Throb (Life on Stage 1)

“You should take this room when you come back,” I say without explaining why as I show her the bedroom with the yellow painted walls.

“It’s the prettiest room in the house.”

I continue with the short tour of the inside and then walk her onto the back deck. There are a few people lingering on the beach in the distance to the west. This portion of the estate is the end of the public property line; the No Trespassing signs just before the beach that aligns with the main house warn that this is private property.

The large deck off the back of the house leads to a long and narrow boardwalk that trails over the sand dunes and down to the beach.

I sit on the padded lounge chair and watch as she looks out to the beach with a dreamy smile. I wish today wasn’t our last day here.

“It may not have the pool, but the view is just as beautiful,” she says.

“You’re right. It is.” I fold my hands behind my head and take in every last drop of beauty before me. We’ve been here for four days and I intend to enjoy the last twenty-four hours doing my favorite thing in Barbados. Her.

“Take off your clothes,” I say.

“You just want to christen the house.” She turns from the water to set her gaze on me.

I shake my head.

“No?” She squints suspiciously.

“I want you right out here.”

She turns back to look at the beach. It’s empty now, but people wander into this area once in a while. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes.

“Take off your clothes,” I repeat, this time with more of an edge to my voice.

She looks back at the beach again, then to me. “Bossy.” She slips the loose bathing suit cover-up she’s wearing from her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground.

“Untie the top.”

She hesitates—there’s a conflicted look in her eyes—but then she does that thing that almost made me lose my mind the first time I met her. She squares her shoulders, squints to assess me and, with a devilish grin tempting at her lips, she slowly reaches around and unties her top.

I slip my hand into my board shorts and expose my already hard cock. Her eyes follow my hand as I firmly grip at the base, then stroke the full length leisurely up and down. She’s ten feet away but I can feel her touching me just by the intensity of her stare. Watching her watch me is insanely erotic.

“Take off the bottom,” I say as firmly as I can muster, my voice already showing signs of strain.

This time she moves with less hesitation. She shimmies her bikini bottom down her sexy tanned legs and steps out boldly. Jesus Christ. I’d hoped to give her a vision she wouldn’t soon forget, but the vision before me will certainly be scorched into my memory for a long time to come. The sun at her back highlights her silhouette, leaving an angelic glow around her.

I watch as her eyes momentarily break from following my stroke to meeting my stare. She holds my gaze, her blue-green eyes darken with lust, and then I almost lose it when her tongue hungrily licks her painted lips.

“Come here. I want you to ride me. Face the ocean. Eyes open. Ride my cock until your vision goes blurry.”

Her breath audibly hitches, but she comes to me. I take her mouth in a kiss before turning her and directing her legs to straddle me. Her perfect heart-shaped ass facing me, her legs shake as she hovers, ready to take me inside of her.

My fingers curl into her sides as I grip her waist to guide her onto me. She lowers herself slowly, taking me inside of her a little at a time, inch by inch until her ass is pressed firmly against me. She doesn’t even have to move—the tightness of her pussy clenching me, the vision of her shapely ass and the sound of her labored breathing has me on edge instantly. The urge to fill her and mark her skin is so intense I can barely see.

“I need to come inside of you,” I grunt out and lift her, taking over the rhythm she’s set. I slam her back down on me hard and grip her hair when she moans.

“C. .C … Coop …” she whimpers. “Please.”

“I love being inside of you,” I groan, pumping up into her with full hard thrusts that meet her each time I guide her down. Harder and harder. Her hips circle and gyrate, taking in every inch that I give her until we’re both no longer able to hold back and we release together, her chanting my name over and over until she has no voice left to give.

Sated, we lie naked, wrapped in each other’s arms until it’s time to get ready for dinner. I watch from the doorway as she turns back and takes one last look out at the ocean. I hope this afternoon is what she remembers when she’s back here.

“You ready to go?” I stand behind her and kiss her shoulder. The white strapless sundress she’s wearing exposes her glowing tanned skin, it’s hard to keep my mouth off of her.

“Definitely.” She turns to face me and kisses my lips. “That guy out there gives me the creeps.”

“What guy?” I scan the beach but see no one in sight.

Kate turns to look back and shrugs. “Guess he’s gone. Who goes to the beach fully clothed in the afternoon anyway?”

Chapter thirty-one

Kate

I’m afraid to open the door. I’m not worried about what I feel changing, it’s everything around us that changes once I step outside again. Five days of bliss. It isn’t just my body that I gave over to the man sitting beside me, somehow he’s managed to steal a little piece of my heart. And stolen would be right word—since it isn’t supposed to be available.