Page 103 of Whirlwind

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“I’m glad I’m the first.”

“Me too.” I hugged him again, shutting my eyes to drink all this in. This was the best wine, the best champagne. The best gift.

His hands squeezed my ass cheeks over my towel. “Is Tag as gorgeous in real life as you’d hoped?”

“Oh shush.” I let go of him and tucked at the edges of the towel over my chest.

“Fess up.” His blue eyes grew darker, fiercer for just a moment, and my pulse tripped. “‘Cause you’re blushing.” His fingers traced a hot line down my nose, my burning cheek, my throat, lazying across my chest. “Is your heart racing?”

“Why don’t you check?”

His hand dipped under the towel and stroked my breast, and that liquid heat filled my veins again. My towel dropped around my feet with a soft thud. His stroking became more intense, rougher, faster. I unfastened his towel and tossed it. His cock stood at attention. Attention for me. I raised up and licked at the edge of his mouth. He dug his hands into my hair, bringing my face closer, his tongue driving deep.

My hand enclosed his cool hard smoothness, and a low noise escaped those lips, his body jerking in my hold. On a grin, I stroked his cock long and slow. “I’m dying to try a pool bed, how about you?”

“Ah shit…”

I released my hold on him and dove into the swimming pool.

He dove in after me.

40

Violet

The showerin the sleek marble bathroom redefined showers. Not a stall, but an open stone and marble wonder on a sunken platform with a wide nickel spout hanging overhead to pour a waterfall over us. An interior design fantasy.

But it was no fantasy, it was real. I made sure, because when Beck held me from behind, driving inside me, the side of my face pressed against the wall, I stuck out my tongue and licked the slick cold marble.

Oh yessss. So real.

We’d had sex on the floating pool bed, in the pool, licked each other on a wide thickly cushioned lounger where we’d fallen asleep for an hour, and now had finally crawled into the shower and found more mojo.

We dried off quickly and fell on the bed that was canopied with flowing sheer white and blue drapes. The entire suite was beyond anything I’d ever seen in real life. A design dream of muted colors, soft fabrics, smooth furniture, no harsh edges or corners. Everything echoed the sea, the stone. Everything soft, soothing. A dream-like quality of effortless cool and seductive sensuality.

I curled my hand in his, and his eyes shifted from the sea to me. Blue to blue. My breath caught in my throat, tickling me. I was tickled all over. “Thank you for this. It’s splendiferous,” I whispered.

He chuckled, a lazy, satisfied chuckle, and brought my hand to his mouth, his lips brushing my skin. My throat tickled again, and I drifted on a bed of blue eyes and blue waves.

* * *

A hand fastenedon my hip, another swept hair from my face. My eyes fluttered open and were greeted by the most beautiful sight. Bare-chested Beck, tight boxer briefs sculpted to his sculpted body. “Violet?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s about seven now. I thought that since dinner isn’t until ten, we could go into town and walk around, see the sights first. You up for it?”

I stretched out my arms, twisting on the bed. “Great idea.” My eyelids remained heavy. My body snuggled deeper into the mattress, the pillows.

“Look at you…” His warm breath fanned my chest. He leaned over me, his tongue stroked around the swell of one breast, flattened over a nipple.

I let out a deep sigh, my pelvis squirming as his hand stroked a thigh.

“You’re the best lollipop, the best popsicle…”

My back arched as his mouth sucked its way down my torso and landed between my legs. My one foot went over his shoulder to his back. His lashes and sucks were insistent and hungry. No delicacy, onlycome, come, come for me.Fingers slid inside me, searching, finding, delivering excruciatingly intense pleasure.

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