Page 10 of When There Was You
Mick lowers his head and sweeps his tongue across my taut nipple and areola, sending another jolt to my groin. When he finishes with the left, he lavishes attention on the right. My pelvis arches toward him as a low moan escapes my lips.
He drops to his knees, and this sight alone makes me shiver in anticipation…and more wet. He undoes the two strings at my hips and the last of my bikini falls away. Mick spreads my legs and dives between my thighs. I gasp as his tongue plunges into my depths and again when he sucks on the bundle of nerves pulsating from his touch.
I pant his name like a mantra. Mick, Mick,Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.
His groans of pleasure fuel mine. “God, I love the taste of you.”
Our eyes meet when he stares up at me, pupils blown, all but eclipsing the gray. “And the way you look right now, baby? Filthy. I’m never letting you off this boat.”
I’d like nothing more than to sail off into the sunset with this man and never look back.
Lust hazes my vision as he works his glorious fingers and tongue in tandem on a body he’s mastered. My orgasm rips through me, my legs shaking and buckling in its wake.
Stars appear behind my lids as Mick rides it out. Before my spasms abate, he whips me around, grabs my hips, and steadies me. He glides his tip through my drenched center, and I back toward him, begging for more.
He doesn’t make me wait, ramming his hard cock all the way in and stealing my breath. Our moans commingle then dissipate into thin air.
“Goddamn, I love how we fit, how you hug every inch.”
“Yes,” I pant. “You’re perfect.” Us together?Sublime.
He roars out his satisfaction and then gives me more. And more. And still more, fucking me like it’s our last day on earth. I relish the fullness of him, how we connect, the rightness.
The boat rocks underneath us, the sun adding heat as sweat beads on our skin. My moans and his grunts are a porn movie soundtrack, and at his mercy, I’m the sexiest woman alive. Naked. Exposed. Bound. All his to play with, and I like how he’s using me, possessing me, claiming me.
God, he’s fucking me hard. My lashed wrists wrench with his thrusts. He’s not gentle and the rope burns, but I want every ounce of carnal pleasure edged with that delicious sting.
The exquisite tension escalates. He’s close.
Give it to me. Give it all to me.
Mick grunts loudly and explodes into me, grinding his hips against my shaking legs and bucking through his release. He collapses over my back, one of his arms snaking down around my torso to stabilize us as our breathing steadies.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I rasp. “God, yes.”
Mick reaches up and easily undoes the knot, freeing my hands. Pulling me into his lap on the nearest bench seat, he holds me as we finish coming down, and I savor our connection and the comfort of being in his arms.
He lifts my chin and kisses me deeply, sharing what’s left of me on his tongue and infusing so much love with his gentle probing. He inspects my wrists. “You sure you’re alright? I didn’t hurt you?”
Through a wondrous, post-coital daze, I caress his cheek. “Not even. That was…amazing.”
His relief gives way to his one-sided smile. “Good. I’ve got lots more ideas—and rope. Especially once I get you back to my bed.” His eyes gleam, jump-starting my just sated girl parts.
“You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.” I press my lips against his.
We sunbathe, kiss, and talk more before we sail into a deserted cove for the night. We steer clear of tough topics, and it’s not difficult. Being together is effortless, every moment solidifying our love and weaving it into something stronger.
That night, rocked gently by the Pacific, we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Six
Aweek later, my heart stutters like it’s the first time ever glimpsing Mick Callahan. He’s on my doorstep in his typical faded Levi’s, a black AC/DC concert tee stretched over his muscular chest. His gray eyes, highlighted by that darker outer rim, etched indelibly in my brain.
His lips are curved into a smile, but there’s something weary in his expression. I launch myself at him, our mouths pressing together as his arms bring me closer. His breath holds traces of mint, but it’s nothing compared to his faintly salty ocean scent that follows him everywhere. I adore the entire Mick package—and I’m still thoroughly Micknotized.
He grins against my mouth when I make no effort to stop kissing him. “Can I come in or…”
