He toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks and shirt, leaving everything in a pile on the floor.
Her hands skated over his chest, stomach, and down to his cock.
He loved her touching him, but he was too close to blowing his wad—he had to stop her. He leaned down to claim one of her hard pink nubs, drawing it into his mouth.
She mewled.
He drew in the other nipple, loving how responsive her nipples were. He’d remember that.
With an arm around her waist, he backed up to the bed, slowly lowered her, and slid her to the center of the mattress—his mouth on hers one last time before he headed for his destination.
His kisses traveled from her succulent breasts to her smooth stomach to the little piece of fabric called panties. “These are pretty,” he murmured over her mound, laying a kiss directly on top.
“Unh. I just bought them.”
He peered up at her.
Her lips curled at the corners. “For you.”
That pleased him. He smiled and glanced down again. Now to try and push just a bit more.
He hooked two fingers under the white confection, and as she raised her hips, he drew the panties down her legs, careful to leave on her high heels. Then taking her right leg, bending it, he placed her foot on the bed out to the side.
Her eyes went wide, and she swallowed.
He proceeded to the left leg, repeating the process.
She lay before him, legs bent and open, naked save for her shoes. A pale brown strip of hair led him exactly where he wanted to feast.
He rubbed a hand over his aching, hard-as-steel dick. “Fuck, Cat. You look so delectable.” He knelt on the bed between her legs, leaning down to kiss her.
She clasped the back of his neck, kissing him with equal vigor.
Damn! How he wanted to fuck her.
He whispered over her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you. When I’m done I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I want to feel you around me when I come. I have a condom.”
She didn’t hesitate and nodded. Her beautiful eyes were a deep emerald color.
He rose, whipped off his underwear, and retrieved a condom from the nightstand. One last glance, he saw her sweet cream spilling from her pussy. Kneeling down, he took her pussy like a man who hadn’t eaten in a decade.
“Unh,” she cried out.
Ah fuck, his girl was ready to come again.
He licked up her center, over and around her clit, toying with the tiny bud, then poked into her channel.
“Nicholas.”
He ate her while her hips gently rocked beneath him. He amped up his pressure and speed, and less than a minute later, she was coming.
“Ah, Nicholas. Ah.”
Oh, yes, baby.
She squirmed some more, and when he knew she was done, he sheathed his aching dick with a condom.
“Please, Nicholas.” Her outstretched arms reached for him.
“You got it, baby.” He knelt on the bed, one arm lifting her waist, and dove into her slick, hot pussy.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she bowed off the bed and moaned.
He didn’t know how long he would last, but he could probably be ready for round two in a few minutes. His thrusts were deep and long, and he could see her clamped lips preventing her from screaming out. He wanted to hear her, but maybe next time. He rammed once more before blasting through the walls he’d fortified for the last thirty minutes.
He growled and collapsed over her warm body, panting into her shoulder. Once their breathing returned, he walked to the bathroom and pitched the condom.
He returned to find Cat exactly as he’d left her. That made him smile. There was so much he knew he could show her, so much he could bring out of her. Not to be egotistical about it. No, this was about pure joy and mutual satisfaction.
Clasping one ankle at a time, he removed her sexy heels, then yanked a sheet over them as he lay beside her.
She turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink, smiling.
“Cat, I understand if you want to go back to your room, but I would love to have you stay. Stay the whole night. If it’s all right with you, I want to do that again.”
Her smile widened. “I would like to do that again, but later I should go back to my room.”
“Okay, I can walk you whenever you’re ready. I’m going to get our drinks.”
He walked outside, naked—but who the fuck really cared?—and carried back in their glasses. “Tomorrow, we have parasailing at ten a.m.”
She sat up, drinking nearly half of what remained.
He chuckled. “You nervous?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t be, it’ll be great.” He tried reassuring her with a pat on her thigh. If she could trust him enough to let go, his safe, cautious Cat was in for a treat—tomorrow and the rest of her stay here. She could take a chance on some fun and forget about the asshole who’d cheated on her. Well, forget about him if Nic had any say on the matter.
She and Nicholas were next to go up in the parasail. Her heart slammed into her ribs.
“What scares you?” He looked at her with amused concern in his eyes.
“It’s like I’m a kite. Any kite I ever had just did a nosedive.”
He smiled. “Well, that’s not gonna happen here. Balloons and parasails act differently than kites.”
She tried thinking of a good excuse to bail. Really she’d been thinking about an excuse since he’d brought up the idea the prior day. She didn’t want to chicken out, but this activity didn’t seem very safe. Her palms grew sweaty.
“Don’t overthink it,” he leaned in, whispering in her ear. “It’ll be great.”
A crew member in a bright yellow shirt clicked the last buckle on her life jacket, then he instructed them to sit at the back of the boat. More buckling happened.
Nicholas squeezed her hand. “I’ll be great, babe.”
They were given some final instructions, but all Cat could do was try and breathe as she gripped the straps holding her to the canopy.
“Ready?” the guy asked, and Nicholas nodded.
It all happened so fast. The air simply pulled them off the back of the boat as they lifted higher into the sky, the boat racing forward in the water.
“Ah!” she cried out, watching the distance grow between her and the boat, feeling nothing beneath her.
They climbed higher and faster.
“Ohmigosh! I am really high. We’re really high. Our boat is so tiny.”
Nicholas grinned at her.
“Okay. I’m okay. We’re just gonna float along… above the earth.” She inhaled, and glanced at him. “How are you so calm?”
“This is exciting, isn’t it? Look out at the horizon.”
As they climbed higher and finally stopped, Cat scanned everything below. Every boat seemed so small, the vastness of the blue ocean stretched below them. She could see buildings, but cars and people were much harder.
After her heartrate slowed, she could appreciate the view. The wondrous earth that lay before their eyes. Moments like this showed her just how small she was, a tiny drop in a massive bucket.
“Cool, isn’t it?”
She nodded, unable to find the energy to make her mouth move. It was empowering and humbling at the same time being this high above the ground. If she felt so small, why weren’t her problems so small too? Wishful thinking.