Making Waves

Lush Curves 3: Making Waves (A BBW Erotic Romance)

By Delilah Fawkes

Aolani

I spent the day avoiding Gavin Fletcher, even though I couldn’t shake the smile on my face. The last thing I needed was the whole crew to know I slept with him, especially since we were all stuck together on his yacht for God knows how long.

But even as I
chatted with Thomas about what kind of equipment he used on his shoots, my mind kept drifting back to the bedroom below deck where I’d spent the night, the feel of Gavin’s warm skin beneath my cheek, the touch of his chest hair beneath my fingertips. The way my body still ached sweetly, reminding me of what we’d done together. What he’d done to me with those strong hands and sweat-covered body.

I’d snuck out of the cabin before he woke, only to see him in the kit
chen an hour later, making coffee for everyone. He smiled when he saw me, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that made my heart squeeze in my chest, and I gave him a grin in return. Instead of staying, I'd grabbed coffee and followed Sandra on deck, trying my hardest to look nonchalant.

I wasn't the kind of girl who slept with the boss, and I certainly didn't want rumors to start flying before we even hit land.

Just keep your cool like it’s any other day at the office. Even if your office is a luxury yacht and your boss is a smoldering Scotsman whose clothes you can’t wait to rip off again tonight…

I
swore, and leaned over the railing, trying to clear my head, when I heard the captain’s gravelly voice through the deck's speakers.

"We'
re coming up on Providenciales, everyone. We should be arriving within the next half hour. Jorge, prepare for docking."

I strained my eyes, the salt air blowing my hair back over my shoulders as I looked for the green dot of land we'd be making our home for the next few days. I wondered if it would remind me of home, or if I'd feel out of place somehow--a refuge
e on an island full of mansions and millionaires.

We'd never had a beachfront anything, but my family had always made the ocean a center point in our lives, a place where we played and laughed together, a place where my cousins and I would horse around after school to keep oursel
ves out of trouble, and relax each weekend.

My grandmothe
r was the one who taught me to swim after my parents passed away, and every time I dipped into the warm water, I remembered her strong hands holding me as I practiced my stroke. I smiled, hoping that no matter what lay ahead, it would be familiar enough that I'd feel her with me. Her hands guiding me as I ventured into oceans unknown.

Thinking about her made this whole bizarre
adventure a little bit less intimidating. After all, my family name Kahale meant “the house.” I always like to think that meant I take my home with me wherever I go, and the people in it. With that strength behind me, I certainly could handle whatever came my way.

In the distance, I saw a strip of greenery, and noticed the ocean changing color as we neared
the island—the deep blue-green melting and shifting into turquoise, dotted with the dark shadow of coral reefs as far as the eye could see. There was a sparkle of white near the shore, and as we drew near, I saw it was a mansion, the white columns glistening in the sun, nestled back into the lush foliage of Turks and Caicos.

It was breathtaking.

***

I was acutely aware of Gavin’s hand on my back as he guided me into the foyer of his island home. To say it was nothing like my Grandma’s place would be the understatement of the year.

Sweeping bamboo floors stretched through an open entryway, a gorgeous rotunda with giant wooden beams drawing my eyes upward. Dark wooden furniture popped against white woven rugs and upholstery, Polynesian-style decor tying it all together with carvings in the shape of palm leaves decorating the walls.

“And I thought the yacht was impressive…”
I muttered under my breath.

Gavin’s low chuckle let me know he’d heard. “It’s not much, but it’s my home away from home.”

He guided me through the mansion, pointing out the state-of-the-art kitchen and open-air breakfast porch, the wet bar, wine storage, and the infinity pool and spa outside surrounded by wrought-iron torches, before finally guiding me upstairs to the bedrooms. I heard the crew rustling with their equipment down the hall, but then we turned a corner, and we were utterly alone.

“There are four master suites,” he said, pushing open a dark, wooden door. “This is yours if you’d like it.”

I wandered into the room, spellbound by the view of the ocean out of the panoramic porch spanning the entire front half. It looked like you could close it off during storms, but otherwise, everything was open, the sound of the ocean a soothing melody surrounding us. 

He cleared his throat. “But of course I’d be happy t
o have you sleep in mine. If you’d like.”

The door clicked shut behind me, and I turned to him, color rising on my cheeks.
Truth be told, I’d been afraid to ask. I wanted him more than anything, but wasn’t sure how much space to give, especially considering our work colleagues would be sharing the house with us.

His hands on my arms stilled the voice in my head, heat creeping up my body at his touch.

“So? What do you think?” He grinned at me, his eyes twinkling.

“About the room or… about you?” I grinned back.

His pupils darkened as his eyes bored into mine, and I felt the air crackling between us.

“Both,” he said.

Our lips met before I could think, his strong hands sweeping me up, crushing me to him, pushing my doubts away, out of the room, to drown in the ocean waves sliding up and down the shore below.

I clung to him as his tongue ran over my lips, openi
ng my mouth to him with a whimper. He kissed me harder, his hands running down my back to grip my ass firmly, squeezing me as he pulled me closer. There was a throb between my legs that couldn’t be ignored, a hot pulsing matching the beat of my heart, now racing as our breathing quickened together.

He broke the kiss with a gasp. “Fuck
…”

I could feel him hardening against me, feel the heat from him as he pressed his erection into my belly. His hand found my breast and kneaded it, making me cry out as his thumb brushed my taut nipple.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Please…”

He ground against me, his teeth nipping at my neck. “I want you, Aolani,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need you.
Now
.”

I nodded, helpless to resist, my own body responding in kind, my need on fire for him. Logically, I knew everyone was just down the hallway, that Thomas and Sandra were just a few meters away packing for the afternoon photo
shoot.

There was a thud as someone dropping a piece of equipment, then a muffled curse.

Gavin turned to the doorway, then back to me, his eyes pained. There was a brief moment of hesitation, then he reached back and snapped the lock shut.

“We’ll have to be quick,” he said. “And quiet. Can you do that?”

I pressed my lips together and nodded.

With that, his mouth met mine again, urgent and rough, both of us coming together, desperate for one another. I groaned,
then stifled a giggle as Gavin shushed me.

“Be quiet, lass, or I’ll have to gag you,” he whispered, slipping a hand beneath the bottom of my sundress.

His fingers grazed my panties, lingering on the wet spot already forming. He let out a soft hiss. I pressed my thighs together, my pussy tingling at his touch. God, but I wanted to tear his clothes off and ride that beautiful cock of his, screaming and moaning as I came again and again… but there was no time, and this most
certainly
wasn’t the place.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, and hiked my skirt up, trailing hot kisses over my leg, leading to my inner thigh. I mewled, his
stubbled chin scratching my skin in a way that made me even wetter.

“I have to taste you,” he breathed.

Then, before I could worry or doubt or care, his mouth was on me, suckling me hard through my cotton panties. I clapped a hand over my mouth and rocked against him, my knees trembling as I squirmed in his grip. His teeth were on my elastic band then, dragging them down my leg as he held me still, his strong hands gripping me tight. I managed to get one foot out of them before he shoved my thighs apart and pulled me to him, his hands kneading my ass as he lapped at my core.

He moaned softly, almost too softly to hear, but I felt the vibration on my wet folds as he assaulted me, licking back and forth from one end to the other before flicking my clit mercilessly. I wished I could squeal and howl, but instead bit the palm of my hand, tears leaking from my eyes as lighting streaked through me with each nibble, each lave of his skilled tongue on my flesh.

When he dipped his tongue inside of me and groaned, I came apart, shaking in his grip as my pussy pulsed again and again, honey leaking down my thigh and into his eager mouth. He suckled me, drawing each last convulsion from me as I trembled above him, his arms holding me steady so I didn’t collapse.

Then, he let me drop to the floor, guiding me to my knees.

“It was all I could do not to cum just from the sweet taste of you, lass,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I could smell myself on his breath, and my pussy heated all over again at the thought. “Do you think you could finish me off? I’m afraid I won’t last long.”

He ran a hand over the rock-hard bulge in his khakis and bit his lip, moving to stand above me. Without hesit
ation, I opened his belt buckle, my small hands slipping inside his waistband, eager to see him again—to smell his scent and taste him, drawing him inside of me. To make him feel even one half as good as he’d just made me feel.

I took out his cock, moaning softly at the feel of him, like silk over steel. The head of his shaft was shining with a drop of pre-cum. I leaned forward and delicately licked it off, then closed my eyes, savoring the musky taste that was all male. All him.

Gavin…

It was his turn to stifle a groan above me, and his hips bucked
reflexively into my hands. I stroked him gently at first, then tightened my grip as I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, running my tongue gently over the underside, licking the sensitive ridge beneath. There was a strangled noise above me, and I grinned around him, bobbing my head forward, taking more of him in.

I hummed gently, twisting my hand around his shaft as I drew on him eagerly, running my plump, wet lips up and down his length, teasing him,
tormenting him. When my other hand cupped his balls and squeezed, his thigh muscles twitched. I looked up at him as licked and sucked, smiling up at him with my eyes as I saw him close his. His hands were in my hair now, caressing me, his fingers grazing my scalp as I suckled him harder.

I pulled back until only the tip rested between my lips, and swirled my tongue around him. His hands tightened in my hair, and he whispered harshly.

“Aolani… I’m there…”

I knew he was giving me a choice here.
To pull back or to take him in, to taste him on my tongue. To me, there was no choice. I needed him inside of me. My body still burned for him, the ache between my legs sweet and intense from the pleasure he’d given me. I wanted all of him that I could get in this stolen moment. All he would give me.

I squeezed his shaft and took him deeper, bobbing my head so he hit the back of my throat. With a strangled cry he tensed, then his cock jumped in my ha
nd as he came, hot bursts of his seed pumping into my mouth. I moaned softly around him, swallowing greedily, loving the taste of him, the feel of his warmth flowing into me. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, dragging every last drop out of him before finally letting him go.

He sighed, leaning
back, then helped me to my feet. Without a word, he pulled me close, holding me to him, chest to chest. He lay his cheek on my head, and I wrapped my arms around him in return.

What is this?
The little voice inside my head whispered.
What are you doing?

At the moment, I didn’t care. If it was lust or foolishness, or even the start of something more, I was here now, safe and warm in Gavin Fletcher’s arms.

***

Gavin

I had a shoot to put together, but I could barely conc
entrate after that quickie with Aolani. God, but that woman was something else. She was doing things to my head I didn’t need right now, but I felt helpless to stop myself when she looked up at me with those big, dark eyes, those sensual lips close enough to kiss. Or bite…

Fuck me, but I was in trouble, and I goddamn
needed to snap out of it. There was a job to be done, and millions to lose if I didn’t pull it off. The launch of the new campaign was just a few weeks away, and I needed photos to show for my time gallivanting around America. If I didn’t produce, the board would have my arse. Just because I owned the company didn’t mean I could come up empty-handed. With our competitors nipping at our heels, I had to rise to another level with this one. To find a way to tempt the super wealthy to go with us, the exotic, luxurious brand, instead of our more affordable, old-fashioned competition.