Heat Waves
Page 12
“You-”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my question. He crashed his lips to mine and I closed my eyes to savour the connection. God, he could kiss. His tongue eased out and traced my top lip and I opened for him, allowing him to explore. His hands fell to my hips as I fisted his shirt and our tongues stroked. I moaned, he groaned; we stepped closer until we were flush against each other, melded with ease and I felt him grow between us as, for the second in twenty four hours, he took control of my body with the simplest of touches. His thumbs stroked my neck and his mouth left mine. A soft breeze whirled around us. I shivered; from the cold or from the heat, I had no idea, but I didn’t care. His lips were tracing my jaw and they moved down to my neck. Teeth grazing, tongue swirling; sucking, nipping, kissing. I sighed and threw my head back. My legs were shaky and my nipples peaked; I felt them harden and he acted, taking my breasts in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over and around the hard buds.
“Ah,” I breathed.
“You like that?”
There was no cockiness in his voice, no arrogance. We may have been building up to another session of raw fucking, but we were both lost in it. Lowering his head, he pulled my vest down and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around and sucking gently while he pinched the other between his fingers.
“Yes.”
He looked up at me as his tongue moved from one to the other and he took it in his mouth. I squeezed my legs together, but he shook his head, slipping his hand between them and stroking me through my shorts.
“Cain.”
He let go of my nipple with a pop and looked up at me. As I opened my mouth to speak, he puckered his lips and blew. The shiver sent a tremor through my body, all thoughts deemed void and I moaned without restraint.
“Yes, Andie?”
I shook my head, rolling my hips into him so the heel of his hand could rub my clit. I couldn’t speak. The way he said my name, his touch, his warm breath travelling over my skin…
He stood up straight and our lips met. As our tongues danced, he lifted me and wrapped his arms around me. I locked my ankles at the bottom of his back, and my lips moved to his neck. The vein thumped furiously beneath his skin as my tongue traced it from his collar bone to his ear. He grew further, rubbing against me when I took his ear between my teeth and moved back to down. He tasted like the ocean, salty from the sea air, and it sent my senses into overdrive. I heard the waves as they picked up pace with the tide. I smelled him all over me; mixing with my own scent. I heard every breath as he carried me towards the villa and I felt the muscles in his back rippling under his skin as I ran my finger between his shoulder blades.
Cain threw me to the bed and began crawling towards me, but I shook my head and sat up.
“My turn,” I grinned and licked my lips. “Lie down.”
He hesitated; he liked to be in control, but so did I. Our eyes met and never parted; I wasn’t backing down. He sighed in defeat and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head.
Straddling him, I rested my hands on his chest. My thumbs stroked his nipples, circling and teasing. My hair fell over my face as my tongue traced the outline of his left nipple, then the right. He groaned and lifted his hips, the rigidity in his shorts colliding with the wetness of mine. His stomach tensed when I kissed it, taking time to kiss each bump and line of sinew; women weren’t the only ones who needed to be taken care of.
“Andie-”
“Yes, Mr Brown?”
I mirrored his words from earlier and dipped my tongue into his navel, the trail of hair that led south tickling my chin. I moved lower still and his cock twitched against me. I inhaled his scent; there was no stronger aphrodisiac than a man lost in his own desire. I peeked up at him and flicked the head with my tongue. His eyes were closed, he was relaxed. He was simply letting the pleasure take hold and it was a joy to watch. I’d never cared before; I always rushed to get it over with, but I wanted to do this for him. I wanted to taste him, to feel him.
I sucked the crown into my mouth and circled my tongue. He bucked off the bed and his hands dropped to his sides to fist the sheet.
“So good,” he murmured.
I relaxed and took him all the way in, feeling the vibration as a synchronised moan left us both. The pre-cum oozed from him and I swallowed, savouring the flavour. I salivated; he tasted good. I watched as I pulled back, his cock coated with evidence of both of our arousals and took him back in. I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks and my tongue pressed flat to the thick vein.
He groaned again and slid his hands into my hair.
“Fuck.”
I sucked hard and fast, curling my hand around his cock and moving it up and down with my mouth. His hips lifted from the bed and I let him fill me, swallowing when he hit the back of my throat. He growled and I tried not to smile in hedonistic triumph.
“Andie-”
I let go with a pop like he did outside and watched the convulsion ripple through him like the waves of the ocean.
“Yes?”
“No more,” he shook his head and breathless whispered, “I want you.”
I climbed up his body slowly, hovering over him and taking him in my hand.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
He took hold of my hips and lowered me onto him. The intensity of the connection had me throwing my head back and reaching behind me to hold his legs for support. I let him control the rhythm, moving with him and rolling my hips. He took me by surprise and sat up, diving in to suck on my neck as he thrust upwards and I cried out. I lost my breath as he coaxed my orgasm slowly, sensually. There was no rush this time. There was no urgency and no aggression.
It was just two people losing themselves in each other…
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and no Cain. I rolled over and smiled when I smelled sex all over me and the bed sheets. It was amazing. The note left by Cain on the bedside as I reached for my phone told me he enjoyed it as much as I did… “The best trouble I’ve ever gotten in from trespassing…”
I was sore, I was aching…I was surprisingly, not indifferent.
I unlocked the screen and saw a text from Rosie.
‘I’ve booked my flight.’
About Rebecca Sherwin
Rebecca is a coffee drinking, music loving, working single mother and writing insomniac. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and when she’s not reading she’s squeezing her eyes shut and willing sleep to descend.
She writes about serious issues, giving emotional turmoil a twist and adding a little humour and sarcasm. Her stories are real and relatable, yet unexpected and unpredictable. Every writer was a reader first and Rebecca owes her passion for creating and telling emotional tales to the stories she has read and the people, places and experiences that have, and continue to, inspire her. Rebecca wants her readers to escape to a world where fairy tales and true love exist, wrapping her stories up with angst, passion and curveballs you won't see coming.
Her writing aims to bring problems and tragedies people face every day to light, make them relatable and leave her readers thinking long after they’ve read the last page.
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