5. Renée
5
RENéE
O h, God!
I’ll admit I’m a novice when it comes to having sex in exotic locales. And by exotic, I mean places that aren’t the bedroom with limited lighting. Exhibitionism has never really been my thing, but I might be persuaded to reconsider my stance.
C.T. was amazing. Every inch of me was hypersensitive and tingling. The fact I was about to orgasm right there in the surf with his fingers deep inside me...the way his thumb moved over my clit and his breath ragged in my ear, illustrated beautifully how much around the bend I had gone.
I couldn’t think, or speak, or even remember what day it was. He’d rendered me useless and my legs were about to buckle. C.T. shifted his weight and bent his knee, taking my weight on it while he continued to stroke.
His hard cock brushed against my stomach as he touched me with all the skill and finesse of a seasoned lover.
Where in the world had he learned this? I mean, he wasn’t doing anything too outrageous, but it was as if he plucked the way I needed touched right out of my head. As if we’d been lovers for a long time.
Then he was moving. He lifted me up and put my legs around his waist. His cock was caught between us as he carried me back to the shore. I wanted to tell him I didn’t want to have sex until he suited up, but my mouth wouldn’t work.
He laid me on the sand on my back, staring down on me with eyes that were the oddest shade of blue I’d ever seen. “Spread your legs wide, Beautiful.”
I didn’t know what he planned, but with that command in his voice I wasn’t about to say no. My thighs were already the width of his waist, but as he moved down my body, licking and sucking as he went, he pushed them wider.
My breath caught and held as he moved lower. Have mercy, he was going to go down on me on the beach. Then he was there, teasing my clit with his lips. Pulling and tugging on it, soft and gentle, but with enough suction to make me change religions. Involuntarily, my back arched and I felt the jolt all the up and down my spine.
Heartbeats thundered in my ears, blocking out the sound of the waves and wind. All I knew was the intense pleasure that rocketed through me with each lash of his tongue against me. He moved lower, and I moaned. The sensations were so intense that tears leaked from my eyes and ran into my hair.
I never wanted the bliss to end.
Then I tipped over the edge into oblivion, shouting my release to the blue sky and sea breeze. Birds squawked overhead and I whimpered.
C.T. didn’t stop. Instead, he doubled down and went for broke. He flicked my clit over and over, quick strikes that left me gasping for air. There wasn’t enough in the world at the moment.
I worked out regularly and considered myself in good shape, but this…this was whole other level cardio.
I grabbed my breasts, kneading them and plucking at my nipples.
I came again, this time it left me limp and unable to move. I lay there like something that had washed ashore, while C.T. came up for air, laughing.
My arm rested across my eyes, and I lifted it to look down at him, perched between my thighs. He traced lazy circles over my abdomen. The smile he sent me was filled with all the bad boy energy I’d ever known.
His cock was still hard as a piece of driftwood. My gaze raked down from his eyes to the lightly furred muscular abs, and finally rested on the main event.
Keeping his gaze fixed on me, he put his hand around the base of his hardness and began to stroke.
My breath caught and I could only stare. Was he going to sit there and get himself off or did he need assistance? I was caught on indecision. I wanted to touch him, but half of me wanted to see what he’d do.
I didn’t have long to wait.
He let go of his cock and stood, then scooped me up. Then he was walking across the sand, back to the huts, leaving our clothes where they’d been shed.
I started to open my mouth to tell him not to carry me all the way back to the room, but the look on his face was nothing but grim determination. The man had been going at me without any reciprocation. The time had come to pay the piper.
So, to speak.
When we reached the deck, the food was there and remained covered in silver domes.
A smile peeked at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve already eaten.”
Heat filled my face and everything below my waist clenched.
Then he opened the door and carried me over the threshold like I was some naked, virgin bride. The bed was large and covered in mosquito netting. The effect was hot and sexy. He laid me in the middle of the bed and then headed back toward the door.
“If you’re going for your bag for condoms, there are some in the bedside table.”
He stopped and turned. “You thought of everything.”
No, I’d been practical. I didn’t know if he’d think to bring any and wanted to be sure we had them.
The erection remained rigid and in need of relief. I tilted my head to study him. He was poetry in motion and perfectly proportioned. His build suggested he was an athlete of some sort. Tattoos ran up his arms and across his shoulders. There were a few on his legs, but not many.
Funny, I’d never slept with a man who had ink. Then again, I hadn’t seen many of them in the light with their shirts off. How would I have known?
C.T. opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a foil square. Then handed it to me. “You put it on.”
It wasn’t request, but a command.
Irritation mixed with indignation rose up into my throat. I wasn’t used to being ordered around like some kind of sex toy. A protest formed, but I never opened my mouth to voice it.
No, this was what I wanted. To hand over the reins of power for forty-eight hours and have someone else be in control.
I took the package and tore it open. My hands shook slightly. “You’ll have to move closer so I can reach.”
He leaned over the bed—me—one arm braced behind me. Then he took my mouth in a kiss that ravaged my senses.
The condom remained in my hand. With the way he kissed me, I had no chance of getting the device on correctly.
But at the moment, I didn’t rightly care.