He didn’t waste time burying his face between my legs. His tongue slithered inside of me, and his nose rubbed against my sensitive clit. My legs tightened around his head, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his hands gripped my ass as hefeastedon me.
I was shaking within minutes. He didn’t let up for even a second, exploring my folds and even moaning against my sensitive flesh as if he were enjoying this as much as I was. That was what sent my orgasm barreling through me, and I called out his name as I fell apart. My hands gripped his hair as I rode his face uncontrollably. I felt wild, completely untamed.
It was mind-blowing.
Bowen kept working his tongue in and out of me as my orgasm passed, and I collapsed in a boneless heap on the couch. But he wasn’t done with me yet. Getting to his feet, Bowen pulled off my panties as he licked my wetness from his lips. There was a satisfied look of male satisfaction on his face that had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Then, he stripped out of his clothing and I changed my mind. His naked body was perfection.
“Stay here,” he commanded, and I wasn’t sure that I could have disobeyed him even if I tried. I was still recovering from my climax.
He walked into the bedroom, but was only gone for a few seconds. When he returned, he was rolling a condom onto his massive erection. I expected him to take me hard and fast like last time but instead, he pulled me up into a sitting position, placing a kiss on my lips. Then, he sat down and wordlessly guided me to straddle him. My legs stretched wide over his hips, and I held onto the back of the couch to get some leverage.
“Ride me, baby,” Bowen said, pleading in his voice. He reached down between us and held his erection up for me to lower myself onto.
I let out a long breath as I took him inside of me, not stopping until every inch was buried deep inside of me. I paused for just a moment, giving myself a chance to adjust to his size. It would take me a while to get used to it, but what a problem to have.
I rode him hard and slow, putting my feet flat on the cushion on either side of his body. My breasts brushed against his bare chest, and I quickly lost myself in the ecstasy flowing through my body. Bowen’s hands held onto my hips, and he let out a deep sound of pleasure that was similar to a growl. I felt like a wild animal myself as I started to move faster and faster, feeling another orgasm building up inside of my body.
“Marlee...fuck,I’m close…”
“Yes,” I cried out so loudly that the neighbors could probably hear it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was at the precipice of pleasure, and there was no holding myself back. “Do it, Bowen. Come with me.”
I barely got the words out before I reached my second climax of the night. Every muscle in my body tightened up as I slammed my hips down, taking him inside as deep as possible while his erection twitched inside of me, his release coming just as my pleasure exploded. It was overwhelming, and I lost all sense of time and space. There was only Bowen in this moment, and I clung to him.
When it was over, I opened my eyes to see that he was already staring at me. There were so many emotions raging in his eyes, the clearest being love and happiness. I felt it too, and my hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
I had come to this island at a low point in my life, stuck in a horrible situation with no clear way out. Now, I had a movie star boyfriend that had stepped in to be my hero. And he loved me. What more could I ever ask for?
EPILOGUE
Bowen
“Are you ready?” I asked as the limousine pulled up in front of the movie theater.
Marlee was sitting beside me in a stunning dress, her hair curled and pulled back into an elegant twist with just a few loose strands framing her face. She had been to two other red carpet premieres with me over the last two years that we’d been together, but I knew that the flashing lights of the cameras and the mob of people pressing in on both sides could be overwhelming. The last thing I ever wanted was for her to be uncomfortable.
“I’m good,” she said, smiling.
I took her hand and gave it a squeeze as the driver got out and made his way around the back of the car to open the door for us.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said, even though she should already know that by now. I told her all the time.
The door opened then, and I put on my practiced smile for the reporters and paparazzi. Stepping out of the limo as gracefully as possible, I raised my hand in a wave to the people gathered behind the thick velvet ropes before turning back to help Marlee out of the vehicle. She took my hand with her left, and I knew that the reporters would spot the engagement ring immediately. They were good at noticing things like that. This was the first time she’d been to an event with me since I proposed last week.
I wanted to do it before now—hell, I would have committed to her a few months into the relationship if she’d let me—but Marlee insisted that she didn’t want to get married until she was done with school. She was determined that her education come first, and I admired her for it.
I had told her that she didn’t even have to work. I would gladly support her, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She hated the idea of being a kept woman. Instead, she had already lined up an interview at a marketing firm in Los Angeles, willing to move here to be with me now that she had her business degree. I couldn’t wait.
We’d been together since we met on the island two years ago, and I was even more in love with her now than I was then. I’d spent lots of time at my place in New York when I wasn’t on location for a movie, but we both knew that it was better for my career to be in LA.
As Marlee got out of the car and stood, I tucked her into my side, and we both smiled for the cameras. She’d quickly gotten used to being photographed once we went public with our relationship, taking it all in stride now that she didn’t have to worry about any nude pictures being linked to her. She was still so grateful that I took care of that problem for her that she liked to playfully call me her hero from time to time. I liked it, but it wasn’t necessary. She was the most important thing in my life, and I would always take care of her, no matter what.
We started to walk the red carpet when a reporter waved us over. She was pressed against the velvet rope that separated the guests from the press and spectators, holding a microphone in her hand while a cameraman filmed at her side.
“Bowen! Bowen O’Neal, can I ask you a few questions?”
“Sure,” I said, keeping my arm wrapped around Marlee’s waist as we moved closer.