Her hand matched the strokes of her mouth as she took him as deeply as she could, then released him, inch by tantalizing inch, lavishing attention on the swollen, plum shaped head.
Chris fought the urge to grab her head and force her to take him deeply into her throat. Instead he stood complacent as she set the pace, kissing, licking, sucking, savoring him.
He could feel his balls tightening up, and he fought the impending climax, bearing down on him like a freight train. He wanted to absorb every detail of this moment. The wet heat of her mouth and tongue, her beautiful blue eyes that looked up knowingly as she watched his pleasure, the soft weight of her breasts, bobbing gently as the water swirled and lapped around her.
One hand stole between his legs, gently cradling his balls, rolling them around in her palm as she suckled him hungrily.
She moaned, low in her throat, and he felt the vibration in every cell.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come this way, wasn’t sure if she wanted him to. His eyes focused on her full, wet mouth, sliding up and down his shaft, thick and glistening. He held her head in his hands, stilling her movements. “You need to stop,” he groaned, “I’m too close.” Her tongue circled him lustily. “I want to taste your come in my mouth.” Breaking free of his hold, she sucked him deep into her throat.
White stars appeared behind his eyelids as he came, pulsing thickly against the back of her throat. His back bowed as she continued her firm suction, until she had milked him of every last drop of come.
His knees buckled with the force of it, and he sank into the water, gathering her into his arms. He marveled at the faint tremor in his hands. How could she do that to him?
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“Do what?” Julie asked, a tentative note in her voice.
Chris hadn’t even realized he’d spoken the words.
He gathered her closer, trying to free his brain from the soft pink mushy feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Do what?” she repeated, trying to push out of his embrace. “Did I do something wrong?” He tightened his arms around her, pulling her so she sat facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“God, no,” he whispered, burying his head in the soft curve of her neck, drinking in the warm scented flesh, tasting her in a soft nipping kiss when scent was not enough.
“Then what did I do?” Julie pressed, her voice muffled by the flesh of his shoulder muscle.
What could he say? That she made him come harder than he ever had in his life? That she, a relative novice when it came to sex, constantly surprised and amazed him every time they made love? That he felt like he could make love to her forever, and never stop wanting her, and that the thought of that scared him to death?
“I just can’t believe how you make me feel,” he said finally.
“How do I make you feel?” She pushed herself back, capturing his face in her hands so she could look into his eyes.
His hand came up to cradle her cheek, and he rubbed his thumb across the fullness of her mouth.
“Amazing,” he said softly. “You make me feel absolutely amazing.” Julie stared back at Chris, but she couldn’t read the emotion behind his intense midnight gaze. A thousand questions roiled through her brain. Having never brought Chris to climax this way before, Julie was of course gratified by his response. However, maybe his look of overwhelming exhaustion was typical.
Amazing.
Amazing like, I love you, you’re so amazing; or I always feel amazing after a really good blow job?
But nothing in his expression of satiation indicated any deeper emotion, so Julie kept her questions to herself. Instead she just leaned forward and kissed him softly, trying to convey all the tenderness she felt with that one caress.
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“You make me feel amazing, too.”
Something flashed in his eyes then, something burning and intense, but it was gone before Julie could identify it. Then, without warning, Chris stood up, barely catching Julie before she toppled over backwards into the knee-deep water.
“I’m hungry,” he said quickly. “Are you hungry? There’s a ton of food back on the boat.” He dove cleanly into the waves, his dark brown head bobbing up sleekly several yards away. With a leisurely, graceful stroke he made his way back to the boat.
She needed to keep it together, if only until she got on that ferry tomorrow. She was starting to see things that weren’t there. Like for a minute, she could have sworn she saw something close to love in Chris’s eyes, before he had started a lazy crawl stroke back to the boat. Just because she wanted to see it, didn’t make it real.
She was going home the day after tomorrow and that was it. She would put in for that transfer, and armed with her newfound knowledge and experience, try to be the strong, independent woman she knew was lurking somewhere inside her.
And with her life firmly back in perspective, she would see her affair with Chris for what it was. A momentary blip on the radar screen of her love life, a passionate interlude that would help jumpstart her new life as a sexy, single, independent woman who was in control of her life.
It was not,
she told herself firmly as she ducked under the water,
love
. Not the real kind anyway, that grew into marriage and babies and rubbing Bengay on each other’s arthritic knuckles.
Remember who Chris is
. Brian’s brother. David Dennison’s son. Like father like son, like brother like brother. He’d never given her any indication he wanted anything more than this. She may have fallen in love with him, but she was not so dumb as to believe Chris was the kind of man a woman could pin her hopes on.
Julie pulled herself up the ladder and was immediately wrapped up in a huge, thick beach towel. She looked up to see Chris smiling down at her with a look so tender she promptly forgot everything she’d just told herself.
Even though he’d always been something of a bad boy, a black sheep, he was generous with his friends and family. He was thoughtful. This day was evidence of that.
More than that, he was smart, responsible, and resourceful. It took an extraordinary person to start something from scratch and turn it into a well regarded, not to mention profitable, business in just five short years, but that’s exactly what Chris had done with Holley Cay.
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Not for the first time, Julie thought that her father and Chris’s father had chosen poorly in grooming Brian to eventually take over the D&D business. Brian might dress and act the part of the savvy executive, but at heart he was a spoiled child who cared only for the power his position could afford.
Her eyes stung with the combination of seawater and tears as she contemplated her own stupidity. She herself had been blinded by Brian’s act, and even when she had suspected the truth of his nature, she had willingly deluded herself in deference to her parents’ wishes.
And all this time, she’d been focused on the wrong brother.
From the beginning, she’d always loved Chris. Loved him with every inch of her swollen, aching heart.
Her eyes tracked him hungrily as he gathered up a picnic basket, lounge chairs, and a huge beach blanket and loaded them into the little motorized dinghy to take them to shore.
But love him or not, it didn’t make a difference. He was not about to change his ways or change his life just because Julie had fallen in love with him. And Julie wasn’t prepared to turn her back on her family obligations for something that wasn’t real.
She wiped her face and went to retrieve her bathing suit and shorts from where Chris had discarded them. All she had to do was keep it together until she left and make sure that Chris never guessed the truth about how she really felt.
Easier said than done, Julie thought later as she helped Chris spread out a huge beach blanket on the sand and unfolded two chaise longues. The entire day seemed designed to seduce. The sailing, the private beach, the ridiculously elaborate picnic complete with chilled lobster and wine…
As though he needed any help. She felt a new surge of lust as she admired his bare torso while he laid out their lunch buffet. He flashed her a cocky grin when he caught her staring, as though he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Lunch first, then dessert,” he said, pulling her down on the blanket beside him.
She lay back and pulled him down on top of her. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers for a deep, leisurely kiss.
He responded enthusiastically, one palm sliding under the hem of the tank top she’d put back on along with her shorts. Julie wriggled and sighed at the feel of his warm, heated palm against her stomach.
Releasing her lips, he rained soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose. Julie nuzzled her face against his PrivateParty
mouth, her heart swelling at the tenderness in his caress.
Her hands traced the sleek muscles of his back, reveling in the way they rippled under his hot, smooth skin. She drew one leg up against his hip, cradling his pelvis in the soft curve of her belly.
His mouth came back to hers, gently nipping at her bottom lip, then soothing with a flick of his tongue.
He pulled back a moment and gazed down at her. His blue eyes gleamed with lust, and something more.
It was as though in that moment, he felt as overwhelmed as Julie by the sheer pleasure of being there with her. As though he, too, felt like he was the luckiest person on the planet to be on that beach making love to her.
God, she loved this man. But the only sound she emitted was a soft moan as she pulled his head back down to hers, trying to convey every bit of emotion in her kiss.
Maybe it was the harsh midday sunlight, maybe it was the knowledge that this was one of the last times she would ever make love to him, but suddenly everything became more acute, more intense. Her body became a mass of uncontrollable sensation, enveloped in the heat of the sun, the gentle caress of the breeze, the sound and smell of the ocean.
And Chris, the texture of his skin, hair roughened in some places and smooth as a baby in others. His scent, warm, musky, flooded her senses. She wanted to touch him, taste him everywhere, memorize every square inch of his body and absorb it into her own.
Her caresses grew more frenzied as the throbbing ache between her thighs intensified. “Please, Chris, I need you inside of me,” she whispered. She wanted him so much she was physically aching for him.
But he wouldn’t let her increase the pace. “Slow down, Buttercup. We have all day, and this time I want to take it slow.”
She moaned as he stripped off her tank top, the cotton fabric abrading her already ultra-sensitive nipples.
The warmth of the sun made them pucker even tighter, until they were like tiny little points demanding to be kissed and sucked.
She sighed in relief as he bent his head. But instead of giving her the firm suction she craved, he circled her areolas with his tongue, first one, then the other, his mouth coming within a hairsbreadth of where she needed him but not quite touching.
“Don’t tease me,” she murmured with a sharp tug on his hair to emphasize her point. He left her breasts all together to trail soft kisses across the smooth skin of her belly. She decided to try a different tack.
Releasing his hair, she reached down in between them, firmly rubbing his erection through the heavy nylon of his shorts. “I want this, Chris, inside me, now.” PrivateParty
Rather than following her directions, he chuckled softly and easily captured her hand, and pulled it away from his fly. “Patience, Jules. Just be patient, and I promise it will be worth the wait.” She opened her mouth to protest as he captured her other hand and held her wrists pinned above her head. Her words of protest died on her lips as he settled more firmly against her, his chest gently crushing her breasts as his steely erection settled against her hot, melting core.
“This time I want to touch you everywhere,” he whispered, his tongue thrusting against hers in a deep, familiar rhythm.
She moaned and squirmed against him, already at the edge of climax and he hadn’t even taken off her shorts. It was as though their earlier sex play hadn’t even occurred. Chris had awoken an ache inside her that would never be truly satisfied.
His mouth slid down her throat, across her collarbone, and finally,
yes
, his mouth closed over her nipple with a firm pull that sent her arching off the blanket. She rubbed herself against him, straining against his hold on her wrists, her breath coming in harsh pants.
He released her wrists, and she immediately thrust her fingers into his hair to hold him to her. He used his fingers to tease the other stiff peak, biting and pinching her nipples until she went nearly out of her mind with the pleasure and pain of it.
Her legs entwined with his, the sole of her foot rubbing encouragingly up and down the back of his calf as her hands kneaded the muscles of his back and shoulders. His skin was warm, slick with sweat, and she smelled his arousal rolling off of him in waves.
“Oh, yeah,” she sighed in pleasurable anticipation as Chris trailed hot, wet kisses down her belly. He slid her shorts and her bikini bottom down her legs in one move.
His hands slid up the insides of her thighs, his mouth following his progress. She quivered as the heat of his breath touched her, like the softest of kisses against her sex. Her already highly aroused flesh engorged even more as her body strained, yearning for the touch of his lips and tongue.
“Do have any idea how much I love going down on you?” he whispered. His tongue delicately traced her cleft as his fingers parted her, opening her even more fully to his eyes and his touch. “You taste so amazing.” His tongue swirled around the hard knot of her clitoris. “And when you come against my mouth, I imagine how you’ll feel when I’m inside you, all pulsing and slick and snug around my cock.” He buried his mouth against her in earnest, his tongue swirling and thrusting, his lips sucking. She was already so primed she came within seconds, crying out his name.
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“Ouch!”
Julie looked down at Chris with slightly bleary eyes. How odd that after only two weeks it seemed perfectly normal to see his dark head buried between her thighs.