Page 59 of One Week in Paradise
I wonder if he notices the waybabyslips out or if he notices the way it makes me squirm.
‘I can do that.’
‘You look so beautiful in that dress,’ he says, gaze still firmly locked onto mine. ‘You look beautiful in everything, but that dress…’ He groans loudly, his hips bucking slightly. ‘Bailey, I don’t want to finish like this.’
‘How do you want to finish?’
‘Inside you.’
I reach my hand behind me and feel for the zip of my dress. In one smooth move, I tug the zip downwards, and my dress falls to the ground. Cash’s hand stills on his dick.
‘Fucking hell.’
I kick off my heels and saunter slowly towards the bed, edging his thighs apart with my knee as I approach.
‘Bailey…’ he says, his voice a warning I don’t intend to heed.
I straddle his waist, the thin layer of my panties acting as the only thing between his dick and my pulsating pussy. He brings his hands up to cup my breasts. His thumb runs over my nipple, and I can’t help but gasp at the touch.
We’ve explored each other’s bodies already, but this feels new. Like now that there’s nothing between us – no lies, no half-truths – we’re able to fully give ourselves to one another. And Cash doesn’t hold back.
He runs his thumbs over my nipples again, gently plucking at the buds as they stiffen and harden. ‘I’m never going to get tired of this.’
‘Me neither,’ I say.
He leans forward, presses his tongue flat against my nipple, and sucks it gently, experimentally. My keening whine clearly gives him the confidence to keep going because he suddenly bites down, and I throw my head back and cry out his name.
‘You like biting,’ he murmurs against my breasts. ‘Noted.’
I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his head up to meet mine. ‘I think I just likeyou.’
He gives me a lopsided smirk. ‘Also noted.’
He drops his hands from my breasts and slides them down my sides. I shiver at the touch. He’s being so gentle, like he’s mapping out every inch of my body and committing it to memory as he goes. His fingers tug at the thin material sitting low on my hips.
Grey-green eyes meet mine, and I give him a nod.
He grins, wide and bright, and then yanks my panties down. I lift myself slightly in his lap so I can pull them off. As soon they’re gone, joining the rest of his clothes in a dark corner of the room, Cash presses a finger against my clit.
‘Oh,fuck me,’ I cry, curving my back, so my breasts brush against his chest.
‘That’s the plan,’ Cash murmurs. He finds my lips again and pulls me into another searing kiss. He slides his finger up and down my soaking pussy, and I squirm irritably on his lap.
‘Enough,’ I whisper into his ear. ‘I’m ready.’
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He lifts me slightly, adjusts himself, and then pulls me down on his dick. I throw my head back and moan his name so loudly I’m scared our neighbours might hear.
‘Yes, baby,’ Cash murmurs in my ear. He’s shaking slightly as he forces himself to stay still and not move, giving me time to adjust to his size and make myself comfortable. ‘You’ll tell me if it’s too much?’
‘It’s not,’ I pant, experimentally rolling my hips.
The groan he emits is out of this world. He’s looking at me like I’m a work of art – hisfavouritepiece of art. He brings his hand to cup my ass cheeks and roughly squeezes them, helping to bounce me as I rock my hips back and forth.
We fall into an easy rhythm. Cash bucks upwards when I drop down onto him, creating a pleasurable kind of dance. The sounds he’s making are like a sweet melody composed just for me. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him moan my name or the way words likebabyandsweetheartandlovefall from his lips as he heaps me with praise.
Listen to him tell it, and I’m the best he’s ever had.
That shot to the ego is what sends me overboard.
