Ryan flips a switch on my dildo, making the silicone “rabbit” at its base begin swirling rapidly across my clit and, just as my entire body begins jolting in response to this new stimulation, I feel Ryan’s finger sliding inside my ass. Or, wait. That’s not Ryan’s finger.
I yelp.
“Breathe,” Ryan says into my ear. “Take a deep breath.”
I do as I’m told and he slides himself farther inside me.
One more deep breath and he’s all the way in and gently moving inside me. Holy shit, I’ve never been this filled up before. Not like this. A vibrating dildo up my wahoo and a dick up my ass? Jesus God, I’m dying of pleasure.
I make a sound like a dying buffalo and clutch the table in front of me and, just when I think I can’t take any more stimulation, Ryan flips the vibrator to “high.”
“Good?” he gasps, his voice strained.
I open my mouth to reply, but a lightning bolt of pure ecstasy shoots through me, thwarting my words, and then an orgasm like nothing I’ve felt before shatters me—an orgasm so devastating to my system, it causes fluid to gush out of me and spray around the dildo. My thighs are covered in my own wetness. I’m a dam breaking.And it feels so good.
Immediately, Ryan pulls the dildo out of me, kneels behind me, and begins suckling every drop of fluid off my folds, clit, and thighs—licking and slurping and eating me with so much fervor, I truly feel on the verge of passing out.
My knees wobble and I clutch the table like a lifeline, moaning and baying at the outrageous pleasure he’s gifting me. After a few moments of being eaten like I’m made of the finest chocolate, I come again, this time much more humanely than last time, though pleasurable nonetheless.
At the sound of my obvious climax, Ryan stands and scoops my sweaty, tortured body into his strong arms and carries me toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna let you suck my dick in the shower, Samantha. And after that I’m gonna tie you up and fuck your tits.”
“Ay, ay, Captain,” I breathe. I bite his pierced nipple. “Whatever you say, Captain. Anything. Everything.I’m all yours.”
56
Tessa
Ilie in bed next to Ryan, looking at his sleeping face in the moonlit room, the calming sounds of the ocean wafting through the window of my room.
When I texted Ryan to meet me in the bar and introduce himself as “Ulysses” this evening, I’d craved one thing: a wild night like nothing I’d experienced before. And, by God, that’s exactly what Ryan delivered to me on a silver platter, without me needing to explicitly explain my desires to him.He just knew.
Oh my God, Ryan was on fire. The dirty-talk. The hair-pulling and spanking. The way he tied me up and commanded me like he owned me. All of it conspired to send me to erotic places I’ve never visited before.
I must admit, I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who’d get off on all that kind of stuff. Outside of the heat of the moment, I’d have thought being treated that way would upset me or at least make me roll my eyes, but, holy hell, in the moment, when Ryan and I were both feeling so uninhibited and free to explore our deepest fantasies, when we were both completely untethered from caring what society or anyone else might think, and instead cared only about ourselves and our deepest desires, I found Ryan’s complete domination of my body and mind to be nothing short of electrifying.
And the cherry on top of our electrifying sundae? When Ryan untied me and held me close and whispered softly, “You’re perfect, Tessa,” which, of course, elicited my surprising but honest reply: “So are you.”
And now, as Ryan sleeps, his beautiful face drenched in moonlight, I’m suddenly wide awake after only a few hours of sleep, body aching in the most delicious way... and my mind freaking the fuck out.
Holy shit.No.I’m suddenly realizing something rather disturbing: I think there’s a very good chance I’ll never again be able to have sex with a man without feeling deeply disappointed he’s not Ryan Ulysses Morgan. What other man on this planet couldpossiblydo me even half as well as Captain Morgan does? What other man would understand exactly what my body wants, even when I don’t understand it myself?
For some reason, as I lie in this darkened room and stare at Ryan’s beautiful face in the moonlight, I suddenly know in my bones Ryan Ulysses Morgan is the only man in the world capable of getting me off to my body’s fullest potential. And that realization—that I might have bought myself an entire lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction with my future partners, all in the name of experiencing one short week in heaven—is a very troubling thought, indeed.
57
Tessa
“So I guess it goes without saying you’re gonna continue seeing Ryan when you get back to Seattle?” Charlotte asks.
I’m lying in bed naked and alone, my phone pressed against my ear, the ocean beyond my French doors glimmering in the late morning light, my body still humming from Samantha and Ulysses’ delicious, filthy, unforgettable night. Of course, the minute Ryan left to shower and dress in his room this morning, I called Charlotte and gave her an update on the week, sexual and otherwise.
“No,” I reply. “Seattle’s not gonna happen. ‘What happens in Maui stays in Maui.’ That was our deal. It’s the only reason I’ve been able to let loose with Ryan so completely—because I know there’s no future for us.”
“But... huh? Honey, haven’t you been listening to yourself? It sounds like you’re both falling in love.”
“Because we’re in paradise. We don’t have a care or responsibility or stress in the world in this place. Of course, itfeelslike we’re both perfect people and a perfect match, but it’s not real.”
“Oh my God. You’re insane. There’s a reason I’ve been calling you Crazy Girl since eighth grade.”
