Managed (VIP 2)

I wrap my arms around him and hug him close. I expect resistance, but he yields, burrowing his nose in my hair and breathing deep, hugging me as if I might disappear.

“It’s all right.” I stroke his tense neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“No, you should. Protecting myself is hurting them. I see it. But I don’t know how to change.”

My fingertips trace the narrow groove of his spine down his strong back. “Just do what you did with me.”

The shift of tension in his body is subtle but significant. I can almost feel him smiling, and I definitely feel the heat building between us.

His voice grows deeper, intent. “I don’t think they’d appreciate that approach, Darling.”

A hand slides down to cup my butt.

I smile. “Probably best you keep this particular treatment just for me.”

“Only ever for you,” he promises, his other hand moving down. He grasps my ass, kneading it with a growl of approval.

I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Take me to bed, sunshine.”

He begins walking, but doesn’t go into the house; he lays me down on the double-wide lounger beneath the shade of the bougainvillea before prowling over me, his lips finding my neck. One good tug at the bodice of my sundress, and my breast pops free.

“Gabriel—” I groan as he sucks my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “Not here.”

“Yes, here,” he says around the stiff tip, flicking it with his tongue.

I squirm, but my fingers find their way into his hair, holding him tight as he continues to lick and suck me. Another tug at my top and my other breast is exposed.

I glance at the open doorway that leads to the kitchen. “I won’t be able to look Martina in the eye if she catches us out here.”

He kisses his way over to my neglected breast, and catches the stiffened nipple with his teeth, pulling just enough that I lose my mind a little. I arch up, silently begging for more.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. Peppering my nipple with suckling kisses, he slides his hand under my dress and cups between my legs, where I am damp and achy. “I told her to take the rest of day off.”

I rock into his touch with a moan, craning my head down to kiss his temple. “Fuck… I say we give her the week off.”

He hums in his throat, slips his fingers beneath my panties. “Good plan.”

We don’t talk for a long time after that.

* * *

“Where are you going? I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is a love song, soft and tender, deep with possessiveness and the promise of luscious sin. It dances over me like a caress, and I shiver in its wake.

“I want to touch you,” I complain, though it’s not really a complaint. How can it be when he’s reduced me to this quivering, boneless mass of warm lethargy?

His dark chuckle is knowing. “Later. It’s my turn now.”

Big, hot hands slide up my legs, cup my ass. I close my eyes and hug the rumpled bed covers as those talented hands delve between my thighs and spread them wide.

Exposed. Swollen and wet. He’s taken me twice now. Once on the terrace, and then on the bed, where he was slower, more thorough, taking his time, making me beg for it. And beg, I did, pleading and panting, losing my ever-loving mind.

He rewarded me for it, making me come until I wept, stroking my skin, telling me I was his good girl in that low, stern voice I’ll forevermore equate with sex and pleasure.

He uses it now, a weapon in its own right. “So pretty,” he says, from his spot between my thighs. “I knew you’d be so pretty.”

The need to please him rises up within me. I tilt my hips, lifting my ass higher, showing him more of me. He hums in approval, his hands caressing my lower back, behind my knee. His breath tickles my inner thigh, and then he blows on my clit.

I groan, fighting the urge to push down and catch his mouth.

He knows. The dirty bastard knows what he’s doing to me. I feel the smile on his lips as he presses a kiss to my butt. And, really, I should make him pay for that, but his hand slides up my thigh, and my breath stalls as the tip of his finger slowly circles my opening.

“Mmm,” he says, swirling his fingers around, gently teasing. “So pretty.”

He dips his finger into me, barely enough to feel, then slides back out, gathering my wetness only to sink back in, deeper this time.

A soft kiss to the sensitive swell of my clit makes me jolt. Gently, so gently. Barely there at all, and yet it holds all of my attention. The lazy flick of his tongue, a lingering suckle, little kisses, and all the while slowly fucking me with his finger.