by Jaci Burton
She lifted up and then dropped down over his shaft, harder each time. He kept his thumb on her clit, massaging gently. She reached behind her and cupped his balls in her hands, lightly tugging until he groaned long and loud.
The faster she moved against him, the faster he strummed her clit. The dual sensations of his cock stroking her inside and his fingers plucking at the sensitive bud outside had her reaching the pinnacle in an enormous burst.
She heard the screams but didn't know if they were hers or another woman on the beach. Dax's fingers dug painfully into her hips as he lifted up and released inside her, his groans loud and guttural. She rocked against him and squeezed her pussy, milking the last drop of come from his straining body.
He pulled her alongside him, both of them drenched in sweat and fighting for breath.
Her heart pounded against his chest in time to his own rapid beat. She smiled thinking about how they lay right where they fell together, in the way of anyone wanting to walk up the path, and more than certainly in prime view of every person on the beach.
She should care that they were so visible, but she didn't. She should care that the man she made love with wasn't even human. But she didn't. Completely satiated and enjoying the afterglow of spectacular lovemaking, she'd do a naked table dance in the middle of the hotel lounge right now and it wouldn't faze her a bit.
Dax's origins could plague her later. Right now she wanted to shut off the logical part of her mind and simply enjoy the moment.
"How about a swim to get the sand, sweat and other stuff off?" Dax murmured, kissing the top of her head.
The tiny gesture warmed her and she nodded. "Yes, definitely."
"Then a long, cool drink, and then I promise you we'll talk."
Talk. As in finding out about him. He stood and she admired his body. So perfect, so lean and muscular. He must be some sort of athlete judging from his build. He held out his hand and pulled her up, taking her into his arms for a blistering kiss. When he pulled away, his ocean blue gaze held hers, his expression dark and unfathomable.
What was he thinking? About her, about them, about what they'd just shared? She'd love to know his thoughts. Hell, at this point, she'd be satisfied knowing anything about the mysterious Dax.
Isabelle pondered what would happen next. What secrets did Dax hold? And how much would he reveal to her?
The biologist in her wanted, needed to know. The woman in her feared the revelation, wondering how it would change things between them.
Chapter Eight
"Okay, talk," Isabelle said, leaning back in her chair at the poolside bar. She crossed her arms, giving her the appearance of a detective interrogating a prisoner.
"Did you enjoy what we did earlier, Isabelle?" Dax knew he was stalling, but couldn't help it. Not only did he want to avoid any and all discussions about who he really was, he also wanted to focus on Isabelle, on her reactions to the wild sex they'd just shared.
It had been hot, that much was certain. Hotter than he'd ever imagined sex between two people could be.
"Yes. I enjoyed it very much. Now start talking."
"You're very beautiful." At least on that subject he wouldn't have to lie. Her face glowed with the aftereffects of her orgasm and her eyes glittered like amber jewels in the afternoon light.
"You're trying to distract me."
"Is it working?"
"Not this time. Now spill."
"I just did," he said, winking at her.
Her lips twitched, curving into a sensual smile that shot straight between his legs.
"I'm serious, Dax," she said, the smile leaving her face. "I need to know about you."
He reached for her hand. "Why?"
"Why? Because I'm a biologist. Because there aren't supposed to be people who can do what you do."
"Does the unknown frighten you?"
She paused, then shook her head. "Actually, no. Just makes me curious. And the things I've seen you do defy human biology."
His first thought was to blurt out that he wasn't human and therefore not tied to the rules of human biology. But he didn't. Wouldn't. Some things she was better off not knowing. Which meant he'd have to dream up a pack of lies about who he was and how he could do what he did. This would require some careful thought.
"Not here," he said, once more stalling for time.
"What do you mean, not here?"
"We're in a public place, Isabelle, and there are other people nearby. While I trust you with what I'm going to tell you, I don't want anyone else to hear."
She turned her head to one side, then the other. Apparently she just now noticed they weren't alone. The poolside bar was filled with people, many of them couples they'd watched during this morning's beach sexfest. She blushed, her skin coloring a crimson gold. "Sorry. I hadn't noticed."
He beamed, for some reason pleased that he had her full attention.
"Then let's go back to my bungalow," she suggested.
They stood and headed for Isabelle's golf cart. Dax stayed silent during the drive, trying to manufacture the lies he was about to spout.
"I need a shower first," she said as soon as they arrived at the bungalows.
Dax nodded. "Me too. I'll be back after I've cleaned some of the sand off."
Among other things. Remnants of Isabelle still clung to him, her sweet and musky scent lingering on his skin. Although loath to wash her off, he went to his bungalow and quickly showered, his body relaxing under the warm spray.
After he dried off and donned a pair of swim shorts, his first thought was to head to the beach and dive down to his sanctuary, altogether avoiding having to invent bogus explanations for his existence. Hiding out seemed like a very attractive option.
Coward. This was his doing in the first place. He'd made himself visible to her, then did a dive without an oxygen tank. Had he thought she wouldn't notice?
Heaving a disgusted sigh, he walked across the sand and rapped on the door to Isabelle's bungalow. She yelled out for him to come in, but when he entered she was nowhere to be found.
"I'm just finishing up with my shower, Dax. I'll be right out."
Intrigued, he walked toward the sound of her voice. He smiled and leaned against the open doorway to her bedroom. Isabelle stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror on her dresser. She was clad only in a towel tucked around her body, her dark hair streaming in long, wet strands down her back.
His cock leaped to life at the vision before him. She still hadn't spotted him. She was focused on her reflection in the mirror, busily brushing out her wet hair. The white towel was a stark contrast to her golden skin, which was still damp from her shower. He longed to kiss the lingering droplets on her shoulders and arms, then move down her body and lick every inch of her until his mouth settled on the sweet spot between her legs.
He dragged a ragged breath out of his lungs, his shaft rigid and pulsing with an ache that seemed a constant presence whenever Isabelle was around.
Finally, she caught sight of him in the mirror and turned. He expected her to yell for him to get out, but she merely smiled. A seductive, sensuous smile that tripped down his nerve endings and exacerbated his already pounding erection.
Now that she faced him, his gaze caught the knot of the towel tucked between her breasts. Without a word he stepped toward her, noting how she placed the brush on the dresser and stood there, waiting for him. Anticipating maybe? He hoped so. Their minds were connected in some way. Perhaps their desires were the same, too.
He stopped an inch or so in front of her, breathing in the fresh scent of peaches, watching her breasts swell above the towel with every deep breath. Her eyes darkened, her pupils dilated rapidly and he knew she felt the same vibrations of desire that swept through his body like a lightning storm.
Would she ask him to leave her bedroom, remind him that they needed to talk? She'd seemed adamant about nothing getting in the way of their discussion.
What coursed through his mind ri
ght now would definitely interrupt their discussion about him.
She stepped into that inch of space he'd left open between them, threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers.
Shock electrified his heart as her tongue dipped inside his mouth, sliding against his teeth and curling alongside his tongue. This he hadn't expected. She'd wanted answers to her questions, not more sex. At least that's what he'd thought.
Quit questioning the why of things. Put your arms around her and take what she's offering. He pulled her fully against him, his cock nestling against her mound. Blood roared through his ears like a crashing surf as she yielded to him, her body pliant and inviting. Her whimpers and moans led him to believe she was as eager as he, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
At this rate they'd never have that conversation he was dreading. It seemed as if they couldn't occupy a room or location together for more than a few minutes without passion erupting between them and taking over completely.
Not that he minded. In fact, he preferred it this way. If they didn't talk about it, they could simply enjoy each other until...until what? Until he got called away and had to leave her? Or even worse, until he told her about himself and she ran, unable to face who and what he was?
Right now he refused to think about that possibility. He'd waited too long for her and they'd just begun to learn about each other. He wished he could tell her everything, but he couldn't.
For now, he'd simply enjoy having her in his arms. She tasted like the ocean--full of magic and wonder. Her mouth moved slowly over his, her tongue teasing and tasting. Dragging his lips away from hers, he pressed light kisses down her neck and across her shoulders, then reached for the knot holding her towel together.
With a quick movement, her hand clasped his wrist and she pulled away. Instantly he dropped his arm to his side, thinking she'd decided to stop. Instead, her lips curled in a seductive smile.
"Go sit over there," she said, motioning with her head towards the king-sized bed centering the room.
At least she hadn't thrown him out. He settled on the edge of the mattress, his cock clamoring for release.
"Watch me." Her eyes glittered with unspoken words.
Like his gaze could focus on anything but her lush body. He was mesmerized and she was the seductress, the siren who hypnotized him.
She seemed hesitant, uncertain, as if she didn't realize how seductive she really was. Yet just standing there, she oozed more sexuality than any woman he'd ever known. She reached for the knot on the towel and slowly pulled it from between her breasts. The towel slid to the floor as if in slow motion, revealing her bronzed body inch by glorious inch. Dax swallowed past the lump in his throat and fought to keep from reaching between his legs and stroking his cock.
"Slip off your shorts," she commanded.
She didn't have to ask him twice. He stood, his gaze never leaving her heated eyes, and reached for the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down and off.
Her eyes gleamed with passion as she looked her fill of him from head to toe.
"You have a gorgeous body, Dax," she said, approaching him slowly. "Tanned a golden color, your skin soft, your muscles lean and defined, your--"
She'd stopped her visual assessment, focusing on his straining cock. "Yes, quite a hard body."
He willed her to touch him, his thoughts urging her soft hand to palm his shaft and stroke it. But she didn't, instead raised her head and met his eyes, stepping close enough that he could see the gold flecks dancing around the green. "You know, the other day you did something wonderful for me."
"What's that?" he rasped, barely able to find his voice.
With the tips of her fingers she traced lazy circles over his shoulders and chest. "You licked me and made me come."
His throat went completely dry. "Yes. I enjoyed it. You taste sweet, Isabelle."
When he would have reached for her she placed her palms on his chest, stopping him. "No. I want to do something. Sit down."
He sat quickly, his balls tightening when she dropped to her knees between his legs, her mouth at perfect eye level to his engorged shaft. As if it recognized Isabelle's mouth, it leaped toward her. Her eyes widened and she threw her head back and laughed.
"I take it this is okay with you?" she asked, leaning forward and resting her arms on his thighs.
"Hell yeah. Get to it, woman," he teased.
She giggled and leaned up to capture his mouth in a kiss, her tongue darting in and out. Her breasts brushed his chest, teasing and tantalizing him with their beaded tips. But when he tried to touch her, she wriggled away and settled back down between his legs.
Her fingers pressed deeply into his thighs, massaging his muscles, bringing that part of his body to raging life. Her hands were magic, inching closer and closer to his erection and yet not touching him there. His first impulse was to grab her wrists and force her fingers around his shaft, but this was her game and he'd let her play it out in her own way.
After all, right now they should be talking about who he was and where he was from. This wasn't at all what he'd envisioned and he wasn't going to do anything to take her focus away from what she wanted to do to him.
He just hoped he had the patience to sit still while she touched him. He dug his fingers into the mattress and held on tight.
"You have a beautiful cock, Dax," she said in a husky voice that made him shudder with the need to bury his shaft inside her. "Not too big, definitely not too small." She rested her palms at the juncture of his thighs, mere inches away from his pounding hard-on.
Touch it, he willed silently. The burgeoning ache consumed him. Every ounce of blood in his body was centered between his legs. If she didn't touch him, and soon, he might have to resort to begging.
Isabelle didn't touch him, at least not with her hands. She leaned forward and licked the head of his shaft, then slowly slid his cock into her mouth. He sucked in a breath at the heat of her mouth surrounding him, at the visual of her sweet lips closing over his shaft. Pleasure arced through him when her gaze caught and held his.
Her mouth was magic, creating hot explosions of electricity as she took him deep inside her mouth. When she released his shaft, it glistened with her saliva. Drops of pre-come trickled from the head and she captured them with her tongue. He shuddered at the erotic vision.
"You taste salty, like the sea," she whispered, then grasped his shaft and stroked upward. He lifted his hips to give her easier access to his raging hard-on.
He lost it when she bent forward and traced her tongue around his balls. They tightened against his body, urging a release he knew he couldn't hold off for long.
"Damn that's good, baby," he moaned.
Her hands and mouth were heaven and hell, tormenting him with sweet pleasure and sins of damnation. She took the twin sacs gently in her mouth, the warm wetness of her tongue firing his blood and nearly taking him over the edge. Her hands moved rapidly over his shaft and he pumped his hips in time to her rhythm.
Her long hair tickled his thighs, adding more fuel to his already scorching fire. When she lifted up and coaxed his cock deep into her throat, he reached for the silken tresses and threaded his fingers through her hair, matching his thrusting hips to the rhythm of her movements.
"Ah, God, Isabelle, I'm gonna come."
She leaned up and covered his cock with her lips, sucking him deep as the first spasms of his climax shot hot come into her throat. She drained him, milking his balls, swallowing every drop of fluid until he had nothing left to give. Still, he pulsed within her heated mouth.
Dax fell back on the bed, exhausted and thoroughly sated. Isabelle climbed up and lay beside him, fitting her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Her hair and skin held the peach scent he now associated with all things Isabelle. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran his hands over her back.
She'd surprised him. More than surprised
him--shocked the hell out of him, actually. Expecting an inquisition and getting a seduction instead was only part of what attracted him to Isabelle. Her wit, her thirst for knowledge and her acceptance and curiosity about him and his life totaled into one attractive package.
The fact they matched so incredibly well sexually only added to her allure.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
He had to laugh at her question. "What do you think? I must have pumped gallons of come down your throat."
She leaned up and over his chest, licking her lips in a way that had his cock stirring to life again. "You tasted good. I loved feeling your movements against me, hearing your heavy breathing and your moans. It really excited me."
He arched a brow. "Is that right?"
"Yes. It made me wet."
Her eyes widened as he brushed his cock against her thigh. "You're ready again?" she asked, the surprise in her voice making him laugh.
"I can't help it. You excite me."
"You excite me too, Dax. So much that I..."
Her words trailed off. He tipped her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. "Tell me what you want, Isabelle."
She sucked in her bottom lip and tilted her head to the side, hesitating for a few seconds before she said, "I think I'd like you to fuck me from behind."
The blush she wore on her cheeks was adorable. Clearly she wasn't used to talking about sex in such a graphic way. He, on the other hand, found her willingness to tell him what she desired exciting as hell. A quick glance around the room failed to give him the location or props he wanted. He leaped from the bed and pulled Isabelle up with him.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see." He led her out of the bedroom and into the living room. Hmm, yes. The chair in there was perfect.
He placed her in front of the chair, pushing her forward until her body draped over the cushion of the low-backed chair. He stepped back and sucked in a breath, mesmerized by Isabelle's long legs stretched wide, her beautiful ass and pussy so clearly visible in this position.
"Hurry, Dax," she pleaded.
Reluctant to leave the vision she presented, he stepped forward, nestling his hard-on between the cheeks of her delectable ass. He patted her rear, then gave it a light tap.
Isabelle jumped and giggled. "That didn't hurt."
"Does this?" He smacked her right cheek, a little harder this time, feeling her muscles clench.