Page 39 of His Hawaiian Heart
That enigmatic smile curled her lips a moment before she said, “I’m afraid I need a few more data points before I can answer, Sir.”
I straddled her legs, planted my palms on either side of her body and leaned down to press my forehead to hers, speaking barely an inch above her lips.
“Point one. I’m going to kiss you until you fear you might pass out. Two. I’m going to suck your nipples, followed by nipping with my teeth and pulling and twisting with my fingers.Three. I’m going to lie between your thighs and do the exact same things to your labia. Four. I’m going to lick you from asshole to clit until I’ve imprinted your very essence onto my soul. Five. I’m going to tease your clit until you are begging me to let you come. Six. I’m going to push my cock into your pussy and you’re going to wrap those gorgeous legs and those fuck-me stilettoes around me. Seven, I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock. Eight, I’m going to flip you to your stomach, haul you to your knees, push your tits to the mattress. Nine, I’ll then fuck you doggie-style until you come again. And ten? When you scream out my name? I’m going to start all over again. Does that provide enough data for you to make a decision?”
“You had me at Point One, Sir.”
“So I just wasted time by listing all the others?”
“Not at all, Sir. Each one only made me more grateful that my suitcase burst open, that your grammy took pity on me, that her generosity brought you to me, that we didn’t just walk away with that first bump but took a chance. And finally, that we are here now in this bed naked together. So, Sir, as for my decision, yes, please. I’m good with that…allof that.”
My chest was heaving but not from exertion. It was with the knowledge that this woman, this incredible woman was the oxygen I’d needed to feel more fully alive than I had in years. With my eyes locked on hers, I lowered my lips that fraction of an inch and began.
Chapter Seventeen
Samantha
I’d gasped. I’d begged. I’d pleaded. And yes, I’d screamed out Sam’s name, way more than once. It had been the most intense, most sensational, most satisfying sex I’d ever experienced. And that bulge sure as hell hadn’t been a gerbil. That had been all cock, and what a glorious cock it was.
I smiled as I lightly drew a nail across his chest, watching small bumps appear and his nipples tighten. His pecs were so well defined that I could easily trace a path down their center, watching as his dick began to stir. How that was possible after he’d come so many times, I had no clue, but I wasn’t complaining. I could still remember the feel of him in my mouth. The sting of his hold on my hair hadn’t deterred me. The pain had only driven me with a desire to take him deeper, to lave his shaft, to open my throat and accept him as he pushed my head down in a silent order. He’d spoken of my essence and I knew exactly what he’d meant. I could still taste him on my tongue and craved more. Looking up, I saw he was still dead to the world. Poor guy, he had to be exhausted. I should probably let him sleep, but then, where was the fun in that?
Slowly, I moved down the bed, keeping close so he wouldn’t subconsciously miss my body heat and wake. The sheet had been loosely draped across his hips so it wouldn’t be a shock if I pushed it down just a teensy bit more. At my destination, I slowly straddled his thighs, being careful not to settle my weight onto them. I smiled as I traced down the furrows of his Adonis belt with my nails before bending forward to ever so softly blow across his balls. I had to bite back a laugh when his cock instantly did more than stir as it started to lengthen. Remembering his fascination with my hair, I took a thick strand in my fingers and brushed the curls against his cock as if using him as a canvas for my greatest drawing.
A slight shift of his body had me freezing, but when he stilled, I smiled and continued, leaning closer. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered softly, my words stirring the hairs that provided the nest when his cock was dormant. Using just the tip of my tongue, I started at the base and licked up the shaft until reaching the mushroom-shaped head. He truly had a magnificent cock. Then again, how could I expect any less seeing as he was the most magnificent man I’d ever seen.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply and ever so carefully, slowly lifted his cock from the rock-hard planes of his abs. Opening my eyes to see my target, I almost moaned when a pearly drop of precum oozed from the slit on the crown. I smiled, my tongue already tasting the essence I craved. Parting my lips, I bent just a trifle bit more and…
“Did you ask permission to suck my cock?”
My gaze flew up to see his looking down at me. I could lie, but then it wasn’t like he hadn’t caught me with my hand withdrawing from the jar with cookies in my fist.
Or your hand around his cock ready to stuff it into your mouth.
Mango, papaya.
A chuckle had me realize I’d spoken aloud. “I mean, no, Sir. I figured asking for forgiveness was the better way to go.”
“Is that right?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well,” he said, his hands already sliding down.
Remembering the feel of them in my hair, my sex clutched in glee. But it wasn’t my hair he was reaching for. His target was further south. How he sat up, slid his hands under my legs, and lifted me while I was still in a kneeling position, I’d never know. What I did know was that I thought I understood how an insect must feel when spreading its wings only to discover the branch beneath it had disappeared and it was hanging in midair.
“You figured wrong.”
I squealed and reached for his chest as he spread my knees further while he laid back again. “We’ll deal with the matter of your misassumption later. Right now, reach down and take my cock in your hand.”
What choice did I have other than to obey? Okay, I had a choice, but I sure wasn’t going to say no. Not when my nipples were already starting to ache in need. It wasn’t difficult to locate his shaft as it had gone from semi hard to rock hard while I’d just been hanging around. Stifling an urge to giggle, I wrapped my fingers as far as I could around his girth.
“Now, reach between your legs and use only your thumb and little finger to spread your pussy lips nice and wide.”
Okay, that was an order I’d never heard issued before, but if I had any doubt what he meant, all he had to do was softly say, “Mahalo.” Instantly, I saw the signal that was common on the island. I also remember him telling me it was used to signify gratitude, an appreciation for life and the promises of pleasure found in every moment.
Never had a word fit a moment so perfectly before. Even as I felt my face flush, I felt my pussy gush. I lifted the onlyremaining point of contact I had to brace myself, trusting he wouldn’t let me faceplant into his chest. Slipping my hand between my legs, I tucked three fingers into my palm and slowly began to insert the proper ones between my pussy lips.
“Eyes open and on me.”
