God, this was torture! My entire belly filled with fire. No more waiting!
Every second he wasn’t in me was a lifetime of torture too long.
“I need you. In me. Now.” I was breathless.
His hands cupped my ass and lifted me up. On one foot he hobbled before sitting back down on the couch. I didn’t care if he fell, I didn’t care if I fell, all that mattered was we were together.
Our lips crashed against each other with the hunger of a shark that lurked somewhere below the seas.
My tongue tasted the salt on his lips as his tongue explored mine. His hardness pressed against every intimate being of me only to be separated by the thin fabric of my panties. My hands were against his face, his hair; I couldn’t leave them anywhere longer than one second because I couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’m a lot to take in. So I suggest you take your time, and take as much of me as you can,” his husky guidance grumbled as he lifted me up for a moment.
“Here, hold onto me. These have to come off.”
There I stood on a yacht in the middle of the sea, spread eagled, standing with my pussy right in Bradley Rainshaw’s face. Again.
He slid his pants off.
And just like that, his thick, hard, famous dick was inches from me and I was still covered in lace.
His quick fingers slid into the fabric and pulled hard against my skin.
“Ah!” I cried out in shock as he ripped the panties off me in such a damn hot James Bond move that I nearly came from the masculinity of the moment.
“I’ve only seen that in movies.”
He lowered me against him, letting me feel his rod against my lips down there. The pressure was so good, so orgasmically good, that simply this would be enough. I was quivering against his intimate touch.
Enough?
No, it wouldn’t.
Who was I kidding? I needed the entire package.
“Well, there’s a lot of things I can show you. That I want to show you. That I plan on showing you. I want you to know I’m clean. You can trust me. Do you want me to wear a condom? Because I can and will.”
“I know this is stupid to say, but I trust you.”
“It’s not stupid. I trust you, too.”
Our lips crashed into each other once more. I was aware of every pounding sensation happening between us down below, the way I already clenched in response to the sensitive touch of his cock against my cleft. He lifted me up slightly with his hands cupping my ass cheeks. He lightly lifted and lowering me, letting my clit feel all of him, making me so wet, from pounding in relentless desire. I moaned and I cried out at the sensation. I was already feeling that build up sensation of a sweltering orgasm. I felt myself clenching. And as I did, he lifted me up and his tip entered my tightness.
“God, you’re so wet and so tight.”
“Smart bitches hardly see hard dicks.”
I don’t know why I said it but I did. “I’m too chicken to have a vibrator,” I drunkenly admitted, covered in lust at that feeling of him entering me. I was very tight, and he was very large, but my eager wetness, passion, and intense desire to be filled completely by him paved the way for me to slowly lower over half of his shaft.
His eyes shot open with a boyish charm. Oh, just you wait till later. I brought plenty of fun things that will change your life.
All I could do was nod in agreement because he might as well be speaking a different language. I was hearing him; but they were just muffled words compared the sweet torture of him in me.
Him.
Bradley.
He already filled me, touching a place in me that made me feel sensations so deep, I closed my eyes and leaned into him. My heart pounded wildly as I was mid-orgasm already from the pregame action.
I sank lower and lower and lower until he wrapped my legs around him and every single bit of him was in me. I melted into him. I gelled into him. Every bit of sensation, every bit of pleasure, was literally wrapped up around him and I was his. It was a pleasure bomb going off, a tsunami of large waves ready to consume everything in its sight.
It was such an intense moment between us. The look in our eyes spoke a new language downloading its message in our hearts. Our souls decoded the deeper meaning. It was a new found level of connection as we held each other tighter. He wrapped my legs around him harder. He thrust deeper in me and our kisses drank each other in.
There was no other way to explain this passion; it was the connection of love.
Fuck.
I loved him. I freaking loved him. I knew it. But I couldn’t say anything. Not at all.
“Take me, Bradley. I…I’m…” I didn’t want to say anything else and I let my lips do the talking as our hot kisses spoke such a language, a special language, that only our hearts and our sexes could do the decoding.
We fit together like a glove. Like a perfect glove. And I didn’t want to let go.
Our moans were sexy as fuck. Hot. Like so fucking hot you could make it its own sound app of sexiness. Such sounds made my nipples so hard, the hair on my neck stood up, and chills flooded every single square inch of my body.
His hands knew what to do as they cupped my ass and took control of the thrusts. With every thrust I slid back down, my clit crashing into his hard lower abs. Every lift, I took him deeper as if that were even possible. I pulled away for air and looked into those eyes. Those eyes that had a special look I’d never seen before.
A look that signified he was mine.
A look that held a knowing.
A look reserved for this special moment.
“Because you’re mine” crooned the song playing in the background, the track on a loop.
Because you’re mine….
Ohhhhhhhh yeah….
Our hearts pounded together, joining an anthem, running its own marathon together. We were connected, finally. Body. Mind. Soul.
I cried out as my hands searched for something to grab, anything. His hair, his face.
I fought for something to reach for as the intensity of the orgasm flooded through my body like a roaring volcano, ready to release as he rocked me beyond my control and I held on for the ride. My nails clenched into his strong muscles as I cried out in absolute pleasure into the moonlight. I finally found my release; Bradley Rainshaw was true to his promise.
It was everything I could ever dream of, hope for, or imagine and more. I wanted to bottle the memory up to drink it every morning and night forever.
> Hours later with the moon making its journey to the other side of the yacht signifying it was now approaching the witching hour, we had settled into a cozy element.
“Tell me something. What’s it like for the entire world to basically know your every move? What’s it like for everyone to talk about you? It’s like the time when Leonardo DiCaprio was up for another Oscar nomination for The Revenant. Everyone knew he should win. Everyone talked about it. Even people who don’t care about the Oscars or movies secretly wanted him to win. Some wanted him to fail, though. I feel like the whole world is buzzing about this news and I don’t know how you handle it all. The whole celebrity gossip thing. People wanting you to win or fail.”
The gentle rock of the waves cradled us together in the most romantic, sweet way. I could stay in his arms forever. I didn’t want to leave his arms. Here, out in the water, where all you see are the clouds and the occasional shooting star, and white foam, everything was peaceful and there was no distraction. There was no judgy fish or whale or sharks, but once we landed on soil, unless it was the Sahara desert, there would be no more hiding. I didn’t know if I could handle this type of fame—of people judging me and calling me sick for being with my stepbrother, for being in love. How would that play out? My stomach knotted a bit thinking about it all. Could I handle it?
The sea breeze blew my blonde locks across his tan skin. It was us. Coiled. Together.
“Come here, you.” He breathed me in and I felt so much tangible love in his arms, it felt like warm liquid covering my entire body. The feeling was unlike anything describable. The most comparable thing was to a never ending orgasmic love. Love.
“I don’t care about what everyone’s saying or doing. All I care about is this one person right here.”
His fingers swirled a circle between my breasts and I wanted his touch to never leave.
“I care about you, too.” My hand covered his as I curled up into his chest, breathing in the magic of the night.
The moon’s light shined majestically down on us, causing the light on the dark stained wood to shine. All I could do was stare. Stare and smile and remind myself to breathe because every so often I would hold my breath, knowing that this would all go away very soon.