“Yes,” I said and the last of his reserves broke. He whipped my tiny panties off me, and I didn’t even know where they went because I was too busy watching him strip out of his pants and underwear in one go. I was too busy taking in the mouthwatering sight of his cock straining and proud.
I reached for him. I wanted him over me, but instead, he fell to his knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders so he could do what I’d seen in his eyes. His mouth was hot and hungry and pulled at a dark yearning in me I didn’t know was there. I wanted him. I wanted to give myself to him, all of him. I was turned inside out by his tongue until I was hit by an orgasm so shocking and sudden that my back bowed up off the bed. I screamed. He licked me and gave me kitten kisses until I came down, and then, he crawled up onto the bed with me, laying on his side and grinning like the cat that got the canary.
“That's what I wanted to do,” he said.
I was still speechless. The words had fled my tongue, so I gasped a breathless laugh and slid my hand around his head to make him kiss me. I could taste myself on him, and our mingled scent was unbearably erotic. More. I wanted more. “Fuck me, Jack,” I said against his lips, and a moan broke in his throat.
“I want to do that, too.” He rolled over and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. I took it from him, though, before he could put it on, and instead, I grabbed his cock and squeezed. Then I bent and took him into my mouth, wanting him to feel the way I had. I sucked him and played with him until he groaned.
“No more, Mona, please. I’m about to explode. I want to be inside you.”
I nodded and rolled the condom on before straddling him and sliding down onto him. We both moaned with how good it felt, and then, I was riding him—and riding him hard. He drove me wild, so wild. I couldn’t recall anything like this in my life at all. I wanted to throw every barrier wide and give him parts of me I’d never shown anyone else, ever.
“It’s okay, Mona,” he was saying, his hands gentle on my thighs, on my hips, on my waist. “Shh, baby. It’s okay; I’ve got you.”
I came to the realization that I was whimpering, that this feeling of need, of a desire to . . . I didn’t know what, but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t get there. Something in me wouldn’t let me, and I nearly wanted to cry with frustration.
“No baby. Don’t cry.” He sat up and kissed tears I hadn’t known I was crying from my cheeks.
“Jack…” I said and I didn’t know if it was a plea or an apology.
“It’s okay; trust me, baby.” He kissed me deep, and it was like breathing. Only I hadn’t realized that I had never had a full breath of air before. He flipped me over so I was cradled on the mattress, and he hovered over me, elbows on either side of my head supporting him. “Let’s take it slow, okay? Don’t reach for it—let me give it to you.”
I nodded, still without words, and held onto him, as if he was the only way I could keep from drowning. He kissed me then, deep and wet, and moved in me, as if every millimeter was the journey of our lives. So slow, so steady, so good. I felt my tension slide away into a joy that bubbled up from inside. My head fell back on the pillows and I moaned.
“Good?” I could only nod. “Good, good. Let’s slow it down even more.”
I found a word. “Nnno . . .”
“Yes.”
I dragged my eyes open to him smiling at me, the smug bastard. God, I loved him. And as the impact of those words broke over me and the panic started to rise in me again, he shifted us onto our sides, pulled my top leg up over his ribs, and began to roll his hips into me.
His cock inside me touched new places that set off sparks behind my eyes, and I couldn’t stop the sounds of complete ecstasy rising from me. I didn’t know how long it went on, excruciating, endless pleasure, until he finally, finally pressed his fingers to my clit and plunged deep. I screamed my release and everything went white as he pounded into me, weak with the shudders from the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
I don’t know where I went. All I know is that I came back to myself with Jack whispering endearments into my ear as his hot breath made me feel tingles all over.
“Baby,” he whispered, “sweetness, honey, darling, love. Mona, my mona.”
And it scared me so much how right it felt. We lay together. I was half on top of him and half off, just waiting for my heart beat to stop racing and realizing that it wasn’t going to stop, because this . . . this was not just a simple fuck.
It was dangerous.
He must have sensed something because he buried his fingers in my hair. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, heart still racing, but I’d gotten my breathing under control. “Yeah, no. That was awesome, Jack. Really.” I searched for a word that could be true while not letting him know how I had been shaken to my core. “Really awesome sex. You are amazing in bed.”
He blinked and I ignored the flash of pain in his eyes as I pecked a kiss on his lips and jumped up from the bed. He rolled over onto his back and propped his head up with his hands while I searched around the room for my clothes, practicing my deep breathing because I was running on the edge of getting ready to hide or getting ready to break into tears, and I couldn’t let him know because either way, it meant this was bigger than I was comfortable with.
“Yeah,” he said, steady and calm. “You’re amazing, too. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” He paused and I got ready for something big. But all he said was, “we should do it again sometime.”
I let out a breath of relief because, yes. He was on the same page as me. Hot sex with someone you trust? What’s wrong with that? Mutually assured orgasms. Perfect. Nothing more. I was an independent woman in charge of my own body and sexuality, and I could just let this be sex. Just sex. No emotions. Not expectations. Right? Right. “You know,” I said, independent woman-like, “we have all weekend. What happens in the Virgin Islands stays in the Virgin Islands, right?”
This time he sat up a bit, bracing his elbows behind him. “Right.” I couldn’t get a read on his expression or his voice. “We have all weekend.”
“Where the hell did my underwear go?” I stopped in my semi frantic search, and he raised one eyebrow, the rest of him reclining on the smooth white sheets, perfect and tanned and toned and naked. And enticing. We had all weekend, right? It was just sex, right? “You know what? Who needs underwear? Wanna go skinny dipping in that lap pool on the deck?”
He blinked slowly, and then, before I could react, he leaped up from the bed and wrapped me up in his arms. “Yep,” he said. “We’re not done here, but let’s take a swim as an interlude.”
I sighed in relief. Just sex. No emotions. He kissed me, deep and hot, and then swept me up into his arms. I could appreciate all his bulging muscles because he had no clothes on. He carried me into the pool, where we floated and kissed, and in rather a short time, found other ways to mutually pleasure each other.
This would be okay. This would all be okay. This weekend and then it would be done. That’s all.
I knew I was lying to myself.
Chapter Ten: Jack