Our glasses dinged, and I still felt tingles all over, breathless from his touch and my need for him. I took another sip feeling more relaxed. Passion could wait, I guess.
Yet even admitting it, I knew my body disagreed against my reason.
I could feel the dampness in my panties.
Thank goodness we were about to change.
“Mr. Rainshaw, are you and the misses ready? We will step out for a moment. Please ring this bell when you two are under the sheets and ready.”
“Thank you. Excellent. We shall. Thank you.” He said faster than normal.
“Finish that drink, baby and relax.”
He downed his flute and placed the empty glass back on the mirrored bar. His hands cupped my waist so fast, I was dizzy. I nearly dropped my flute as his hungry kisses attacked my neck.
His eager hands lifted up my shirt and unfastened my bra so quickly; I was amazed at his undressing skills.
His hot kisses met my needy nipples and I cried out in pleasant frustration. Oh he was a tease. His kisses trailed down my stomach and to my skirt. With his teeth he helped pull my skirt down, along with his hands until I stood there in my lace white thong. His hands cupped my ass cheeks as his lips kissed the lacey fabric. His tongue pressing against the tiny openings in the delicate lace. My core instantly tightened as my hands slid into his chocolate locks.
Every sensitive part of me felt the warm brief menacing clobber.
Oh he was such a tease.
The hot breath of his mouth sent chills up and down my spine as my fingers dug deeper into his scalp.
I bit my quivering lip.
I loved how he wanted me; how he needed me.`I loved his passion and his playfulness. As much as I was in absolute bliss, I couldn’t help a laugh to escape my tight needy throat.
“Oh you’re such a tease, Brad.”
The nickname came out so natural and in ease.
“No one’s ever called me Brad before.” He continued teasing me with his slow kisses. His tongue suddenly grew stronger and I gasped.
My heart skipped a beat.
“It’s just something for you to think about while you’re naked and wet for me.”
It was the truth. I was now soaking. Definitely.
His finger stroked into my wetness and my knees went weak. I needed him to touch me more.
More.
I needed his touch. My insides demanded it. My outsides demanded it!
Everything in me demanded it!
My breath quickened as he lowered down my soaked panties and his tongue caressed my bareness. His finger slowly swiped into my folds and I moaned.
“Brad….” I whispered, my nipples hardening so hard, it ached.
My moan deepened and grew into something hungrier. Urgent.
He knew exactly where to kiss me, where to stroke me. My heartbeat escaladed to the level of running at a high speed on a treadmill.
I was so wet, any touch from him sent me over the edge.
“God, baby, you’re so wet for me. I love how wet you get for me.”
I couldn’t think, breathe or respond because he curled his finger inside of me and began stroking that place inside that made me see stars.
I leaned into him and moaned into his neck, muffling my noise.
He kept curling and stroking inside while slowly kissing my sex with slow twirls and delicate strokes. The leisurely tenderness was driving me wild, so wild that the orgasm I was fighting began rising, growing bigger, coming faster.
There, standing in the middle of the Maldives, the man of my childhood dreams, just finger fucked me in record speed as I stood naked in a room in a private yacht.
#thiswasmylifenow
Breathless, I steadied myself as he wiped my passion off of his pouty lips. His smirk was undeniable.
“You may want to uh, wipe yourself before you lay on that bed. I can’t help what I do to you.” He winked.
I couldn’t help but to smile at the delicious aftermath of crazy adrenaline.
I let out a long sigh. That was so good. Gosh, he made me feel so good.
My hot breath blew into his ear. If he was going to tease me like this, I’d make him feel hot and needy as well. “I’ll think I’ll stay just as I am. Wet and ready.” I whispered.
My hardened nipples hurt and I suddenly felt a chill in the air as I pranced around naked in front of him, sauntering my ass of, teasing him until I got under the sheets in the massage bed.
The last thing I saw of him before I placed my head down on the massage pillow was a smirk mixed with pure lust.
Oh, and him hard.
Again.
Chapter 22
KATE
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I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to but between the alcohol and the stress, the queen of all massages, and the gentle rocking of the yacht, I found my happy place and drifted off into Neverland.
Sleepily and blissfully, with my hand in his, we lazily made our way back to the suite.
As soon as the door shut, he picked me up and twirled me on the bed. Naturally, my legs wrapped around him and I was awoken like the strength of an espresso shot.
His face lit up like the sun at dawn, when parts of the dark sky cracked open, revealing hints of colors that promised to dazzle your morning if you let it. Oh boy. I was in for it.
“What?” I asked.
“What?” The curiosity in his tone was hungry for something.
“Whaaaaat?” I returned the question. Something about that look in his eyes, told me to hold my breath.
“The bathtub jets.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as panic found its familiar place, a secondary response to the subconsious conditioning of the memory—the memory of my greatest embarrasement when my self exploration was recorded by his friends, thus sending me scattering away to boarding school, forever distancing myself from society. From him.
His warm grasp around my wrist, steadied me. The look in his eyes held a knowing. A longing.
His soft thumb pad made soft circles trailing down the smooth sensitivity of my baby soft skin on the back of my forearm. God, his touch was mesmerizing to my body. My nipples hardened instantly and the familiar chills traveled down my spine from the magic of his touch. I swallowed down the confused lump in my throat coupled with bubbling passion.
“Can you trust me?”
I swallowed down a mixture of emotions in my throat. His free hand trailed the baby hairs around my face before resting his mastered hand on my shoulder. God, I loved the way he touched me. Even the simplest of touches made me want to borrow my head in his chest and just melt.
I nodded slowly staring into those eyes of his.
“I want to help you have a new spin on the bathtub jets, a new memory. If you will allow me to, trust me to…. would you allow me to help replace what was with a new memory?”
His aqua eyes were tantalizing mesmerizing, hypnotizing. Under his gaze, I felt like I was in the presence of some mystical ancient creature that possessed the skills of mind control. Because all I know is I found myself nodding slowly again, the insides of my body already giving into the pleasure I knew he could provide.
Heat flushed up my cheeks as a cool rush of chilling thrill flooded my skin in wonder.
What could he do? What did he want to do?
I bit my lip with eager teeth and licked the inside of my gum.
His fingers slowly trailed over my collarbone and down my sternum. I held my breath at the slow lingering trailing touch.
“I’ve had this fantasy that I can’t get out of my mind. Of you,” he leaned in closer, his hot breath tickled my neck. His soft lips teased my ears. “Spread eagle, surrendering yourself to my hand.” His warm tongue caressed my neck and once again I was like warm chocolate melting on a hot summer day. Delicious, smooth, spent.
“I want to see that, out there. But I want to control it. The bathtub out there has a jetted handle.” He winked seductively and I felt my pussy pulse in desire.
“Out there?”
His hands slid down caressing me pointing towards the outside covered terrace of our yacht suite.
Bradley gently moved my jaw with his fingers, turning it to face to the outside deck of our private terrace. It was pouring down rain. Even in the downpour, the white pristine marble garden tub looked like a picture straight out of a luxury magazine next to the dark mahogany stained wood.