CHAPTER8
kai
Ilet Mariella take the lead, at least for the time being. She was cautious and once again, I wondered what had happened to her in the past to create the lingering sadness in her eyes. There was something about the eagerness of her kisses that seemed out of sync with the way she held back. I sensed she needed a night like tonight even more than me. Maybe we could both get what we needed from our time together, even if I didn’t quite understand what that would be.
I ducked my head to follow her down the short ladder. The boat wasn’t set up to handle more than a night or two on the water, but a quick glance around showed it would be more than comfortable for tonight.
Mariella let go of my hand to store a narrow table between two padded benches. Once it had been tucked away, she pulled a third bench up and created a small bed.
“Blankets are in the cabinet behind you.” She nudged her chin toward my left.
I turned around and pulled a few soft blankets from the cabinet. “Have you stayed on this boat before?”
“No. But the owner of the resort makes sure all of the boats are stocked with emergency supplies in case someone gets stranded.” She spread a thick fleece throw over the cushions.
“There’s no telling what might happen when you’re out on the water.”
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth turned down. “That’s for sure.”
I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject, but based on the way she slunk down to the edge of the bed and clasped her hands in her lap, it looked like I’d done just that.
I sat down next to her and reached for her hand. Threading my fingers with hers, I tugged her close. She looked up at me, and I lowered my head toward hers. Until then, our kisses had been slow and playful. Sensing she needed something I wasn’t sure I could give her, I took the kiss deep. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we leaned back on the cushions.
Her fingers palms smoothed over my chest, then lower, across my abs, and down to the hem of my shirt. With a tentative touch, she slid one hand under my tee. Her fingers made contact with my bare skin, and I sucked in a breath. She felt good—better than good—she felt fucking amazing.
Her touch fueled my desire. I rolled her onto her back and whipped my shirt over my head. I needed to touch her, to feel the soft curve of her belly under my palm, to prove to myself this was really happening. I took the lead, sliding my hand under her shirt. She tensed as my fingers explored her belly.
“You feel so good, Mariella. Touching your skin is like running my hand over silk.” She needed to know how gorgeous she was. Something told me she didn’t hear that very often, so I made it my mission to tell her over and over how much she turned me on.
Her back arched as I traced my finger over her skin. I stopped at the cup of her bra. My cock twitched, anticipating how it would feel to cup her breasts and to swirl my tongue around one of her nipples.
“It’s been a while for me,” she whispered.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you, beautiful.” She needed reassurance, and I was more than happy to give it to her. Though I didn’t know what had dimmed the light in her eyes, I knew how to make her forget.
She lightly raked her nails over my chest. This woman had no idea what kind of power she could wield. Blood surged toward my cock, making it swell against my zipper. I could have stripped her down and taken what I needed right then and there, but she deserved more. She deserved everything.
I leaned over her, trailing kisses down her cheek, over her neck, across her chest. Soft moans floated from her lips. Before I was done, she’d be doing a hell of a lot more than moaning. Eager to taste her, I gently eased her shirt over her bra. She opened her eyes and held my gaze as I lifted it over her head. In the dim light, I could see the trust in her eyes. It had been too long since someone had looked at me like that. In that moment, I wanted to be the kind of man who deserved it.
Hovering over her, I lowered my head to kiss the space between her breasts. She gasped and gripped my shoulders, digging her fingers in hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips shifted, and I slid my legs between hers. I was so fucking eager for her to come on my cock. I had to remind myself to take it slow.
Her hips bucked up, grinding against me, telling me she was ready. I pulled back, jerked my pants down my thighs, and kicked them onto the floor behind me. My cock sprang from my boxer briefs, eager to engage.
Mariella lifted her head. Her eyes widened at the sight of my bulging dick. Her tongue peeked out to run along her lower lip.
All I could picture was my cock.
Her mouth.
Nirvana.
The wait needed to end. I tugged her leggings over her hips. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of my cock at the sight of the practical blue and white striped cotton bikini underwear she’d had on all day. Not even a lacy thong could have turned me on more. I needed to feel her sink down on my dick, to thrust into her liquid heat.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I might have been prepared to dive, but I hadn’t counted on coming inside her. No condom meant I’d have to satisfy her some other way. I nudged her thighs apart with my chin and inhaled the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal. Then I dipped my head lower and sank my tongue inside.