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With my thumbs, I rub the sunscreen into the juncture where her thighs meet her delectable little ass, making small circles as I move closer and closer to her sex. I firmly press into the soft flesh just shy of her slit, then skim over it lightly before moving back to massage lotion into her inner thighs. She wiggles enticingly.
“Then I’d make my way slowly down your body, kissing and tasting every inch of your skin. I might occasionally take a little bite.”
I move down the length of her legs, kneading with firm strokes. I figured out a long time ago that for a woman, a massage can be almost as erotic as sex, and a powerful form of foreplay, and I’d made it my business to learn how to do it well. She sighs as I press into the instep of her delicate feet. Even her arches are sexy.
“Roll over.”
She wordlessly turns onto her back and closes her eyes.
“Should I go on?”
“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.
I pause for a moment, drinking in the sight of her before working some more of the lotion across her upper chest and onto her shoulders. “I’d lay you down in front of me. Like you are now.”
Her hips twitch slightly.
With firm hands, I rub lotion into her arms, moving them as I speak. “I’d lift your arms over your head, just like this, and then I’d tie them there so you were helpless, unable to stop me from anything I wanted to do.”
I grip her wrists in one of my hands, holding her hands above her head as I dribble sunscreen straight from the bottle onto her skin, just above her belly button. She flinches slightly at the contact. Still holding her wrists, I smooth the lotion over her belly.
“I’d add a blindfold,” I continue conversationally, noticing the way her skin is flushing from the effect of my words. “So every assault to your senses would be a surprise. All you’d know in the darkness is my heat, my touch, my smell.” My hand slides under the string of her bikini top between her breasts and she arches up slightly. “I’d take my time, enjoying every inch of you. With my hands, my fingers, my lips, my teeth, my tongue. Nothing would be safe from my exploration. Your mouth, your nipples…your clit. They’d all be mine for the taking.”
She moans softly.
“I’d tell you to open your legs…wide…and instruct you to keep them open for me while I inspected what was mine. And if your legs started to close, I’d lightly slap your pussy to remind you to keep them open.”
Her thighs slam together. I have never wanted a woman like I want her. With lotion-slick hands, I gently part her legs again, rubbing the cream into her inner thighs. “Then I’d spread you wide and hold you open as I tasted you, licking that sweet pussy of yours until your excitement flowed onto my tongue. I’d slide my fingers into you and finger fuck you while I teased your clit with my tongue until you came with big shuddering sobs, and when you finally came down from the high of the most intense orgasm of your life and begged me to stop, I’d just do it some more. I’d force a few more orgasms out of you until your body was limp and your voice was hoarse from screaming my name. Then I’d replace my fingers with my hard cock, sliding it into you until I filled you completely. I’d fuck you, hard, so you’d know you were mine, until we both came together.”
I slowly stroke over the column of her neck, feeling her throat move as she swallows hard.
“Umm…God, that’s…really kinky,” she finally says, her voice strangled.
I chuckle darkly. “Yes, sweetheart. It certainly is. And that’s just the beginning. The preface, if you will, for the darker and more depraved things I’d want to do to you. I like to be in control, in every situation,” I add deliberately, making sure she doesn’t mistake my meaning. “So now you know why you should stay away from me.”
Her body is slick now, glowing with the sheen of sunscreen. I snap the top of the bottle closed, set it down on the deck next to her, and release her wrists. “If you burn now, it’s not going to be my fault.”
She opens her eyes and locks her gaze with mine. She smells delicious. Like coconut oil and secrets and sex. It’s a fucking heady combination.
“Show me the kiss,” she says softly.
One taste. I tell myself that’s all. One kiss to satisfy the off-the-charts lust that’s been building between us since I first touched her that night in Vegas. Just one more kiss to get her out of my system.
With one arm bracing my torso, I bend over her, cupping her cheek in my other hand as I press my lips gently to hers. They’re soft, softer than I remember, and I kiss her slowly, savoring the feel of her lips against mine. I dip my tongue languidly into the wet heat of her mouth, licking her leisurely. My God, she’s sweet. I pull back, determined to stop.
But she threads her fingers in my hair, dragging me closer. With a growl, I take her mouth, biting her full bottom lip and thrusting my tongue greedily, desperate to possess her, but somehow I feel like the one possessed. I can’t get enough of this woman. She’s intoxicating. I’ve wanted women before. I’ve taken what I wanted, when I wanted. But McKenzie’s different. I want more than her body. I want to crawl into her mind and explore her thoughts, uncover her secrets, exploit her fantasies; I want to peel away the layers and know everything about her.
She sucks on my tongue erotically as she arches into me, and suddenly I want nothing more than to make her shatter, to watch her come undone beneath my hand. With one hand on her oil-slicked belly, I stroke over her taut stomach, inching down. I slide my hand under the waistband of her bikini bottom, surprised and even more turned on when I encounter smooth, bare lips and wet heat. Very wet. How about that? She whimpers and pushes up into my hand.
That’s all the invitation I need, and I sink a finger into her wet channel, thrusting several times before pulling out to rub the juices over her hard little clit. She moans and I kiss her again, devouring her cries as I alternate between plunging my finger into her and pulling it out to toy with her clit until she’s writhing on the cushion beneath me.
She arches her back, her pelvis grinding into the heel of my hand, and I give her more, adding a second finger.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” She’s uttering the words like a mantra as she clutches at me. With my thumb on her clit, I press lightly, moving in the tiniest of circles as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. I need her orgasm, her surrender, like I need air. She gives it to me, coming with a keening cry, her body wracked with great shudders, and I’m totally fucked. I want to take her with more than my hand; I want to fill her with my cock, with my seed. She was made for me, and on some primordial level that defies logic, I want to claim what’s mine.
She’s practically sobbing as the waves of pleasure finally subside, and I stretch out next to her, gathering her into my arms. She snuggles into me, her body molding itself to mine. My stiff cock throbs against her leg through my swim trunks.
“I know what it is about you that reminds me of Liam,” she murmurs against my chest. “You make me feel safe.”
Her words douse my lust like a bucket of cold water. What the hell was I thinking?
I carefully extricate myself from her. “I’m not your brother. And you’re far from safe with me. You wanted to know what you’d get with me, and now you do. Now you know why you should stay away from me.” I get to my feet, eager to leave. “I should make sure we’re on course.”
I turn and escape to the head, trying to ignore the hurt and confusion in her eyes.
