He tore his mouth away from her chest, his eyes gleaming even in the darkness. Slowly, his fingertips glossed over the area his mouth had just set on fire and pushed the remaining strap of the dress off her shoulder. Another skate of his fingers over her chest and her dress went lower.
She knew what he was silently asking.
He lowered his mouth and slid his tongue under the edge of her dress, caressing her plump flesh, driving her to the edge of madness.
She’d never begged for anything, but somehow the urge was overwhelming right then.
With his lower hand, he bent her knee and shifted over her again.
“Mmm.”
His hand massaged her ass while his cock rocked directly over her clit. Over and over, the stimulation sent the delicious sensation deeper.
Using his teeth, he tugged at her dress, revealing her breasts. Instantly, he laid claim to her nipple.
“Unh.” She arched into the blessed warmth of his mouth, gripping his upper arms and shamelessly pulling herself into him. Everything felt so incredibly good, but God, she needed more.
“Cat, can you come like this? I want you to come.”
Maybe, but what did that mean? How far would he go?
“I have an idea,” he continued. “If you’ll trust me, I want to try something that might work.”
She wanted to trust him. She wanted him to make her come, but she wasn’t ready to risk it all. Biting the inside of her cheek, she nodded twice, fully prepared to tell him to stop.
He leveraged himself up on one arm as he bent her other leg off to the side.
She lay on the lounger in a butterfly position. Slowly, he dragged her dress over her hips, exposing her wet satin thong clinging to her sex.
“Uh—”
“Hang on, Cat. Just give me a second. We can stop if you want, but no one can see you,” he whispered.
His body blocked the view, and from what she could tell, not a soul had passed by the entire time.
He grazed a finger down the middle of her slit over her panties.
“Ah.”
“Baby, you feel so warm and wet. One day, I’ll taste you, and make you come all over my tongue.”
Oh geez. That made her want it right then. To hell with being outside.
His hand reached for his pants.
She froze. She watched him unbutton his pants and lower his zipper.
“I won’t, Cat. I promise.”
No. True to his word, he didn’t try and make love to her. Instead, he brought himself back into alignment with her nether lips. His thick cock stretched inside his soft briefs.
“Fuck, Cat.” He gently rocked up and down, his cock sliding over her slit with just two thin pieces of fabric shielding them from bare contact.
“Ohmigod. That’s incredible.” Her eyelids slammed closed.
His lips crashed down on hers, not letting his hips stop their gentle ministrations. The ridges of his cock caressed her, even through two layers of fabric, she felt all of him stimulating her clit, causing her to climb higher.
His kisses left her mouth and headed south. “Baby, take your hands and hold those gorgeous breasts for me.”
She did as he bid, offering herself to his eager mouth.
He sucked and laved at her nipples, one at a time, all while his hips gyrated over her.
God, it all felt so damn good. Her hips began to move with his rhythm.
He sucked harder and moved faster, his cock grinding against her aching clit, mimicking the act of sex.
It was hot and sexy and so insanely daring. She’d never done anything so crazy in her life. Actually, this would be the second crazy thing she’d done this week.
Never mind.
“Nicholas, don’t stop. You feel so good.”
He took her other breast in his mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple.
Her climax climbed to the surface, and after a few more of his thrusts, she exploded, the sensations radiating throughout her body. She almost screamed out, but his mouth swallowed her cry.
She rode the waves and was vaguely aware of the twitching of his cock in his own release.
He collapsed to the side of her, both of them panting in exertion.
He pushed her dress down and turned her to face him, her naked breasts pressed against his bare chest. “That was crazy good.”
“That… there are no words,” she grinned. She should be horrified at what they’d done. Absolutely mortified. But instead she felt sated and an inexplicable relaxation fell over her, a peace and calming. Like something she’d never felt before, but Lordy she wanted to feel it again and again.
Nic woke after sleeping like the dead. The night before with Cat had been nothing short of sensational. He’d gotten carried away, and knew for sure she’d jump up and run as fast as she could once she came to her senses. But praise the heavens above, she didn’t. She was so damned tempting. Nic had no control when he was around her.
Her beautiful satin-clad pussy, soaked from her arousal, had been a gorgeous sight. How easy it would have been to slide those panties aside and enter her dripping wet channel.
He wondered if she would have let him, if he’d asked. But deep inside, he was glad he’d showed restraint.
Tonight. She was ready for him. He could feel it, and he couldn’t wait.
Fuck! He’d dressed and had a flight departing for Puerto Rico in an hour but had a raging hard-on. No time to take care of that. He had to plow through.
On his way out, he stopped at the concierge desk to book parasailing for the next day and dinner that night. He set the reservation time and put a few other things into motion.
Tonight would be a night she’d remember long after leaving the island, if he had his way.
Cat spoke to the front desk receptionist after breakfast and learned that the resort property was larger than she’d realized. The receptionist explained there were walking paths that ran through the garden, along another pool and a hot tub, and snaked through the entire property. A perfect place to explore.
Although she brought her sketchbook, she had one thing on her mind—she had to call Celeste.
“Ohmigosh! How are you? How’s your vacation?”
Cat chuckled at her friend’s enthusiasm, even as her voice sounded low and groggy.
“Hey babe. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
“Don’t worry about that. Tell me what’s going on. Been on any tours? How’s the eye-candy?”
Cat meandered passed the pool and hot tub, taking in the lush tropical greenery on both sides of the path. She didn’t know where to start. “Well, first, I’m drawing a lot more. I must have sketched a dozen scenes.”
“Nice,” Cel drew out the word.
“But that’s not really the most interesting part.” Cat stopped at a stone bench and sat.
“Oh, really?”
“Um, so Tuesday, I had a massage. It was… really good.”
“What?! Are you kidding me?”
Cat could picture her friend bolting upright in her bed, her eyes bugging out of her head. “Ohmigosh, Cel, it was so fantastic. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I let a stranger touch me like that.”
“Yay you! That’s just what you needed. Way to go.”
Cat licked her lips. “There’s something else?”
“Oh. This is getting good. Let me guess, a cabana boy?”