The moment she settled in comfortable, I flicked the switch I held in my palm. The butt plug began a gentle vibration.
She gasped, “Declan!” Her body tensed, her palms pressing at her sides against the cushion.
“Stay still,” I warned her, watching her struggle, wanting a front-row seat as her arousal built and threatened to crest and break.
I played with her like that for a long time, almost an hour. I knew no mercy. I’d slowly build up the vibrations, let her moan and pant, her thighs rubbing together but I wouldn’t let her touch herself. She wanted to, desperately, I could tell by the way she kept fisting the pillows at her head and gripping the cushion at her sides.
Every now and then I’d torture her, saying, “Let me check if you’re ready yet.” I’d reach down to her pussy and slowly push her bikini bottom to the side, watching her pant, her ribs moving up and down. Sometimes she’d watch me, her eyes glazed with lust. Sometimes she’d throw her head back, eyes closed, as if wanting to block out any sensations except the ones I gave her. I’d bring my thick finger to her sopping wet pussy and growl appreciatively. Then I’d taste her, because I couldn’t resist, the honey sweetness so delicious on my tongue.
Then I’d stop. “Not yet,” I’d taunt her. Her mewls and whimpers, soft pants and moans made me rock hard.
Flicking on the vibrating butt plug pushed deep into her ass, I brought the pressure up to medium. She tensed and her eyes fluttered back in her head, her jaw set.
“You like that, baby?” I whispered to her.
“Yes…uh…” She was grunting, starting to lose her ability to talk. “Uh, I need…uh…” I liked her non-verbal, overwhelmed by physical need, desperate for me to do anything to give her relief.
“Keep quiet,” I reminded her, as I did whenever she started getting too worked up. Waiters and other hotel guests were outside. None bothered us in our private cabana, not with most of the curtains drawn, but if she screamed they’d hear. She had to work to keep it a secret.
“Please, Declan, please,” she managed to beg me.
“Not yet,” I whispered, turning up the strength of the vibrations. She writhed, her thighs parting in a silent ask. She needed more, needed me to bring her further.
With my free hand, I brought my fingers back to her sex, feeling the soaking wet fabric plastered to her folds. She bit off a cry, tossing her head to the side as I stroked her. String bikinis were easy. I pulled on the tie at the side and had her completely bare for me in no time.
I teased her, toyed with her, brought her to the brink playing with both back and front but never let her come. She lay there writhing in turmoil, shivering and moaning with need.
Finally, my cock hard as granite, Kara nearly insane with desire, I murmured the words she needed most. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she moaned low in her throat.
“Good.” I stroked her. “Now you may pinch your nipples.” Her hands flew to her erect nipples, pinching them hard through the fabric.
“Out so I can see,” I commanded harshly. She moaned and complied, pushing the tiny triangles of fabric down and under her tits, then thrusting her breasts out naked so I could watch. She brought her fingers to her peaked tips, tweaking and pinching them hard for me just like I’d asked.
The butt plug vibrating on high, I rewarded her by pressing my thumb directly against her clit.
“Now come for me, hard.” I growled the command and she bucked against me, convulsing, creaming all over my fingers. She leaned her face into a towel at her side so she could muffle her screams. I’d placed it there. I always tried to think of anything she might need. I couldn’t ever get enough of her—the moment when her perfect body went so tense, a rigid board strumming with need then shuddering into release, thrashing wildly as she nearly blacked out.
I gave her a long time to come down, holding her close to me and stroking her hair. I slipped out the butt plug and got her completely comfortable. I covered her up once again so I could bring up the curtains on our private cabana and let the gentle island breezes caress her face.
She nuzzled in on my chest, a dreamy smile, her body soft and pliant. I’d never get enough of this woman.
EPILOGUE
Kara
Six Months Later
“I’ve been thinking, Kara.” Declan stood in our private honeymoon suite, a drink in hand, some stubble on his handsome jaw. He wore lightweight pants and nothing else, the warm island breeze caressing us. “Let’s go to the Kavanaugh holiday party.”
And here I was thinking I was the one about to drop a bomb.
I’d just taken a test in the bathroom, the kind with the stick you peed on. It had a cross on it and if my shaking hands and nervously excited brain were correctly processing the instructions on the folded-up piece of paper from the box, it meant that I was pregnant. Declan and I were going to have a baby.
But here he was telling me that he was ready to meet his family. He’d had time to think it over, to adjust to the bombshell of his father’s identity. He’d gotten over the pain and hurt and fear and now he was ready and willing to take a chance.
“You want to go, right?” he asked me as I stood there, stunned and silent.
“Um, yeah.” I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts of baby rattles and baby blankets and soft, pink little baby hands holding on to my finger.
“We can fly up to New York from here and spend a few days. It’ll be fun going back there with you. We had a good time this summer.”
“We did.” I wrapped my hands around his neck. “You really want to go to the party? We don’t have to, you know.”
“I want to go. I want to meet my family.”
I kissed him with all my heart. I wanted to meet them, too. After our honeymoon.
And what a honeymoon it was, all warm breezes and more hot orgasms that I could count. After you got into double digits, your brain went a little soft. It was a proven scientific fact.
I dissolved into his kiss. With his mouth on me, it was easy to forget everything else.
Almost. Because telling Declan that he was going to become a father was a big deal. Honestly, given the complicated emotions he had about his own father, I didn’t know how he was going to react.
“I think I’m ready to meet them all.” Declan stroked my hair, gazing at me with a slight smile playing across his lips. “I would have liked to have met my father.” A moment of pain flashed in his eyes. I brought my hand to his cheek. “I promise, Kara.” His voice choked with emotion, he brought his hand up and placed it over my own. “If we ever…I’ll be a better father. If someday—”
“I’m pregnant.” I blurted it out before I knew what I was doing. So much for keeping the news to myself. I’d never been good at that kind of thing.
“What?” He looked at me, open-mouthed in surprise.
“I’m pregnant. I know it’s not the right time to tell you but I had to tell you.” Words practically tumbled out of my mouth, one tripping over the other to get to the end.
“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, looking dumbstruck.
I nodded. “You’re going to be a father. And you’re going to be so amazing.”
“Are you all right?” He brought his hands to my shoulders. “Do you need anything? Should you sit down?”
I laughed. “I’m fine. I’m only about five weeks along. I feel great.”
“You’re pregnant,” he repeated. I nodded, looking up at him shyly. To my great relief and joy, a smile started to grow on his face. “You’re pregnant.” This time he sounded almost excited. “You’re going to have a baby!”
I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. He wrapped me in his arms and I felt his emotion, too, as he took a deep, shaking breath and held me close.
“Kara,” he murmured. “You’ve given me so much.”
“You don’t realize how much you’ve given me.” I looked up at him. “Declan, I know all this with your father is crazy, and now we’re going to have a baby an
d it’s all so much. But you know what? I think everything’s going to work out.”
“Yeah?” He matched the crazy, reckless smile on my face with one of his own.
“Yeah. I think we’re going to have a great time meeting your family. And then I think we’re going to have a baby and start a family of our own.”