by Fiona Cole
“Yes.”
He pulled away but never let go of my hand as he led me back to our cabana.
“Everything is as you asked,” our butler said, standing stoic by the door.
“Thank you. That will be all tonight.”
Chills peppered my skin at the click of the handle, like the hint of electricity and fire we’d created on the other side of the door already flowed through me, ready to burn.
Flickering flames illuminated the space. Rose petals in orange, yellow, and red decorated the floor. Fairy lights hung from the entryway out to our deck, where the ocean played the perfect music for our night.
“Daniel.” I brought a trembling hand to my lips. My wide eyes took it all in before turning to him, where he stood looking a little shy.
“Too much?”
It took three swallows before I gave up on talking around the lump in my throat and shook my head.
He walked over and brushed my hair behind my ears, cradling my face. “You deserve for this to be special.”
“It’s perfect.” I slid my tongue across my lips. “For tonight, can we forget our rules? Will you kiss m—”
I didn’t even finish before his lips were on mine. The kiss started slow and sensual, but quickly our mouths became as frantic as our hands, trying to hold on to each other every way we could. He walked us backward until his legs hit the mattress.
“What do you want to do?” The words came out like sandpaper and only made my sensitive skin tingle more.
“I want to taste you,” I said to his neck.
He tipped my chin and made me meet his eyes. “Whatever you want. It’s yours.” Never dropping my gaze, he sank to the bed and leaned back. “Take off my pants, baby. Pull me out.”
I sank to my knees over the glass floor, the fish swimming beneath, and with trembling fingers undid his belt, his button, and tugged down his zipper. He lifted up so I could tug his pants down. When I hesitated, he reached under his boxer briefs and pulled his thick length free.
Holy shit.
I’d watched him stroke himself twice now, but I’d never come face-to-face with his beautiful length. He held it high, the soft head pulled tight, and flushed red. Without overthinking it, I rested my palms on his knees and shifted to fit the tip in my mouth, sucking like a sucker. He groaned when I went lower, and my tongue played along the ridges.
The rough sound almost had me jerking back, but instead, I breathed through my nose and slowly shifted back to meet his eyes. It was those ice-blue eyes that would get me through this. The kind, comforting heat would ground me.
“Unbutton your shirt. I want to see you,” I ordered. His fingers immediately went to work, and I took over the task of holding his cock in my hand, the skin soft, stretched over steel beneath my fingers. “Do-Don’t look away,” I stuttered nervously. What if he thought I was weird? Would he jerk back or cringe?
“Fuck me, Hanna. You’re going to kill me.”
I guessed he liked meeting my eyes.
“Just tell me if I do it wrong.”
“You’re doing amazing.”
“I haven’t started,” I said with a laugh.
“Still fucking perfect.”
I laughed, but it stopped in my throat when his shirt fell open, revealing hard ridges and bumps and valleys I wanted to explore. With one hand around his dick, the other stretched up to rest on his abs, and he did as I asked, holding my gaze as I slowly sank over his length.
I focused on the veins beneath my tongue while keeping my eyes locked on his heavy-lidded ones that looked almost as dark as the shadowed sea beneath me.
He groaned and bit his lip and almost tipped his head back in pleasure. As much as I didn’t want him to look away, a flood of desire washed over me when he sat on the edge of losing control.
His hands remained glued to his sides, except for when he reached to brush my hair back so he could watch clearly.
I found a rhythm with my mouth and hand and picked up the pace, listening to his heavy pants match the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Hanna. God. Hanna. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Stop, baby. I’m gonna come. Please.”
I pulled off with a few more licks, and his head finally sank back on his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He tipped his head back up, and I was sure I melted on the spot when his tongue slicked across his lips before they tipped on one side. “I’m not as young as I once was and need recovery time between. If I come in that pretty mouth, I may not be able to fulfill my part of the night.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He huffed a laugh and moved his thumb to brush along my lips. “Oh. Now, hop up. It’s my turn.”
He helped me up, standing with me. His hard length brushed my hip, but his attention was focused on skimming his lips from my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear. “I need to see you.”
His fingers played with the straps of my dress, and I knew once it dropped, I’d be in nothing but my scrap of lace panties.
“Wait.” He pulled his hands back, and I shoved his shirt from his shoulders. “Okay. Now we’re closer to even.”
“I can take it all off now if you’d like?” He offered with a smirk, his hands drifting to his already loose pants.
“I’m ready now.”
His lips pressed to my neck again, and his fingers deftly flicked the straps off my shoulders, tugging to pull the material past my breasts and over my hips for it to pool at my feet. My body shuddered under his fingertips skimming up my abdomen to cup my breasts.
“You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Full and high. I love the way they spill out of my hands. And these nipples.” His thumbs brushed my nipples at the same time he nipped at my neck.
“Daniel.”
“Whatever you need, Hanna. Ask for it.”
“I—I want to get on the bed now.”
He turned me and eased me back against the white fluffy comforter. In the flickering light, with the stars in the open sky behind him, he dropped his pants and stood before me like a Greek god, all lines and definition. Then it was his turn to drop to his knees. His lips pressed to my knee, and I stared at his blond head as he worked his mouth up my thigh until he spread my legs around his broad shoulders to make room for his full lips to reach my core. He stared up at me when his tongue slid through my slit, stopping to circle my clit.
Fisting the sheets, I struggled to hold still as he did it again and again. Soon he added fingers, dropping his gaze to bury his head against my core and make love to me with his mouth.
In no time at all, my heels dug into the mattress, and I pressed my hips up, desperate for more friction as my orgasm rippled through me.
Daniel worked his mouth up my body, stopping to tongue my breasts, situating his hips between my spread thighs.
“Good, baby?” he asked against my neck.
Was I good? My body still trembled against the sheets, my core still pulsing from the soft orgasm, my mind floating in a fog, trying to ignore the dark corners that reached for me.
“I’m nervous that I’ll panic. I’m not nervous about panicking. Just nervous that I will and completely ruin this. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, and nothing will ruin this. There is no right and wrong, Hanna. Use your words, and we can stop at any point.” Even in the dim light of the room, I could still find his eyes and feel the security that I was safe. “Is this okay? Or do you want to be on top to keep the pace?” He held himself above me, not letting any part of him touch me, his arms flexing on either side of my head.
Before he even finished, I shook my head. “No. I don’t know what I’m doing. I—” The words caught in my throat, and I looked away, watching my fingers play along the ridges of his ribs. “I know I’ve done this a lot before. It’s not like it’s my first t—”
“No,” he interrupted so gruffly, my eyes snapped to his. Where there was once tenderness, now lay a fire. Even still, I wasn’t scared. “Nothing without your consent counts. This is your choice. Thi
s is the first time you are choosing to give your body to someone, and that is all that matters. Hanna, this is your first time.”
My eyes glossed over, and again I was reduced to nodding. One tear leaked free, and he brushed it away with his lips.
Slowly, he lowered his body, his skin coming into contact with mine one inch at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. He thrust his hips, and we both groaned at the slow glide of his thick length through my folds. My sensitive clit shot electricity through me, and I clung to him, my nails already digging into his skin.
His eyes pinched shut, and he dropped his head. “Fuck, Hanna. Shit.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom,” he begrudgingly admitted.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“I didn’t plan on this happening, so I didn’t think I’d need one.”
His cock slid through my folds like he couldn’t help himself, and I didn’t want to lose this moment. I was ready. My body was ready. My mind was ready. “Umm, I’m on the pill,” I said softly. “And I’m clean. I got tested, but I underst—”
“Hey,” he said, pulling my eyes back to his. “I trust you. If you’re sure, I’m clean too. Hell, I’ve never had sex without one.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been in a relationship to go without one.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
“Hanna, I trust you.”
I swallowed any rebuttal, trusting him in return. If he had an issue, he’d tell me. “Okay.”
“God, baby. I want you.”
I expected him to pull back and start working himself inside. I tensed my thighs and braced for it, but this was Daniel, of course, he didn’t rush. He slid his length through my wet pussy, again and again, kissing up and down my neck to my mouth and down to my nipples. When I least expected it, he popped off my breast and pulled back enough to push the head of his cock against my opening, slowly sliding inside.
My eyes rolled back into my head, and my lids slid closed. The darkness for the first time all night, brushed my skin, sending a chill down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter with every inch he pushed in, and held my breath, holding the memories at bay. I would do this. I could do this.
I could freaking do this.
“Hanna, baby. Look at me.” Daniel stopped moving and brushed his thumb along my cheek. “Hanna. Open your eyes. Stay with me.”
Clinging to his gruff voice, I relaxed my fists and thighs, and slowly slid my eyes open. The depth of his stare tugged me the rest of the way free. “Daniel,” I whimpered.
“It’s just me. Stay with me.”
His hand slid into my hair, cradling my head, and the other moved to my hip, holding me steady as he worked himself the rest of the way in.
“Talk to me,” I pleaded, more because I wanted to hear his voice rather than needed to.
“God, Hanna. I don’t know if I trust myself to talk right now,” he groaned, grinding his hips to mine.
“I don’t care. I want to hear it. I want to hear you.”
I didn’t want this to be some encounter I remembered that got me through to the others. I wanted to remember this as the time Daniel made love to me, and I wanted him to be himself. Dirty words and all.
“What do you feel?”
He slid out and pushed back in. “Hot. Wet. Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s all I feel.”
“You’re all I feel, too. Stretching me. It fe—it feels good.”
As if my dirty words were the scissors that frayed the leash he had on his control, his hips snapped back hard, pulling a cry from my lips.
“Does my cock feel good in your tight pussy?”
Rather than falling back into memories, I clung to him, held his stare, stayed in the present. My nipples pebbled tight and scraped his chest. “Yes. Fuck me, Daniel. Make me come.”
He pulled back until just the head rested at my opening. “Hold on, baby.”
And with that, his control snapped. He fucked me harder, stopping every once in a while to grind his hips to my clit, to suck my nipples, and whisper filthy things in my ear that did nothing but make me wetter. He made me listen to the slapping sounds of our flesh and admit how good I felt.
My nails dug into his back, and I clung to the reality he created—a reality I never wanted to lose. A reality that had me swirling and drowning in pleasure so deep I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. I hoisted my thighs over his hips and squeezed, flexing my feet, tightening every muscle just for them to snap, breaking free, floating away into bliss.
“Hanna. Hanna.” He chanted my name, thrusting ruthlessly, groaning his pleasure against my neck. A few more hard pushes until finally, he rested his full length inside me—stretching me to the max—emptying himself deep in my core.
“Fuck. Me.” On shaky arms, he lifted himself off but stayed buried deep, leaning down enough to drink from my lips. “You are fucking amazing.”
He pulled back, and I brushed his damp hair from his forehead, knowing I could die with the vision of his face above me, and his cock still stretching me.
“Thank you.”
Another kiss before resting his head against mine. “For you? Anything.”
I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him to me so tight he could never break free—so no inch of the real world could come between us. I wanted to live here and now.
But before I could act, he groaned and slid from my core, giving me one last kiss before rolling from the bed and heading to the bathroom. God, how did we go all this time without kissing? Even the small pecks peppered throughout our lovemaking had only added to the intensity of the moment. I wasn’t sure I could stop now that we’d started. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Before I could get under the sheets, he came back with a washcloth, gently wiping his cum from between my thighs. I shuddered when he brushed my clit again, loving the way he groaned at my reaction.
Rather than getting up again, he tossed the rag aside and shifted, so we were both under the covers.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms.
Staring out at the dark night sky, the waves of the ocean not quite masking the quiet sounds of music, my pussy throbbing in the best way, burrowed in his arms. My answer was obvious.
“I’ve never been better.”
21
Daniel
A small fist against my chest brought me out of my sleep. Bright light filtered through the open patio, the crash of the ocean only interrupted by soft whimpers. Another hit and my attention shifted to the petite brunette struggling through a nightmare in my arms. I pulled back as much as I could as to not crowd her and add to her panic. The last thing she needed was to wake up to a man trapping her in.
“Hanna,” I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder.
Her brows pinched tight. The same as my chest at seeing her in pain.
“Hanna, wake up.” With another harder shake, her eyes jerked open, and her lips parted over a gasp. Her hand slapped to her heaving chest, and she stared at the ceiling as if I wasn’t even there. My initial reaction was to curl her into my arms, offering her comfort, but I’d come to realize Hanna liked not being coddled. So, I went with what I would have said if she hadn’t woken from a nightmare. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
Wide, emerald eyes slowly turned to me, her dark hair bunching up against the white sheets. I kept my face neutral with an easy smile, shoving down any worry I had. After a few blinks, she shakily returned my smile.
“Hey.”
I propped my head on my hand and resisted the urge to tug the sheet down over her breasts. Even the outline of her nipples through the thin material was enough to have me hard.
“What do you want to do today?”
I had no idea how to proceed after last night. Did I treat it like all the other nights we’d had at Voyeur—as if nothing had happened? But I didn’t know how because every part of me wanted to woo her, to pull her close and make love to her again. The
feel of her tight cunt squeezing me would forever be ingrained in my memory, and I’d always want more.
She shrugged her shoulders and fidgeted with her fingers over her stomach. “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”
Taking a chance, I reached over to tuck some loose strands behind her ear. As if on instinct, she turned into my touch. With that cue, I pushed my luck and dragged my fingers down, gripping the sheet on the way and tugging it past her breasts.
She pulled in the sexiest gasp as the edge brushed over the nipples that had been taunting me.
“I have a lot in mind.”
When she didn’t cover herself, I lowered my mouth to suck at her hardened tip.
“I think I like your ideas,” she breathed.
Her hand dug into my hair, holding me to her. I pulled the tip between my teeth and bit, flicking my tongue across the bud.
“Oh, god. Daniel.”
Her legs shifted under the sheet, and I moved my hand lower, slowly sliding my fingers between her folds and groaning against her skin when I found her wet and waiting. Without any hesitation, she spread her legs and pushed up, silently asking me for more.
I dipped low to gather her juices before dragging them up to pinch her clit. “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to play with your pussy?”
“Yes. Yes.” She pressed her head back in the pillow, her eyes closed and lost to the sensation.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Please.”
I pinched her clit harder, and she almost screamed. I went back to her nipples and worked my fingers fast and hard between her thighs, alternating between pushing my fingers deep inside her cunt and pulling back to torture her bundle of nerves. I needed to make her come, so I could bury myself inside her again. I needed her.
Her hips went wild, and I popped off her breast to kiss up her neck, sucking at the soft skin to feel the moans against my lips. Seconds later, she broke, crying out as her pussy spasmed. Without waiting for her to finish, I gripped her hips and pulled her over me.
“Fuck me, baby. Take control.”
With her skin flushed, her messy hair falling over her breasts, she looked down at me with wide eyes. “I—I don’t know what to do.”