“But I’m not on?—”
“I won’t do anything that might get you pregnant. I don’t want that either, yet. Just lie back and enjoy it. Close your eyes like a good girl. You’re so wound up. Relax andfeelme touch you.”
Nicole let one of her arms drop to the side.
“That’s a good girl.Relax.Let me touch you. Let your whole body unwind, open yourself, and let me touch you.”
One of her legs dropped to the side of him, but with her knee up.
“We’re on the fifth fairway at Pebble Beach. You can hear the Pacific crashing on the rocks to the right of us. We’re alone. Nobody can see us. It’s just you and me out here.Feel me.”
Cool air touched her stomach as he unbuttoned her shirt, and his warm mouth followed the chill toward her navel.
She touched his hair, silky between her fingers, and stretched to feel the back of his neck and shoulders.
“Mmmm, that’s right.Touch me.”
The waistband of her pants loosened, and then the fly unzipped as his tongue slid down her stomach.
Was he?—
His hands curled around her open pants top and wrestled the fabric down, leaving her lying on her back and exposed as he moved to strip them entirely off her. The plastic grass of the golf mat prickled her bottom.
The vulnerability of being naked from the waist down and her shirt hanging open shamed her, but Kingston rolled right back between her legs and pressed his mouth on her.
His tongue slipped between her folds, licking and rubbing inside.
Pleasure cascaded through her, and she arched and almost scooted away from the overwhelming rush.
The bright sun shone on the video screen above her, and birds cried, and the ocean crashed on the rocks below.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and sucked on her, every caress with his tongue and lips wrapping her, compressing her inside until she was mindless, writhing, and then pulses of absolute bliss slammed up her body, waves of ecstasy caressing every muscle as she strained, her heel slipping on the plastic grass as she gasped.
Kingston gentled his mouth, keeping the caresses going, until her brain was pulverized and she nearly rolled backward.
And then he was crawling up her body, gathering her wretched and wrung-out form against his strength while she clung to him, clutching his shirt in her fists, pressing her forehead against his chest as she rasped for breath.
He asked, “You okay, there?”
“Oh my God.” Nicole could barely force the words out of her spasming throat.“Yes.I mean, other than I think I died. But yes.”
His chuckle echoed in his chest under her ear. “Good.”
The shivering in her limbs settled, and then she was aware that he’d done something for her but hadn’t had anything.
After pulling on her pants but not buttoning up her shirt, Nicole rolled over and laid on Kingston’s chest.
Hismassivechest, now that she was up there.
She said, “Your turn.”
“Oh, my little engineer. You do not have to balance the equation.”
Nicole grabbed his arms and pinned his wrists above his head. She locked her elbows so he was wedged in place. “What if I want to?”
Kingston casually lifted one of his arms from where she held him down, his biceps rounding as he flexed his arm, moving her whole body and all her weight backward, and he scratched the side of his nose before he stretched his arm back where’d she put it. “I’m not going to say no.”
Okay, he’d made his point that he was stronger and could escape any time he wanted to.
