Chapter 5 - Emilia
Emilia
Okay, so that was fun. And arousing…
I knew the man’s hands would feel good on my body, but I had no idea that every caress would send electrical currents through my veins.
And having him read that section of the book.
What the hell was I thinking? I thought it would torture him.
I guess I didn’t consider what it would do to my libido.
I sit up, and hide a grin as he shifts uncomfortably. I glance out at the ocean as my insides continue to heat up. “Let’s take a swim.”
He groans, and stands, and I suck in a breath when I take in the long length of his erection pressing against his shorts. He doesn’t even bother to hide it from me. My gaze darts to his and he raises a brow.
“Yeah,” is all he says.
He pulls me up and sucks in a fast breath as my body meshes with his, and his hand slides down my back, holding me against his arousal. Everything about this man is big and hard, but I actually had no idea just how big and hard until this very second.
I wiggle against him, not sure I want to draw this out anymore. “Wet,” I whisper, teasing him.
He swallows, hard. “What?”
“Want to get wet?”
He sucks in another breath, and glances around, like he’s checking to see if anyone’s watching. “Yeah.”
I walk around him, press my chest to his back, and his muscles flex. “I think I’d like a piggyback ride.”
“You don’t want to get on my shoulders?”
“Maybe later.”
He reaches back and grips my thighs, and I jump onto his back and slide my hands around his body, linking them over his chest. “Not too heavy, am I?”
He grunts out an answer, comparing my weight to his hockey stick, and walks to the water. He goes straight in and when he’s up to past his waist, he sinks to his knees. I slide off his back and swim away.
“Do you know the game Marco Polo originated from a twelfth century explorer who didn’t know where he was going on his exploration journey in Asia?”
“You really do know things, huh?” he teases.
“Close your eyes,” I tell him.
He slicks his hair from his face, and my gaze follows his thick fingers, wanting them on my body again. “Why?”
I arch a brow. “Feels like we’re back at the rink, with you questioning me on everything.”
He grunts out the word, “Fine,” and, obeying my command, closes his eyes.
Without him seeing me, I take that moment to admire his hard body, and the way the droplets of water drip down his chest, only to disappear into his shorts that do nothing to hide his arousal. “You’re it, Gabe.”
With his eyes still closed he takes a step toward me, parting the water with his hard body. “You want me to catch you, Millie?”
I swim away, and he cocks his head, listening for the sound of my movements. “If you can,” I shoot back.
He turns toward the sound of my voice, and with the heat and energy arcing between us, I realize this game might be harder than I thought.
Harder, God yes.
“If I catch you, does that mean I win something?” His eyes might be closed, but his lips are quirking, telling me he’s up to something, and dammit, I’m interested in finding out what that is.
“It does.”
He runs his fingers through the water, as he wets his lips. “What do I get for winning?”
“Well, let’s see.” I kick my legs out, splashing him slightly. “Since this game originated with an explorer who didn’t know where he was going, maybe your win can be about exploring, and showing me where this is going.”
Did I really just say that out loud?
Oh, you did, girl, you really did.
“I can get behind that….” His chest rises and falls erratically. “…if you agree to say, ‘yes’ to everything I ask?”
As I envision this man taking control of our game, our play, I can barely fill my lungs.
Honestly, I’m a hard-working girl, disciplined on the ice, always telling others what to do.
But I’m not on the ice this weekend, and maybe just once, it would be nice to throw caution to the Caribbean wind, and recklessly put myself in Gabe’s hands.
We did, after all, agree that what happens on this island stays on this island.
“Yes,” I whisper.
A deep moan of pleasure rumbles in his throat and for a second, I wonder what the hell I’m getting myself into. “So let me get this straight. When I win—”
“If...”
He grunts out a confident laugh that sends heat rocking through me. “Oh, I plan on fucking winning, babe, and when I do, you’re not only going to be saying yes to my every demand, you’re going to be screaming it.”
Oh, God, I want that so damn bad, but I’m not ready to let him know that. Although I’m pretty sure he was well aware of my arousal when he was lotioning my body.
“That’s a lot of confidence for a man who knows I’m a good swimmer,” I tell him.
“I think you might be forgetting how determined I am when I want something.”
“You want me, Gabe?”
“Yeah, and I plan to take everything I fucking want.” A beat and then, “Marco.”
“Polo,” I shoot back and with that, he dives under the water, and I squeal and swim away.
Although I’m not sure why I’m going in the opposite direction when I want everything he’s offering.
He rises from the water behind me, and when he slides his hands around my waist, and drags my back to his chest, I yelp and wiggle, trying to get away.
But then, his hand slides down my body and his fingers dip into my bikini bottoms. The second the rough pad of his index grazes my clit, the fight drains out of me, and a moan of pleasure rumbles in my throat.
“Yes,” I murmur, and he puts his mouth near my ear.
“Soon, you’re going to be screaming that.”
“I can’t wait,” I admit honestly, and a rumble rises in his throat.
He slicks his finger over my sex, and I continue to grow wetter as he teases and torments me.
My head falls back, resting on his chest, as I hand myself over to him, wanting him to do all the things that are going to make me scream.
I don’t even care that there are couples on the sand.
I’m just glad this is an adult-only resort, and honestly, no one is paying any attention to us.
He plays with me, circling my swollen clit, and I wiggle against him, loving the way his erection is pressing into me. I widen my legs and his chest rises and falls. He might be in control, but I’m not the only one who’s a hot mess here.
His thick finger dips lower, and he slides it inside me. My muscles tremble around him, squeezing tight. It’s insane how desperate I am for a man’s touch. Correction, not just any man’s touch. It’s Gabe’s touch I want. It’s always been his touch.
His mouth is near my ear. “Like that, babe?”
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Show me how much.”
His finger stills high inside me and I move my hips, slicking along his length and his groan of want mingles with mine, and I begin to fuck his finger faster. His palm presses against my clit, and I grind against it with each forward movement.
Despite the cold water, heat flashes through me, and my muscles begin to tremble and he slides a second finger in to give me something to grip on to. I gasp. “Gabe,” I cry out, as he takes over the play, holding me still with one hand while the other crooks inside me and stimulates my G-spot.
He might not be a famous explorer like Marco Polo, who changed our world, but his sweet discoveries between my legs sure are changing mine, and unlike other men I’ve been with, Gabe doesn’t need a compass to find all my sensitive spots.
I take my breasts into my hands and brush my nipples as my body lets go, my hot release dripping over his fingers as he keeps them inside my panties. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and hearing those words on his lips brings on another hard clench. “Jesus.”
I ride out the waves, nothing existing in my world but the pleasure Gabe is giving me.
It’s every bit as good as I knew it would be, and the problem is, I want more.
Then again, is it a problem? We have the whole day to play, and hopefully by nightfall when everyone returns for birthday cake, I’ll have this man out of my system once and for all.
“Let’s take this inside,” he grunts out, his voice thick with desire. I moan as he pulls his fingers from my sex, and fixes my bottoms around my hips. “There are parts of you I need to explore, and the only eyes I want on your sweet body are mine.”
There’s just something about his possessiveness, his protectiveness, that blankets me in warmth and has me craving so much more from this man.
He turns me to face him, his big hands on my shoulders, and I gasp at the heat and need in his eyes, but there’s something else there, something sweet, and caring and it wraps around my heart and squeezes.
Careful, Emilia, this is just sex. To remind myself of that, I reach out and press my hand over his impressive erection, and he throws his head back and groans.
“Fuck, Millie.”
Honestly I love the way he says my name. “Is that what you need, Gigi?”
A growl rumbles from the depth of his throat. “Yes.”
Toying with him, like I might have an ounce of control, I run my finger over his chest, following a bead of water. “What was that you said about taking what you want?”
He goes perfectly still, everything about him wild, feral as his gaze locks on mine, and for the briefest of seconds, fear mixed with excitement goes through me.
This man is going to ruin me, and I’m going to let him.
“What I want first, my sweet little Millie, is to take these bottoms from your hips and bury my face between your legs.” He grips my hair and tugs until my mouth is open, poised for his.
“Tell me you want my tongue right here.” He slides his other hand between my legs, and brushes my still quivering pussy.
“I want your tongue on my pussy,” I straight up admit.
With that he scoops me up, and with determined strides carries me to my lounge chair. He doesn’t set me down, instead he snatches up my bag and his feet punch the sand beneath his feet as he carries me to his room.
Using his wristband to unlock the door, he carries me inside. The sound of the lock clicking behind him sends shivers skittering down my spine. The second my feet hit the floor, I begin to back up, feeling like prey ready to be taken down by its predator.
He glances toward the bathroom, an almost apologetic look on his face. “I’m salty and sweaty.”
I crook my finger as I back up, stopping when my legs hit the bed. “That’s exactly how I like my men.”
His gaze slowly rolls down my body, and his breathing is labored, intense. “You’re exactly how I like my women.”
I don’t have time to consider that longer, not when he’s taking too big steps toward me.
He stops inches away, his big body is hovering over mine, as his predatory presence sucks the air from my lungs.
“Take your top off. I need to see these before I lay you out on that bed and have my way with you.” He lightly runs his fingers over my aching nipples.
I reach behind my back and untie the bikini strings, and his groan of approval prompts me into action.
Instead of sprawling on the bed, I drop to my knees.
“Millie,” he breathes out heavily as I tug on his bathing shorts and free his gorgeous cock.
“Tell me what to do, Gabe.” I open my mouth, and run my tongue over my bottom lip. He reaches down and takes his cock into his hand, giving it a long hard stroke. “This ‘yes’ day is in your hands.” I grin at that as he tugs harder. “I have to do whatever you ask, so I’m going to need you to ask.”
He groans, and taps his cock against the nook in my upper lip. “Put my cock in your mouth, babe.” I grin up at him, and when I glance back down, and note the pre-cum pooling on his slit, I blink innocently.
“Is there anything you want me to do with that?”
“Fuck, Millie.” His fingers circle my head and he pulls me toward his cock. “Lick me, babe. Lick me clean and suck me like I’ve been fucking fantasizing about for far too long now.”
What the heck?
He’s been fantasizing about me?