by Jillian Neal
She smirked. “Yeah, I kind of thought I might need to be today.”
He chuckled just before he leaned in and pillaged her mouth again. A soft moan escaped her when he finally released her. Reminding himself again to be patient, he led her into the villa.
Her emerald green eyes were dark and craving. “But you could take me on the deck, right? Because no one can see us.” Her question was low and breathy in her need.
Giving her a luscious groan, he nodded. “No one.”
Forcing his mind off of her body as best as he was able, he continued his explanation. “They’ll do our laundry, if I decide to let you wear clothes at all over the next two weeks, which isn’t likely. And they’ll get you anything you want.” Giving her a lust-filled, longing gaze, he took her hand and led her to the largest deck off of the front of the house. “But anything you need, baby, I’ll take care of.” His voice turned the consistency of gravel, rough and reverent in his desire. A delicious shiver rocked through her as she nodded her understanding.
The villa was open on all sides. Being the only two people on this side of the island made doors and windows unnecessary for privacy. There was a magnificent ocean view from three sides of the villa.
Stepping from the exterior wooden deck, Rainer pulled her into a living room. It consisted of a high counter in the corner with two bar stools and a huge, wicker, heavily cushioned, double lounge that faced the beach. Heat casted candles were placed strategically throughout the room on all of the side tables. The roof was constructed of drift wood and thatching.
“Wow,” she whispered as she took it all in. They traversed the few steps that led to a kitchen only large enough to make a cup of coffee or a simple meal.
Emily’s mouth pulled into a sexy, sultry grin as she spied another deck. Chuckling, he followed her eyes as they took in the biggest Jacuzzi tub either of them had ever seen. Constructed out of cream-colored tiles, it was easily big enough for ten people.
This side of the house, though open to the views, was blocked by enormous palm trees. Candles, bubble baths, and massage oils were placed on the corners of the large tub. The room also held a low-slung wicker bench topped with thick white pillowing, plenty big enough for two people to lie on. Especially if I’m on top of her; Rainer thought savagely.
Huge plush white towels were rolled and strategically placed on wicker side tables situated throughout the room. Two large bamboo framed mirrors filled both of the only two walls the room offered.
The next deck was by far the most magnificent. A dining table set for two sat on the smooth wooden floor. A chilled bottle of champagne and two flutes awaited them. The deck was curved around a large infinity pool, shaped to look like it would spill off of the sides of the deck and right into the ocean, which was the majority of the fantastic view from this side of the house.
Candles were lit every few feet surrounding the pool and as the moon lit Emily’s alabaster skin the effect was stunning.
“Rainer, this is amazing.” She stared out at the lapping ocean as she laid her head on his shoulder. Another large wicker bench with a matching white mattress sized pillow was on the deck this one larger than the one beside the tub.
With a wry grin, he gazed at her longingly. He didn't think the ocean view had anything on her.
“It's nice.” He lifted her chin tenderly between his thumb and index finger until she was staring into his eyes. “But I'm looking at the most stunning thing I've ever seen in my entire life.”
Letting her eyes close, a small moan escaped her as he traced his hands around her face then glided his thumb over her lips just before guiding them to his own.
Starting slowly, he breathed whispered kisses on her mouth until her lips parted. He settled for another deep exploration, but he was desperate for so much more.
The kisses built in intensity until she pulled his tongue in her mouth and sucked it voraciously. She mimicked the moves she used when she took him in her mouth. It drove him wild from sheer anticipation.
He let his hands slide from her bare back to her chest tenderly drawing his index finger over the swells of her breasts. He slipped one hand under the lace bodice of the dress as she threw her head back in a panted moan. Her nipples pebbled tightly under the lace of her bra.
He reclaimed her mouth sucking her bottom lip and then sliding his teeth over it, nipping her, owning her.
She pulled away slightly, and he forced himself to wait. He wanted the anticipation to build slowly. He wanted to make love to her all night long, and he was determined to take his time to worship her gorgeous body.
He stared at her eager in his greed. She was his, and he planned on making certain she knew that, that she felt that, and that she was glad of it.
“Would you like some champagne, Mrs. Lawson?” He made another path with his index finger along the scalloped v neckline of her dress. Her breath caught deliciously.
Giving him a sultry grin, she nodded. Her eyes were darker still. They were heavy-lidded, and her lips were kiss swollen from his teeth. “I really, really like it when you call me that.”
Moving to the bottle casted to stay chilled on the silk draped table, he loosely wrapped the provided cloth over the neck and popped the cork. He set the bottle down waiting as the foam bubbled before pouring two glasses of the amber liquid.
Handing one to her, he grinned, “I really, really like that that's your name.”
She moved to the edge of the pool and hiked her dress upwards. A quick grunt of approval sounded from him as his heartbeat sped. She kicked off the heels she was wearing and sank her feet and calves in the cool water. The dress splayed out around her.
Turning her head back to him, she beckoned him as he stared unabashedly from the dip between her shoulder blades all the way down the perfect curvature of her back that led to her gorgeous backside still covered in lace. Not for much longer, he thought as fire burned from his groin searing through him as he walked to her quickly and kicked off his shoes.
He’d changed in the helicopter, but she’d wanted to remain in her dress.
“I want you to take it off of me.” She’d drawled in his ear heatedly when he’d returned from pulling on a Polo and shorts.
Seating himself beside her, he let his legs dangle in the water beside hers. The rippling water move her feet as she sipped the champagne. He was woefully unable to take his eyes off of her.
“Anxious for something, Mr. Lawson?”
Chuckling, he shook his head at her teasing. “You have no idea, baby.”
Trembling slightly, she gave him a half grin. Her eyes danced as fire burned from his. She turned and looked back out at the ocean. She was going to make him work for it, and he was more than up for the challenge.
Seeming to decide to tease him a little more, she sat the champagne flute beside her on the tile edge of the wooden deck. Raising her eyebrows in expectation, she leaned and outlined the strain protruding at his zipper line with her fingers.
A low groan echoed from him.
“You seem a little turned on, Mr. Lawson.” Her eyes were longing as she continued to taunt him, never actually making contact with his strain.
He grasped her hand and pressed it to his cloth covered throbbing cock. “I've been aching for you since you walked down that aisle, baby. You’re gonna take it all for me.”
Rushed breaths made her chest rise and fall rapidly. He released her hand still drawing it out.
With a wry chuckle, he shook his head. “No, wait, that's not true.” He smiled as he took another sip of the champagne.
She furrowed her brow. Deciding if she could tease, he could too, he winked at her, “I've been aching for you since Aida told me what kind of panties you’re wearing.” He watched her mouth fall open as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
“She didn't!”
“She did.” He confirmed as she covered her face with her hand.
“I can't believe she said that. I didn't think she even noticed.” Blood filled h
er cheeks only adding to Rainer’s overwhelming desire.
Still chuckling, he let his hand glide over her backside. An ocean breeze reached them. It ruffled her hair, and he caught the scent of her perfume and her own sexy musk. He clenched his jaw in effort not to lay her out immediately.
Slipping his right hand over the folds of lace gathered in her lap, he moved until he touched her exposed knee. The feeling of her silky skin set him on fire. He slid his hand under the bulk of lace to her covered thigh. Her eyes begged him with each delicious inch his hand gained as he slowly worked his way to where she was wettest.
Stopping just before he reached the very heart of her, he husked, “So, can I see them, Mrs. Lawson?” His question rang with mocked nonchalance. His voice was consumed with rough desire.
He watched the storm swirling in her eyes as she cocked her jaw to the side and shrugged, “Maybe.”
His eyes flashed with ardent desire. His blood ran thick with aching need. He leaned in and kissed just below her earlobe letting his hot breath caress over her exposed neckline. He spun his tongue an inch above her collarbone then sucked the thin skin before he demanded in a heated whisper, “I want to see them, Mrs. Lawson. Right now, baby. I’m losing my patience. Don’t make me wait.”
She trembled. Her eyes flashed as her breath came in frantic pants, hot from his demands. A hungry moan escaped her.
Attempting to regain her slipping control, she let her eyes close as he began to ply her inner thighs thick and fevered with wet heat. She squirmed in anticipation.
“You wet for me, baby?”
She panted and willed his hand higher. Her mouth hung open momentarily as she gave him a heavy nod. “Someone will have to help me out of this dress.” Her hot breath teased his lips in challenge.
He closed his eyes forcing himself to be patient as he fought tearing the dress off and exposing all of her to him.
Clenching his jaw, he stood and reached for her hand. She scooted back out of the water and stood.
He kissed her again, devouring her mouth, running his hands over her in scorching, grazing caresses.
“I'll take care of the dress.” He assured her as passion coursed through him making him pulse and ache, a sensation he pulled her close enough to let her feel through the tight lace covering her body. He listened as she moaned in sweet anticipation. “Then I'll take care of you.”
She nodded heavily as he led her to the center of the villa. “Can’t have my baby hot and wet, aching, and needing me to make everything feel better.”
A frantic groan echoed from her. Her entire body trembled and writhed against his.
A gargantuan bed was situated in the very center of all of the rooms. No walls blocked it from any other part of the house, so they could hear the ocean's steady, distant, lapping waves and feel the breeze it provided.
The bed was a high, substantial, four-poster with net hangings surrounding it, and curtains that could be drawn to block it from view. Rainer had no desire to draw them, and had no intention of doing anything that would take time away from getting his hands on her bare skin.
Still hungry, she lapped her tongue over his lips. With a covetous groan, he ravaged her mouth.
Lifting his shirt over his head, her hands grazed over his chest, grasped his pecs, and then she spun her thumbs up over his nipples. She dropped her head and swirled her tongue over the sensitive skin making him pant.
Forcing himself to concentrate, to make this night all she deserved for it to be, he guided her head back up. He traced his fingers over her kiss-swollen lips then slid his hands down her delicate neck. He felt the contraction of her swallow as she lifted her head in invitation. With gentle grasps, he tempted her to give him full control. Using gentle persuasion he spun his tongue in the hollow of her throat.
Leaning in, he slipped his right hand back and pulled several pins from her hair, releasing the long, thick, auburn waves as he sucked and licked the succulent skin of her neck.
He watched her hair cascade down over her chest. His eyes lit with greed.
“You are so damn beautiful.” His eyes traveled from her lips, red and swollen, down her neck stained with evidence of his nips and hungry kisses, to the dress that covered too damn much.
She stared at him in expectation. Her breath was thick with need.
Brushing the hair he'd just released from her neck, he kissed the skin he'd revealed working his way up until he grazed his teeth over the tender patch of skin where her neck and shoulder met. She gasped deliciously.
Working his way around her neck, he moved until he was behind her. She leaned her head down, and he gathered her hair in his hands, sweeping it to the side, revealing the tender skin at her nape.
Kissing, licking, and occasionally letting his teeth tempt her resolve, she trembled as he worked his way down to the dip between her shoulder blades. Tracing his hands down the trail his lips had just forged, he tediously unfastened the pearl buttons on the top of the dress.
His mouth trailed over every tiny space of her spine that he revealed as he made it through the top three buttons. The bodice fell away from her as his lips mapped their way down the curvature of her spine.
She arched her back deeply. Her body tensed. She began to roll under his touch.
Continuing to light her on fire as he edged his way down her back slowly, he dropped to his knees as he reached the low waistline of the dress where five pearl buttons stood between her and him, the only things blocking his way.
With a thundered groan, he worked the buttons loose, revealing the top of her backside.
Standing, he slipped his hands in the opened dress massaging what he'd just revealed. Cupping her ass, grabbing what he wanted, as he spun her back around still massaging her greedily.
Finally freeing her, he glided his fingertips up her arms until he reached her shoulders. He slid the gathered straps of the gown down her arms letting it fall in a lacey pile at her feet.
A voracious growl thundered from his chest as he grabbed her and pressed her body to his. He melded them together fevered flesh on flesh.
Reaching back as he languished her mouth with his lips until she gasped for breath, he popped the clasp of the white lace bra. Freeing them from their trappings, he lifted and massaged her ample breasts hungrily. They swelled in his hands. Her nipples drew into tight, puckered mounds that strained for his touch.
She threw her head back with a loud moan and hoisted them in his face as he panted.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me every single thing you've ever wanted me to do. Every fantasy. It's just you and me. No one else will ever know, but I want every part of you to belong to me. I want to make them all come true.” He demanded in a husky whisper as he licked and kissed his way over her collarbone. An excited moan covered the slight hesitation swirling rapidly in her hungry eyes.
Timid, fearful, hope flooded her energy. Finally giving in under his persuasion of urgent pleading kisses, she threw her head back again letting her eyes close as she whispered, “Suck me hard. Bite me. Please, I want it.”
With another thunderous growl, he worked slowly. He kissed tedious circular patterns around her breasts, lifting their heft, kneading them as he pulled her right breast in his mouth sucking and tugging, bathing her with the heat of his mouth as she cried out for him.
“Oh God, harder!” She begged.
He almost lost control as he took more of her in his mouth. He grasped the other in his hand kneading it with fervor. Her breaths stuttered deliciously. He spun his tongue over her swollen nipple feeling her energy pour into his mouth. She hissed his name. She was close. He could tell, and thinking this would be a hell of a way to start the evening, he kept up the motion pulling and tugging her forcefully matching his sucks and licks to the rhythm he kept when he took her. She cried out in a long evulsive moan.
“Oh God, please, please don't stop.” She lost all sense of restraint. It drove him wild.
She pitched forward as he caught her
nipple in his mouth between his teeth and pinched the one in his hand. He forced her surrender. The slight climax stole her breath. Her eyes flashed unrestrainedly as she clung to him. Her body shuddered as it rocked through her.
She buried her face in his neck as he held her tenderly. Her breath came in stuttered pants. Her energy unfurled all around them. He'd certainly never brought her like that before, and she seemed embarrassed that she'd begged for it.
“Shh.” He caressed his hands lightly over her body. “I've got you, sweetheart. I'm right here, and when you ask me for it, Em, I swear nothing turns me on like that. Please, baby, please tell me what you want. You're my wife, and I want to show you how much I love you.”
Her body seemed lost between desperate desire and fearful hesitation. Holding her close, he kissed her sweetly, then kissed down her neck and over her breasts again. He edged her closer towards desire, which was his only goal.
His mouth travelled down her stomach. He traced his hands over his Phoenix crest inked on her hipbone. As he grabbed and massaged her backside, he dropped to his knees.
Her hands hung by her side. She seemed to surrender her body to his will. Rainer took her right hand in both of his. She stared down at him. Her eyes were dark and needy as he let his breath caress over her inner wrist and then he brushed kisses across it feeling her pulse race through the thin skin.
Inhaling the scent of her mixed with the perfume she'd applied there, he moaned with desire. Releasing her wrist he kissed her outer thigh and worked up her hip until he reached the bow on the panties that Aida had informed him of. With a slight chuckle he husked, “You know, Aida told me if I wanted to take them off I just had to untie the bows.”
Giving him a sultry smirk, she nodded. “So, do you want to take them off?”
“Oh, hell yeah, baby.” He caught the ribbon in his mouth, tugged, and watched one side of the panties fall away from her. “I want to taste that sweet cum you just gave up for me.”