“That didn’t count.” I spin her around and press the length of my body against her back, my fingers fighting their way through the fronds of her skirt, in search of the smooth, warm skin of her thighs. “As enjoyable as it was, for future reference, if there’s no oral, and no fucking, it doesn’t meet the criteria of a full christening.”
Lil laughs. “Well, that’s good to know.”
I find the side ties of Lilavati’s bikini bottoms and tug before sliding one foot between hers to nudge them apart until the bikini lands on my foot.
Her grass skirt rustles as I slide my hands around the front of her thighs, my thumbs coming up to skim her already wet and swollen folds. She whimpers, and a shiver runs through her. Before I have a chance to suggest it, she’s undoing the top of her hula costume. It drops to the floor, and she rubs her arse back against my already throbbing cock.
“On your knees for me, Sparky.”
There’s no hesitation. Lilavati kneels on the bed and, without any urging, falls forward so she’s on her hands and knees. The moonlight catches the smooth curve of her back, shines on her beautiful, glistening pussy, peeking out between the parted layers of the skirt.
I grab a cushion from beside her, drop it to the floor and kneel. She’s at the perfect height for me to swipe my tongue through her folds. I love the taste of this woman. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get enough.
With a deep sigh, she collapses her elbows and slides her knees further apart, opening her up at the perfect angle for me to bury my face while my hands work frantically to free my cock.
With one hand clamped on Lil’s hip to hold her steady, and the other stroking my erection, I nip and lick and suck at her dripping flesh until she’s squirming and whimpering and grasping at the mattress with desperate fingers.
“I don’t think I can be quiet,” she gasps. Tension is building in her thighs. Her back is arching. She’s getting close.
I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to hold off my release.
“If you can’t, everyone still at that luau will hear. Will know what I’m doing to you right now. Is that what you want?” The shudder that runs through her suggests she might, which ratchets my arousal even higher.
I slip two fingers inside her, curled at just the right angle to detonate her orgasm.
With a strangled gasp, Lil slaps her hand to her mouth, squeezing her cheeks as hard as her muscles are squeezing my fingers in release.
As fast as I can, I retrieve the condom from the pocket of the shorts that are still around my feet. I tear it open, roll it down my length and slam into her still-pulsing warmth.
Long, hard strokes have a wild release building, threatening. But I’m not ready. Not like this. I need to see her. It’s never been a thing before, but seeing Lil’s face when she climaxes—when I climax—has become something I need.
I pull out and flip Lil onto her back and gaze down at her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Every line and curve. Every angle. The small breasts topped with tight dark nipples. The dip of her waist. The valley of her belly below her ribs as she cants her hips. But most of all, the intensity of her eyes. Her gaze clings, unsmiling and intense. Honest and raw. Yearning. For pleasure. For me.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, I pull her up to sit on my lap, her legs wrapped around my hips, rustling grass spread around us.
I dip my head and suck one of her nipples, pressing the head of my cock to her entrance but no further. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her entrance tightens.
“Ant,” she gasps, pushing against my tip. “Please.”
“Look at me, Lilavati. I want you to look at me.”
Dark chocolate eyes lock on mine, and the whole world falls away. Time melts. I sink into Lilavati’s heat.
And for the first time in my life, I understand what it means to make love.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lilavati
Something shifted for me last night. I don’t know whether it was my acknowledgement of how far my feelings for Ant have come, but things felt different. I have no idea if Ant felt it too. And I have no idea how to broach the subject. But the notion that there could be more than just a sexual spark between us is flickering to life, and I’m equal parts excited and terrified.
Once we’re back in Sydney, I’ll screw up my courage and ask Ant how he feels.
In the meantime, we have a wedding to get through.
After the anxiety of the luau, I opt for a long sleep-in while Ant heads off for a quick morning surf, which should give us plenty of time for a snorkel or anapbefore we get ready for the sunset ceremony.
He’s only been gone a couple of minutes when there’s a knock at the door. He’s terrible for forgetting his keycard.
