“I had my cock out, I’m sure.” His gaze is hot on the movement of my hand on his shaft.
“Not yet,” I say. “First you took my arms and lashed my wrists behind my back. I was completely helpless.” At the gleam in his eye, I add, “And at your mercy. Then you took off your gloves and trailed a finger over my folds. Like you were testing how wet and ready I was.”
His chest is heaving. “Then what?”
“You rubbed the head of your cock against my *.”
I squirm. I want his hand between my legs. Shivers wash through me. He puts his hand over mine, indicating he wants my grip tighter. He sucks in a breath.
He looks gorgeous, all masculine and sweat-damp above me, his skin flushed, his thighs hugging my hips. I’m so turned on that one flick of his finger on my clit and I’d come like a rocket.
“Go on.” His voice is strained.
“Then I felt you pushing inside me,” I gasp, “and your hands gripped my ass which was still red and burning from the spanking. I felt you stretching me, filling me, but all I could see was darkness. My breasts pressed against the barrel, aching. I couldn’t move my arms. Then you started thrusting, slapping against me, making my ass burn hotter.
“I was moaning and jerking against the barrel, astonished by the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of me. I couldn’t stop my excitement, the urgency that drove higher and higher. I started pushing back against you, begging you to do it harder. Then you thrust so deep I felt it through my entire body, and that was it. I screamed and came all over your cock… oh!”
An orgasm pulses through Dean’s cock like a wave. He grunts and pushes forward into my fist, spilling over my breasts and belly. It’s a sight that has me gasping with need, but before I can say anything, he slides down and pushes my legs apart.
The instant his tongue swipes across my clit, I shatter. I clutch his head and moan as he closes his lips around me and urges every last sweet sensation from my body.
“Damn.” He heaves in a breath and crawls up the bed to lie beside me. “Those are the kind of dreams you’ve been having while I’m gone?”
“Nice, huh?” Even so, the mention of him being gone elicits a twinge of sorrow.
I push it aside, snuggling into the warmth of the sheets and the heat of his skin. My pirate captain, my gladiator, my white knight. I rub my cheek against his bare chest and stretch.
“Hungry?” he asks, skimming his hand up and down my arm.
“A little.”
He pushes out of bed, and I admire the muscular lines of his body as he tugs his pants up and goes to the kitchen. As the coffee brews, we dress and bundle up in our jackets, then take our coffee and toast out to the porch so we can watch the sun rise over the lake.
I squeeze myself into Dean’s chair, half on his lap so I can stay pressed close to his lean, strong body. The coffee is hot, steam rising in whorls, the air cold, the sun streaked with red and gold. Whitecaps ripple the surface of the lake.
We stay out until the sun is hovering over the water, then we go back inside and sink deep into the whirlpool bath, soaping each other down until we’re both breathless and wanting each other again.
I make him sit back this time, straddling his lap and easing his thick cock into me with one glide of my body. Then we’re both panting and moaning, water splashing over the sides of the bath as I move faster and harder, and Dean grips my hips and pushes up into me. I come violently, squeezing his shaft inside me as some distant part of my mind wishes this would never end.
As the day progresses, that wish intensifies. We watch a movie, leaf through some magazines, trade massages, play backgammon with a board that Dean finds in a cabinet by the bookshelf. We fool around, laugh, tickle each other, order room service, consider and quickly dismiss the idea of actually leaving the cottage.
I spend most of the day wearing Dean’s sweater vest and nothing else. After dinner, I get dressed so I can do a little striptease for him in front of the fire—even though I forgot to bring along an extra set of sexy lingerie. Still the dance doesn’t last long, as Dean growls his appreciation once before pulling me down on his lap and crushing his mouth to mine.
He fumbles with the clasp of my white bra, groaning at the sight of my bare breasts before hefting me into his arms and getting us both to the bed in three strides. I open my arms, feeling excited, happy, loved to the very center of my soul as my husband lowers himself on top of me and kisses me senseless.
CHAPTER NINE
Olivia
fter weeks of wanting, hoping, needing, now finally… it’s us again.
Spring flowers bloom from vases around the cottage, and a crackling fire burns off the chill in the air. Reddish clouds lace the mountaintops. The lake is a sheet of glass, but inside everything is coated in a golden light.