Page 89 of Laws of Love
“So what happened?”
Her brother gave them the rundown of his encounter with the woman at the bar, and Aiva couldn’t help but shake her head. Maybe the women had wanted someone to spend the cruise with. It wasn’t unheard of, but that was what singles cruises were for. His rejection might make them think twice about their approach next time. After all, they say you attract what you give off.
One of Aiva’s favorite slow songs came on, and she grabbed Knox’s hand from her thigh. “Dance with me,” she requested.
She led the way to the dance floor, and they began a slow sway. Knox’s hand was low on her back as he held her close.
“Since we aren’t meeting everyone until the boat docks tomorrow afternoon. We could spend the morning in bed,” he stated.
“I like the sound of that. I’m sure I’ll need to recuperate after tonight, but we have to make sure you call Yas in the morning, too.”
“I will, baby, and what makes you think you’ll need to recuperate? You’re talking like I plan on giving you some tonight,” he teased with a smile.
“You do plan on it.” She rose on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Because I’m telling you that you are.”
Knox nipped her lower lip. “Yes, ma’am.”
When the song ended, they were returning to the others when a fan stopped them. The man apologized as he asked for a picture. Aiva volunteered to take it for them; Knox signed a hat the man had, and then they rejoined the group. He leaned over, and she knew what he would say, so she stopped him.
“If you apologize for taking a picture, I’m going to bite you,” she told him.
Knox chuckled. “Please do, baby.”
Aiva couldn’t help but shake her head, and she’d remember he asked her to later when they were behind closed doors.
37
“Knox,” Aiva moaned as she arched her back. “Knox, baby, please,” she pleaded.
She tried to pull herself away, but it was useless. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, locking her in place as he sucked on her sensitive clit. He was torturing her. It may have been the sweetest of tortures, but it was torture.
Aiva sat up on her elbows and looked at him to find him watching her. She felt like she was damn near close to tears as her next orgasm built, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself because she’d said she would need the morning to recuperate, and he was making damn sure that she would.
When they’d gotten back to their room from the lounge, they’d showered separately, the shower being barely big enough for one of them, and no sooner than he got out, he yanked her down on the bed and buried his face between her legs.
She’d cum three…no four times so far, and her clit was screaming for a break at the same time it was barreling towards its next orgasm. Aiva wasn’t sure she’d ever had a partner who enjoyed giving oral as much as Knox, and while she was not complaining about it, he definitely liked to see her squirm. Push her to the edge of sensitivity with his tongue.
He kept his eyes on her as he sucked her clit, watched the way her stomach dipped and quivered. Her legs shook, and she felt her next orgasm approaching. She bit her bottom lip as heat erupted in her stomach, and she tried to keep from yelling out. She was sure their neighbors, one being her sister, could hear her. The walls weren’t exactly the thickest. She didn’t succeed.
“Knox!” she exclaimed as her orgasm ripped through her, and it hurt. It hurt so deliciously, right at the precipice of pleasure and overstimulation. Aiva felt like her body was convulsing, and when he made no show of stopping, of releasing her clit, she gripped his hair. “Baby, please.”
His response was to suck harder, and she whimpered as she pulled his hair, trying to pull him away while trying to pull her legs free of the vice grip he had her in. She squirmed some more, and when it was clear he had no intention of releasing her clit, she grabbed his arm.
“Knox, seriously, stop eating my pussy.”
He did as she said, but it was with a chuckle against her pussy, and she knew it was the only reason he had. “It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
When he released her thighs, Aiva immediately moved away from him. “Well, if you weren’t trying to kill me with your tongue, I wouldn’t have had to say it.”
He licked his lips, the lower half of his face covered in her wetness, like moisturizer in his goatee. “You have to admit it’d be a hell of a way to go, but I can’t help that I enjoy the way you taste.”
“You can help the fact that you’re trying to kill me.”
He kissed his way up her stomach. “Well, they do call orgasms the tiny deaths.”
Aiva laughed, and it quickly morphed into a gasp as he rubbed his length along her slit, brushing over her clit. She placed her hands on his chest and nudged him off of her. When he lay on his back, she moved between his legs. He’d tortured her with his tongue expertise, and now it was time for her to return the favor. She knew also that she was still far too sensitive to take his dick.
She took him in her hand as he sat up and moved to sit against the headboard. She licked the underside of his dick, swirling her tongue around the head, and she looked up at him. His eyes were dark, the look in them predatory. It sent heat into the pit of her stomach. She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick again before taking it into her mouth.
