Obsessed, p.9
Obsessed, page 9
“Did he ever want you to linger in bed after you made love?” His words gusted air across the moist top of her inner folds which were engorged and protruding.
She nodded again, her throat tightening, burning.
“But you’d get restless, start to worry.” His tongue burrowed into the very top, sliding down a fraction of an inch to where her lips were cinched together with the pressure exerted by her closed thighs.
“I didn’t feel clean,” she said, between her teeth, fighting the arousal he stoked with each burrowing flicker.
“Did he ever say that?” His tongue touched her hooded clit.
Briana jerked, air escaping in a ragged gasp. “No!”
“What did he do when you refused to linger in bed with him?”
“He laughed at me when I fussed about my hair or when I complained about being sticky.”
“Did he laugh at you, or did he just tease you, Briana?”
The tender note in his voice, so warm after his pointed interrogation, had her blinking at gathering tears. “I don’t know…maybe…”
“Did you ever think that maybe he just wanted you to be natural with him? That maybe he didn’t know that you didn’t understand what a man really wants?” His fingers stroked over her fur, petting her like a kitten. “Men and women aren’t the same, you know, beyond the obvious. A man expects sex to be dirty, loud, and messy. When a woman surrenders her body and her modesty, he feels powerful. And power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
“Once…” she said in a tiny voice, “he called me a frigid bitch. Said I was so cold I’d make a polar bear shiver.”
“It wasn’t all your fault, you know. He didn’t understand your need for reassurance any more than you understood his needs.”
She sniffed and shrugged. “Well, it’s too late now.”
“It’s not too late for you to learn what you can do to a man. Knowledge is power, Briana. You don’t ever have to feel less than desirable, less than perfect just the way you are.”
“Even with all my phobias?”
“Were they always so strong?”
“Only in the last few years.”
“When things started going south with him? When you felt like nothing you did was right or good enough?”
She nodded slowly, realizing what he said was true. “You think I was trying to control the things I could because I couldn’t get things right with him?”
“What do you think?”
Briana wrinkled her nose at him. “Jesus, do you always answer a question with another damn question? You must think I’m incredibly stupid.”
“No, but you needed help to figure out why you were becoming so obsessive.”
“Something I refused to do. He did ask me to seek counseling.”
Both his brows lifted. “Then he cared,” he said quietly.
Briana closed her eyes briefly. “I thought he was slamming me. Just trying to find fault so he could blame everything on me.”
Malaki tucked a finger into her tightly closed thighs and slid between her folds. “How do you feel, now? Still uncomfortable with the idea of sharing this with me?”
“I don’t know if I can ever feel comfortable with it. But I’ll let you do whatever you want. Just so long as you promise you’ll get to fucking me sometime soon.”
“Ipo,” he growled, “I’m so hard my cock’s digging a hole in the sand.” He placed a hand on her thigh and lifted a brow.
Permission granted, she eased her thigh outward and opened herself to him and his devilishly grinning mouth.
“If you raise your knees, you’ll point that sweet pussy right at my mouth.”
Gawd, hadn’t she dreamed about this—his head dipping between her splayed thighs? She couldn’t hold on to her modesty, not when her moistening sex ached for his touch. She slid her heels in the sand, bringing her feet closer to her hips, and accepted the urging of his large hands against her inner thighs. Her pussy opened, releasing an embarrassingly moist sigh.
She jerked when his palms slid under her ass to bring her closer still.
“Relax,” he said, his voice soft, but tinged with a sharp edge of heat.
“Not possible,” she groaned. “I’m ready to come out of my skin.”
“You’re swollen, lovely,” he said, pressing a kiss against the smooth, slick creases where her thighs met her engorged labia. “And you smell like sex.”
“I told you I should have bathed.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” His tongue licked one soaked outer fold, then the other like a Popsicle.
“Sweet, sweet Jesus,” she gritted out, her head digging into the sand as her back arched.
Lapping like a dog, he used the broad surface of his tongue to clean away her arousal and the semen that seeped from inside her. The lazy laps stroked over her whole sex, glanced over her opening, which continued to clench and release, seeking penetration.
The strokes lengthened, beginning at the bottom of her folds, sliding all the way up to her cloaked clitoris. Each guarded touch against her clit sent a flash of electricity arcing toward her womb.
His hands squeezed her butt and brought her higher. His tongue licked the skin just below her cunt, swirling over it again and again, then gliding lower.
She jerked. “No!”
But his fingers bit into her bottom and held her tight. His thumbs spread her buttocks as his tongue swept over the tiny entrance in delicious circles that had her pussy spasming hard, liquid gushing from inside her and trickling between her buttocks for him to sweep away with more sexy glides of his tongue.
Her heels dug into the sand, and she lifted her bottom trying to escape him. “You can’t like that…can’t want to do that,” she moaned.
“Sweetheart, the way you’re bucking against me only makes me want it more.” His thumbs pressed harder, opening her anus, and the tip of his tongue fucked in and out.
She mewled, her hips beginning to pop frantically up and down, until at last he relented and swept upward, his tongue sliding between her lips, stabbing into her pussy which clasped around him, flexing faster.
Briana’s lungs began to burn, and she realized she’d been holding her breath. She dragged in staggered breaths, gulping at air as the tension eased fractionally, and she lowered her hips into her waiting hands, letting him knead her buttocks as he plied her with kisses and glides that continued to ratchet up her excitement.
She placed an arm beneath her head to watch. The image, so like the one she’d had when they first met, of his thick, curled locks dipping between her thighs, was so much richer now she had the sensations to fill in the details. The ends of his locks dragged across her tender inner thighs and belly. His tongue flicked out again and again to tease her with shallow stabs.
His eyes opened, and his gaze slammed into hers. Malaki lifted his head and lowered her ass to the towel, his fingers rubbing over her sex, then thrusting inside.
She couldn’t drag her gaze away, couldn’t close the window into her soul. Her vagina stretched around his fingers, clasping, swelling. Three fingers worked their way inside, and he twisted his hand, his thumb tunneling between her buttocks to strum her asshole, then pressing…pressing until the tip slid just inside.
He fucked her pussy and her ass, fingers stroking in and out. His gaze dropped to where his hands worked her flesh, and his free thumb and forefinger surrounded her hooded clit and squeezed, beginning to pluck and smooth over it until her breaths hitched again, and her eyelids slid shut while an orgasm began to build in lavish, sweeping waves.
Her clit swelled beneath his slick fingers, expanding and spiking hard until it peeked from beneath the hood, and he milked it delicately, rocketing her upward.
Briana keened, her body vibrating, tremors shivering her legs and belly while he continued to ply her with caresses and thrusts until she fell back, her knees dropping bonelessly to the sand, her breaths rasping hard in the silence that followed.
Malaki crawled up her body, covering her, his cockhead snuggling up against her pulsing cunt. He gathered up her legs, lifting them over his arms and shoving them higher until her thighs were against her chest and ankles behind his neck.
She dug her heels into his back and lifted her bottom, sliding him inside her with sexy swirls of her hips that screwed him deeper.
“Hold on, Briana,” he ground out, then began to stroke forcefully inside her, his thick cock cramming deeper, rutting steadily upward until each stroke drove her breaths between her lips in sharp, animalistic grunts.
Malaki powered into her, his knees gathering under him, his hips gaining leverage to slam harder, faster.
His strokes sharpened, ending with short grinds that dug his pubis against her clit, and once again, she was spiraling upward, her back coming off the sand as another fierce firestorm exploded inside her.
Malaki hammered her relentlessly until his own body trembled and he gave a muffled shout. Cum jetted deep inside her in boiling, pulsing streams.
With his cum, Briana felt bathed in heat and an exultant joy that seeped from her pores, making her skin feel as though she’d bathed in the moon’s glow.
His rocking motions slowed, and she eased her legs from his shoulders to wrap them tightly around his waist, not wanting him to withdraw, not allowing him to stop.
They rocked together, both sweating, both smiling, their faces close, their lips coming closer.
At last, he stopped, blowing out a deep agonized breath. His head sank, his cheek sliding alongside hers.
She lifted her arms from the sand where they’d lain throughout and slid them around his back, smoothing over the muscles pumped into rigid definition that flanked his laddered spine.
His nose nuzzled her, a kiss brushed her cheek, and then he came up on his arms. “Are you all right?”
She wondered why he bothered asking. Maybe he felt he had to be polite, too. Her wide grin had to tell him just how “all right” she was. “Wonderful. I’m wonderful.”
He came down quickly, kissed her lips hard, and then grimaced as he pulled his cock out of her. “You have to let me go,” he said with a crooked smile.
“Do I?”
“Guess you don’t, but unless you’re ready for me to fuck you ’til you’re raw, you better let me slide off.”
“Think you’re Superman?”
“No, but I’ve been packing a hard-on all day, and I could fuck you all night before I’m satisfied.”
“See me complaining?”
“No, but you will be sore come morning.”
“That’s hours away.”
“I have plans for you that will be spoiled if you’re not recovered.”
“Can’t you move those plans up?”
“Love to, but you need rest. And I’m here to serve your needs.”
“I’m really beginning to like the way that sounds.” Reluctantly, she unwound her arms and legs from his body and groaned in disappointment when he moved beside her, flopping down on the sand on his back.
“Going to tell me what’s happening tomorrow?” she asked lazily, staring at the stars above her.
“Nope.”
So he could be as monosyllabic as any man. And there she’d been thinking he really was Superman. “Will I like it?”
“Trust me yet?”
“I suppose. But I still don’t like surprises. Will it include me getting naked in front of another crowd of people?”
“Tomorrow’s agenda is private.”
“Guess I’ll be satisfied with that.”
“Ipo, satisfaction’s guaranteed.”
Briana awoke to something tickling the top of her shoulder. Lifting her face off the pillow, she cracked open one eye to glance behind her and found a dark rope of hair held between long, thick fingers, rubbing against her skin.
Oh yeah. She’d fallen asleep instantly when Malaki had tucked her naked into bed after showering away sand that had worked its way into interesting crevices. A good thing, too, because this morning her body ached inside and out. Briana moaned and pulled a pillow over her head, hoping he’d get the hint and let her sleep a little longer.
A slap landed on her bare backside. “Wake up. We’re going for a swim.”
Secretly thrilled to see him again so soon and that his authority was still plainly in place, she muttered, “I still haven’t bought a swimsuit—”
“And you still don’t need one—and you don’t need a bath, because I gave you a rather thorough shower last night,” he growled. Malaki leaned close and pressed a smacking kiss against the side of her neck. “And breakfast can wait until you’ve worked up an appetite. Any more excuses?”
She bit her lips to hold back her happy smile. “Guess not,” she mumbled, rolling to her back and blinking to clear the sleep from her eyes. Then her gaze fell on Malaki, and her heart and core warmed and expanded—the need for sleep forgotten in an instant.
Now, here was the man in the postcard. A bright-orange pareo splashed with large purple flowers swathed his hips and fell to mid-thigh. Somehow, the garden covering his lower half didn’t take a thing away from his bold masculinity. The impression might have had something to do with the bulge tenting the fabric between his legs.
Briana licked her lips, and then caught his glance.
One dark brow rose, and his hands settled on his hips. His broad, well-muscled chest gleamed as though he’d come fresh from a swim himself. His glittering, sun-flecked eyes flashed a challenge.
Still feeling high from her experience with him the previous night, she accepted the hand he held out to her and let him tug her from the bed.
He brought her flush with his body. With his cock digging into her belly, her core melted. Or maybe it was just residue from last night’s sexual escapades.
Perhaps she did need another shower after all.
“Do we have to rush outside right now?” she murmured, pressing closer.
His head bent, his lips hovering just above hers. “We have only two days left. Let’s fill it with new experiences.”
“I wouldn’t complain if we repeated old ones,” she said, smiling as she slipped her hand beneath his pareo and glided up his sleek, thick thigh.
Malaki shifted away his lower body, just far enough to allow her to explore the ripening flesh between his legs. His cock twitched as her fingers closed around his thickening shaft. With his warm, moist sex filling her palm, a flare of heat ignited deep inside her, sending another wet invitation sliding down her inner thighs.
She tugged his cock toward her and took a step back.
He followed, his feet scraping on the carpet, signaling his reluctance.
Briana paused to consider the watchfulness of his expression, knowing he waited for her to decide what she wanted to do. Somehow knowing that she’d disappoint him if she didn’t allow him his way placed a pall over her excitement…made her hesitate a moment longer while she considered the options.
Fall into bed with him now and let him plunder her body until she screamed? Or follow him out onto the beach to battle her fears of what lurked beneath the waves—and then let him plunder her body after she’d earned his approval?
His approval came with great rewards as last night had already shown her.
Her fingers released him, and she drew back her hand, sighing at the loss. “All right. The beach first. But I’m warning you now—your eardrums might suffer if something nibbles.”
His wide, approving grin was reward enough for now. Briana happily allowed him to pull her out the door and into the sunshine, proudly ignoring the unmade bed she left behind. Trailing behind him with a breeze licking at her naked skin, she shoved aside her concern about being observed. He’d promised her the beach was private.
They made a dash for the water, his hand holding hers firmly in her grasp. She understood why when they passed the edge of the palms, and she discovered they didn’t have the beach to themselves after all.
CHAPTER 9
James stood in the waves facing the ocean, waves lapping at his tight, bare ass in foamy caresses. His longish, streaked hair lifted in the breeze. Her gaze swept the wide shoulders and strong back—territory she knew all too well.
A blue-and-white blanket laid spread on the sand behind him. His shoes, an ice bucket, and a picnic basket were placed at the corners to keep it from flapping in the breeze.
It was a mighty cozy setting—for three.
Disappointment tasting bitter in her mouth, Briana jerked back her arm, trying to tug her hand from Malaki’s to make a quick escape back to her bungalow before James spotted them.
Malaki’s hand squeezed hard, just shy of crunching her knuckles. “You still don’t trust me.”
“I thought today was supposed to be private,” she hissed.
He ignored her struggles and kept walking toward the water. “It is. No crowds, no watchers. I saw the way you were with him last night. Even when he riled you, you were excited. And you seemed fascinated with his body.”
She was glad he refrained from saying “his cock.” She’d been fixated on his cock—and she’d thought no one noticed! “Am I going to get the wet suit again?” she bit out, still trying to wrestle from his grasp.
“You don’t need it. Let’s just have fun.”
“Fun?” She dug in her heels, but he pulled hard, jerking her off her feet, and it was either jog beside him or land on her butt. And she knew from the stubborn set of his chiseled jaw that he’d just drag her behind him.
When had he decided to go caveman on her? Was he jealous?
James looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening as they approached. His gaze flickered over her body, and she couldn’t help but see evidence of his approval. It jerked his cock. He splashed water against his belly and chest, rubbing his hands over himself, his expression heating and tightening. Then he turned and strode through the surf toward them.
Briana’s body tightened at the predatory gleam in his eyes. Between the sparkle in his gaze and the sunshine warming her skin, she began to tingle.
