I do as he says, feeling both nervous and excited.
He continues. “I’m not sure anything needs to be said after what we shared, Charlotte. I think our souls have made it pretty clear. They want to be together and they will, whether we try to fight it or not. Besides, we’ll have plenty of time on the island to talk.” He stands, taking my hand so that I stand with him. Reaching around my waist, he pulls me to him tightly and playfully kisses and bites at my neck. “Come on, my little faerie princess. Let’s go get some lunch before I change my mind and tie you to the bed for the next two hours.”
Chills race across my body, and once again, the promise in his words leaves me breathless.
Twenty
Ian
Me: It’s been two hours. I’m getting impatient.
* * *
Charlotte: Getting impatient? That would imply that you were previously patient. I don’t know if that’s a word I would use to describe you.
She’s getting cheeky, and I love it. It reminds me of the first time we met and she drove me mad with her sassy attitude.
Me: If I weren’t patient, we would be entering our second week in the Bahamas.
* * *
Charlotte: Really? How so?
* * *
Me: Because I contemplated kidnapping you and taking you there. But my patience allowed me to maintain control and not take such drastic measures.
* * *
Charlotte: That’s actually kind of hot.
* * *
Me: I’m on my way. Be ready.
Grabbing my keys, I’m out the door in less than a minute. The past two hours have crawled by, and I wasn’t joking about my lack of patience. Not having her was a form of torture, dulled down through copious alcohol consumption, but painful, nonetheless. Now that I’ve had a taste of what I was missing, there is nothing that will dull my need for her.
The tires screech as I pull out of my parking garage and into traffic. The sun is as bright as my excitement to see her again, so I put on my sunglasses to cut the glare. As the traffic slows, I think about last night and the passionate way we made love. It was a first for me. Having never been in love, the intensity of our pleasure was indescribable. I know a lot about sex, but that was so far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
With Charlotte, it’s beyond physical, beyond emotional. It’s somewhere in the realm of spiritual, but not simply for me. There was a connection between us, and I know she felt it as much as I did, although she may not be ready to admit it. Being alone with her on the island and exploring that connection is going to be life-changing, I can feel it in my bones. The thought sends a wave of excitement through me, and I pick up my speed.
Pulling up to The Clara Sea, I see she is at the front doors talking to Tracy, her smile radiant as she gives a little wave. Getting out to open the car door for her, I pull her to me as she walks up, making her laugh with a kiss just under her ear. “Tell me we are leaving tonight. I want to wake up in paradise with you in my arms.”
She leans back, giving me a sexy smile. “I’m tempted to tell you no, I’ve decided not to go, so you’ll follow through with your kidnapping plan.” Her face turns serious with arousal as she runs her thumb across my lips, pushing it in just enough to wet the tip. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since that text.” She leans in, licking my lips before fully engaging in one of her sensual kisses that blows my mind.
I am so turned on. The urge to spread her legs and slam into her while she’s bent over the hood of my car is so powerful, my muscles lock in restraint.
Turning her toward the car, I say through clenched teeth, “Get in the car, Charlotte.” I make my way back to the driver’s side, hoping no one notices what she’s done to me. I get in and lean toward her. “Give me your hand.” She does, and I place it on my now-throbbing erection. “When you do this to me in a place I’m not able to follow through by making you cum all over me, there will be retribution…with you begging me to let you cum after brightening your ass cheeks to a lovely shade of pink.”
Her lips part as she sucks in a breath, eyes wide with longing. Her blatant arousal makes my heart pound in my chest. Then she wraps another tendril around my soul when she finally speaks.
“Ian…when you talk to me like that…I…” Her head drops in shyness. “Are you being serious when you say those things? Is that really what you want to do to me?” Her voice is so thick with desire, yet so innocent in its questioning, I’m momentarily incoherent.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Charlotte LeFay,” I say, moving back to sit straight in my seat so I can get us the hell out of here and somewhere I can show her how serious I truly am.
Once we are back out on Collins Avenue, I turn to her, the look on her face now mischievous. Smiling, I continue. “I am very serious when I say those things to you, and your response to it is further proof that we are perfect for each other. This morning, in the shower, was a small sample of how I want to pleasure you.” Downshifting as we approach a red light, I can sense her staring at me. Glancing over, I see her beautiful eyes filled with desire and curiosity. I finish by asking, “That was fucking amazing, wouldn’t you agree?” and laugh at her expression. It’s something along the lines of, Really…you have to ask? and, Hell yes, can we do it again?
Answering, she says, “Ahh…I’m not sure amazing can suffice as a description. At one point I was seriously concerned I might blackout, the pleasure was so intense.” Her smile is lighting up her face, and it takes my breath away. She laughs, adding, “I’m not kidding.”
Reaching over to take her hand, squeezing it gently, I hold it for a minute. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, Charlotte. It’s as simple as that.” I bring her hand up to my lips, holding it there to breathe in the smell of her skin. Spicy, feminine with undertones that could be described as floral and sweet. To me, it’s intoxicating.
Closing my eyes, I travel to the inside of her wrist where her scent intensifies. On instinct, my mouth opens, biting and licking her tender skin as I hear her whisper my name. My eyes open to see she is as affected as I am, making my voice sound muffled in my ears as I tell her, “I will never cause you any pain that does not bring you pleasure. I will never hurt you, Charlotte. I promise.”
She doesn’t respond as she looks away. I understand why—she’s still afraid, and it will take some time to fully get past it. This trip to the Bahamas will help.
A few minutes later, she looks at me and says, “Thank you.” I nod and give her hand a gentle squeeze. We continue to her place in comfortable silence, both of us riding out the euphoric buzz brought on by our exchange at the last traffic light.
Pulling into a parking spot, I go around to help her out of the car. When she’s standing in front of me, I kiss her softly and say, “You’re welcome,” as she smiles up at me. “Always remember, trust is the most important thing we have between us.” Nodding in agreement, she leans up and kisses me gently with her soft lips.
On the elevator, I finally ask, “How much time were you able to get off?” She gives me a fake frown and holds up one finger. Raising a brow, I confirm, “That better stand for one week.” I grab onto the finger, biting it playfully.
Throwing her head back laughing, she wraps her other arm around my neck, pulling us closer together, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes. One week. I hope you don’t get tired of me, though. You don’t even know all of my idiosyncrasies. You might be begging to come home after three days.” She lets go and winks at me as the elevator doors open on her floor. At her front door, she fumbles, almost nervously, with her keys then pushes it open, but I stop her before she walks in, startling her as she drops her keys back into her purse.
“I’m sure any idiosyncrasies you may have will soon become endearing little quirks that make me love you more than I already do.” Putting the side of my finger under her chin to lift her shy eyes to mine, I say, “Look at me. I’m not afraid of my feelings for you, Charlotte. I have always been driven,
focused on success. And if I wanted something I went after it, never considering that I might not get it. I have never been in love and never looked for love. Until you.”
I move my hand from under her chin, gliding my thumb across her jawline, admiring her skin with its little imperfections here and there, making her more perfect in my eyes. “When I realized I was in love with you it was at the same time I realized I had potentially ruined any chance that we might be together.” I lean down to gently kiss her beautiful lips. “For a man as passionate and controlling as me, a man that cannot accept the notion of failure, a man that wanted you more than he wanted to take his next breath…walking away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I did it anyway, for you…because I love you…all of you.”
I remember how awful it felt knowing she would never be mine and hating myself for making her not trust me.
“Then you called me and there was that sliver of hope that brought me back to life.” Kissing her mouth harder, I talk between the wet contact. “Then I tasted you…held you in my arms…and when we finally came together it was like nothing I even knew was possible…” I’m still all over her mouth, biting and licking, making her body become more and more aroused with every word and every kiss. “…And now that I have you…nothing…” I’m holding her now, tight, as my mouth moves along her jaw to the sensitive place below her ear, biting her as I finish. “…nothing will keep me from you again.” I suck hard on her neck, not only to take her arousal to the next level, but to mark her beautiful, smooth skin.
Her breathing becomes heavy, her erotic moans driving me to madness, testing my control. Releasing her neck, I bring my mouth up to her ear as I push her against the doorjamb. “Do you know how tempted I am to make you cum right now, right here in this doorway without even touching your wet pussy? Your reaction to me is enough to make me lose my mind.”
She puts her hands on my shoulders to stop me and hold herself up. “No. No, Ian…please, take me inside. I need to feel you…all of you, please.” Her eyes are black with desire and I can’t help but do what she wants, pushing the door open and backing her into the foyer. The latch clicks behind us, her purse drops to the floor as I push her hard against the wall, continuing the onslaught of kissing, licking, biting. Pulling away, I lift her shirt over her head and almost rip her bra away from her body, her breasts falling free. They are perfectly sized to her athletic form with just enough weight to make them hang naturally. Her dark nipples, so beautifully feminine, are tight and begging for attention. My mouth latches on, swirling my tongue around the hardness, sucking it as her hips begin to thrust toward me. Ten more seconds and I could make her cum, but I won’t. I want this orgasm in my mouth so I can taste her response to my affection.
Releasing her nipple, I kneel down and yank her shorts off as she kicks out of her shoes. Her panties are next, and I pause, removing them slowly, taking in her scent that is now potent with lust. Goddamn, my cock is going to fucking explode. On instinct, my lips are on her thigh, kissing and biting as her hips thrust toward me again. Reaching behind her knee, I lift up, commanding, “Over my shoulder.”
She does and is now open to me, allowing me to see how wet she is. “You didn’t already cum, did you?”
She shakes her head quickly as she breathes out my name, her hand moving around the front of her hip to her lips, spread open and waiting for attention. I allow her to touch herself briefly, only because it’s so fucking hot, but not enough to make herself release.
“That’s enough.” My voice is harsh as I pull her hand away and finally take what I want.
She tastes so good, I moan into her, the vibration making her cry out. Her leg starts to shake from exertion, so I reach under the one on my shoulder and support her with my hand, allowing my thumb access to her tightest entrance. My mouth continues to devour her as I glide my thumb around her ass, slippery and wet, driving her wild. She rides the pleasure for a few seconds longer before I apply enough pressure to send her over the edge. She screams out my name as I take her throbbing climax on my tongue.
After holding her through the last waves of her orgasm, I gently bring her leg down. She knows I’m not finished; the anticipation in her eyes is driving my desire to painful heights. Holding her head steady, I drop my mouth to hers in a savage kiss, forcing her to taste herself as I steal her breath.
No longer able to wait, I guide her to the bedroom where she immediately turns to me, impatiently removing my shirt then grabbing onto the button of my jeans, the backs of her fingers touching my skin and tightening my spine.
The sight of her standing naked in front of me, desperately trying to unclothe me as the scent of her heated arousal surrounds me, activates a primeval DNA that sends a surge of testosterone through my blood that is dizzying in its potency. As soon as she frees my engorged cock, I grab her, turning her so that her back is against me, wrapping my arms around her for maximum contact. With one hand on her breast, tormenting her nipple, and the other reaching down to spread her wet lips, I tease her, enticing the moans, whimpers, and cries that flood my body with need. “I want you on the bed, ass in the air with your knees spread apart.”
She does what I ask, without hesitation, then pops up on her elbows to look back at me. Once my jeans are completely off, I stare at the sight before me, trying to inhale. “I’m going to draw you like this. You are absolutely exquisite.”
Her eyes drop to my erection, the skin taut and shining. I reach down and take it in my hand, slowly stroking it, more for her pleasure than mine. “You like that, don’t you?”
She nods and whispers, “Yes,” as she arches her back and thrusts her ass toward me. Absolutely amazing.
“Put your head down on the bed, eyes closed.” Coming forward to gently stroke her ass cheek, I tease her skin with light touches, letting my fingertips gently roam around her ass and thighs and back. When I sense she’s ready, I draw my hand back and smack her firm cheek several times, softly rubbing the sting between each strike.
She moans as her pale skin reddens, her body relaxes, and her slick pussy pulsates with need.
Her physical reactions are a request for more, so I do exactly that. Give her more. More of the sensual, rhythmic cadence that awakens a desire she didn’t know she had. Her body loves it, her mind will become addicted to it and her soul will crave this intimate connection that only we can share.
She’s fully relaxed now, submitting to the pleasure-filled pain that has her ass glowing an enticing shade of red. Her entrance is begging for me as her labia swell with arousal… The female erection, it’s fucking fantastic. One last smack, then I spread her apart to rub the slick head of my cock between her wet lips, pushing in slightly so only the swollen tip enters her.
She whimpers, wanting more. She needs it deeper as her legs fall open trying to force me to enter fully. But I don’t let her have what she wants…yet. Instead, I pull out and rub the head around her puckered hole that tightens from the contact. She sucks in a breath, both from pleasure and fear. Holding it there, I push gently. “Are you a virgin here?” My voice is gravelly with desire.
Her whisper comes immediately. “Yes.” And she instinctively tightens the strong band of muscle again.
“Good. I will teach you to enjoy that kind of play. But not today.” I give her ass another smack. “You’ll be surprised how hard it will make you cum.” Rubbing the red mark on her cheek, I slide my cock down to where she wants it and is begging to be filled. I continue to torment her, gliding past her warm opening to circle her clit with my hard tip as she moans and pushes herself against me. Not wanting her to release too soon, I move back so I can return to the violent contact she’s been craving.
Admiring her firm, round cheeks, bright from the attention they’ve received, I begin again, running my hand softly across her smooth skin, teasing her nerves before lighting them up with a stinging smack. I can see her sex throbbing with each contact of my hand, a succession that has no pattern. It’s unpredictable and dri
ving her pleasure higher.
I reach down to tease her, smiling as her legs spread instinctively to allow it. She wants to beg me to fuck her. I can tell as she repeats my name over panted breaths. Taking her slick secretion on my hand, I spread it over her red cheek, cooling and soothing her swollen flesh then starting again. The slick moisture increases the sensation of my next round of spanking. It’s wet and loud and driving her as close to the edge as it is me.
It’s on the verge of too much. This is a first for her and although she is fully enjoying every second, I don’t want to over do it, distracting her from the pleasure that will make her next orgasm mind-numbing. So I lean down to lick and kiss over her hot skin, then spread her apart and insert two fingers into her softness, sliding them in and out in a slow twisting motion that has her growling as she pushes against me.
I kiss my way up her back, biting and sucking. I’m trying hard not to hurt her. It’s never been like this; no other woman’s pleasure has affected me so intensely, and I’m crazy with a need to mark her. Permanently. I don’t, of course. I won’t ever hurt her that way, but I will make sure she never desires anything but my touch for the rest of eternity.
Just before her climax hits, I pull out my fingers and drive my throbbing cock into her, pulling her cheeks apart to increase the contact as I pound into her. I watch myself sliding in and out, her muscles tightening as she moans out my name. Wanting to push her just a bit more, I lean over in search of her tight nipple and tease it with my wet fingers, then I squeeze.
We both fall into a pleasure that has no words. It’s blinding and euphoric and deadly, and I will crave it like a wicked drug from now through the end of time.
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