Fire is whirling in my veins, setting every part of me alight. I want to be devoured by him. “I want it. I want you.”
“Good girl,” he mutters, sucking a nipple over my dress as he runs one hand up and over my front then back down the middle, splaying fingers to touch as much of me as he can. “Fuck, I’m obsessed with your body, Sara. It’s all I can think about…”
He pauses, pressing a kiss to my belly, moving lower. His long, strong fingers run over my thighs, squeezing and pressing them upwards so I’m forced to bend my knees, leaving myself exposed for him.
I gasp again as his mouth travels, his right hand releasing my thigh, leaving behind little imprints, as he strokes me over my lace-trimmed knickers.
His eyes dart back to mine as he teases me in exactly the right spot. I hum as the heated sensation races up my spine.
I swear I feel it in my ears.
His lips return, nudging the material out of the way as he runs his tongue over my clit. He nudges one finger inside ofme, that bitten-off groan escaping him again. “Look at you. You’re so ready,” he breathes. “Is this all for me?”
I feel like I should be embarrassed but I’m not.
His warm tongue runs over me again and I curve my back reflexively. I usually take a minute to settle into it, but the hazy, brilliant sensations are already rocking through me. He adds a second finger, finding my biting point, massaging it so that every time his tongue finds my clit, I swear I’m going to come undone.
And then he takes it away, adding to that swell, that pressure.
I roll my head back, lift my thighs. I couldn’t serve myself more freely.
I tug on his hair.Here, I think.Put your head here. Kiss me here.
But he’s too strong, too focused. Instead, he uses his hand around my thigh, to tug me closer to his mouth and I watch him practically feast on me, mouth open, eyes on me, a daring look that has my core coiling.
I release his head to run my fingers over his toned, rigid back and he returns his focus to my clit. It’s unfair. If we’re doing this, and it appears we most certainly –ahh– are! Then I want time to explore him too.
He ups the pressure with his fingers, and I curse at the ceiling, unbothered that there could be prying ears on the yacht. I hope they enjoy the performance. Gus’s lips venture away from my centre, pressing damply on my inner thighs, nibbling there so I can’t help but squirm.
“Sara, you’re too close. I’m not done with you yet. You’re doing so well.”
“Please,” I whimper.
“Beg again and you’re going to finish me.”
This girl loves a challenge. “Please, Gus.Please. I want you to make me come.”
He groans, dropping his head onto my stomach, kissing me there, breathing me in. He uses his tongue like a brush, licking all the sea water from my body.
“Please.”
He huffs a groan, kisses lower, slower, teasing. When he finally reaches my clit again, he doesn’t hold back, his fingers work me until I’m swollen and gasping for it. He sucks, kisses, licks and bites until I’m tugging his hair like it’s the only thing stopping me from floating off into the sky.
“You’re delicious,” he says as he works his body between my legs. We kiss there for a moment until he laughs, fidgeting uncomfortably. It occurs to me that he’s still wearing his wet chinos.
“I need to change,” he says, kissing my nose. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
Well, ok.
I’m nothing if not a whore for a bossy, sexy man. I do as I’m told, as he slides his arms underneath me and scoops me up. He places me down on the bed, still soaked through and kisses me softly.
“I’m going to get dressed. Be good and stay here.”
“Yes, sir.”
Barely two minutes pass and he’s back, topless, dry sweat shorts and a pleased glint in his eye to find me still lying exactly where he left me.
I’m aware the sheets will be damp from lying in them but I’m also riding the steadying waves of endorphins, my limbs heavy and lazy.
