Page 107 of Nowhere to Hide
The song changed over to a slow, bass-heavy song with lyrics talking about letting the world burn for his woman.
It tightened something in my chest, the ache racing down to my long ignored cock.
She rocked back against me and matched the light sway of the boat. Darkness encroached into the cabin of the catamaran. The low lights that slowly gained wattage left us in a soft cocoon.
She let her head fall to the side and I sucked greedily on the fluttering pulse until she let out a soft little moan.
With my other hand, I tugged up the skirt of her dress on her right side. She shivered, my name a sigh as I revealed more ofher leg. With the filmy material bunched into my hand, I lightly scraped my fingertips along her outer thigh.
She swayed and I banded my other arm across her middle, trapping her against me, but she was free to go.
Free to step away if she wanted to.
But she lifted a hand to touch my face. To let me know she wanted to touch me as much as I wanted to do the same to her. Her fingers drifted into the shorter strands of my hair, the light pressure matching mine.
“Can I touch you?” My voice was little more than a growl.
“Please.” She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder. “Please make me feel something other than afraid.”
I traced the edge of her underwear. The simple cotton sliding to the side easily. I groaned at the warmth and silky softness of her mound, but drifted over the cotton panel instead of underneath.
Her shuddering sigh ended on a groan. I stroked her again and again until the wetness gathered and pooled through the material.
She rocked against my touch—against my cock lengthening against her ass. She went on her toes asking for the touch to deepen, but I wanted her here. Standing on the edge with only pleasure filling her brain.
The natural rocking of the boat mixing with the music wrapped around the both of us until there was no before. No after.
Just the now.
I nipped at her jaw, her ear, then her neck until I found her pulse again. It pounded under my tongue, and I drew on it just as I flicked my fingertip under the elastic and sunk deep into her and felt her suck me in, felt her breath catch as she detonated.
I held her tight, my own needs slammed into a box where I could ignore it.
I just needed to take care of her.
The heat of her flooding my fingers, the citrus swirled with her heady darkness. I wanted my head there between her thighs. To taste every bit of her, but this was enough for now.
Even if I wanted everything.
Her nails clawed along my forearm and wrist as she struggled against the vortex of pleasure we were sitting in. Her humming moans turned chaotic as she slipped away from the soft to the realm where her body took over.
I stroked harder, knowing she needed more than just my fingers, but this had to be good for now.
I dipped a second finger inside and flattened my palm against her slick clit to add pressure to the friction and she sagged in my arms.
I tightened my other arm, holding her tight against my thighs, my teeth sinking into her shoulder because I had no other relief. Her sobs rolled out into a cry.
Knowing I pushed her too far, I slipped out of her and twisted her around so I could scoop her up.
She arched her back, still wrapped in the aftermath.
Her nipples beaded tight under the material, and her skin was flushed with her orgasm.
I strode to the couch and held her on my lap, stroking her back as she trembled against me. The release tripped a deluge of tears. It wasn’t surprising, she’d been on edge for so long and today was a lot.
“I’m sorry.” Her teeth chattering around the words.
“It’s okay.” I kissed her temple. “It’s just the adrenaline slamming into?—”
