The sensation was strange, but at the same time pleasure was pounding through me, making me dizzy.
He pulled his finger out only to add a second finger. The tight ring of muscles clamped around his invading digits and I jerked my h*ps up into the air. “Easy, minx. I’m just getting you ready.”
Ready for what, I wondered. For him?
He stretched my entry, plunging those fingers in and out, widening them to make my opening bigger. It hurt, yes. But the pain only amplified my need until I was burning all over, shaking.
I couldn’t take another second of this torment.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?” he demanded as he shoved those fingers deeper inside. They seemed to rub against the part of me burning the hottest for him and I cried out, unable to stop myself.
“Please, sir. Have mercy.”
“Mercy. Hmm.” Those magic fingers slipped out.
I sagged with relief, legs feeling boneless, whole body feeling boneless. Fighting to catch my breath, I listened to him as he returned once again to the nightstand. The drawer opened with a soft rumble. It closed with a sharper thump. The crinkle of plastic followed. A condom. Yes! At last I would have relief.
Anticipation dancing up and down my spine, I arched my back, knowing he liked the sight of my bottom thrust up in the air. I opened my legs wider, knees resting on the carpeted floor.
“Look at you. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, minx?”
I nodded.
With a lubed finger, he teased my clit, drawing light circles over it again and again.
Oh, what ecstasy and agony, both. Pulses of erotic heat were blasting through my body, and I was losing control. I shook and cried and begged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned low over me and whispered, “Now, I’m ready.” The swollen head of his member eased between my ass cheeks, finding the entrance he’d stretched with his fingers. I tried to lift my h*ps higher, to move so he’d find my other entry, but he grabbed my hips, holding them in place. “No, minx. I’ll take you how I want to.” And to prove he meant to do exactly as he said, he thrust his h*ps forward, shoving against my virginal entry.
The skin burned. Sharp pain razored through me as the tight muscles strained against his invasion. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no way.
I cried out, afraid and in pain, but he didn’t withdraw. No, he curled his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me back as he continued to try to force himself inside.
“No, please,” I begged. “You’re too big.”
“You’re pleading, but you’re not saying the word.” He reached around with his other hand and tormented my clit. Erotic heat blended with the burning pain, swirling through me and making me dizzy. “Say the word, Bristol. Say it and I’ll stop.”
I knew what word he meant. I wanted to say it. I did. But for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.
“Please,” I whispered, “It hurts.”
“Open to me. I demand it now.” The heat in his voice couldn’t be mistaken. It sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.
I concentrated on relaxing the muscles clenched so tightly and he slipped in. I cried out as he breached my entrance. Then I cried out again when he drove deep, to the hilt, burying himself in my body.
The finger that had been circling over my cl*t pushed past my swollen lips, found my other entrance and slid inside. Now I was even fuller. And I felt like I might die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The pain was not excruciating, but the pleasure was. I didn’t know I could be so full. I didn’t know I could feel so possessed.
He bent over me, his heat radiating over my back. Another sensation to blend with all the others that were nearly overwhelming me. He moved slowly at first, withdrawing both his thick rod and finger before driving them deep inside again. But as my body gradually adjusted to his possession, his movements became faster, rougher. It didn’t take long, a handful of deep thrusts, before I was screaming. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild thrashing river. The sensations were so intense I wondered if I might have a stroke. I heard myself screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. Before my orgasm had eased at all, I felt him widen. He was about to come.
He bit my shoulder as he found release. The sharp pain was too much for me to bear. I was thrown into a second orgasm. My body spasmed around his invading finger and member, milking them. He thrust hard, fast, his movements jerky until the last drip of se**n had been expelled. Then he licked my shoulder where he’d bit me, soothing the pain.
I relished the moment, as his touches went from hard possession to gentle and soothing. The difference was so stark it almost confused me.
When he pulled out, I missed him. I missed the sensation of fullness. I missed his heat and weight resting on top of me. I missed the smell of his skin, his sweet breath.
Still breathing a little heavily, he unfastened the cuffs and lay next to me. He pulled me to him, my body curving along his side.
I rested for a moment before cracking open my eyelids to sneak a peek. He was so beautiful. Feeling shy, I lightly traced a line cutting across his abdominals.
He blinked open his eyes, smiled. My breath caught in my throat.
How rarely I saw that smile. It was directed at me.
Was it silly to wonder if he smiled that way for anyone else?
Even more, was it foolish to wonder if he would always smile like that for me? Only for me?
Chapter 3
Twenty minutes later we were back on the deck, watching the boat drift closer to a dock jutting out from land. A building sat up on a hill, not far from the white sand beach stretching out from the shore. The building was white stucco and glimmering glass. There were lush plants and brilliantly hued flowers all around it. Breathtaking.
I stood at Shane’s side, holding the railing as the boat bobbed gently in the water. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the sweet and salty scent of the ocean and tropical plants. The sun was warming my skin. It was a glorious feeling, being in such a beautiful place. But it paled in comparison to the feeling of being with Shane, of having his arm brush against mine. Of having the taste of his kisses linger on my lips.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s too beautiful for words. Do you come here often?”
“As often as I can.”
I inhaled deeply, trying to taste the sea air and memorize its scent. “I can’t imagine living that way, being able to just jump in a plane and wing off to paradise whenever you want.”
“You should imagine it.”