by Chelle Bliss
“I’m not ready for you to see my body.” She bites her lips and glances down at the wood floor. “I’m embarrassed.”
I take my fingers off the towel and slip them under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Bianca, you’re beautiful. Don’t ever think that whatever is under that towel is going to make me feel any different.”
This is classic Bianca. Most women I’ve been with are more than happy to get naked, showing me everything they have without hardly speaking to me first. But this girl, the one I’m falling for way too quickly, is too modest for me to see her in a swimsuit.
“I know the type of girls you date,” she says with her eyes locked on mine.
I raise an eyebrow because dating is something I never do. I’ve never even taken another woman on a trip with me. Bianca is the first. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I think you’ve been hit in the head one too many times.” She smiles.
I lean forward, placing my mouth close to hers, staring into her eyes. “I like you for your bitchy attitude and strange little ways. I don’t care what’s underneath the towel. That’s the bonus for me, baby. If it would make you more comfortable, stay in the towel, or go put on your writing outfit and swim in that.”
“I can’t get that wet.”
I move quickly and lift her into my arms. She squeals, grabbing at the towel and holding it closed. “Either way, you’re going in.”
“Oh my God. You’re going to drop me.” She wiggles, trying to get away, but I’m not having it.
I hold her tighter and laugh as I step outside, heading toward the water. “You weigh nothing. I’m not dropping you, and I’m certainly not letting you go.” I walk quickly across the sand, which feels like hot coals, burning the bottoms of my bare feet with each step.
Bianca lifts her face toward the sky, eyes closed, soaking in the sunshine. “The sun feels so good.”
“It would feel great on the rest of your body too.” I smirk, wishing she were more comfortable with her body. I love the fuck out of it, and I haven’t even seen everything.
“That’s easy for you to say.” She presses her fingertips into one of my pecs as she relaxes in my arms. “You’re all hard muscle. Your body is perfection.”
“Hard muscles or not, we all have perfect bodies.”
“Bullshit,” she mumbles.
The waves crash over my feet, finally putting out the flames. “No more body shaming.” I lean forward, still holding her tightly against my body. “I’d spend hours worshiping your flesh.”
She swallows hard. “Hours?”
“Hours.”
“Guys always talk a good game. Delivery is another matter.”
“What kind of men have you been with, baby?”
She wiggles again, and I relax my hold, letting her slide down my body. “I don’t want to talk about the past right now.”
Fair enough. The last thing I want to do is talk about the line of women I’ve been through before this moment. Though, I am curious what has her in knots and swearing off cock for so many months. Something must’ve happened, but she never wants to talk about it.
She’s still clutching the top of the towel, hiding what’s underneath, and staring up at me. “Where’s your suit?”
I glance down and tuck my fingers into my waistband. “I’m not wearing one. Do you mind?”
“You weren’t kidding about skinny-dipping.”
“I never joke when it comes to being naked or having sex.”
“Fine,” she says with a smile. “Let me see, then.” Her eyes go to my shorts.
“If I lose my shorts, you lose the towel.” Somehow, the exchange isn’t even, but I don’t care. I’ve never been shy about my body, and I know for a fact that Bianca likes what she’s seen so far.
“Works for me.” She smirks. “I’m getting the better deal. Just so you know.”
“I disagree.” I pull at the waistband, yanking my shorts down my legs and kicking them to the side. I rest my hands on my waist, giving her an unobstructed view of every inch of my body. I motion toward her towel, practically salivating to get a look at her caramel skin. “A deal is a deal.”
Her fingers let go of the towel edge, and the fabric falls to her feet in the sand.
I soak her in. Dark skin, white one-piece suit with only a small patch of cloth running down the middle of her stomach connecting the top and the bottom. Her breasts glisten in the sun, calling my name and wanting my attention.
“You’re stunning.” I take a step forward and lift my hand to her face. “You okay?” I ask because I know this was a big moment for her.
She nods. “I am. You didn’t run away screaming when you saw my body.”
I bring my lips to hers. “I’m going to worship you before we leave this island, Bianca. Every inch of you.”
Her eyes sparkle with glints of honey in the overhead sunlight. “For hours?” She lifts an eyebrow.
“Until you’re begging for me to stop,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her.
She melts into me, pressing her breasts against my warm skin, making it impossible for me not to get a boner.
“I guess you like me,” she murmurs.
My cock twitches, answering for me as I kiss her again.
Tonight, I’m going to show Bianca just how much I like her.
21
Bianca
“You’ve spoiled me,” I say as I lift the champagne flute to my lips.
Vinnie rolls onto his side, propping his head on his palm. “You deserve this and more.”
I stare at him in the dim lighting of the fire he made in the sand as we lie on the beach on a soft, large blanket. He served me dinner oceanside, and he cooked the meal himself. It wasn’t frozen food or takeout, but he actually cooked me an entire meal from scratch.
“You’re not what I expected.”
The man is full of surprises.
He moves his body closer. “What were you expecting?”
The warm ocean breeze feels almost hot as it rolls across my bare shoulders. “Maybe some frozen pizza, but you’re actually quite romantic.”
“Don’t tell anyone.” He lets out a small laugh.
“You’re good book boyfriend material.”
He looks at me funny. “What’s a book boyfriend?”
I chuckle. “The dreamy guys I write about that make readers swoon.”
He gives me the biggest smile. “So, you’re saying I’m dreamy?”
I nod.
He quirks an eyebrow as he runs the tip of his finger over the top of my hand. “Are you swooning too?”
“Maybe.”
Who am I kidding? I’m completely swooning over this guy. Who wouldn’t? He takes me away from the stress of the city to a private island where he prepares me dinner, not letting me lift a finger.
Vinnie moves my champagne glass off the blanket and inches closer. Our bodies are almost touching, and my heart’s pounding uncontrollably in my chest. He rests his hand on my hip with nothing but my flimsy sundress separating our flesh.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.
I see the fire and desire in the way he looks at me. I feel beautiful with how his eyes burn as they linger on my face. The air around us seems to crackle like the fire only a few feet away.
He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. The softness of his mouth and the hardness of his body send goose bumps bursting across my flesh. His hand leaves my hip, sliding up my body and finding my face. There’s something about having his giant hand holding my cheek and his thumb grazing the edge of my mouth as he deepens the kiss that sends my body into overdrive.
I roll onto my back and Vinnie follows, climbing on top of me and resting his lower body between my legs. My pussy aches to be filled after so many months.
He swipes his tongue over my lips, and I open to him, wanting and needing to taste him. His hard length presses against my clit, reminding me of the first time he got
me off. He slowly pulls the strap of my sundress off one shoulder, and his fingertips make sparks burst across my skin.
I want to beg him to hurry because I’ve waited long enough to be touched this way. But I also want to savor every moment, every kiss, every caress, and memorize the way he makes me feel.
His lips blaze a trail down my jaw to my neck, nibbling and kissing his way to my bare shoulder. My fingernails dig into his biceps as I arch my back off the blanket, pushing myself toward him.
He pulls the strap farther down my arm, exposing my breast to the ocean breeze. My nipples immediately pebble and are in need of some serious attention.
I slide my hands to his neck as he moves his face closer to my breast. I want this. I want him. I want his mouth everywhere, sliding across my skin.
“You want me to take my time?” he whispers against my chest, glancing up at me.
I shake my head. “No. I need you inside me. I want you inside me,” I correct.
He brings his mouth down over my breast, and he closes his lips around my nipple. I nearly come immediately since my sensitive breasts have been neglected for so long and due to the fact that he’s grinding his cock into me in the most delicious way.
I slide my hands down his chest, finding his shorts. I tug at the sides, wanting to feel his hardness against my body without anything separating us. He grunts as my fingernail scrapes against his skin, working the shorts down his thighs.
I palm his cock as he holds himself up with just enough room for me to fit my arm between us. The harder he sucks my nipple, the faster I stroke his length.
He slides his mouth across my body, and he uses his teeth to push the dress to the side, exposing my other breast. I stroke harder, working his cock, paying special attention to the tip and making it impossible to draw this out any longer.
I don’t need flowers and courting. At this point, I’m a sure thing. There’s a deep throb between my legs that can only be quenched by being filled by his hard cock.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
Vinnie raises his eyes to mine, nipple still in his lips.
“Fuck me hard.”
Vinnie sits up, cock pointing straight up toward the heavens, and removes his shorts. I grab the hem of my dress and wiggle until it’s over my head, lying somewhere in the sand with his shorts.
“Are you sure?” he asks in the near-darkness as the moon shines behind him.
I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at his beautiful and very naked body. “What didn’t you understand about ‘fuck me’?”
A smile spreads across his face. “I love when you say that.”
“Fuck me,” I say again because I’m going to keep saying it until he finally does what he’s told.
I slide one hand down my stomach, finding my clit with my fingertips. I drop my head back, spreading my legs so he can watch me.
“If you don’t, I’ll do it,” I tell him, dipping my fingers in my wetness.
He grabs my hand and moves it to the side as he shifts back between my legs. He slides a hand underneath me as one hand grips my ass and the other strokes his cock.
“I should get a condom,” he says, but I’m too horny and, fuck, who has time for that now?
I glare at him because if I have to wait any longer, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind. “Forget the condom. I’m clean and protected. Are you?”
“Tested monthly. I’m clean, baby.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Then why are you still talking?”
Vinnie’s lips are back on mine as the tip of his cock presses against my opening. “I’m done talking, baby. It’s time to take what’s mine.”
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit his words send goose bumps scattering across my skin. I write about men claiming women as their own all the time, but I have never had a man say the words to me. Vinnie knows just what to say to steal my breath and make not falling for him damn near impossible.
He slides his cock inside me inch by inch, stretching me so wide, I can barely breathe. The delicious bite as he pushes deeper has me gasping for air and clawing at his back. I moan his name as he pulls back and rocks back into me.
It’s slow and sensual. He stares down at me, never breaking eye contact as his slow rocking turns into sharp, deep thrusts.
“Yes!” I chant over and over again. “More.”
I hook my ankle around his ass, wanting him deeper, needing the friction for the orgasm that’s slowly building inside me. His cock fills me, reminding me of exactly how wonderful it feels to be stuffed.
His lips are back on mine as he swivels his hips and grinds against me, hitting every spot I need touched to make the orgasm build faster.
My body tightens with each thrust, and I curl my toes as my back arches. I can’t stop the orgasm. I scream his name, chanting into the darkness as colors explode behind my eyes.
“Again,” he says, not stopping or slowing, but fucking me harder and deeper than before.
“I don’t think I can,” I say while trying to catch my breath, and tiny but violent aftershocks rock me to my core.
“You will, baby. I can do this all night,” he says, and I believe he can and will.
22
Vinnie
“Absolutely not,” she says, shaking her head and taking a step back. “I’m not getting on that.”
For a girl with a big attitude, she’s scared of everything. I’ve quickly learned she’s a creature of habit and never really steps outside her comfort zone.
“Just five minutes?” I try to grab her hand, but she snatches it away.
“Nope. Not happening.”
I laugh as I stand where the waves crash over the sand and splash up my legs. “It’ll be fun. Don’t you trust me?”
“Obviously not.” She laughs softly and crosses her arms. “Not enough to put my life in danger.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Is this deadly?” I motion toward the Jet Ski. “For real?”
She points at the Jet Ski like it’s going to jump out of the water and bite her. “If I get hurt, then what? How far is the nearest hospital?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Where’s the ambulance?” she asks, giving me a smug look.
“There isn’t one.”
“You go.” She juts her chin toward the water. “I’ll stay here and write.”
“If you’re not going, I’m not going.” I figure she’ll give in if I refuse to go. I mean, most people would.
“Fine,” she says. “Whatever makes you happy.”
I step forward. “What would make me happy is if you would put that fine ass of yours on that Jet Ski.”
She turns her face toward the sun. “I like land under my feet.”
While she isn’t looking, I bend down and grab her around the knees and hoist her into the air. Her fists immediately come down against my back, repeatedly smacking me as she howls.
“You put me down, Vinnie Gallo.”
“You’re so scary when you’re mad,” I tease her, laughing as I stalk toward the house with her thrown over my shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?”
“If you’re not going out on the water, then I’m going to have my way with you. Remember the worshiping thing?”
All the fight goes out of her as her body stills. “Yeah.”
I slide my hand up her leg and grip her soft skin near her thigh, right at the edge of her cotton underwear. “I’m about to see just how many orgasms you can handle before you beg for me to stop.”
“You talk a big game.”
I swat her ass playfully. “Baby, I always deliver on my promises.”
She slides down my body, staring at me like I’m full of shit, but I’m not. There’s nothing I want more than to explore every inch of her flesh with my lips, tongue, fingers, and cock. No spot will be left untouched.
“Take off your suit,” I tell her.
“Just get naked? Right here?”
“Baby…” I slide my hand across her ch
eek. “I’ve seen every inch of your body already. If you want me to worship you, I need you naked.”
The sunlight streams in through the windows as she slowly lowers the straps of her swimsuit. Her eyes never leave me as I take in the beauty of her caramel skin, full breasts, and lush hips.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, and I mean every fucking word. “So freaking hot.”
She stops her hand just before her breasts are exposed. “Don’t talk.”
“Why?”
“You make me nervous.”
I step forward and place my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. I need her not only to hear my words, but to feel them too. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I love every inch of you. I’ve never been so attracted to another person in my life. I’m about to show you just how much I adore your body.”
She stares at me, blinking but not moving. I take over, moving her hand away from the strap, and I use both hands to pull her bathing suit down her body, showing me everything I’m about to devour.
I bend forward and kiss her breast as I pull the swimsuit down her legs. “I’m going to make you come until you can’t come anymore.”
“I’ve never come more than twice.”
I’m face-to-face with her again, itching to get busy. “Well, baby, I’m going for the world record in orgasms. You’re coming until you’re unconscious.”
She sucks in a breath and looks at me incredulously. “You want me to black out?”
I smirk. “I want you to never forget who owns this body.”
“Well, fuck.”
“We’ll do that too, but first…I feast.”
23
Bianca
Life has a way of putting things into perspective. You’re riding high one minute, and then the world slaps you in the face the next. It’s like the universe’s cosmic way of reminding you that happiness is fleeting and fickle, ready to be snatched away at a moment’s notice.
We spent four glorious days soaking up the sunshine in the Caribbean and somehow didn’t stay in bed the entire time. Vinnie delivered on everything he promised and more. The man is a skilled lover, but there’s more to him once you start peeling back the layers.