Having my arms wrapped around Nate’s body certainly feels good.
He insisted on being the one in the driving seat on our way back, and I couldn’t argue. Not this time. My breasts are pressed firmly against his back as we skip over the water, and I take the opportunity to cling closer to him, enjoying everything about the position.
As we head closer to the resort, the maze of bungalows comes back into view. I spot mine, the furthest away on the last path. Nate slows down and comes to a stop outside the bungalow across the way from mine.
The one that houses my diamonds.
“Why are we stopping?” Panic rises in my chest. He knows. No, I’m being stupid. He won’t have seen them, and there’s no way he’d have linked them to me. I take a deep breath.
“Because I’m in charge now. And I want you inmybed. Jump off.”
I follow his command and land on the deck. The bungalow has the same layout as mine. Luxurious, no expense spared. I cast my eyes around now I can see in the light of day, but my eyes stop on the bamboo vases for a brief second.
Nate’s hands run down my shoulders and turn my body to face him.
The open plan layout gives me the opportunity to eye up the bed. Wide, soft, perfect to be messed with.
“You are dangerously sexy in this,” he says, running his fingers around the outline of my bikini top. “But I prefer to see you naked.” The contact drops, and he walks past me to go inside. My breath stutters out of my mouth as I try to figure out his game and watch him sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom.
“Hey, what’s up with the cold shoulder?” The frost in my voice quickly melts when he looks at me. Lust. Pure and simple. And it burns for me.
“I told you. I prefer to see you naked. You were more than happy to parade in front of me at lunch. Now I want you to parade in front of me while I decide on all the things I want you to do to yourself before I take you again. And again. And again.”
¡Caray!
My pussy flutters in response to his words and I open my mouth to draw in a breath. If he wants me naked, he can have me naked.
I pull the string and loosen the tie around my back before teasing them to the side, lifting it over my head and tossing it in his direction, stripper style. My hips shimmy as my fingers teaser the bikini briefs over my hips until they drop to the floor. I take a step back until my calves hit the bed, and I fall down onto the plushness, leaning back and widening my legs just a fraction, waiting for my next instruction.
“See, dangerously sexy. Push back on the bed, open your legs and play with yourself. I want to see your fingers run all over that soft skin of yours, Gabby. Make me jealous of your fingers.”
I can count on my hand the number of men I’ve slept with over the last few years. None—not one—held me as enthralled as Nate does now. His voice. The sexy look in his eyes, the need burning under the surface is enough for me to do just about anything he might ask of me tonight. After all, it’s only ten days, and then we say good-bye.
My body relaxes back on the bed, and I drop my legs to the side, thankful that I’ve kept up with at least some of my yoga exercises over the years. The tremble in my hand is faint as I ease my fingers across my hip and between my legs.
Nate’s body leans in, his weight rocking forward the closer I get to my pussy. His eyes hone in on my flesh, and I tease, just a fraction before I give in to the pleasure and let my finger swipe through my swollen flesh.
“Hmmm.” We both moan as my head tips back. I’m slick, coating myself as I move my hand back and forth. The pad of my finger rubs over my clit, sparking a lightning storm across my body.
“In. Put your fingers inside you. Make me want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick again.” His voice is hypnotic, and I do exactly as he says.
My fingers press inside, and I stretch myself as I push deeper. My legs drop to the side, needing more. Desperate for more. One isn’t enough. Nate stretched me, filled me, and I want to feel that again.
Three fingers, back and forth. Back and forth.
I fall back on the bed, unable to keep eye contact with Nate while keeping up his instruction. My other hand works the contours of my body, and I pull at my nipples trying to generate the same passion that Nate did when he sucked them into his mouth.
“Tease yourself. Don’t make yourself come. That’s for me. Not you.”
I continue to pleasure myself. It’s nothing like the times I’ve used my fingers to get off. That’s for relief. This is full-bodied, hot passion. Everything that falls from his lips makes me feel sexy, as if it’s an aphrodisiac in itself.
“I can see you glisten. You’re so fucking ready.”
“Yes,” I moan, on the edge between wanting to make myself come and following his instruction.
“You want me inside? Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, god, please.”
