spaniel puppy.
One of the sexiest things about Theo is how he knows what he wants and he just comes right out with it.
In ways I’d never, ever be brave enough to do.
And what he wants is me.
On my hands and knees.
Oh, God. Why is that so ridiculously hot?
You’d think after three orgasms earlier, I’d be less responsive. But it’s precisely because my body knows the devastation this guy is capable of, that it’s rallying and signing up for round four. And this is coming from someone who has very mixed feelings about being taken from behind.
I moan just loudly enough for him to hear it. ‘Theo.’
His hand slides down over my bum to clamp around my thigh as he moves his face enough to hit my mouth with his. He licks my top lip.
‘I want to fuck you so badly. Let me fuck you in the sea.’
‘No.’
‘We can be discreet.’
‘No, we can’t. Anyway, the last thing the Med needs is yet another condom floating around in it.’
His hand slides dangerously close to the area between my thighs.
‘Are you as turned on right now as I am, baby?’
I exhale. ‘Yes.’ It’s the combination of his dirty words and something about being practically naked, his skin on mine. Like we’re so close to being naked already that we may as well go the whole hog.
His lips graze my ear. ‘If we can’t fuck in the sea, we can make each other come, at least.’
I freeze, because even though it’s another outrageous suggestion from Mr Cavalier, it’s tempting. I want his skin on mine. I want him to touch me. Properly.
As if he can read my mind, he keeps going.
‘I want to touch you. I want to slide my fingers inside that bikini and make you come on them. I want to pinch your nipples so hard. And no one will see. We’ll go far enough out that it’ll just look like we’re kissing.
’ The final blow. ‘Besides, this is France. I reckon if we’re not at it, everyone else is. ’
Okay. He’s the best salesman ever. He definitely knows how to close a deal. Because I want his fingers on my nipples. Inside my bikini bottoms. Inside me.
I take a deep breath. ‘As long as you let me wrap my hand around that gorgeous dick of yours,’ I murmur, feeling beyond brave. It must be the rosé, allowing me to lose my inhibitions. To talk dirty, which is something I never do. Ever.
Theo’s teeth close over my earlobe and nip. ‘Fuck, yes. Get in the sea, you little minx.’
So I reach behind me, and tie my top back up, and follow him in.
The sea is pleasant, but not warm. Once we’ve waded in deep enough to submerge ourselves, we take the plunge. Theo throws himself under in a dive, whereas I brace and duck. Bloody hell, it’s fresh. My nipples instantly ping into hard little balls.
Theo surfaces and takes my hand, leading me further out.
‘Can you still stand?’
‘Just about,’ I tell him.
‘Okay, then.’ He halts and turns to me, grabbing me under the bum and lifting me into his arms. His erection bobs against me. I’m not sure how he made it across the beach like that.
We’re out far enough to have left the majority of swimmers behind. There are another few couples around, but no one near enough to matter. And I couldn’t really give a shit, anyway, because Theo puts one hand to the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss.
It’s the first time I’ve kissed him properly since we left our room this morning, and there’s a hunger there.
A greed. A certain knowledge of just how good this is going to get.
I take his tongue and suck it as I grind my pelvis downwards against his erection.
I revel in the warmth of his mouth, the fact that the water makes his body as cool and hard as marble, and the fact that he’s as enthusiastic about this as I am.
I’m a chronic dieter gorging herself. That’s what kissing Theo feels like, especially surrounded by blue sky and sea.
Indulgent. Delicious. This guy may be a serial womaniser, but I’ve got to hand it to him.
He definitely commits to the moment. He’s making me feel like the only woman on the planet, the way he’s kissing me.
Gliding his free hand, the one that’s not glued to my bum, all over my skin.
Twisting the long, wet hair that floats around me into a wet rope.
Adoring me.
Our kiss gathers heat, our lips sucking at each other’s lips and tongues, our breath hot.
Sliding.
Gasping.
Clashing.
Theo fingers the tie at the side of my bikini bottoms.
‘I wish I could take these off.’ His voice is low. Urgent.
I groan and press against him. ‘Me too. But no way am I losing my bikini in the sea.’
‘Later.’ It sounds like a threat.
His hand moves between us and he palms my breast, rubbing in a slow, agonising circle over my cold, needy nipple.
I bite down on his beautiful, full bottom lip and dig my nails into his shoulders as the heat builds against where his dick is pressing.
It’s only been a few hours since I’ve been properly intimate with this man, but he’s proven quite decisively that he can master my body.
Theo pulls away enough that we can make eye contact, and the grin he shoots me is dirty enough to make all my lady parts clench in anticipation.
‘Keep your arms and legs around me,’ he says. ‘I’m going to need both hands for this. I want to touch as much of you as I possibly can, you gorgeous little thing.’
‘Okay, but I need to hold you too.’ I release one hand from his shoulder and lower it to the waistband of his trunks. I glide a couple of fingers inside and brush his wet, swollen tip.
He sucks in a breath. ‘Fuck, sweetheart.’
‘Let’s come together,’ I tell him, loving the way my words cause him to bite down on his lip.
‘Better idea. See who comes first,’ he huffs out.
Game.
On.
As I race to free that rock-hard cock from his shorts, tugging them down a bit over his deliciously hard bum, he pinches both my nipples and rolls them between his fingers and thumbs, hard.
Desire spikes fast and thick through my body.
I let Theo shove the flimsy triangles of my bikini up over my breasts to get unfettered access to my cold skin.
His fingers are rhythmical.
Relentless.
I’m so close to coming already it’s not even funny.
I kiss Theo hungrily and grope blindly in his shorts for his dick.
God, it’s such a turn-on holding him in my hand.
He’s so fucking big. The skin of his shaft is satiny smooth.
I run my thumb down his slit and he jolts as his tongue thrusts harder in my mouth.
The water’s affording us enough buoyancy that I can easily keep my legs around him and my other hand curled around the back of his neck, toying with the wet strands of hair I love so much.
I begin to pump him slowly up and down, my hand a vice around his arousal.
I want it to feel as relentless for him as it does for me.
I want it to build for him like it’s building for me, to spiral towards a crazy climax that engulfs us both.
Theo releases one of my nipples and tugs my bikini bottoms aside, finding my bare flesh, and the relief when he presses down on my clit is so massive that I practically orgasm there and then.
‘Fuck.’ I grab at his hair. ‘Theo.’
‘That feel good?’ he mutters. ‘You’re so swollen for me, baby. God, you feel amazing.’ He slides a couple of fingers inside me and inhales through his teeth. ‘Jesus, you’re warm inside. So warm. So tight. So fucking gorgeous. I want to fuck you so badly.’
‘I want you, too.’ I pump faster. ‘So much. I want it harder.’
‘I’ll give it to you as hard as you want,’ he growls, ‘as long as you do, too. Make me believe that hand of yours is your little pussy, squeezing me tighter and tighter as I fuck you so hard you lose your mind.’
Dear Lord, can this guy talk dirty, and who the hell knew it would turn me on as much as his mouth and hands and dick?
I up the pace of my hand, pumping him as hard as I can, my forehead pressing desperately to his as I grit my teeth and attempt to ride out this orgasm building inside me as Theo’s thumb circles and circles and his fingers—I think there are three inside me now—thrust and thrust and thrust. I’m a bit sore from earlier, but the pressure, the fullness, feels so incredible that my body takes his rough movements willingly.
There’s no finesse. Neither of us is holding back with our hands on each other or with our reactions to each other’s hands.
My legs are spread as wide as I can get them, and my entire between-the-legs area is glowing and pulsing and burning, the cold water making it even more sensitive, adding an extra thrill to my poor, tortured nerve endings.
We’re both breathing hard, the effort of keeping the noise of our pants and groans down adding to the struggle as we battle for our sanity.
Theo’s hand on my nipple is still tweaking and pinching, and the combined assault on my senses is too much.
I drop my head and nuzzle into his neck as I hold myself open to him and work him as hard as I can.
He’s so close. When I swipe my hands over his balls, they’re high and taut, and his dick is trembling against my palm.
‘I’m going to come,’ I groan into his neck.
‘Good girl, baby. Come on my fingers.’ His words are gruff. Staccato. ‘Come on me, now. I can’t hold off either. Your tight little hand is too fucking good at this.’
I stretch my legs open just a tiny bit more, to greedily take every drop of sensation Theo’s magic fingers are offering me, and as I explode in a swirling mass of heat and touch and colour, I bite down on the delicious skin of his neck.
It’s the best gag ever. I writhe in his arms in a haze of euphoria as he continues to rub mercilessly at the most sensitive spots on my body, and to push those long, clever fingers deep inside me.
That gorgeous dick of his swells impossibly more and convulses violently, and then he’s emptying himself into the Mediterranean Sea as he unleashes a string of filth aimed at me and sucks at my shoulder.
When I’m sure he’s done, I release him and wrap both my arms around his neck.
My legs tighten around his bare ass as he pulls me into a hug so tight I can barely breathe.
My bikini top is trapped between us, floating on the surface of the water and held in place by its neck tie. We both let out huge, shuddery breaths.
‘Holy fuck, sweetheart.’ Theo smooths my hair down over my back and kisses up the side of my head, over my ear.
‘Mmm.’ I’m not capable of much more. My hand does lazy laps of his firm, muscular back.
‘Remember when I tried you tell you we’d be hot as fuck together?’ He chuckles softly in my ear.
‘I didn’t doubt it for a second.’ I pull my head off his shoulder with difficulty and gaze at that gorgeous face. It turns out that face is even better when softened by an orgasm. ‘That was precisely why I was avoiding you like the plague, Mr Danger.’
‘Damn right,’ he growls, but his eyes are soft as they search my face. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something else, but clamps it shut again and raises a gentle hand to brush my hair off my face. He shakes his head. ‘You’re even more beautiful after you’ve come, you know that?’
Weird.
The guy’s a mind reader.
And I’m not sure what to do with that compliment. What to do when Mr Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am doesn’t bolt, but instead stands there in the Med, looking at me in a way that makes my insides melt. That makes me want to kiss the heck out of him. Which is precisely what I do.
It’s no surprise to either of us that once we’ve got our relevant items of clothing covering our key body parts once again, and walked hand-in-hand, loose-limbed and light, back to our sun loungers, we’re both out cold in post-orgasm comas within minutes.