Caribbean Crush (Under the Caribbean Sun) (6 page)

She gripped the headboard and arched into him, grateful that her small breasts allowed her to press the entire areola into his mouth. He tortured her between his teeth and fingers, the friction almost electric. Tingles jolted through her body, centering at her core. Lust and desire swirled and she rocked her hips, wishing she had more than his belly to push against. His abs might be rock hard, but what she needed was his cock, thick and heavy within her.

She wanted him so much, more than she could ever remember. Her clit pulsed with need for another, deeper release.

“Fuck me,” a sweet voice called to the room, too needy to be her own. “Take me. Now.”

With his mouth on her breast, his teeth on her nipple, he shook his head, and sensations rioted within her. He released his hold on her throat, using both hands to press her breasts together in the only display of cleavage she’d ever manage.

He flicked his tongue over a nipple and followed it with a long scratch from the stubble along his jaw. Moving from one breast to the other and back again, he created a phenomenon of sensation that left her wet and wanton.

“Please. I need you to fuck me,” she whispered, writhing for purchase but not finding enough friction to ease the frantic ache.

“Are you begging,
liefje
?” He pinched her nipples, hard. And then he was gone.

Eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed shot open, finding him kneeling on the bed between her splayed legs. The cool air of the room chilled her damp flesh. Her first thought was that he was finally going for a condom, but his gaze centered on that part of her anatomy that wanted him most.

She cleared her throat. “I’m not begging. We both want it.” She tilted her hips and moaned when he covered her mons with his warm hand. He pushed her lips together, teasing her clit through her outer folds.

“I know what I want.” Mischief shone from his light eyes, his lip quirking in a crooked grin. He spread her legs wider, sparks of desire shivering to her center as he pushed her knees back toward the mattress.

“Then take me. Now.” She turned her head to give him the hint to grab a condom, but her gaze never made it to the nightstand.

“Hold on,” he commanded, linking his hands behind her knees and pushing them up until her body folded over, her toes touching the headboard. He gripped her calves and lowered his mouth to her sex.

She gasped, the wind pushed out of her from the curled position and the dominance of it. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, her body pinned and her pussy served up to him as if on a platter.

His lips spread her folds, his tongue flicking and tracing as if memorizing every inch. Like her pussy was his last meal, like her clit held the secrets of the universe and somehow if he could only make her come there would be world peace.

Her tummy quivered at the intensity, her inner muscles clenching in want. He devoured her. Feasted. Sucked. Drove her mad as he tasted and pleasured her innermost flesh. She wanted to grab his head and anchor him in place, because as soon as she was ready to let go he changed, drawing her pleasure out until she wondered if she could pass out from the heightened frustration. But she couldn’t move. All she could do was hold on and receive what he saw fit to give.

He took possession of her body as if it were his right, her pleasure his only calling. He lapped at her swollen lips and then pressed into her with his tongue. He covered her with his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeper than she would have imagined possible. She tried her best to rock in time with him, but she could barely move.

His tongue was not enough. She wanted his cock, hard and deep, the steady pounding to trigger her orgasm and reset the beat of her heart.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, her mouth dry from panting. “I’ll beg. Just. Fuck. Me.”

With his mouth still between her legs, he shook his head. He licked at her with long, slow strokes. He tasted her from top to bottom and back again, making her whine in desperation. She pulled in a breath, intending to beg again, but he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until her legs quaked, her vision blurred and her body tensed with anticipation.

Everything tightened, her heart pausing before a blinding release. She heard the screams and felt the hot rush of her orgasm spreading form her core to her fingers and toes. Her body fell limp and he uncurled her like a rag doll, lying beside her as he nuzzled sweet kisses against her shoulder.

“Ready now,
liefje
?”

Chapter Six

Excitement swirled through his body like that first jolt of a roller coaster, knowing the ride would be like none other. He wrapped his body behind hers, pulling her to him so they formed a seamless union. Shoulders, arms, torso, hips and legs. She trembled, the warmth of her skin vibrating through him with a rush of desire. Threading his fingers between hers, he pressed their clasped hands between her bare breasts.

The heady scent of naughty sex and wholesome soap blended together in perfect unity. He brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, her hair silken beneath his cheek.

“I dream about you, Kristin. And every time I wake up with my cock begging for you.” He pressed his shaft into the curve of her bottom. “You have a way about you that I can’t understand. You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had. You make love like a virgin princess and fuck like a porn star.”

“Is that supposed to be flattering?” She gave a quiet laugh, lifting one leg atop his so his cock nestled between the firm globes of her ass.

“Hell, yes. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s debilitating.” His pulse kicked up, his heart warning him not to give too much away.

“You seem fine to me.” She clenched her ass, nestling him deeper. The minx would be the end of him for sure.

“Didn’t you miss me at all,
liefje
?’ He whispered the words against her ear, pressing his lips against the lobe and nibbling his way down to the curve of her neck. “I know you did.”

Lust fogged his brain, though he knew better. He should settle a few things between them first, but testosterone turned him into an animal. The masculine need for her heated his blood, desire pulsing with each pound of his heart, until he couldn’t draw it out anymore. He didn’t need her words, her admissions. He needed possession of her body, locked with his in a way neither of them could deny.

He leaned away only long enough to grab a condom and roll it into place. When he returned to her she’d turned onto her stomach, the pillows now scattered on the floor giving them a flat surface on which to play.

Memories of taking her this way swam through his mind, how tight she’d felt as he dove into her, the surge of power as he pressed her clear down to the mattress. His cock throbbed with want and he gave thanks for the earlier orgasm she’d provided and the tight squeeze of the condom. Without it he might have let go at just the sight of the rounded curve of her ass.

He brushed the back of his hand through her hair, exposing her neck and shoulders as he pushed the long strands aside. He climbed astride her thighs, tracing his fingertips along the geography of her strong back. So long ago he’d memorized the terrain, the places where he could touch like a feather and have her breath catch, the valleys he could press to make her groan.

Dipping his head, he placed an open-mouth kiss on the nape of her neck, smiling at the way she gripped the sheets.

“There. Yes. Right there.” Just a breath, no voice as he moved down, using his tongue to tease each bump of her backbone. She arched her back as he followed the curve of her spine, her breathing a staccato of need.

Did he want to draw it out or give her the intensity of a lightning-fast climax? The roadmap he’d spent years perfecting could lead him either way. From the way she responded, he knew the path hadn’t changed.

He gripped her hips and lifted her until her knees began to slip against the white sheets. He maneuvered her so that her knees were outside his, opening her to him. The sheen of arousal glistened on her delicate folds like dew on a ripe berry. His mouth watered, the taste of her still on his tongue and yet he hadn’t had his fill. He probably never would.

The firm cheeks of her bottom molded to his hands like they were made for his grasp. Anticipation coiled, the tension sending him higher than any drug.

“Should I tease you,
liefje
?” With his thumbs, he opened the lips of her sex, watching her feminine muscles clench in want. His cock twitched to feel that firm grip on his shaft.

“Fuck me.” The moan escaped her as she rolled her hips, turning her head slightly so their gazes locked. “Show me. Show me you missed me.”

Taking himself in hand, he drew his cock along the intimate folds of her flesh, signing his name there the way he used to. She hummed, making him wonder if she knew exactly what she inspired in him. He released himself and wrapped one hand around her hip, holding her at the perfect angle. With the other hand, he threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, tugging her head up as he drove into her with a single thrust.

Her hips slipped forward and he followed her down, pressing deeper as she writhed beneath him. The hot slickness of her body clenched his shaft, intensifying every glorious sensation. He held her head and hip for purchase and he pumped in and out, hard and deep, grinding his hips at the bottom of each ruthless push.

He wanted more than to simply be inside her. He wanted to be part of her. For the friction to fire until they soldered together, their bodies welded so tight they could never to be separated. Forever locked in this heavenly pleasure.

She lifted her hips and gripped the blankets, deepening the angle. Releasing her hair, he gripped her ass with both hands, pressing his fingers into the muscles and riding her with all he had. Her moans gave way to guttural sounds of pure pleasure, as if she were speaking in tongues.

He couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get close enough. Deep enough. With the force of each thrust, she scooted forward, angling off the bed until her arms slipped over the side.

“Come back to me.” He gasped for breath, his chest heaving as if fucking her were a marathon he was about to win.

Fisting his hand in her hair, he tugged her up until her back arched and she screamed, her body shuddering beneath him, her tight channel squeezing him like a fist. He plunged deep, his release blasting through his body from his cock to his toes and then rushing to his head until the room began to spin.

Kristin slipped on the peach tank and cursed herself for not packing a bra. But then she hadn’t packed for two nights of debauched marathon sex with an old flame. No, she hadn’t counted on that at all. She’d tossed a spare outfit into her saddlebag as an afterthought, just in case she wound up on the wrong side of tipsy at the reception and needed to spend the night at the hotel.

If she stayed any longer, she’d be lucky if Janny didn’t show up and drag her away by her hair, ready to detox her from the latest dose of Prinsen poisoning. And she’d been horribly afflicted. She’d indulged in every raunchy urge, quieting every second thought with more sex.

She pulled on her cut-offs, all too aware she didn’t have a pair of panties. Somehow, she had to make it out of the hotel room this time. Because if she slept with him again she’d wind up missing work tomorrow morning. She needed a few hours alone in her own bed, and a shower longer and hotter than the one she’d dared take here. Because in twelve hours she had to be Miss Taylor, respectable kindergarten teacher and trusted member of the community, not the harlot eager to do whatever drifted through Antonnis’s dirty mind.

The jangling of the bathroom doorknob nearly had her jumping out of her skin. Didn’t the man need sleep? Thank goodness she’d remembered to lock it this time.

“
Liefje
? Did you start without me?” His warm voice had her flushing in all the wrong places, especially sans panties.

“Almost done.” She finger-combed her long hair, which had already started to curl. She’d hoped to get out before he woke and made a seductive case for staying another night. Which she could not do. Could not. Her stomach twisted and cramped, fighting against what she knew she had to do.

Being a responsible adult sucked. This had been much easier when she was a daring kid, not a woman with something to lose.

She pulled in a deep breath of the shower-steamed air, wishing they hadn’t used the bath gel yesterday to get creative because now the clean scent brought to mind lather sluicing down chiseled abs to a rock-hard cock ripe for the fucking. Damn it.

“Babe? Are you okay?” He rattled the door again.

She gasped, not realizing she’d spoken out loud. She turned the knob which released the lock. His hand must have still been there too, because the door pushed wide until they stood face-to-face and much too close together.

His unpretentious grin shouldn’t leave her entranced. Yet his casual confidence and the sparkle in his pale-blue eyes squeezed her heart, reminding her that the moment she’d stepped into this room with him she’d fallen back into their old pattern as if the last five years didn’t exist. As if she hadn’t been shredded when he’d sailed away the last time.

She cleared her throat and tried to move past him, but he stood his ground like he knew she planned to flee. He reached for her, sliding his palm against her cheek and lifting her face so she had to look at him.