My nipples tighten into little pearls and a carnal ache explodes between my legs. I’ve never wanted a man so badly.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky. “You fulfill every one of my wishes.”
I am about to throw back some ridiculous comment, but I stop myself. I’m naked. He’s not. We’re standing in a giant closet filled with dresses. “Any chance you have a bed somewhere in this big warehouse?”
“Better.” He scoops me up and kisses me hard. I close my eyes and lose myself in him, in the endless textures that comprise such a complicated man.
We kiss at a ravenous pace, and then he stops and lowers me to my feet next to something large.
I look to my right. “A yacht?”
“Sailboat. It has a bed.”
“Oh.”
He climbs the short wooden ladder and offers me his hand.
“I can’t believe I have no clothes on, and I’m allowing you to ogle me like this.”
“Your bravery will be rewarded.” He tugs on my hand, and before I know it, we’re below deck on a small, but soft bed. There’s only a small amount of light coming through two little round windows at the sides of the cabin.
He lays me down and begins removing his clothes, having to crouch a little because of his height. First goes the tie, then the jacket. When he gets to the shirt, I try to remain calm. I want to remember every second, every inch.
He undoes the buttons one by one, staring into my eyes. It reminds me of that other dream. Yes, the freakin’ banana suit and horse head dream.
Thank God this isn’t as awkward.
When the shirt comes off, I try not to act like I feel. Because, damn. Look at those abs. Ridges upon ridges, stacked like bricks from the ground up. His chiseled chest and lower abdomen have a light dusting of reddish brown hair, just enough to hint at what I’m about to see.
The throbbing ache between my legs grows, silently begging for him to hurry up and slide himself inside me.
He kicks off his shoes and then unbuttons his pants. He takes it slow, putting on a show for me. He knows he’s my wish. Maybe he’s known all along, and he’s just been waiting for me to realize it.
The pants come off, and his body is everything. That narrow waist. That V above his hips pointing down to what has to be the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. He’s long and thick and hard as hell.
I want to tell him how perfect he is, but instead, I just open my legs.
His hungry eyes lock on my entrance. “I think we’re going to be late for dinner.”
I smile. “Maybe not. I’m about ten seconds away.” Just looking at him is so arousing that he could cough in my general direction, and I’d come.
His sensual lips twist into a sly smile. “Let’s try for a little better than ten seconds.” He lowers himself onto the bed, between my legs.
Our mouths collide in bruising kisses. I feel the crown of his shaft prodding at my hot, wet entrance. My nipples ache for his touch and mouth, but the soft friction of his light chest hair is pretty damned nice, too. I want him in so many ways. Every cell in my body is dying of hunger.
“Where’s your condom?” I whisper between searing hot kisses and frantic grinds, our two bodies demanding release.
He stills with his cock nudged between my folds and lifts his head. The deer-in-headlights look in his eyes says it all.
“Seriously? You have every designer dress known to man in this place, but no condom?”
“Christ.” He groans. “I’ve never brought a woman here.”
I love hearing that. It confirms what I feel, that this thing between us is special. “I’m flattered, but I really need you…” I groan with trepidation and throw my head back.
“Not to worry,” he says with a confident, charming twinkle in his eye, “I’m good at compromises.” He glides down my body, his lips trailing kisses the entire way.
“Wait. What are you…” His mouth covers my clit, and he begins massaging with his tongue.
I clench my eyes shut and grab fistfuls of sheet. “Sonofa…oh…” He pushes his fingers inside me, and how he does it, I don’t know. He just knows where to go. He presses on my G-spot and flicks his tongue until I’m seeing a blinding white light exploding. I cry out, somewhere in the back of my mind knowing that he’s pleasuring himself with his free hand the entire time.
I moan and grip his head of silky hair with both hands, curling myself toward the flaming ball of ecstasy exploding deep in my core. “Fuck. Fuck. I can’t” …speak or breathe or think.
After he wrings every delicious contraction out of me, his head breaks free from my greedy grasp. He bows his large body, covered in ripped straining muscles, over me. He plants an arm beside my waist, and I watch his strong hand gripping that pink plump dick while it strokes vigorously. Suddenly, his eyes clench shut, and he stills. With a deep, guttural groan, cum explodes on my stomach. It’s hot and thick, and all I can think of is how for as long as I live, this is what I’ll think about when I pleasure myself. This towering, hard, beautiful man, lost in this moment of carnal bliss. It’s sinful and dirty and unspeakably sexual, but it’s so damned beautiful to watch.