Chapter 46 I’ve Never Received One …
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
I’ve Never Received One …
HENRY
Ishould let her train. I really need to let her train.
My hungry gaze was locked on my beautiful, fit, sexy, delicious wife, who was setting a punishing pace for herself in the swim spa, the sporty burnt-orange two-piece she’d donned drawing my eyes to her taut backside.
When she finishes training, then you can go play.
Apparently, my dick hadn’t gotten the memo and was uncomfortably hard, tenting my shorts.
With a low groan of agonised impatience, I forced my eyes down to the screen of my laptop, where I had up the schedule of works River had sent me through for Staghorn.
The sale wouldn’t be official for another week, but the owners had graciously allowed us access to the island to begin surveying the resort site, to plan demolition and allow architects to begin work on a design for a new, scaled-back eco resort.
River planned to first set himself up a camp, to live on site for as much time as he could be away from his other responsibilities. He’d planned a full ecological survey of the island and the surrounding reefs to ensure that we had a base line to work with when it came to conservation.
I was in awe of his passion for the environment and his drive to make this joint venture work, not just financially, but ecologically, giving Staghorn as an ecosystem a sustainable future.
I stared down at some of the photos he’d included in his report, recognising the beach that Irina and I had said our vows on.
And I was right back to where I’d been mere moments ago—aching and aroused and on the verge of throwing my damned laptop into the ocean and launching myself at my wife.
Clearly there would be no distracting me from her. Not now I could have her whenever … and wherever I wanted her.
Snapping the computer shut, I stood and sauntered over to the edge of the spa. She immediately slowed her pace, letting the jets push her to the far end of the pool. When she stood, her breasts rested just above the waterline, and her nipples were hard through the fabric of her swimmers.
My breath caught.
“I thought you’d never come,” she panted, tugging off her goggles and cap and shaking her ponytail free. “I promised myself I wouldn’t beg you to join me.”
I bit back a moan, practically tearing off my shorts. The swim trunks I was wearing underneath did absolutely nothing to hide my erection, and Ri’s lips parted.
God … I wanted to feed my dick between those plump lips. But this was about her. And her pleasure fed my pleasure, so in the end, it worked out for both of us.
I bent to the control panel, changing the spa from the swim setting to the relax one, and I slid into the water. She was on me in an instant, hands clasped around my neck, legs wrapped around my hips, ravenously taking my mouth.
I kissed her back with every emotion I’d been holding onto in the months since we’d met. When I broke the kiss, we were both panting, and my dick was pulsing against her hot centre.
“Turn around,” I rumbled against the shell of her ear. She let out a tiny, desperate sound, slowly turning in my arms until my erection was tucked tight against her butt.
I reached under the water, sliding my thumbs into her swimmer bottoms and tugging them down her legs, letting my fingers trail against the smooth, toned skin.
“Step out of them.”
She complied, breathing hard.
“Feet up on the edge.”
“Naughty,” she whispered wickedly, slowly lifting one leg, then the other, to rest her heels on the edge of the spa. I cupped her bare backside, letting my fingers graze her pussy for a brief second. She squirmed, and with a grin, I pressed a kiss just behind her ear.
“Spread these pretty thighs, Catnip.” I gripped her legs, parting them, and I adjusted the angle of her hips, trailing kisses along the side of her neck. She gasped when the spa jet hit her.
“So wicked, Hubby,” she rasped, her chest rising and falling just above the water line with every panting breath, her nipples two points against the wet fabric of her swimmer top.
“Unzip it for me,” I urged, kneading her backside, pressing her closer to the jet that was spraying its massage feature against her clit. She tugged the zipper down, until the edges floated apart and exposed her tits.
“Touch them. I want to watch you come while you play with your lovely breasts.” My voice was ragged, my dick throbbing insistently in my swim trunks. My mouth went dry as she cupped, and stroked, and pinched, catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Perfection,” I murmured, grip tightening on her hip, and my other hand slid between her cheeks and further, finding her pussy. Even underwater it was slick, and I pressed one finger inside.
She let out a low moan, her walls clenching around me.
“I’m so close, Henry … so … o Doamne, give me more!”
With a pained grunt—I was a hairsbreadth away from exploding in my trunks—I pressed another finger inside, stirring, and pulsing, and thrusting.
“Come on my fingers, Catnip,” I begged. “I need to feel that tight pussy clench around them!”
Her head fell back against my shoulder, and she desperately flicked at her nipples. I fucked her harder with my fingers, my mouth pressed to the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“You’re too good at this, Hubby, I … oh fuuuuuck!”
I sank my teeth into her skin, letting out a muffled growl as she came in an explosive series of contractions, her pussy trapping my fingers deep inside her.
Her arms fell limp, floating in the water beside her, and I came to my senses enough to pull her away from the jet that must feel like far too much sensation after an orgasm that intense.
“You … that was so …” A tiny, breathy laugh escaped her. “That performance would definitely have gone viral on Tickle.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, voice tight from holding myself back from tearing off my trunks and sinking into her. Watching her come—watching her come because of me—always pushed me right to the edge.
“Perhaps we should start a couple’s account,” she teased.
“Tempting … but no,” I rumbled. “I don’t want to share our pleasure with the world.” I pulled her back against my chest, holding her tight as my lips grazed her collarbone.
“I want to be your only fan, Catnip.”
Her arms snaked up, fingers tangling in my hair. “Well … I’m glad I closed my account now … because I want you to be the only one looking at me when I come.”
“Shh,” I hissed, clenching my jaw. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to lose control, and then we’ll have to drain the spa.”
The peal of giggles that burst from her was almost worse. I loved being the reason she made that carefree, delighted sound.
I loved so many things about her.
“Well, we had best remove you from the spa. After that performance, I need this thing to stay in excellent working order.”
She turned, slipping out of my embrace, shrugging the swim top off where it still hung loose around her shoulders.
Then, naked and utterly confident, she climbed from the water and dripped her way over to the outdoor lounge.
My eyes locked on the sway of her hips, the droplets of water that sluiced down her back and into the cleft of her gorgeous backside.
“Come on, Hubby,” she called, peering coyly over her shoulder at me as she lowered herself to her knees and patted the lounge seat in front of her. “Such a good boy deserves a reward.”
Heart leaping into my throat, I practically fell out of the spa, skidding across the deck and collapsing into the seat in front of her, while she watched, amusement dancing in her blue eyes.
“If I’d known you’d be that enthusiastic for a blow job, I would have offered this sooner,” she teased, her fingers sliding up my spread thighs. My dick jerked wildly against my swim trunks as she grazed it, finding the waistband. “I’ve been fantasising about it for … well, for a long time.”
I swallowed as she tugged the trunks down, my dick springing free. I let out a shaky breath as she slid the trunks down my legs, until we were both naked, in the middle of the day, on the deck of my yacht. Our yacht.
“I … I don’t know if I like blow jobs. I’ve never received one.”
Her hands, resting on the tops of my thighs, stilled.