My heart pounds against my ribs, my body already burning where his touch lingers.
His hand wraps around my neck as he guides me backward through the water to a shallower part of the lagoon. When the backs of my thighs press against the edge of smooth rock, he pauses, breaking the kiss just long enough to meet my gaze. His storm-grey eyes are dark, half-lidded with desire as he lifts me by my waist and sets me on the flat stone, which is large enough for me to recline on. Mist from the waterfall covers us in a moist, lingering cloud.
He hovers over me, his gaze roaming over my wet chemise. Soaking wet and thin, it reveals my pebbled nipples and the curves of my breasts. He runs his fingers down my chest, his thumb grazing my nipples as he continues down to the waistband of my underwear. I lift my ass slightly as he slips them off and places them on the rock surface beside me. When he takes a step back, I whimper. The water ripples, coming up to his thighs, and I can clearly see the outline of his hard cock through the material of his underwear.
“Come back,” I say, resting on my elbows on the stone.
There’s a smirk on his face that tells me he has plans. “First, touch yourself.”
My pulse races even faster.
His eyes are still on me as he removes the rest of his clothes and tosses them to land beside my discarded dress. The mist causes droplets of water to trickle down the sculptured muscles of his chest and abdomen. I almost forgot about his tattoo, and when I take in the beauty of the inked design, remembering he picked that design for me, I melt for him. Heat quickly gathers at my core.
“Did you hear me, little pirate? Start with your breasts.” He wraps a hand around the shaft of his cock and gives it a stroke. “Show me how much you like those nipples pinched.”
My chest is heaving as I glide my hands over the swell of my breasts and finger my nipples through the wet material of my chemise. I arch my back and part my lips as my thumbs and forefingers close around the hardened peaks and give them a pinch and a roll.
He strokes himself as he watches, his teeth dragging over his bottom lip. “Yeah, just like that. Are you getting wet for me, Highness?”
“Yes.” My voice is a rasp.
“Open your legs,” he demands. “I want to see.”
I do as he says, feeling a tingle in my stomach as he instructs me. I’m on full display for him, and I shudder at the way his lids get heavy.
He takes one step closer, his gaze drawn between my legs as he continues to stroke himself. It’s wicked torture. “You’re more than just wet, Princess. Your pussy is soaked for my cock.”
I writhe. “Then come give it want it wants.”
“Only good girls get what they want, little pirate. Are you a good girl?”
“Yes.” I lick my lips, following the rhythm of his fist moving up and down his shaft. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel you. I want you inside me.” My arousal is flooding me. “My pussy needs you.”
“Touch it for me. Show me how much your pussy wants to berubbed.” I let out an impatient moan as I move my hands over the bottom curves of my breasts and splay my hands down my stomach. When my fingers slip through my wetness, my hips buck forward.
“Nice and slow,” he says. “Tease your clit, and imagine my mouth on you.”
I rub at the bundle of nerves, wishing it was him. “I’m imagining it’s you,” I say in a whispered voice. “I want it to be your tongue.”
“You want me to taste you, Highness? You want me to devour that dripping, wet pussy of yours?”
“Gods, yes.” The pressure is building, hot and frantic, and I don’t know how much more I can stand. “I want you to feast on me like you’re starving.”
“Iamstarving, Highness. I’m starving for the taste of your arousal. I want it all over my lips and my tongue. I want it to fill my mouth as you scream my name.” His hand moves a little faster, and I can see the precum glistening at his tip. “Now put a finger inside. Imagine it’s my aching cock.”
I bite my lip, sliding my finger down to my entrance and then slowly pushing it inside. He lets out a growl as he watches me, his breathing speeding up. I pump it in and out, and then, without him instructing me to, I slip another finger in.
“Fuck.” He comes closer, resting his free hand on my thigh. “Taste it. Tell me how you taste, little pirate.”
I slip my fingers out and bring my hand up to my lips, keeping my eyes on him as I open my mouth and wrap my lips around my fingers. I slide them out slowly with a moan.
“Yeah?” he asks with a deep voice. “That good?”
“Mm-hmm. But don’t just take my word for it.” I spread my legs wider, my knees falling to the sides. “Try it for yourself.”
