She assumed he’d fallen back to sleep again and closed her own eyes, but his hand started moving again, brushing beneath the waistband of her shorts, into her panties. They both gasped lightly when his fingers began their gentle manipulation. He tugged her to him even tighter, holding her with his arms, pressing himself, hard, against her backside.
“I love you,” he murmured in her ear, so close it tickled.
Being the object of Paul’s intense desire did things to her. She’d wondered over the last few days if he’d ever touch her again.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” he whispered into the same ear before skimming the back of her neck with his warm, soft lips, as his fingers continued playing with her.
His advice was good, and she took a deep breath of the air she’d been missing for the last several seconds, revitalizing her brain cells and stimulating her nerve endings even more, if that were possible. She gave herself over to him, drowning in the lavish attention he offered. He suddenly froze and she almost cried out for him not to stop.
“You’re wet,” he panted.
She couldn’t tell from the way he’d said it, whether it was a good thing, or not. She thought it was supposed to be a good thing, but he still didn’t move. He lay, fixed, as if processing the information, but then, suddenly wide awake, his movements became frenzied, desperately unfastening buttons and zippers, and pushing all the cloth barriers away. She kicked her shorts and panties off when he had them to her ankles, and they were eye to eye, naked.
“I shouldn’t—but I want you so bad. I can’t control my desire for you, my need for you.”
Paul rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her, finding her lips with his, filling her mouth with his tongue. She encouraged him with her own. The way his fingers stroked her, she didn’t know whether to push against or pull away. She tried both and found the result of each effort . . . rewarding.
He stopped and reached for one of the condoms on the mat above their heads and ripped it open with his teeth. He hesitated, searching her expression for permission.
“I love you,” she breathed out, as best as she could manage, hoping to give it to him.
“I love you, too,” he breathed back as he rolled on the condom and slid back into place, above her. “I love you, Dani Girl.” And then He knocked against her door.
She sucked in a breath of air, almost wheezing, when he pushed his way inside. He let out a masculine exhale before holding utterly still, eyes locked on hers. She knew it had to be hard to do—nearly impossible—based on the fact that his whole body was trembling as he held his breath. The look on his face, looking at her . . . she would never forget that look.
“Are you okay?” He held her face between his hands, staring at her so adoringly.
“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding slightly.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, again.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Good.” He kissed her and then looked at her again, asking permission, but she thought she’d already given it. “I need to move, Baby.”
“Yeah.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, nor could she find her voice as it squeaked out. She couldn’t think of anything, except how much she loved him.
Their eyes remained fixed on each other, but she gasped again, not as harshly this time, when he pushed in a little farther. The need in his eyes, she loved being needed by him. She decided at that moment, it had to be the best feeling in the world. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him to her. He took it as his cue and started to move without releasing her from his careful, searching gaze. He kissed her, over and over, all over her face, so tenderly, so lovingly.
It didn’t hurt, really. The tug and pull, the stretching—she hadn’t noticed it the first time—only the burning sensation. She didn’t miss that. This time didn’t burn, and she relaxed, watching him watch her. She didn’t want to miss a single detail. She paid attention to every move he made, ragged breath he took. She felt every twitch of every muscle . . . and then his rocking grew faster, less rhythmic. Sounds panted from his throat, a cross between growling, purring, and crying out for help, like he was in pain, and yet—not.
She recognized this part, remembered how much she had loved this part before. He was almost done.
The strong, self-assured poise that ordinarily radiated from his whole being, disappeared, leaving him exposed, so vulnerable, taking yet giving, so alive and yet, as close to death as possible before crossing that line, for her. It stirred something in her. Her body took on a mind of its own.
She cried out and tightened her grip on him as he buckled, falling against her with an umph. She lay, holding him, trembling, wanting more. She felt herself clench again and he raised his head to look at her. A sneaky grin spread slowly across his face.
“Your turn,” he said as he rolled off and sat up. He pulled the condom off and tied it with a knot. She watched curiously as he stuck it in the pocket of his shorts, and then, seeing the bourbon sitting there, he reached for the bottle and took a mouthful.
“Do you really need more?”
“If I want to live with myself,” he said with a smirk, took another drink, holding the amber liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing with a growl at the burn.
She finally, truly understood why he was so upset about the vodka bottles in her purse.
“Get that look off your face,” he said as he turned back to her, his grin seemed a little too devious for her to feel comfortable. “I said it’s your turn.” With his wicked smile still in place, he pounced.
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Paul twisted and straddled Rhees, hovering over her, pinning her down on the mat, holding her arms above her head. He licked her face from bottom to top and then smiled at her like he was scheming.
“I don’t like the look you’re giving me,” she said warily.
He didn’t acknowledge her, but instead gave her a loving kiss. He stared at her again for a second before he let the mischievous look return.
“What?” she asked. “Tell me.” She could be so insistent.
“You said you trust me.” His sneaky smile turned to a scowl for a moment. “You shouldn’t, but right now . . . it would be better if I just showed you.”
He kissed her so passionately that he could almost feel her melt. It boosted his ego, as if his ego needed boosting. He proceeded to do his best to kiss every inch of her, working his way down her increasingly tensing body.
“Relax.”
“I’m relaxed.”
“Liar.”
“Okay. I’m nervous.”
“I don’t know what the hell for—if you knew what I have in store for you.”
“But I don’t.” She giggled, or tried to. He reached her belly button and lapped his tongue inside, making her jerk. “Oh! Don’t do that, it’s sensitive.”
He laughed knowingly and made his way farther down. He looked up at her with a devious grin, waited for her to process what would happen next before plunging his head between her legs and kissing the life out of the parts of her that made her female.
She squealed with a jolt and wrenched her body so violently that it almost knocked him over.
“What was that?” He looked up at her, incredulously.
“It tickles.”
“Nooo,” he sang. “It feeels goood.” He licked again.
She squealed and writhed against him.
“No. It tickles.” She laughed hysterically. “A lot. More than any part of me has ever tickled before.”
He laughed and pinned her hips down with his strong arms and tried again. She screamed, and laughed, and tried to get away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Shhh! If you keep that u
p, e-very man, woman and child on the island will come running to see what the commotion is all about. This is nawt a spectator sport, Dani Girl.”
“But it tickles—” she took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “—you’re torturing me.”
“I need you to relax for me, Baby. You can do that, right?”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Pleeease?” he begged. “Just ta-ry?”
“Okay. I’ll try.” She took another deep breath and let it out, long and slow.
He kissed her—carefully—softer than before. He looked up to check on her. She lay on her back, looking up at the stars, concentrating.
“How was that?”
“Um . . . better.”
He chuckled and repeated what he’d done before but took his time. He felt her begin to unwind. Little by little, he worked her, enjoyed her . . . the way he’d dreamed of for so, so long.
He didn’t stop until he had her moaning and ready to fall apart, but just before she did, he crawled his way back up her body, reached for the second condom and rolled it on. He used his legs to spread hers apart far enough to put himself where he needed to be, but didn’t push in. The look on her face confused him.
“You didn’t like that?” he asked, worried that he’d just traumatized her or something. “Because . . . I had the impression you liked it.”
“I did. I liked it. I just always thought that was something only perverts did.”
“I am a perr-vert. You didn’t know that? One of the m-many character flaws I’ve been warning you about.”
“Well, I’m a pervert now too then, because I think I’d like to do that again.”
“See?” He frowned. “I told you, I’m dragging you down to hell with me.” He reached for the bottle and took another drink.
“You’re not as bad as you think you are. I’m not as good as you think I am. Why do you think that being together means that you either have to be perfect or that I have to go to hell? Can’t there be something in the middle? A compromise?”
He rubbed his dressed and ready-to-go erection against her. “I want to compromise you right now—again.”
He leaned down to kiss her, but she blocked his kiss, a look of horror on her face. It took a second, but he burst into laughter, realizing the problem—she knew where his mouth had been. He grabbed her chin, clenching his teeth as he forced her to look into his amused eyes.
“Don’t worry, you’re even m-more dee-licious than I e-ver ee-magined. I promise.” With that, he smashed his lips against hers and sloppily wet-kissed her until she quit howling for him to stop. Resolved to her fate, she quieted and closed her eyes.
“Why do you enjoy grossing me out?”
“You didn’t think it was ga-ross when your germs were only in my mouth.” He smirked.
“That was your choice.” She pretended to try and get out of his hold, making him get an even better hold of her. “We should all be able to make our own choices.”
“Does that mean you’re never going to return the favor?” He actually felt the sting of rejection.
It took her a minute to answer. She seemed to be thinking about it, but then her face lit up.
“That sounds like you plan to do more of this in the future?” She arched one of her brows. “If it means you’ll keep me around, and stop talking your stupid talk about me leaving you, and being better off without you, then yes. I promise, I will return the favor, whenever you want.”
He chose not to respond, but watched her with an evil grin on his face, instead.
“It’s still your turn,” he said.
“Still?”
He chuckled. “Surely you noticed how I left you hanging.”
“I didn’t want you to stop. You did that on purpose? I wasn’t sure.”
“You have so much to learn.”
“Luckily you’re a great teacher.”
He smirked and thrust himself inside of her.
“Mm,” he grunted, and kissed her. “That, beautiful,” he kissed her again, “is the greatest feeling in the whole world! Not just getting inside a woman, but getting inside of you. It’s never been as good as this, never in twenty years.”
“You’re just drunk.”
The vacant, self-hatred look, the one she hated even more than the murderous glare, stared back at her.
“I’ve been drunk or high, pretty much since I got my brother killed. I’ve had a million women; sober, drunk, high—I’m telling you, it’s never been like this.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Without warning, he rolled so that he was on the bottom, her on top, without breaking their connection. “Now, you remember how it felt when I made out with your clitoris?”
She didn’t answer, but she blushed, the brightest, reddest color he had ever seen on her. It made him laugh again. “This is not the time to be shy, Baby. I’m all rebooted and ready to go, but I already nearly came again, because He was so jealous of my tongue.”
His comment didn’t help to relieve the shock on her face. He didn’t really expect it to.
“Don’t be embarrassed, just move. See if you can make yourself feel the way my tongue made you feel.”
“I can’t!” Her eyes were full of fear or embarrassment.
“You can, and you will, unless you plan to just stay like this forever.”
“Um, based on the way you’ve been acting the past few days, I choose that option.” She bit her lower lip. He burst out laughing so hard, he came out of her.
“Shit! So much for forever, but the thought of it definitely intrigued me.” He fixed the problem. “There we go.”
Straddling him, her hands leaning against his chest, she looked so beautiful, but she shook her head. She could be so stubborn sometimes.
“Consider it your class assignment. Move.” He gripped her hips in his hands and manipulated her so that she had no choice. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure.
“If you expect me to do this, you can’t close your eyes.”
His eyes popped open, immediately. “There.” He smiled and resumed guiding her. “God, you feel so good . . . but this isn’t supposed to be about me. How does it feel for you?”
She shrugged, and he sighed.
“I love you, Rhees.” His eyelids narrowed and he pulled her down to him so he could hold her closer. He brushed the hair from her face and showered kisses all over her mouth, neck, and jawline. “Maybe it’s too soon. You need more time. I really had hoped you could see how beautiful it is between us, you know? Because all you’ve ever known is the ugliness.”
She put her hand over his mouth and buried her face in his neck. He didn’t know if she was just embarrassed, or if she was about to cry. He held her to him and waited, but He throbbed inside her.
“Aw, that selfish son of a bitch!” Paul mumbled, making her rise up again to see what was wrong. “Here I am trying to be all warm and fuzzy but all He ever wants to do is get off.”
She giggled and relaxed more than she had since they’d started again. They stared into each other’s eyes until she took his face in her hands and kissed him. She didn’t stop and he gave back, caressing her body adoringly when she started to move on her own.
“Are you getting close?” He finally had to tear his lips away from hers long enough to ask in a breathy gust.
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“You’ll know. Trust me, you’ll know.” He resumed the kissing, but a few minutes later said, “I’m going to be there, soon. If you don’t make it, I’ll finish you off the other way, okay?” He kissed her again.
“Shh,” she shushed him. “You talk too much. You’re breaking my concentration.”
He huffed a laugh. “Don’t try too hard. Just let go and—
” He didn’t finish his sentence. His head rolled back, his eyes clenched shut, and a long gravely breath came out of his wide, open mouth.
She felt him shudder beneath her as he called out her name, over and over. She turned her full attention to him, seeing him peak, come undone. It did something to her, as did the new sensations his writhing granted her. She gasped and grabbed him back.
Her whole body began to quiver—just as his quivering came to an end. His body went lax, he was finished and needed to catch his breath, but she’d just started. He hung on for dear life. With one hand firmly around her waist and the other across the soft cheeks of her backside, he gritted his teeth and tried to manage her movements without disturbing her—but he was sure she was going to kill him—death by the greatest, most intense sex he’d ever experienced.
He took great pleasure in the way her breathing became nothing more than short, quick intakes and the tiniest of whimpers on the exhale. As she slowed and came to rest, her body went limp in his arms. He moved the hand from her bottom to the back of her neck and held her to him. They both took a deep breath and exhaled at the same time, fulfilled and content, as they lay quietly in each other’s arms.
“Next lesson, let’s work on coming together, okay?” He tried not to laugh, still almost hurting from how long she’d compelled him to extend his delivery.
She lifted her head to look at him with hope. “I like the way it sounded when you said, ‘Next time’. Does that mean—”
He frowned, cutting her off from finishing.
“If I remember this in the morning, I guarantee I won’t be letting you go anywhere.”
Rhees lifted her head to look at him, the wheels spinning.
“How drunk are you, right now?”
He snickered and reached above his head to grab the bottle. He had to break their connection to sit up and take another drink. She sat up too, and snatched the bottle from him before he knew what she planned to do. She crawled to the edge of the deck and poured it out into the water.
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