“No, I’ve changed my mind. I think sucking will achieve the result I’m looking for.”
With a roguish smile, he slid lower into the water and covered one breast with his mouth. A breath blew out of her mouth and dissolved into the steam rising from the hot tub. Ben’s tongue began a torturous assault on her nipples, licking and swirling, laving and nipping.
And, each time, the pleasure became unbearable. Each time the scrape of his teeth brought a delicious sting of pain, he sucked it away. Sucked and kissed until she gave a primitive cry and sank under the water like a lump of clay.
With a chuckle, Ben grabbed her hips and brought her up. “I think it’s time for my fingers to get involved,” he said with a decisive nod.
The bubbles from the jets restricted her from seeing his hand, but she sure as hell felt it. Felt his fingers running down her throbbing slit, felt his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.
The throbbing grew worse. “No fingers,” she choked out. “I need more.”
“I’m sorry, we haven’t reached that part of the narrative yet.” He offered an apologetic shrug and continued his exploration of her pussy.
She groaned and fumbled for the waistband of his trunks. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” He skillfully pushed her roaming hand away. “And stop interfering.”
She almost bristled at his commanding tone but the hunger swarming his gaze stopped her. It was obvious he wanted her, and for a girl who’d never been wanted all her life, she received a sense of pride from his lust-filled expression.
She also received, after just a few short minutes of his finger sliding in and out of her, an orgasm. One that made her writhe and moan and shudder so hard she sent a tidal wave crashing over the side of the hot tub.
She gasped for air, inhaling a cloud of steam that warmed her cheeks. Heat consumed her body, heat from the fire burning inside her core, from the water splashing around her and the island breeze kissing her face.
“So, now I think that—” Ben started.
“Shut up. No more talking,” she ordered, rising from the tub on unsteady feet.
“Where are you going?”
“Inside. Where I’m going to lie naked on the bed. And you’re going to follow me, and take those damn trunks off, and then we’re going to fuck each other’s brains out.” She rolled her eyes. “How’s that for a narrative?”
Ben grinned. Without a word, he hopped out of the whirlpool, pinched her bare ass, and chased her into the bungalow. As she’d promised, she stretched out on the bed, naked and wet, watching as he reached for the waistband of his swimsuit. A second later, he was gloriously nude, all tanned skin and hard muscle, and so incredibly aroused her inner muscles gave an involuntary clench.
He stood there, silent and erect, and the teasing light left his blue eyes, replaced with a narrowed look of unrestrained sexual famine. She shivered under his hot stare, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood about to be consumed whole by the big bad wolf.
And oh, was Ben Barrett bad. Bad as he sheathed himself with a condom that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Bad as he stepped toward the bed. So very bad as he lowered himself on top of her and rubbed the tip of his cock over her swollen pussy.
“Maggie,” he rasped.
She waited for him to say something more, but he didn’t. Instead, he tangled one hand in her damp hair, placed the other on her hip, and kissed her at the same time he drove deep inside her.
Her body stretched to accommodate him, and she instantly clamped her muscles over his shaft and arched her hips to bring him deeper. He groaned and dug his fingers into her waist, then slid all the way out only to pump right back in with a fast thrust.
Her eyes strayed to his biceps, where that tribal tattoo seemed to vibrate each time he flexed. Feeling unusually bold, she looped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and ran her tongue over the black design inked on his arm.
His eyes narrowed into slits. “That’s seriously hot, you know.”
“That I’m licking your tattoo?” she murmured, continuing to trace the intricate pattern with the tip of her tongue.
“Uh-huh.”
She moved her head and nibbled on his earlobe. “What about this? Is this hot?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
He stopped moving inside her, and she could feel his erection throbbing inside her unbelievably wet pussy.
“You’re close, aren’t you, Ben?” Oh man, did that throaty femme-fatale voice actually belong to her?
He responded with a mumbled expletive.
Smiling, she slid her hands down his sinewy back and grabbed his taut buttocks. “What are you waiting for then?”
“You.”
“Me what?”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me just how much you want it.” He rotated his hips and then withdrew again, his pace excruciatingly slow.
A shockwave rocked her core, causing her to squeeze his tight ass and buck against him. Suddenly she didn’t have the energy to tease or lick or prolong the inevitable.