“Mmmm, don’t remind me,” I whisper, pulling away to lick a line across his bottom lip. “Now, make love to me.”
I breathe the last part into his ear. Under my roaming hand, I feel his heart pounding rapidly. His hands rise from my waist to cup my chin and turn my face up to his.
“If you insist,” he answers.
He picks me up and carries me over to his bed. Yes, this is the kind of escape I was hoping for. It doesn’t matter that it’s still daytime. That’s what makes it feel like a vacation. He places me on the bed, and I pull him on top of me. He parts my lips and takes my mouth. I feel the world has ended and this moment can stretch out forever. Having his lips on mine, his body pressed to mine, I feel connected to his soul.
He tastes my mouth with his tongue, and lets me do the same to him. All I want is for it to last. I don’t even feel like pulling away to come up for air, it’s that amazing. I run my tongue across his teeth, and along his tongue. He tastes like mint mixed with pleasure. I take a moment to gather and file away the taste, and all the sensations coursing through me. I don’t want to forget this precise second with Jonathan.
He tilts his head down and begins to nibble the side of my neck and collarbone. His teeth grazes my skin and my stomach clenches. I love the feel of this man’s mouth on me. He moves further down, and cups my breast as he blows a hot breath on my nipple through my shirt. He unbuttons my shirt and I lift myself enough for him to peel it off. His hands move up to hold on to my shoulders as he kisses the flesh at the tops of my breasts.
I lower my head to rest my chin on the top of his head. I raise my hands, running my palms and fingers through his hair. I nuzzle into it, relishing the feeling of it against my skin. I’m craving him. I want him inside me, and my hips begin to rock slowly, gleaning the contact with his leg. One of his hands shifts lower and slides under my back. He moves back up to my throat, nipping the delicate skin, then kissing the spot after each tender bite. I’m so wet now.
I wrap my legs around his hips. I want him inside me so bad, and there’s too much clothes between us. I rub my clit against his hardness and he groans this deep, guttural sound that ratchets up my desire some more.
“I want you so bad, Jonathan,” I moan into his ear. I feel the vibration of the moan he lets out on my neck, and I’m so ready, I reach down and begin pulling on his belt buckle. He lifts himself enough to give my hands some space to maneuver. I undo his belt and zipper, and tug his pants and boxers down to release his manhood. It’s so hard, it’s throbbing in my hand. I move the bundle of clothes as far down his legs as I can push them, ready to grind against his heat and hardness. He pops back on his knees and turns me over. Fumbling with the waistband of my skirt, he undoes the snaps. He lowers his head to the small of my back, and delivers soft kisses on my lower back as he slowly pulls the zipper down to where it ends at my ass. He lifts my hips slightly to pull off the skirt. I’m in my bra and panties now, and he’s still in his shirt. All I want is his skin on mine, and his cock buried deep inside me.
He flips me again so I’m on my back again. I’m soaking wet and my clit is throbbing. I can’t wait anymore. Reaching my hand back, I unclasp my bra, aware of his darkened eyed fixed on me as I wiggle out of my panties. I sit up to feverishly undo the buttons of his shirt. He cups my chin and tilts up my head to look at him. We pause. I get lost in his eyes. Time stops. We stay there, tucked away, enjoying a small slice of perfection.
His hands start to wander again, and dip to the top swells of my breasts. Immediately, my nipples peak again. His lips follow, kissing down my neck and shoulders, and further still. He flicks each nipple with his tongue. It sends a shiver through my body, and I arch my neck and press my chest into his face.
I reach a hand down to wrap my fingers around his thick, hard shaft. I stroke his cock up and down, begging the stars to let him put it inside me before I come just from his touch. Finally, he pulls away and takes off the half-unbuttoned shirt. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. Straddling him, I get in position above his manhood. I press my hands on his biceps and lower myself slowly, feeling his hardness as I inch myself down his shaft. He grasps my hips, pulling me the rest of the way down. My eyes snap shut and I hear myself moan. His cock feels so good.
“God, Rebecca. You’re so wet…so fucking tight.”
I start to rock my hips and he matches my pace, pulling me down hard with every thrust that hits deep in my core. I’m grinding down on him now. The sensation heightens my pleasure and I get so close to the edge I can scream. He plunges deeper now, harder. I can go for hours like this. He moves a hand up to massage my breasts while the other grips tightly around to my ass cheek. He spreads my pussy lips with that grasp, and the touch sets off my climax.
I see sparks behind my closed eyes as I grind hard on his cock, shaking through my ecstasy. I hear him growl so deeply and feel his grip tighten even more. I know he’s coming too. Our bodies shake as we hit the heights, and he fills me with his hot release. I keep rocking slowly on his cock, extending the sensation for us both until he pulls me down to rest on his chest. We’re both panting, struggling for air to breathe as our sated bodies relax.
“God, woman,” he whispers in my ear. “I think I’m addicted to you.”
I smile and wrap my arms under his neck.
“I don’t think we’re leaving this bed for the weekend, Rebecca.”
“Promise?” I whisper back, feeling my arousal begin to build again.
Chapter 45
Jonathan
I do my best to hold to my promise of keeping Rebecca in bed for most of the weekend, except for the long walk we had last night, and when I made her dinner, and now, as we’re standing in the shower. I was not kidding when I told her I was addicted to her. I am. I crave the woman. I’m thinking about her all the time now, and I can’t wait to get close to her when we’re apart.
I look at her as the hot water cascades down her face and chest. She takes the bottle of shampoo, pours some in her hand, and leans away from the spray. She bundles her hair at the top of her head and massages in the shampoo. I could watch her all day. Everything she does looks sexy. The soap suds run down her body and send a yearning through me again. She puts some conditioner into her hair and repeats the massage.
I wrap my hands around her waist, and turn her to face me. I flick my gaze down. She follows my glance and stops at my cock. It’s erect and needs her touch.
She smiles, her lips rising at the ends as her tiny hand wrap around the base and begins to stroke it. Soon I catch her off guard. I kneel and let the soap run off her before pressing my lips to her mound. I look up at her. It’s a view worth remembering—water hitting her breasts and rolling down her stomach as I begin to tease her swollen clit.
She looks down at me with those eyes that own me as much as I’ve claimed this woman for myself. I look up at her with all the need that I know is in my eyes. She runs a hand through my hair, over my ear, and it comes to rest on the back of my neck as she begins to rock her hips. I part her legs some more, and lift one over my shoulder. I let my tongue roam along her slit, and flick her clit every time it passes over. I lap at the water dripping from her raised thigh, and nip on the spot just before I bury my tongue inside her.
“Please,” she begs. She’s grinding on my face now, and I hold her steady, sucking her clit, then plunging my tongue into her hot center.
“Oh God, Jonathan,” she moans.
She starts to tilt her hips more, enjoying what my tongue is doing to her. I groan and get caught up in the moment of abandon, sliding a hand to her ass to help her along. I hold on to her firmly as her legs buckle and shake through her climax. I don’t let up, and she reaches an arm to hold on to the shower bar, still riding my face through another wave of her orgasm.
I would continue but she stops me, pulling me to stand. She pops up on her tiptoes, and grasps around my cock when she whispers, “I want this inside me, baby.”
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ng her up, I pull her legs around my waist. She leans her head down and kisses me hard on the lips, and it’s all it takes. I can’t resist her any longer. I don’t want to deny her either.
I squeeze my hand in between our bodies and grip the base of my cock to position it under her. She pulls from the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck to hold on. In one firm thrust, I bury my cock deep inside her. She lets out a short, high pitched moan. My swollen cock needs her badly. I jerk my hips up and down, plunging into her warm wet channel over and over as we find our rhythm. My fingers press into her ass cheeks as my shaft sinks deeper inside. She whimpers and gasps every time the head of my cock crashes inside her, and her channel tightens, clamping around my shaft and pleasuring me that much more.
“I’m coming,” she screams, and I hold on to her back to pull her down harder on me. Her walls tighten and undulate as her orgasm rips through her shaking body, sending me to my peak. It hits me so hard I explode into her, and have to hold on tight to the shower walls to keep us both from falling. I keep the other arm around her weakened body, and let the warm water and our emotion pour over us.
After a few minutes, I withdraw. I hold her tight to help her get her feet back on the tub.
“Let’s get back to bed,” she tells me, steps out of the shower, pulling a towel off the rack and throwing one to me.
I start to think I want Rebecca with me all the time. I imagine a day when I tell her I love her and want her to move in with me. In that fantasy, she agrees.
Chapter 46
Rebecca
It’s the last afternoon of our mini-vacation. Jonathan tells me we’re going out on his father’s yacht today. I’ve only been out on a yacht once—I was on vacation in Tampa Bay with my parents over six years ago. I’m pretty excited to be out. He tells me it’s a must do, and we have to squeeze it in as the weather is beautiful, sunny and warm.
We drive to the dock, and his crew is already on the yacht he points out to me. We get on board, and after we settle in, they raise anchor and untether the ropes from the dock. Soon, we’re out on the open water, with the shore to our left, the breeze blowing through my hair, the sun at my back, and Jonathan beside me. The moment takes my breath away. It couldn’t be more perfect.
When we finally stop, Jonathan tells me we’re at Gardiners Island. I mention I had thought it was a private island, to which he replies, “It is. I’m a friend of Alex’s nephew.” By Alex, I know he’s talking about Alexandra Gardiner-Goelet, the sole heir and owner of the Gardiner estate. She was Barnaby’s client for years. The one and only time I had met her, she told me I was pretty enough to marry into wealth, but I had chosen the wrong career path. The woman was seriously old school. I never understood her values, but then again, I’m not twelfth-generation old money.
Jonathan tells me we’re going snorkeling.
“Isn’t the Atlantic going to be a little cold for that?” I ask.
“We won’t be in the Atlantic. We’re going to Great Pond. It’s a freshwater pond at the south of the island. It gets nice and warm, don’t worry.”
Once we’re close to the site, I can’t help but worry about the cold water again—one of his crew suggests we get our wetsuits on. We gear up with fins and masks. We enter a somewhat narrow channel to get to Great Pond and I’m awestruck. We pass coastal cliffs and lush, thick vegetation on shore. It looks nothing like New York. Eventually, the yacht stops and drops anchor. I’m a little nervous when they throw fish food into the water.
“Are you sure there aren’t any sharks out there?” I ask.
One of the crewmen laughs. “No, miss. This will only attract little fish.”
“I figured that, but don’t the big fish eat the little fish?”
Jonathan laughs at that, and turns to me. “It’s perfectly safe. You’re a lawyer, remember? You’re the top shark and they’ll know to stay far away.”
I’m not impressed. “Funny.”
“Come on. Let’s get in there,” he says, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “I’ll protect you.”
We sit on the side and jump in. It’s incredible. There are little fish everywhere. They’re all around us as we swim. The sands are sparkling about twenty or so feet below us. Jonathan is right beside me the entire time. He points at different species of fish underwater, and pops above water to tell me what they are.
I go back under and rotate to see all the fish around me. There are so many more fish, and more are joining the school as they begin to circle around us. Jonathan comes down, and they barely change formation. They expand out and circle wider around us, about ten feet away in all directions. It’s breathtaking.
I pop up slowly for air and come down again, hoping I can hold my breath for longer. Their numbers keep increasing as they swim around us. It’s hundreds of them. I look over at Jonathan and he smiles—he’s in awe too. It’s like time stands still as they circle us, from the water’s surface all the way down to the ocean floor. The feeling is indescribable.
None of them have touched us, but we feel them as they create an underwater current of their own. After a few minutes, they slowly thin out and leave. They’re gone almost as quickly as they came, but I feel touched by the experience. We come up for air. Jonathan and I use our fins to stay afloat. He comes close to me and holds me. We don’t talk. I press my body into him as we float. I think we’re both speechless from the incredible experience. It’s exhilarating. I can barely believe the number of fish we saw.
We explore the area for about an hour before we get back on the boat. They raise anchor and we’re off again, but we’re not yet heading back where we came from. One of the crew passes me a few towels and I turn for Jonathan to help me with the zipper of the wetsuit. He kisses my neck and I let out a soft moan. I’m instantly turned on. It’s too bad we’re on the yacht with all this crew around.
“Where are we off to now?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” Jonathan says. “It’s a surprise. You’ll love it.”
Taking my hand, he walks me over to sit on a bench in the shade. I could get used to this. He put his hand around my waist, and I lean my head on his shoulder.
Chapter 47
Rebecca
When I look up again, we’re approaching a tiny dock.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“One of the inland beaches very few people get to see. You can only get to it by boat.”
“Are we going swimming?”
“No,” he answers. Before he explains, I see one of the crew bringing up a large picnic basket and a drink cooler.
“Ahhh. Food.”
“Yes. It’ll be just you and me. Come on.”
We get to the dock and step out to find a private spot. There are a few clusters of oak and maple trees, a sandy beach, and the two of us. I’m starving, but in my head, I’m swooning. There’s nothing more romantic than a picnic somewhere remote. We’re just a couple hours outside Manhattan, and it feels like we’ve hit the pause button of day to day life to actually have a chance to breathe.
“This is as great of a spot as any,” he says, pointing to a smooth stretch of beach under two beach plum trees. He pulls out a blanket from the top of the bag and lays it out. He then finds a checkered tablecloth, spreads it out beside it, and puts the basket and cooler in the middle.
He sits, stretching out his arms for me to sit beside him.
“This is divine,” I tell him as I sit.
I look around and soak in the surroundings. I almost don’t need to eat, it’s so perfect. He unpacks the food. There are sandwiches, fruit, a cheese tray, desserts, and wine which he pours into two glasses. Without delay, we eat and drink until we’re stuffed.
“Let’s relax a bit,” he says afterward, stretching out on his back.
He pulls me down gently at my shoulder to relax on his chest. I turn to kiss his cheek, and nuzzle my face in his neck, closing my eyes to enjoy the sounds of the small waves lapping on the shore, and the wind rustling through the trees. It’s comple
te abandon. We relax, and soon I hear his breathing change. He’s fallen asleep, and I drift off shortly after.
I wake up to the sound of the yacht motor revving. The crew is lively on the boat again. Jonathan stirs beside me. I kiss his neck. He moans and pulls me closer.
“Let’s not go back,” he whispers in my ear.
“Gosh, I’m so with you,” I answer. “You stole the words right out of my mouth.”
He turns to me. “When this chaos is done in New York, maybe we can steal off to the Bahamas, or somewhere just as exotic. Or we can come back here. We both work so hard. A getaway like this should be mandatory.”
“Agreed. I’d love to.”
“Just think. Tomorrow this time we’ll be sitting in our respective offices, or in uptight boardrooms, surrounded by stiff and equally uptight people.”
“That’s too bad, isn’t it?”
“It is. They’ll probably look at us like we’re complete slackers. We’ll be so distracted.”
“I can see it now. Kara will probably tell me to snap out of it and focus on the firm’s priorities.”
“Don’t let Kara fool you. In the office she’s all business, but that woman knows how to let loose.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve seen her around the city, and she’s been down at the Bahamas villa. Mandy does an annual weekend party for Labor Day. You’ll see for yourself.”
“Are you inviting me down?”
“Yes. Of course. If Mandy organizes it again, that is. Even if she doesn’t, we can come back whenever the place is free.” He looks out to the yacht. “Well, it’s getting dark. The crew sounds like they’re ready to take us back.”
“I’ll help you pack up.”
“Yes, you’d better,” he says, kissing my lips. “I can make love to you right here.”
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