Page 15 of Paradise Found
Later that night, when the moment turned to a blissful memory, Oleanna would realize that he gave her so much more than physical ecstasy.
Axel awakened a need so intense, so mired in emotions she could barely acknowledge, that she had to stop its powerful surge. It was a feeling that was suspiciously, and therefore dangerously, like hope.
After a night of touching and kissing, pleasuring and holding, they packed a picnic and jumped into the convertible for a drive around the island.
First stop, a drugstore for condoms.
Next stop, an isolated beach where he parked behind a large tree and Oleanna straddled him, her breasts begging for his mouth.
He feasted on her nipples, rubbing his jaw’s stubble against the delicate tan line he was obsessed with. She rode his cock so hard, she tested the car’s suspension.
They snorkeled, ate pineapple ice cream, got tossed around the wild waves of the North Shore, and nearly got a speeding ticket on the way back to the cottage. He was distractedly rubbing his hand on her thigh while they raced down the interstate. He slowed to take the exit just in time.
Axel jumped out of the car as soon as they parked. He rushed to her side so he could carry her over the threshold. A vivid plan formed in his lust-tunneled brain: make love on every surface for the next two weeks.
“Let me down!” Oleanna squealed. Her body contradicted her complaint because she tightened her arms around his neck.
As he carried Oleanna over the threshold, the image of carrying her into his home in Minneapolis overwhelmed Axel. He tightened his grip under her thighs which made her giggle and squirm.
“Stay still,” he stated. “I’m trying to impress you.”
If her snort was any sign, the romantic intention was underappreciated.
“Is that what you’re doing?”
“Maybe. Are you impressed yet?” He sat on the sofa, placing her over his lap.
She shifted to straddle him, lifting her summer dress, finally making accessible the infuriating underwear that had impeded his hands throughout the drive back.
“Very,” she rasped while pressing down onto his raging erection. The contact made them both groan. And because she let him, Axel gripped her hips and moved her body in a tight circle while he thrust upward.
Her head flung back, exposing her neck and the top of her breasts. He leaned forward to nip the skin begging for his mouth.
“Take this dress off before I rip it,” he grunted.
She unzipped the dress just as he pulled off his shirt. Finally, her puckered nipples pressed against his body, triggering the blooming sensation in his chest that intensified every time they touched.
Their lips locked and tongues danced. Axel eased her onto her back on the sofa.
“Are we not even gonna make it to the bed?” she asked breathlessly.
“Can’t,” he grunted, already unbuttoning his pants and releasing his aching cock. “Drive was too fucking long.”
“You know it only takes a couple of hours to drive around the entire island.”
“Exactly. A couple of hours of not being inside you is too damn long.”
She laughed at his grievance. He decided not to add that he was not actually joking.
He nipped the lobe of her ear and licked up her neck. “Your skin tastes so sweet, Oleanna. But nothing is sweeter than your pussy. I know its aching for my mouth. Now open up so I can make all that ache go away.”
He felt her breath hitch at his words. “It really shouldn’t be hot when you’re this bossy.”
“You love it,” he declared.
Axel sat on his heels and put his palms on her calves to ease them farther apart. Her glistening folds made his mouth water. “So beautiful. So wet and beautiful.”
He moved his hands closer to her center, each thumb on the outside of her channel. “Touch yourself, Oleanna. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
