“You feel good, wild thing,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher than before. “So damn good.”
He sent kisses trailing over my cheek to my neck. I tipped my head and clung to his wide shoulders. I’d always been a sucker for neck kisses. It was as though there was a hard wire from the skin on my neck to the core of my pussy. Suddenly I was aching with need, a real, painful swelling of want between my legs. Starving myself of sex all that time had clearly not dampened my libido, if anything it had rocketed it to sky-high levels. “Rick,” I gasped, twisting so our wet, slippery bodies connected more fully. “Please, I don’t, I can’t”
“Shh,” he soothed, his hand busy exploring the sensitive skin of my belly generating little trembles beneath the surface. “Shh, just give yourself up to me.” His mouth came back to mine. “You know you want to.”
I groaned. He’d got me. He had me.
Again.
He tucked his fingers below the waistband of my bikini bottoms and I parted my legs. My clit was buzzing, my pussy aching. I needed him to touch me there like I needed to take my next breath.
He brushed his big fingers downward, stroking through my pubic hair and just skimming over my clit. I gasped and my head fell back, only to be caught by his other palm. He pulled me closer and I felt the bikini elastic stretching as his hand journeyed farther in, sliding over slick folds of needy flesh.
My toes curled off the base of the spa and my fingernails tensed on his back. “Rick,” I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing was quite real. It was as though he’d cast a spell over me and reeled me in.
I squirmed as his thick finger found my entrance and pushed in. I lifted my leg, opening myself farther for his invasion. He groaned approvingly, added a second finger and allowed his palm to catch on my clit as he ventured higher.
The immediate fullness and stretching along with the touch where I needed it most stole my breath and my eyes fluttered shut. Every nerve in my body homed in on the glorious sensations he was creating.
“So perfect,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “You feel so perfect for me.”
I moaned an agreement as his hand began to work quickly but methodically, fingers inside me, the heel of his hand rubbing and caressing my clit. He didn’t waste time, he just got busy, searching for my orgasm, building it up, coaxing it from me. It was growing in the pit of my stomach and spreading outward, and as he brought me nearer I felt it rushing and prickling over my skin. He took me so high, almost to my release then stopped.
“Rick,” I managed, clawing at him and riding his hand for more. “Please.”
“So you want your dessert after all?”
“Yes, yes, oh god, please.” My voice was whiny and desperate even to my own ears. Where the hell has astute, independent, celibate, businesswoman Dana Wilcox gone?
He caught my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss, thrusting his tongue in time with his clever fingers. My mind turned white—white and hot with neon flashes. “Ah, ah, yes,” I panted around his lips. “Please, keep going.”
He pushed into me harder, faster, stroking my G-spot, catching my clit. I cried out again, intense pleasure racing through me. My ears rang and my body trembled as I teetered on the edge of climax for several long, blissful seconds.
Then I crashed down, completely overtaken by my orgasm, my pussy convulsing around his fingers and a sob tearing from my throat. It seemed to go on forever, shaking and pulsing, releasing my desire. It was consuming, he was consuming. I gripped his body, gasped for oxygen and my thighs clamped around his expert hand.
His mouth left mine and I opened my eyes. It took me a second to focus on his chocolate gaze.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he said quietly, his eyes searching my face, his hands and arms still tight on me, in me.
I dragged in a breath and felt a tear slip from the corner of my left eye—a single drop of regret for what could have been.
“Hey, babe, what’s up?” His brow creased and he caught the tear with the tip of his thumb. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. He hadn’t hurt me, he’d made me feel amazing. No one else had ever affected me the way he did.
“So what is it?” He slipped his hand out of my bikini bottoms and rested it firmly in the small of my back, pulling me closer to him in the chugging bubbles and allowing his steely erection to push into my belly.
My face got hot, there was a tightening in my throat. It was all very well him saying I was perfect and encouraging me to hand myself over to him, but if he ever found out about my past, about old Dana and her reckless ways, would he still want me, still think I was right for him? I very much doubted it. My past couldn’t be brushed off as a quick mistake. I had lived that way for years.