I breathe and find her mouth again. “Make me yours.”
We break for air and she pauses briefly to meet my eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to treat you like I own you.” Her hand glides down the center of my body, caressing my soft inner thighs en route to her destination. She slips underneath my panty line, and when she feels my wetness, we both hiss.
“Fuck.” The word comes out in a breathy moan. Her hand retracts. “I missed how good you feel.”
Our mouths lock again, and I get lost in the warmth of her skin engulfing mine. I love how wet she makes me. With her irises as dark as my black lace bra, Caroline trails up the valley of my breasts with her tongue, never taking her eyes off mine. She puts her mouth over the fabric covering my nipple, and the heated sensation of her breath blended with the delicate lace patterns pressing into my skin overwhelms me. She teases for a moment longer, flicking her tongue over the hardening bud until she’s satisfied, then repeats on the other side. I wish I was fully naked, but I don’t dare move my hands from above my head, knowing she might drag this sensual torture out longer if I so much as twitch.
As if reading my mind, Caroline motions for me to remove my bra, which I do at a rapid speed. My back arches as she trails a path of light kisses down my body while a hand kneads my breast. Then she slowly slides my panties down my legs and tosses them onto the floor.
I can smell my slickness when she spreads my knees and positions herself between them. My fingers grip the sheets tighter at the flicks of her tongue teasing the space between my inner thigh and where I want her most. My pussy lips are throbbing for her, and she knows it. She’s enjoying herself, keeping my legs pinned in place as she whispers naughty words against my skin, inches from my clit.
She stops, pulls back, and watches me wiggle my hips for her attention. She lets out a small laugh, seemingly pleased with herself. “So needy.”
My breathy expletives turn into a groan. “Please—”
Her tongue firmly strokes upward between my pussy lips, and I cry out her name, which fuels her intensity as she continues.
With complete control of the placement of my legs, she licks and laps over the tiny pebble, sending my brain into a frenzied state. Mouth still at work, two of her fingers trace circles around my entrance, making my hips grind against her lips. My eyes roll back as she slowly enters me, exploring every inch of my walls.
Her rhythm increases, and she fucks me with deeper, more determined strokes, curling her fingers in all the right spots. My muscles constrict around her. My moans paint the walls as she sucks my clit and thrusts into me.
Climax brews in the pit of my belly. Small waves build into an earth-crashing rush with each thrust. This feels so much better than our first night together, something I didn’t think was possible.
Her delightful moans from her full mouth drive me closer to the edge. Overwhelmed by pleasure, my hips rock forcefully as she sucks harder, lapping my clit with rapid speed. The push-pull sensation weakens my knees. I let go, relinquishing Caroline's touch, and I cry out as the breaking waves of climax wash over me.
Caroline’s grip relaxes as she slowly kisses my inner legs and lower stomach. My legs tremble when she flattens her tongue and slowly tastes me, coating her tongue with her handiwork.
I steady my breathing as she climbs up, and it’s only then I realize she’s still wearing pants. I tug at the button and slide them halfway down her hips, until our mouths demand more kisses. The taste of my desire turns me on more than before.
“Not yet.” Her lips brush mine again, making the butterflies flutter uncontrollably. “I’m going to show youexactlywhat this honeymoon bed is meant for.”
CHAPTER 19
CAROLINE
The next morningI stir awake and discover I’m in the bed alone. I sit up, peer around and spot Basil standing outside on the deck wearing a robe, a mug in her hands. I smile at our clothes scattered all over the room, same as our first night together—the floor, bench at the end of the bed and somehow, both the night stands.
The pillow wall is officially gone.
I rise to my feet and stretch, noting the delicious soreness in my muscles from last night. My phone's burning a hole in my bag and for the first time, I don't reach for it to start my day. A part of me doesn't want to go back to reality, a world where Basil is my target and what we first did and continue doing shouldn't happen. Nothing about last night feels wrong, quite the opposite. Instead of checking for any missed calls, I slip a Terry Cloth robe over my naked body and join Basil outside.
The sound of the sliding doors opening makes her turn. The sight of her toothy grin warms my entire being.
“Good morning.” Behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, enjoying the way she sinks into me.
“Morning.” She turns her head and I place a soft kiss on her temple. “Sorry, I wanted to catch the end of the sunrise.”
I immerse myself into the breathtaking blend of hazy scarlet and fiery yellow over the tranquil water. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t blame you.”But not as beautiful as you,I want to say, but hold back.
We stay like this for several minutes as we rehash last night’s Gala—the extravagant decorations, how much fun Lynn and Mae seemed to have had and the events that transpired between us later that night.
“I have a confession to make.” Basil brings her cup to her lips and takes a sip.
A hint of cardamom from her tea teases my nose. “Hmm?”
Her cheeks color with a faint blush as she nods in a direction to the left. “I thought about your tongue while I um…pleasured myself on that deck chair one morning. You were out for a run.”
“Oh,really?” My brows raise with my intrigue. “Well, I hope I was of exceptional service. Did you enjoy yourself?”
