And then he parts my legs and moves between them, and just like that, I’m completely exposed in front of him.
My instinct is to put my hand over my nakedness, to hide it. No one has ever looked at me like this. No one has ever seen me naked, and certainly, not this close up. It’s almost too much.
“Candace,” Sean says, and even the way he says my name makes me tremble. “Trust me.”
I take a deep breath, and I move my hand out of the way.
I can feel my cheeks heating up as he moves closer. What is he doing, getting a closer look? Making a real in-depth analysis?
Wait – his head is moving so close – what is he…
His tongue touches my exposed sex, and I shudder in surprise and also at the way a spark of electricity seems to flow through my whole body at the touch.
Then it’s not just a touch – it’s a lick. It’s a lick that runs over the whole of my lips down there, exciting every single nerve and making me feel like he’s bringing me to life. I shudder again and moan, no longer in control of my own reactions.
Sean’s tongue works me slowly and surely, building up speed as it goes, sometimes changing rhythm. He even buries his tongue deep inside me, and I feel my hips twitching and rolling as he hits different nerves, as some of his actions send even bigger waves of pleasure through me.
He learns quickly and then focuses on the things that make me moan the loudest, doing them again and again.
It’s like a vast wave of pleasure is building up inside me, like water behind a dam. It feels so good, but the higher the pressure gets, the more I can feel the need for a release. I strive towards it, pushing my hips forward, almost riding his face in my excitement, so carried away I even forget to be shy or embarrassed.
And then Sean’s fingers rub at a sensitive spot at the same time that his tongue rasps over another, the pressure is too much, and the dam breaks. I feel a flood of pleasure running all over my whole body, tingling, making my hips buck out of control as everything pulses and releases inside of me.
When I come down a little more, I open my eyes to see Sean watching me, still on his knees.
“Good?” he asks with a grin.
I can only gasp for breath in reply.
Chapter Fifteen
Sean
I can still taste Candace on my tongue when our dinner arrives. It’s been a long day here on the Tempest together, first the excitement of the morning, then lunch, then lounging around. We don’t even need to do anything together, it seems, to have a good time. Just sitting together and talking is enough.
We enjoyed it so much, it only seems natural to stay for dinner and watch the sun go down over the river. After all, the private chefs need to do something to earn their keep.
I raise my glass to clink it against Candace’s, a toast to the evening. “This deck is great, isn’t it?”
“I love it,” Candace replies. “I know we’re out in the open air, and yet the way the sides come in and the isolation towards the back of the yacht makes it feel like we’re completely alone.”
“Just one of the many very smart things the owners put into place,” I chuckle. I take the first bite of my starter, a delicately arranged deconstruction of something or other. It’s all very trendy, but the main thing is that it’s delicious.
“I still can’t believe you get to come here all the time,” Candace sighs.
“It’s not like I’m here every week,” I smile. “Only when I’m in Melbourne. Of course, when I’m in other cities, I have my ways of finding other exclusive venues to enjoy.”
Candace closes her eyes for a moment in appreciation of the flavors on her fork. I picture her tasting something else instead and I feel the need to adjust the way I’m sitting. “You have such a great life. All these amazing cities, and so many amazing places you get to see inside them, too.”
“It has its moments,” I say, smiling just a little. The truth is that it has its disadvantages, too. Like living my whole life alone. There’s a reason I’m more successful than Bill ever was. He chose to have a family. It slowed him down, but it also gave him purpose, love, something to come home to.
“Did you ever…” Candace starts to ask, but then she cuts herself off. Or rather, a noise out on the water cuts her off. A loud bang. We both turn to look just in time to see a series of fireworks exploding in a flash of red and gold, the sparks drifting in the air before disappearing.