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“Are you hoping to feel something Mr. Starks?” I tease, feeling his fingers linger longer than necessary.
“What straight male wouldn’t?”
“I could just take my top off and sunbathe topless for you,” I tease looking out at the water.
“Yes! You can, but then I’ll have to lotion every part of your tits, I don’t want them to burn.”
“And is that a problem?” I tease. I really do want to take my top off. “I’ve never sunbathed topless.” I don’t know why I find this humorous.
“You’re going to flash the crew and the guys? Because I’m sure you’ll have many onlookers. I can’t even begin to try to stop that from happening.”
I strum my fingers lazily up and down his arms. “Your forearms are awful sexy Mr. Starks.” I grin looking at them.
“Are they now, Ms. Amelia?” he teases lowering his face towards mine.
“Oh, yes very,” I whisper dropping my eyes from his to his lips. God, he has a beautiful smile. I tickle my fingers through his scruff making my way to his beautiful hair. “I love this.” He’s got that sexy grin now.
I smile when I feel his breath on my lips. His eyes are intense. I nudge his nose with the tip of mine. He opens his mouth as I hover my lips over his, just barely grazing them, dipping my tongue, teasing this new space. He growls, covering my mouth with his. His open-mouth kiss shoots straight to my sex, he has my libido on fire. His tongue glides smoothly and seductively into mine, searching me, studying me. Our tongues dance the perfect waltz. Complete harmony.
He’s shifting his weight, getting more comfortable, which I totally welcome! An involuntary moan escapes my throat as he runs his hand down my side, pulling my leg up around his hip. “You feel good beneath me,” he breathes into my mouth. Correction, he feels good on top of me, but I just keep kissing him. Threading his hair with my fingers. I’m so lost in him. I think I’m in love.
I gasp into his lips as he cups my breast in his hand. He’s grinning when I open my eyes, as he massages my breast. I look around and notice the girls slipped away.
He kisses my jaw, nibbling and sucking down my neck. “I want to kiss you,” he mumbles into my neck. He sucks my sun-kissed skin as he kisses lower down my breastbone.
“You are kissing me.”
He smirks. “I want to kiss you here.” He dips his hand under my bikini, teasing my nipple with his fingers. It elongates instantly. My sex throbs and gets wet. I moan, flexing my hips against his hard on as he circles my areola with his thumb.
“I want that too … but we can’t … I can’t …”
He grins, massaging me. “Why?” He asks kissing my cleavage, nipping the skin. “Everyone is at the swim deck.” Holy mother of Jesus, I’m about to die.
“Because it turns me on big time Mr. Starks.” He grins watching me. And he knows this, I can see it in his eyes.
“Did you just share with me what makes you want to get naked, Ms. Amelia?” I cover my eyes with my arm. He’s the devil.
“You’re a very naughty player,” I tease.
“I never said I wasn’t naughty.” He flicks his tongue across my skin. “You taste tropical.”
I smirk at him. “I’m done talking about this. Between your kisses and fingery things, I know you’re going to blow my mind once you start kissing my tits.” He grins and nods; he knows this is true.
“Fingery things, huh?” He laughs. He strolls his fingertips up and down my outer thigh. “You loved my fingery things. You will love what I can do with my tongue too, Ms. Amelia.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, god! Well, I’m sure I will.” I smirk watching him as he pulls me to standing with him. “Where are we going?” I ask grabbing my cosmo.
“To the swim deck. If you’re not going to let me kiss your nipples, I at least want to see you wet in this string.” I roll my eyes.
“You’re a terrible flirt, Mr. Starks.” I wrap my arm around his waist as we walk towards the others.
“No, I’m an excellent flirt.” He playfully nips my neck. “I’m terrible at waiting.”
QUINTON
“There’s the man of the hour,” Andy yells as he sees us approaching. Amelia laughs as we watch him do a backflip off into the water. Damn, she feels good hanging on my arm. I’m about to die with the desire to get in between her legs.
She grins, taking my gin and setting it down. “You’re awful dry, Mr. Starks.”
