Private Pleasures (10 page)

"Aggressive?" Her brown eyes widened further. "Like, will they bite me?"

"No," Drew chuckled. He hadn't thought Wendy could be much more appealing than she'd been last night, naked and tied to his bed, but this Wendy, uncertain and out of her element.... Nah, she was still more appealing naked and willing and under him.

Under the surface his free hand brushed against the outside of her thigh.

"What was that?" She cried, thrashing as she looked frantically around her.

"That was me," he said.  He could feel her heart pounding against him.

"I must seem so lame to someone like you, scuba diving and swimming with great whites and stuff."

Drew reached up and brushed back a strand of hair that had stuck to her cheek. "I haven't swum with the great whites, but it is on my bucket list. And I don't think it's lame. I think it's pretty brave of you to follow me out here."

She gave a little huff of laughter. "Brave. Right until I had my first close encounter with an actual fish." She bit her lip, and he couldn't help it, he had to go in for a taste of his own.

The masks propped on their foreheads clunked softly as they collided but it wasn't any deterrent as he pressed his lips against hers, running his tongue along curves, tasting the salt of the sea mingling with her own sweet flavor.

Wendy sighed and parted her lips. Drew went in for one last taste and pulled back before they  both sank beneath the water. "Just stay close to me, okay?  I won't let anything get you, and we'll go back the second you start to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm already uncomfortable," she said with a shaky smile that made his chest squeeze a little. "But I don't want to go back yet."

She slipped her hand in his after he helped her get her mask and snorkel back in place and laced her fingers in his like she trusted him to lead her wherever she needed to go. He got the sense that it was unusual for Wendy to trust anyone but herself to know the path she should take.

As they ducked their heads under, Drew wondered why he was making a big deal about it. It was just snorkeling, for Christ's sake.

Still, as they kicked along, side by side, he found himself smiling around his snorkel as she swam around, the mask making her look like some super hot alien as she gave a muffled squeal of delight at every fish that came into their view.

Eventually she got brave enough to reach out to the parrotfish and damselfish that approached, curious to see if she'd brought any treats. He didn't know who was more startled when she jerked her hand away as one of the parrotfish came in for a nibble.

At one point he let go of her hand and dove the dozen or so feet to the sea floor to point out a moray eel that was poking it's head out from its coral cave. Wendy was floating, motionless above him, her hair spread out in a dark halo.

Drew let himself float slowly to the surface, arms outstretched to catch her as he got closer. They both surfaced and pushed their masks and snorkels off to catch their breath.

"It's amazing down there!" Wendy exclaimed.

Her full, red mouth was pulled into a grin that took up half her face, and her thick dark lashes were clumped together in little peaks surrounding eyes that sparkled with almost childish delight. "I think it's pretty amazing up here too,” he said.

Her smile changed and she gave him a little eye roll. "Right. No makeup, and I probably have a huge red mark from the mask," she said, reaching one hand out of the water to feel the faint red indentation on one cheek. "I'm sure I look super glamorous."

"No, you don't," Drew said. "But you still look beautiful. And cold," he added, noticing that her usually deep red lips had taken on a purplish hue. "We should get you back in to warm up." He looked at his watch and saw that they'd been out for nearly an hour. Even in the warm waters of the Caribbean, you could catch a chill if you spent too much time in water that was below body temperature.

Once back on shore they stripped off the masks and slippers and walked the short distance up the beach to the private patio that attached to Drew's villa. He stripped off his swim shirt and retrieved a towel from the stack left by the housekeeping staff, but instead of handing it to Wendy he wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.

"Now," he said as her cool, wet skin touched his. "Let's see about getting you warm."

Chapter 7

Just the feel of Drew's skin against hers was enough to make her forget the goosebumps prickling her skin. The taste of his lips on hers, salty from the sea, the hot warmth of his mouth as he sucked her tongue inside lit a fire that warmed her from the inside out. She tangled her fingers in the thick, damp strands of his hair, felt his fingers tunnel under hers to cup the nape of her neck. She felt a tug and the top of her bikini slipped down. His other hand slid up her back to release the tie at her back.

It was only as it slipped to the patio that she remembered they were outside,  in the middle of the day, the bright afternoon sunlight illuminating them for all the world to see.

"Wait," she said, pulling away and crossing her arms over her breasts. "I don't want anyone to see. Let's go inside—"

Drew wrapped his hand around her arm. "Relax." There was a hard look on his face, almost like he was angry. "The villas are designed to be private, inside and out. The only way anyone would see us is if they came right up the beach to the gate."

Wendy still wasn't sure. She wasn't opposed to sex outside across the board, but these days with phone cameras and Facebook it seemed like everyone was one slip up away from having naked pictures of them all over the internet. "What if—"

"No one's here, remember?  They won't be back for at least a couple of hours. Hell, we could go skinny-dipping in the pool right now and no one would know the difference."

He pulled her arms away from her chest, his eyes going molten as he took in her naked breasts. "I want to watch you come with the sun shining down on your face."

She swallowed hard as a jolt of heat hit her right between the legs.

"Come on, let's rinse off."

Wendy followed blindly as he tugged at her hand and led her under the eaves that partially shaded the patio. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but she saw that the stone lined alcove was actually an outdoor shower that led into the villa's masterbath. He turned the nobs and in seconds steam was swirling in the air.

He dipped under the spray, ducking his head under the nozzle. He was still wearing his board shorts, and the water made the material cling, showing the thick outline of his erection in stark relief.

"Come here." His voice was a low growl as he yanked her against him so the hot shower engulfed them both. His mouth opened over hers, his tongue thrusting and tangling with hers.

She closed her eyes against the spray, felt the water run over their joined mouths as the salt taste faded and gave way to sweetness. His hands coursed over her quickly warming skin. His mouth followed, chasing the streams of water that spilled down her chest, over her nipples and down the pale expanse of her stomach. He pressed a hot, open mouth kiss to the spot right below her belly button, and her thighs clenched at the thought of everything he could do with his tongue.

His tongue flicked out to tease the line where bare skin met her bikini bottom. She threaded her fingers in his hair, smiling as she watched his white teeth close over the end of one of the ties at her hip, then the other.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. "I've been wanting to do that from the second I saw you this morning. It's like opening up the best Christmas present of my life."

Wendy bit her lip, rolling her lips a little, yearning for his mouth. "Really? Better than an xbox?"

"Trust me," he said, his hands sliding along her inner thighs urging them to part, "your box is way better than an xbox."

Her startled laugh got stuck in her throat as he parted her with his thumbs and sucked her clit between his lips. She leaned back against the slick stone, shuddering as the shower spray glanced off her nipples and sent jolts of heat straight to her sex.

From this vantage she had a perfect view of Drew's tongue, dipping and thrusting between the swollen lips of her pussy, his full, firm lips closing around her clit, the flex of his cheeks as he sucked on her unbearably sensitive flesh.

Normally she wasn't big on watching herself have sex, was more inclined to close her eyes and let the sensations take over. But watching Drew, his big, strong body kneeling in front of her like some kind of supplicant, his harshly handsome face so focused as he drover her higher and higher.

Mesmerized, she watched his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh, could feel but not see them as they teased at the entrance of her body. She moaned in combined pleasure and frustration as they thrust high and hard, stroking, twisting inside her as his tongue lashed her clit.

She wanted to see... everything. Wanted to see his fingers slipping in and out. Wanted to see his cock sink deep inside then slide back out, covered in her juice.

"Stop, stop," she said, breathless as she tugged his mouth away from her.

He looked up, a little dazed.

She tugged him to his feet with shaky hands. "I want you inside me, now." She forced her fingers to cooperate as she untied the laces at the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down his hips.

Her hand closed around his cock. Just the feel of it, so thick and hot in her hand was enough to sent a jolt of need to her pussy so fierce it bordered on painful.

"Hold on," Drew said, pulling away from her grasping hands. He turned off the water and went back inside the bathroom and returned with several foil packets clutched in his right fist.

"Aren't you coming in?" He gestured with his head to the bathroom which led to the master.

Wendy grabbed his hand and tugged him in the opposite direction, toward the pair of thickly cushioned teak loungers. "I want to fuck you out here," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "And I want to see everything."

Drew's gray eyes flared with heat, and he tumbled her back onto a lounger with no further delay. Wendy's giggle at the eagerness that matched her own changed quickly to a gasp of pleasure as the thick club of his erection seared the skin of her belly.

God, she loved how he felt on top of her, big and huge, capable of overpowering her without even breaking a sweat.

But he'd had his taste of power last night. Now it was her turn.

She pressed her hands against his shoulders, urging him to his back. "I want to ride you," she whispered as she sucked his earlobe between her teeth.

He flipped onto his back and she settled on top, her knees on either side of his legs. God he was so gorgeous. She took a few moments to drink him in, his face tight with need, every muscle standing out in stark anticipation of her next move.

And his cock, standing huge and thick from between his slightly parted legs, the broad head dark purple with need and reaching all the way up to his belly button.

She bent her head, unable to resist one little taste. She watched as her pink tongue met the darker flesh, savored the smooth texture and the salty, musky taste.

She was tempted to suck him down her throat, pump him in her fist until he came in thick, hot spurts in her mouth.

But she was selfish.

She gave him one last soft kiss and sat up, grabbing one of the condoms about to slip from his now slack fist. "Let me," she insisted when he tried to stop her.

He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locked on the sight of her slender, delicate hands stroking the latex down the length of his shaft. She could see his throat working as he swallowed hard, see his knuckles standing out, stark white as his hands held the thick cushion in a death grip.

Gripping him tight around the base, she positioned herself over him, gasping as she watched the broad head slipped between the wet lips of her pussy.

She braced her hands on his chest, biting her lip at the tight, stretched feeling as she sank all the way down, until their bodies were melded together. She held him there for several seconds, her back arched as her body adjusted to the thick invasion.

"That's it baby," he said, his voice a low rumble, "take me deep. Take me all the way."

She kept her head down, angled so she could watch as her hips started a slow, rocking rhythm. She loved watching him sink slowly in, then out, his cock shiny with her juice. She loved the look of his skin, so dark against hers as their bodies came together.

She loved the sound of his groans rumbling from his chest, the way they melded with her own softer, higher pitched sounds of pleasure.

Loved how he told her how beautiful she was, how fucking her was better than he could have ever imagined. "Christ, I love how you fuck me," he murmured, leaning up give her nipple a firm tug with his lips. "That's it,' he encouraged her as her hips moved faster, harder as her climax hovered just beyond her reach.

She watched as he slid his fingers between their bodies and spread her pussy lips to expose the moist, swollen bud of her clit. Her body tightened with every stroke, every cell quivering in anticipation as she watched his thumb circle her.

"That's it," he whispered as her body started to shudder. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you come around me, squeezing me so tight I can barely move."

A harsh cry ripped from her throat as she opened her knees wider, trying to take him even deeper as her orgasm rushed through her. His fingers dug into her hips in an almost painful grip as he held himself deep, deep inside of her until the last ripples of her climax faded.

She sprawled on his chest and it took her several seconds to realize he was still hard as a rock, lodged firmly inside of her. Holding her to him, he sat up and somehow managed to adjust the seatback up even though she was draped bonelessly over him.

He cupped her face with in his big hands took her mouth in a slow deep, kiss. Despite his earlier urgency he didn't seem in any hurry to come but was content to hold himself inside her, not moving as his lips explored every inch of her mouth, neck, shoulders . "God, I love watching you come," he whispered hotly in her ear. "I love knowing I'm the one who did it."