38. June 1, 2023 #3
“I knew you would. You needed space. You needed to find your way on your own, and while I thought it was foolish when you had me to lean on, I know you. It had to be on your own terms. So I thought about you every day and hoped you were making progress.”
He kissed her. Gently. It wasn’t something she was used to from him. She figured maybe the time apart had changed him just a little. The dark part of Aidan Parker was still there. Always would be. But this moment with him required something different, and he clearly recognized that.
When he broke the kiss, he raised up slightly to look down her body. “Feck, I knew you’d be gorgeous in that suit.”
“Thank you for the new suit. Am I a fitting sacrifice for an ocean sex god?” she teased him.
Completely serious, he corrected her, “You’re the goddess.
It’s me who’s the sacrifice. You’ve captured me with your fiery halo of hair and your gorgeous curves.
You’ve ensnared me with your thoughts and words.
” He swallowed hard and leaned down to cage her between his arms. Within a breath of her mouth, he confessed, “You’ve enslaved me with your power. ”
“Well, every goddess needs a god,” she informed him. “A male who will elicit her undying love. Make her rage with anger, yet love twice as hard. Someone to worship her.”
The first touch of his lips met the skin over her heart, then traveled upward to the cord of her neck, giving nips and sucks she was sure would leave the slightest of bruises, marking her as his.
She arched her neck to give him better access.
All the while, his hands gently tormented her breasts—brushes of the pads of his fingers around her areolas, gentle pinches of her nipples, soft caresses across the swells, and gentle squeezes of the globes.
If possible, her pulse beat faster, the blood rushing throughout her body, making her feel like she was glowing from the inside.
It was lava, hot and burning, desire bubbling to the surface, want steadily and swiftly flowing to her extremities.
One hand moved to curl around the back of her head, fingers spearing through her hair, yet he cradled her gently as he lowered the top half of her to the sand.
His lips moved now to her jawline, no love bites left behind now, just open-mouthed kisses of adoration.
As she turned her head, her mouth met his, eagerly tangling her tongue with his, tasting the salt, sea, and sand that was so much a part of him.
The kisses were slow and drugging at first, but after a few moments, his mouth became more insistent with hers.
He sucked the tip of her tongue until it was in his mouth, then gently trapped it with his teeth for just long enough to let out a growl of claiming.
He let go and swept his tongue around the cavern of her cheeks, teeth, and a final long, slow taste of her mouth before leaving its confines.
His voice was husky. “Will this do, goddess? Or shall I kneel at your feet, prostrate myself, and worship at the altar?”
She moaned, her eyes lowering to half-mast. “Yes, please. That.”
She felt him push back against the sand and surf, his mouth becoming level with the small red triangle over her mound.
His nose brushed up and down the fabric as hands reached up to slip loose the chains on the bottom of her suit, falling with a light tinkling as they hit each other in the wet sand.
His teeth grabbed the corner of material at the front, slowly peeling it back to reveal her pussy to him, the surf lightly crashing against the bare skin.
Still, it didn’t cool her. It made the burning worse.
“Aidan,” she whispered, and with that one sigh of his name, it provided him with the invitation he needed.
Hands slid beneath her thighs and under her ass, the palms grabbing so hard as he kneeled upright, she knew she’d see bruises when she looked over her shoulder in the bathroom mirror tomorrow.
He pulled her lower half off the ground, making sure she had the support of his knees beneath her upper back.
Fastening his mouth to her opening, he thrust his tongue inside to gather the taste of her mixing with the sea.
Both of her hands reached for his head, her fingers threading through the silky wet strands, her palms pressing to the back of his skull, pushing him tighter to her, allowing him to delve further into her pussy.
She smiled wickedly, knowing that in his mind, he’d be crowing that he was able to get just that little bit further inside.
He wouldn’t care that when her back arched so sharply, her thighs squeezed against his ears.
Or that her hands tried to press him so far that he drowned in her orgasm.
Or that she screamed out into the night when she fell over the top and flew, buffeted on the currents as his lips, teeth, and tongue worked her through until she quieted.
But he wasn’t done with her yet, nor was he done destroying her. Gently, he lay her flat on the sand.
She raised a hand to his face and smoothed a lock of his hair behind his ear that had fallen. “Love me, Aidan.”
With a slight change of his position between her thighs, with a single thrust, he buried himself as deep inside her as he could go.
His right hand grabbed her left, turning it so that he could kiss the ring she still wore since they left for St. Lucia.
It was a promise. A promise to be the man she knew him to be.
A promise to love only her. A promise of forever.
“I can’t do anything but love you, a chuisle mo chroí . ”
In turn, she grabbed his left hand, the one that wore the partnering ring, and returned the gesture. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would keep that promise. Now everything was one hundred percent right.