by Mia London
Cat unbuttoned his shirt with tentative movements, slowly becoming more sure, and she didn’t stop there. With a quick glance up at him, she started on his belt. His button and zipper were next. She pushed his pants off his hips.
He toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks and shirt, leaving everything in a pile on the floor.
Her hands skated over his chest, stomach, and down to his cock.
He loved her touching him, but he was too close to blowing his wad—he had to stop her. He leaned down to claim one of her hard pink nubs, drawing it into his mouth.
She mewled.
He drew in the other nipple, loving how responsive her nipples were. He’d remember that.
With an arm around her waist, he backed up to the bed, slowly lowered her, and slid her to the center of the mattress—his mouth on hers one last time before he headed for his destination.
His kisses traveled from her succulent breasts to her smooth stomach to the little piece of fabric called panties. “These are pretty,” he murmured over her mound, laying a kiss directly on top.
“Unh. I just bought them.”
He peered up at her.
Her lips curled at the corners. “For you.”
That pleased him. He smiled and glanced down again. Now to try and push just a bit more.
He hooked two fingers under the white confection, and as she raised her hips, he drew the panties down her legs, careful to leave on her high heels. Then taking her right leg, bending it, he placed her foot on the bed out to the side.
Her eyes went wide, and she swallowed.
He proceeded to the left leg, repeating the process.
She lay before him, legs bent and open, naked save for her shoes. A pale brown strip of hair led him exactly where he wanted to feast.
He rubbed a hand over his aching, hard-as-steel dick. “Fuck, Cat. You look so delectable.” He knelt on the bed between her legs, leaning down to kiss her.
She clasped the back of his neck, kissing him with equal vigor.
Damn! How he wanted to fuck her.
He whispered over her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you. When I’m done I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I want to feel you around me when I come. I have a condom.”
She didn’t hesitate and nodded. Her beautiful eyes were a deep emerald color.
He rose, whipped off his underwear, and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. One last glance, he saw her sweet cream spilling from her pussy. Kneeling down, he took her pussy like a man who hadn’t eaten in a decade.
“Unh,” she cried out.
Ah fuck, his girl was ready to come again.
He licked up her center, over and around her clit, toying with the tiny bud, then poked into her channel.
“Nicholas.”
He ate her while her hips gently rocked beneath him. He amped up his pressure and speed, and less than a minute later, she was coming.
“Ah, Nicholas. Ah.”
Oh, yes, baby.
She squirmed some more, and when he knew she was done, he sheathed his aching dick with a condom.
“Please, Nicholas.” Her outstretched arms reached for him.
“You got it, baby.” He knelt on the bed, one arm lifting her waist, and dove into her slick, hot pussy.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she bowed off the bed and moaned.
He didn’t know how long he would last, but he could probably be ready for round two in a few minutes. His thrusts were deep and long, and he could see her clamped lips preventing her from screaming out. He wanted to hear her, but maybe next time. He rammed once more before blasting through the walls he’d fortified for the last thirty minutes.
He growled and collapsed over her warm body, panting into her shoulder. Once their breathing returned, he walked to the bathroom and pitched the condom.
He returned to find Cat exactly as he’d left her. That made him smile. There was so much he knew he could show her, so much he could bring out of her. Not to be egotistical about it. No, this was about pure joy and mutual satisfaction.
Clasping one ankle at a time, he removed her sexy heels, then yanked a sheet over them as he lay beside her.
She turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink, smiling.
“Cat, I understand if you want to go back to your room, but I would love to have you stay. Stay the whole night. If it’s all right with you, I want to do that again.”
Her smile widened. “I would like to do that again, but later I should go back to my room.”
“Okay, I can walk you whenever you’re ready. I’m going to get our drinks.”
He walked outside, naked—but who the fuck really cared?—and carried back in their glasses. “Tomorrow, we have parasailing at ten a.m.”
She sat up, drinking nearly half of what remained.
He chuckled. “You nervous?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t be, it’ll be great.” He tried reassuring her with a pat on her thigh. If she could trust him enough to let go, his safe, cautious Cat was in for a treat—tomorrow and the rest of her stay here. She could take a chance on some fun and forget about the asshole who’d cheated on her. Well, forget about him if Nic had any say on the matter.
She and Nicholas were next to go up in the parasail. Her heart slammed into her ribs.
“What scares you?” He looked at her with amused concern in his eyes.
“It’s like I’m a kite. Any kite I ever had just did a nosedive.”
He smiled. “Well, that’s not gonna happen here. Balloons and parasails act differently than kites.”
She tried thinking of a good excuse to bail. Really she’d been thinking about an excuse since he’d brought up the idea the prior day. She didn’t want to chicken out, but this activity didn’t seem very safe. Her palms grew sweaty.
“Don’t overthink it,” he leaned in, whispering in her ear. “It’ll be great.”
A crew member in a bright yellow shirt clicked the last buckle on her life jacket, then he instructed them to sit at the back of the boat. More buckling happened.
Nicholas squeezed her hand. “I’ll be great, babe.”
They were given some final instructions, but all Cat could do was try and breathe as she gripped the straps holding her to the canopy.
“Ready?” the guy asked, and Nicholas nodded.
It all happened so fast. The air simply pulled them off the back of the boat as they lifted higher into the sky, the boat racing forward in the water.
“Ah!” she cried out, watching the distance grow between her and the boat, feeling nothing beneath her.
They climbed higher and faster.
“Ohmigosh! I am really high. We’re really high. Our boat is so tiny.”
Nicholas grinned at her.
“Okay. I’m okay. We’re just gonna float along… above the earth.” She inhaled, and glanced at him. “How are you so calm?”
“This is exciting, isn’t it? Look out at the horizon.”
As they climbed higher and finally stopped, Cat scanned everything below. Every boat seemed so small, the vastness of the blue ocean stretched below them. She could see buildings, but cars and people were much harder.
After her heartrate slowed, she could appreciate the view. The wondrous earth that lay before their eyes. Moments like this showed her just how small she was, a tiny drop in a massive bucket.
“Cool, isn’t it?”
She nodded, unable to find the energy to make her mouth move. It was empowering and humbling at the same time being this high above the ground. If she felt so small, why weren’t her problems so small too? Wishful thinking.
“This is cool.” She cracked a smile for the first time all day.
Several minutes passed and she felt the tug on the line as they were pulled in.
“We have to hold on to the passenger bar now,” Nicholas said as his hands reached overhead.
She followed suit, and breathed through the action of being reeled in closer to the boat.
They
landed—because that was really the only word to describe it—back on the boat. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.
After the life jackets were off, she looked up at Nicholas and swung her arms around his neck. “I did it. I can’t believe I did it. That was so exciting. The most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”
He chuckled in her hair, holding her close.
She loved the feel of his arms wrapped around her. She pecked his cheek.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he whispered.
She grinned the whole rest of the boat ride.
They had nothing else planned for the remainder of the day. They could just lounge around, nap, make love, whatever they wanted. And that sounded just perfect to Cat. She had no problem spending her free time with Nicholas.
After they docked, she mustered the strength to invite Nicholas back to her room, and then asked him if he wanted to shower with her. Somehow her newfound gumption was growing and taking her places.
They lounged by the pool after lunch, then made love again before dinner.
Cat almost felt like Nicholas just couldn’t get enough of her. She’d never dated a man who was like that. Not that they were dating. But the day was simply wonderful. She had one week left and the way things were going, those days would be spectacular.
Nic sat across from Cat, watching her laugh as the juice from a cherry tomato dribbled down her chin.
She dabbed with a napkin. “So how many times have you been parasailing?”
He still felt so full of pride that Cat was able to trust him enough to go on their excursion. “Only about three or four times.”
She nodded. “Do you do other things like that?”
She was too adorable in her innocence, considering parasailing adventurous. What would she think if she knew just how adventurous he was?
He set down his fork. “Yes. You might call me a risk-taker. I’ve gone hang gliding, swam with sharks, bungee jumped, and parachuted out of an airplane.”
Her mouth hung open. “Holy cow.”
He grinned and took a bite of his salad.
“Have you always been this way?”
He didn’t often talk about Dillon, but just as she could step out of her comfort zone, so could he. “A few years ago, I lost my best friend in a freak accident.”
“Ohmigosh. I’m so sorry.”
Nic inhaled. “He worked for a manufacturing company. He went to the plant early one morning for an inspection when a propylene tank exploded. Thankfully no one else had arrived yet. Dillon always lived life to the fullest.” A small smile spread across his lips. “Making the most of every day.” It was almost like he knew his life would be cut short. “And that’s what I learned from him.”
“Wow. What a story.” She reached across the table to squeeze his hand.
He could read sincerity in her eyes, and he loved how she cared. Then a glint sparked. “So, you’re pretty much a daredevil.”
“That works. I’m a bit competitive too.” He undoubtedly had Lisa and Samuel to thank for that. “I like to think that life’s too short to have regrets.”
She nodded and looped a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
The waitress arrived with their entrees.
Perfect time to change the subject. “So, besides drawing, what were you planning on doing this vacation? Did you book any excursions?”
The corners of her lips rose. “I didn’t plan too much. I’ll go paddle boarding and snorkeling this week.”
He sipped from his wine glass.
“What? That sounds really ‘safe’ to you, doesn’t it?”
Now it was his turn to reach for her hand. “It does. But Cat, I’m really proud of you for taking a chance and parasailing with me today. And you should be proud of yourself.”
She pushed her shoulders back. “I am. I’m surprised how much I liked it.”
He couldn’t stop the smile at her own delight.
They chatted nonstop over dinner. He simply couldn’t believe how much of his free time he was spending with her. Not that he regretted it. They’d formed an easy friendship—friends with benefits.
After dinner, he walked her back to her room and didn’t leave for two hours.
She wore a sexy, matching pink bra and panties under her dress that night, saying they were a bridesmaid’s present.
He had only one reply. “Those bra and panties look amazing on you. I wonder how they’ll look on the floor.”
She giggled as he unclasped her bra and ravaged her body.
Cat was good and caring and innocent in many ways. The ideas were already swirling around in his head of all the wonderful things he could show her. Take it easy, he reminded himself.
Cat toweled off the last of the water drops from her shower and squeezed the excess from her hair. She stared at her reflection as she combed her locks smooth, reminiscing about the fabulous weekend she’d had. What a difference a few days could make. She didn’t know where this fling with Nicholas was going; likely not very far. But she’d learn to live with that. She had a fresh perspective on life and love, and frankly lust.
It might have been rough the prior week, but Jack had done her a huge favor by cheating. It was a blessing that she’d found Jack, that he hadn’t replied to her texts that fateful night. She’d almost married the wrong man because no way in hell would he not cheat on her when they were married.
She would be eternally thankful to Nicholas for showing her another side of life.
As she swept some coconut-scented lotion over her legs a knock sounded at the door.
She glanced at her phone. Nearly nine o’clock.
Looking through the peephole, she saw Nicholas freshly shaven and wearing a pale green logoed shirt and khaki pants.
Her heart skipped a beat. She tightened the sash on her robe and pulled open the door. “Hi, stranger.”
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said with a wide smile.
She stepped back to let him in. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight.”
He snaked an arm around her waist and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “I know. I’m sorry but I need to cancel dinner tonight. One of my appointments got moved from this morning, so I thought I’d take you to breakfast instead.”
“Wow, okay. Let me get some clothes on.”
His gaze traveled the length of her. “Are you very hungry right now?”
Oh my. She licked her lips. Clearing her throat, she replied, “No.”
His hands stroked up her arms over her soft cotton robe, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin. He lowered his head to her lips, testing. She opened for him, savoring the feel of his minty tongue sliding against hers.
He pulled her flush to his body, his heat radiating across her entire front. His fingertips grazed up her neck, and his head tipped to deepen the kiss.
Clasping his upper arms, she pressed her body against his, loving the feel of his erection digging into her. Her breasts grew heavy, aching for his touch.
He stepped back, and slowly drew his fingers down the V of her robe, waiting for her to object.
She wouldn’t. The tension in her sex built and wetness accumulated. His confidence sparked a new awareness in her, and her body responded to his touch like he was put on this earth to please her.
He slipped out the knot of her sash, peeled the fabric apart, and it cascaded to the floor.
“Holy fuck, Cat.”
Her nipples pinched into hard nubs under his stare.
His hands cupped the sides of her breasts, his thumb toying with her nipples, before he lowered to take one into his mouth. He laved and sucked on them like they were candy.
“Unh.” Her head fell back as she relished his attention.
He rose, his eyes a deep ocean-blue. “I want to taste you, Cat. Let’s try something new.”
She was hesitant, but more anxious to learn what he had in mind. “Okay.”
He pulled off his shirt and draped it over the dresser.
Like a m
agnet, her hands flew to his muscular chest—solid, warm, and all male.
He lifted her hands off and kissed the palms. “Come this way.”
He led her a few steps to the end of the bed, facing it. His hands stroked her hips and thighs, then up her torso to her breasts. He placed kisses on her neck, biting gently.
She moaned, and her head lolled back against his shoulder.
“Your body is made to be worshipped. I want to do that now. Okay?”
She knew by the way he asked he was coaxing her to try something new. Nicholas had a way of doing that. As much as her nerves rattled, she loved how he stretched her comfort zone, making her take new risks. Risks that always seemed to be more pleasurable than she could have imagined.
She exhaled. “Okay.”
“Get on the bed on all fours.”
She crawled unhurriedly and heard the rustling of clothes. She glanced back to see him stripping off the rest of his clothes. His naked form was glorious.
He knelt behind her, stroking and kissing her back. His hands swept to her front and played with her hard nipples. His warm breath sent tingles down her spine.
A trickle of wetness slid along the inside of her thigh. She was desperate to have him fill her.
He caressed her front, moving to her hips and thighs. “I’m going to make you come, baby. Get low, lay your head on the mattress.”
She hesitated a brief second, but did as he bid, hyperaware that her backside was open to him. She felt embarrassed and emboldened at once.
“Relax,” he cooed. “You look so beautiful right now, I could come just from the sight of you and breathing in your scent.”
His finger smoothed over her lower lips.
“Baby, I can see your cream. You want me inside, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes,” she breathed.
“Soon.” With his hands on her thighs, he lowered himself and slid his tongue through her slit.
“Oh.” Her face grew warmer, and her heart raced. She ached for relief.
He did it again. “You taste amazing. Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
She moved her knees on the bed, going as wide as she comfortably could.
“That’s perfect.” His tongue caressed her sex again, poking into her core, lapping at her, and circling her swollen clit. His hot hands continued massaging the back of her thighs, moving to her ass cheeks.