It cleared my head and deepened the burn in my pelvis. Oh, holy shit, did it deepen.
The burn became something outrageous. Inexplicable.
Devastatingly addictive.
James strangled tiny black dots into the frame of my eyes, darkness clustering a sky above me as I went weightless and sputtered and reached for the fucking clouds.
I was close to them, so close, fingertips stretching, blackness consuming. A violent lightning strike slashed through my twilight sky, splitting the ground beneath me suddenly, and finally, finally, finally, I fell through.
I think James was cursing and bucking his hips beneath mine, but I couldn’t be sure of anything but the falling.
It was endless. I was screaming. I was crying. I was fucking soaring on a white-hot star and never coming down.
Warmth was everywhere. The release of pressure didn’t just pulse in my pussy but everywhere. Fucking everywhere was throbbing with something hotter than pleasure.
It was pain and it was ecstasy.
It was James and it was me.
It was fire and gasoline, exploding into oblivion like they were destined.
The orgasmic come down took so long, my muscles and bones had melted me as malleable as the water around us as I slumped forward into James. His hand that had been around my throat was resting on my shoulder now, our racing hearts pressed together through our chests.
My head was still all foggy and lazy, so it definitely wasn’t an intentional order from my brain when I slipped my fingers out from between my legs and brought my hand out of the water.
It was just some previously programmed second nature of mine to find the part of James' soft lips and push my dirty fingers through.
He grunted in shock at the intrusion, hand slashing out of the water to capture my wrist as if he was going to yank me away.
His nimble fingers twitched around my wrist. A tormented groan wrestled around his heaving chest. Then, it was another battle lost when his full lips closed around my two fingers, sucking back on them like they’d give him eternal life.
He cleaned my orgasm off of my fingers, tongue a smooth, proficient sweep around and between, licking in greedy laps all the way down to my knuckles. He reminded me of one of those vampires who hadn’t had a drink of human blood in ages because they were trying to be a ‘good monster’. And now they couldn’t get enough.
That amusing thought punctured into reality when James’ teeth did the same to my palm. A breath hitched up my throat as James upturned my hand, running the edges of his teeth down to the small of my wrist before clamping down.
It was a punishing bite for feeding him my arousal—but we both knew it was totally worth it.
“How do I taste, James?” Still panting, I curved my face up into the crook of his neck so I could peek at him through my thicket of heavy lashes.
Lips moving along the veins in my wrist, he mumbled darkly, “Fucking criminal.”
A thoroughly pleased rise was on the way to my mouth when James suddenly pushed me off of his lap.
The gurgling water caught my fall before my feet fumbled to do the same, submerging down to my neck, chlorine flavoring my tongue as I sucked back bubbles.
I blinked fast, spitting up water and stumbling to stand.
James didn’t offer to help. He was too busy heaving himself out of the hot tub, grabbing the Johnnie Walker, and storming back inside the cabin.