Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
Sorinah
Sorinah couldn’t have asked for a better day.
It hadn’t gone as she expected, but she treasured every moment.
The activities proved he understood the things she loved, like the glass-bottom boat, but also that he knew how to push her out of her comfort zone, like the hike.
Each experience had felt like an additional layer of connection between them.
It felt like it had been way too long since their bodies connected. No matter what they were doing, her body was humming with the need for him to take her, a low, persistent ache that had been building all day. Every touch, every shared glance, had only deepened that longing.
She thought the moment they got back to the villa they would rip each other’s clothing off.
Instead, he’d sent her off to shower alone, leaving her surprised and a little disappointed.
Her body was sensitive as the water cascaded over her, the warmth of the water and the scent of the hibiscus shower gel amplifying her awareness of her own skin.
The sound of the water drowned out everything but her racing thoughts.
The anticipation as she dried her body with the towel was almost too much to bear.
The soft cotton brushed against her overheated skin, and she shivered despite the warmth she felt.
When she slipped into the short silk robe, the smooth fabric whispered against her body, its coolness a stark contrast to the heat simmering inside her.
The last thing she expected was to find him upset.
Hell, she felt the disappointment of him forgetting the condom as well, especially since she hadn’t brought any along either. Aldrich was reliable. She hadn’t worried about protection in months. He took care of things.
She caressed his biceps, attempting to calm him, her fingers tracing the hard, defined lines of muscle beneath his skin.
Wearing only shorts, his broad chest and the ridges of his abs were on display, making it hard to focus on anything but the desire pooling low in her belly.
The faint scent of his soap mixed with the ocean air, and she wanted to press her face against his neck to breathe him in.
“And is there no way to order some?” she asked hopefully, her voice a little breathless, her fingers still moving along his arm in slow, deliberate strokes.
“No, we’re pretty isolated, and the staff is gone for the night. No one will be around until morning.”
“Well, this sucks, but there are other ways for us to please each other.”
He quirked an eyebrow, and she could practically see his intention in his face as he smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips that sent a shiver down her spine.
“No. No.” She shook her head vehemently. Sorinah wasn’t opposed to backdoor activity, but being with a man Aldrich’s size required that she prepare herself with a butt plug. With a man so endowed, one could not take the chance, so that option was out. “We haven’t prepped at all.”
Walking behind her, he wrapped her in his arms, the heat of his body radiating against her back. She could feel the warmth seeping into her skin, and her head fell back against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“Then let’s not concentrate on what we can’t do,” Aldrich murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck, his lips lingering with a teasing pressure. “Instead, let’s focus on what we can do.”
He walked them to the massage bed the staff had set up, his hands reaching around to loosen her robe with slow, precise motions.
He slipped the robe from her body, the fabric whispering as it pooled at her feet, leaving her bare and hyper-aware of his touch.
The cool air of the room brushed against her skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
She loved how…
There it was, that word, the feeling that bound them together. There was so much about him she… adored. Using another word helped her relax into the moment. She adored the way he touched her, as if she were precious and belonged to him.
“Get on the massage bed,” Aldrich instructed, his voice full of command. He covered her ass with a towel, then released a gravelly groan, as if the sight of her was already testing his restraint.
Her eyes closed as his hands began kneading her shoulders, the firm pressure easing the tension from her body. It felt good—so good that she could feel herself melting into the table, the faint scent of lavender oil mixing with the saltiness of her skin.
“Someone’s been practicing,” Sorinah complimented, her voice soft and a little teasing.
She closed her eyes and felt herself floating away, carried by the rhythm of his hands. She moaned as his touch worked its way down her body, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it. It was audible how affected he was as well, his breathing growing heavier.
Without warning, he stopped at the top of her thighs.
“Hey, I was enjoying that. Why did you stop?” she asked, turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I’m going to have to finish this massage another time,” he said, his voice thick with promise.
He rolled her over, scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to bed with an ease that made her feel small and delicate in his grasp. The sensation of being lifted, of surrendering herself to his control, sent a surge of anticipation through her very core.
“I have something to do that can’t wait,” he said, looking at her with so much hunger that her core clenched in response, a wave of desire crashing through her.
“And what’s that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Eat your pussy until you come all over my face,” he said, a smirk taking over his expression, his words a promise and a challenge.
“Well, you know me. I’m a giver—I wouldn’t want to keep you from doing what you need to,” she replied, her own smirk matching his, her heartbeat quickening in excitement.
He laughed as he placed her on the bed, the sound warm and genuine. Her back barely contacted the sheets when her legs were parted, his hands gentle but firm as he positioned her.
He knelt between her thighs, his gaze locked on hers for a moment before he lowered his head.
The first brush of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she arched off the bed with a gasp, her hands fisting in the sheets.
Every sensation was magnified, from the softness of his hair brushing her inner thigh to the warmth of his mouth and the way his hands gripped her thighs to hold her in place.
The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the soft noises of pleasure she couldn’t hold back, and the intoxicating scent of her desire.
Every touch, every sound, every glance felt like it was pulling her closer, even as he teased her to the edge.
Aldrich’s focus was entirely on her, and Sorinah revelled in the way he made her feel—desired, cherished, and completely undone.
The tension in the room was intense, a heady mix of sensuality and raw need, building towards a culmination that both of them needed.
“Shit!” she groaned as her body jackknifed off the bed.
Aldrich was relentless, eating her pussy with so much fervour it felt like he was devouring her, his tongue licked her glistening pearl, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her core.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and slipped his fingers into her soaking core. The sensation was overwhelming as her walls grasped his fingers, the wet sounds of his ministrations mixing with her ragged breaths.
She wanted more. “I need you,” she wailed, her voice desperate. She was on the verge of her release, the build up so intense it felt like a raging dam about to burst, but it remained elusive.
He thrust his fingers in a relentless rhythm, and it felt good, but it wasn’t what she craved. “I want to feel your dick inside me,” she begged, her words laced with need.
Aldrich released her clit.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I want to be inside you too.” He sat up between her thighs, his chest rising and falling heavily.
And she sat up, meeting his gaze.
“So you should be.” If it were anyone else, she would never have suggested it. “You can pull out right before you come, can’t you?”
If anyone had told Sorinah that she would suggest such a thing, she would have called them insane. But she trusted Aldrich. More importantly, she wanted to feel him inside her. In her estimation, it was well worth the risk.
“Fuck… um… I don’t know,” he said, uncertainty clouding his usual confidence.
Normally, he was cocky. She needed that version of him right now—to do his worst, or depending on how you looked at it, his best, and ruin her pussy like only he could.
“You know what I was thinking?” she murmured, deliberately tracing his arms with a touch that was almost teasing. It was time to play her ace in the hole. “It isn’t much of a gamble,” she assured him. “I get my birth control shot regularly.”
“Well then,” he said, his tongue swiping his bottom lip, a flicker of decision crossing his face.
Aldrich’s dick sprang up hard and thick when he pulled down his shorts, the sight of him making her mouth go dry.
The sensation of him sliding into her bare was unexpected, a shock of pleasure that made her gasp. He paused, locking eyes with her, as if asking for permission to continue.
Their sounds of pleasure melded together as he stroked inside her, the feeling of him filling her completely overwhelming.
Sorinah grasped his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his thrust for thrust. She shut her eyes as the sensations overwhelmed her, their bodies intertwined and moving together in perfect harmony.
She was so unbelievably wet, the slide of their bodies slick and heated.
He moaned as he gripped her hips. “Kitten,” he warned with a growl as she squeezed his length, her inner muscles clenching around him.
His grunt that followed shot through her core, triggering her release.
It felt full and amazing to let go, to call his name as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her body shuddered beneath him, and she clung to him.
The room was filled with the scent of their sweat and sex, the sound of their mingled moans, and the warmth of their bodies pressed together.
Then she felt a jolt of alarm as he froze above her, even as her walls continued to pulse around his hardened dick.
He pulled out of her abruptly, his eyebrow cocked, his brow furrowed in worry.
Sorinah wasn’t accustomed to hearing worry and uncertainty in Aldrich’s tone.
Her body went stiff with concern as she was floating down from her release.
“Oh, oh,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean ‘oh, oh’?” Her voice was sharper than she intended, the afterglow of her orgasm giving way to confusion.
“I might have come across a bit of a problem. Maybe possibly.” He looked down at his dick, his expression sheepish. “So I might have come a little.”
She sat up, alarmed. “You what?” Her eyes bulged in shock. She’d been confident he had restraint. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know how to control your dick!”
His expression turned into one of indignation. “Eh, I did the best I could. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing it felt being in your very tight, incredibly wet pussy, without any barrier?”
Well, shit, when he put it like that. “You know what? A weaker man would have come in two strokes, so I guess I’ll let it go.”
He arched his brow. “That is very grand of you.”
“You’re just a man after all.”
“Okay, enough of that.”
He moved from the bed and held his hand out to her. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
She didn’t think it was the wisest of choices, but the languor of her body impaired her decision-making.
In the middle of the night, he snuggled closer. Aldrich probably had no idea, but she’d heard him do it before. He’d instinctively seek her out in sleep. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against his chest.
“I love you, Kitten,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
She fell asleep with the biggest smile on her face, the weight of his words and the warmth of his body anchoring her in a way that felt both new and deeply familiar. The mix of humour, tenderness, and the raw honesty of the moment lingered in her mind, even as sleep claimed her.