Taking me by surprise, the bite of ice moves along my bottom lip and his weight moves over me, not touching my skin. The ice moves down my sternum, my abdomen, down to the top of my sex. My hips rise and the ice travels back up my body. It’s gone. Then back, circling the end of my breast in time to the slow, heady sound filling my ears. My lips part; my mouth dries. The ice travels my skin, goosebumps prickling over my limbs, and circles my other breast, the cold stinging the tip.
My breathing becomes heavy. I try to find him with my legs and fail.Where are you?
The ice is gone and his weight moves off the mattress. I open my eyes beneath the belt and find only blackness. The track clicks over to Radiohead’s ‘Everything in its Right Place.’ I tug my arms; they’re still restrained. The not knowing, the suspense, has me writhing and aching to have him.
His weight is back, resting either side of my head. Champagne bubbles trickle into my mouth and I swallow, yearning for more. Wet, warmed brut is released in a line down my chest, my abdomen, my navel.
My hips jerk as effervescence caresses my clit and falls between my labia. His hands finally touch me, forcing my legs apart before his mouth sucks and his tongue laps up champagne from my pulsing centre.
He drinks alcohol from my belly button and licks a line up my chest. His hands grab my breasts and he grinds his hard cock against me.
This. This is what I’ve signed up to for the rest of my life.
He lifts my hips and crashes into me on a bark that I hear over the music. He takes me hard, just as he promised, and holds me up onthatangle as he hammers into me. His thumb rubs my clit, circling with the music. The assault on my senses and the force of him reaching the end of me send a rippling orgasm through my body. My hands fist around the wool belt as my mind fogs with images of his naked body kneeling between my legs.
He doesn’t let me come down; he flips me onto my front and pulls up my hips so I’m on my knees, hands down on the mattress, arse exposed.
‘I said every part of you.’ His words are drenched in desire and I want nothing more than to sate him.
His knees part mine and he presses his huge shaft between my arse cheeks, making sure I feel him there. He pushes two fingers into my drenched sex and draws the moisture back to my arse.
‘You need to relax.’
I nod, gripping the belt at my wrists, and my legs drop further apart.
I’ve never done this. But I want it.
‘Good girl.’
He reaches out and I hear him click open a lid. I gasp as cold gel touches my hole. He moves it around, preparing me. I’m nervous, anxious. But the feel of his fingers, slick through the lube, dipping inside me, it has me rolling my hips, shocked by how much I want him to claim this part of me.
He parts my cheeks wider and pushes gently, until his tip is just inside. I feel myself stretching and realise he’s started to move again. It’s strange but… okay.
‘Relax, baby.’
I breathe out the air I’ve been holding as he eases himself into me.
‘Fuck, that’s tight.’
It hurts at first and I don’t know if I like it. But the pain passes and I’m more acutely aware of him than ever before. The shape and size of his length. I groan, surprised by the pleasure I feel. His fingers move back to my sex, his thumb to my tight knot, torturing my body, assaulting me as he moves himself, sliding until he’s fully inside.
In a way I couldn’t have imagined, I feel like I belong to him. Like he’s taken something I’ve never shared or wanted to share with anyone else. Only him.
I push my hips back, wanting more of the new kind of pleasure. The physical and the emotional. He moves slowly in and out of me, his fingers and cock working together in time to the music, sending my head into a trip.
His cock thickens and his rhythm builds slowly, his moves taking me to a crescendo. ‘Not yet,’ he growls. My erratic breaths come thick and fast as he increases his pace. ‘Fuck, Scarlett. I’m there, baby.’
I scream his name into the mattress and shatter. The biggest orgasm I’ve ever had rips through my body, my limbs weightless, my pelvis bucking, my head in a frenzy. He yanks my hips back and continues to crash into me until his release comes and I feel each spurt, my greedy muscles flexing in response.
He pulls out slowly, an alien feeling I don’t enjoy, and collapses us both on the mattress. His hands move immediately to my wrists, releasing me, then he takes the belt from my eyes. With one arm around my waist, he rolls us onto his back, nuzzling my neck, kissing my skin gently.
‘I can’t believe I get this forever.’
I wrap my arms around his and interlace our fingers. I can’t speak but I can make him feel how much I adore him. Any way. Every way. Always.
12
Gregory pulls us into the port in a rental Porsche. An unnecessary extravagance to get from the airstrip in St Maarten to the harbour but I guess when money is no object…
