Page 45 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

I quirked a little smile. “Neither do I.”

He looked straight into my eyes. “Do you want to give it a try?”

My fingers toyed with his toi et moi ring. “An official you and me?”

“Yeah…Well?”

My mind was spinning and my heart was thudding. Jesus Christ. Was I ready for a relationship with this beautiful, romantic, sexy god? Could I handle it? The timing couldn’t be worse with the stock crisis and my job at stake. It might work. It might not. And there was still the long distance factor to deal with. Skyping sex did not make for a relationship. Was I just setting myself up to get hurt? He had a fucked a lot of women. And I was just one of them. I mean, he hadn’t said he loved me. And hell, I’d only known him for a little over a week though it felt like a lifetime.

Jaime’s sultry voice brought my mental ramblings to a halt. He tugged on my braid. “Come on, angel. The suspense is fucking killing me.”

If only I could consult Madame Paulette. I pondered—what would she say? Her husky voice sounded in my head. “Ma chérie, no risque no gain…It eez better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Her last words to me whirled around my head. Come on, who was I fooling? I was madly in love with this man. I wanted him more than he wanted me. I had to take a chance, regardless of the consequences.

“Yes,” I finally breathed. “But there’s got to be rules. Like—”

Cupping my face, he cut me off. “Gloria, there’s only one rule. Don’t ever leave me. The rest are meant to be broken.” On the loud crash of a wave, his lips crashed onto mine. Every part of me melted into him as he wrapped me in his arms and claimed my mouth with his. Oh, the power of a kiss! The power of this man! Nothing else existed. Our tongues twirled and swirled, dancing in unison to the music of the sea. His hard body pressed into mine, arousing every erotic fiber of my being.

I wanted him. All of him. As he clung to my mouth, I tore at his tee and kept contact, biting right through the fabric as I pulled it over his head. Once it was off, my mouth was greedily back on his.

“Oh, angel,” he moaned as I frantically untied his drawstring pants and let them drop to his ankles. There was nothing between them and his flesh. Kicking off his topsiders, he stepped out of the crumpled linen heap. Without delay, I kicked off my flip-flops and yanked off my pants. His huge erection brushed against my belly.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel all of him—every taut muscle, every fine hair, every square inch of his magnificent body. Delirious with lust, I struggled to get my tight tank top over my head.

“Let me help you,” he breathed into my ear. In one seamless movement, he lifted the top over my head and pulled me down to the ground. I was sprawled on his naked gorgeousness, my legs straddling him. Face-to-face, we were a tangle of tongues and limbs. Our chests rose and fell together. His heavy erection pulsed beneath me.

“I want to make love to you here,” I managed on a brief reprieve.

He groaned with pleasure. “Angel, take all of me. You know what to do.”

His words sent a wave of wetness to my sex, already an erotic sea waiting for him take the plunge. I leveraged myself on the palm of one hand, and with my other, I gripped his thick length and slipped the tip into my opening. His cock drove inside me. My muscles relaxed, hungrily drawing him in. He let out an impassioned groan. Once he was submerged, his fullness divine, I set my hand down and lowered myself to my elbows so I was anchored just a little above him. His beautiful face was in mine, our breaths almost one.

“Fuck me!” I cried out.

“Angel, you’re in control. Fuck me with your beautiful pussy. Take me over the edge.”

Feverishly, I clenched my muscles around him, then lifted myself off his length and slid back down the thick shaft until the crown hit my womb.

“Fuck, Angel!” he growled and started pounding away.

Oh, God. Being on top felt so amazing. So empowering. My undulating hips met his every thrust, the penetration as deep as it could get. And as good as it could get with his magnificent cock rubbing against my throbbing clit and hitting my G-spot with each long, hard stroke. His warm hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading. I kissed him everywhere I could until my hungry lips latched back onto his mouth, welcoming the invasion of his skillful tongue. Desperate groans escaped my throat. There was no stopping me now.

“Oh, angel, you do know what to do,” he moaned into my mouth. “You make me feel so fucking good.”

“The same,” I moaned back as the pressure inside me built to a climax. My nails dug into the hard earth; I wanted to hold off, not fall off the cliff, and feel his orgasm before mine. To experience my own power to send him over the edge. That fierce sexual power he had unleashed inside me.

I half-sobbed as my hips bucked, my own thrusts deepening as his plundering accelerated. In and out. Faster. Deeper. Harder. I knew he was close to coming. Sweat was beading on his forehead with each heavy breath, and his cock was pulsating.

“Oh, Gloria!” he roared as his cock convulsed, spurting its hot seed deep inside me. As he rode out his orgasm, I came hard, shuddering in thunderous waves of ecstasy around him. Gasping for air, I collapsed my head onto his sweat-drenched chest. His contoured pecs brushed against my cheekbones as my ears took in his rapid breaths and heartbeat that drummed with mine. His long fingers threaded through my scalp while I just lay there limp and motionless, my mind and body blown to pieces. I had just made outrageous, passionate love to my man on his heavenly turf. Fucked him where he’d once frolicked and sent him flying over the cliff with me right behind him.

I didn’t know how long we’d stayed in that dormant position when Jaime repositioned me so that I was lying on my back right beside him, my head resting on his rock-hard chest, his sculpted arm draped around me. The waves of the ocean bellowed below us, ebbing and flowing in rhythm with our own. All my troubles had washed away with the high tide. All that was in my mind was the beautiful man lying close beside me. Without even gazing at him, I could envision his hooded ocean blue eyes, those lush, kissable lips verging on that contented, cocky smile, and that dimpled chin and perfect nose pointed up at the sky. A peaceful smile splayed across my face.

He broke the long, blissful silence. “So, I guess this is no longer virgin ground.”

I laughed against his chest, feeling the vibration. “Guess not.”

He playfully twirled my straggly braid as we watched a billowy cloud roll in.

“My father used to play a game with me here.”

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