Enslaved by the Ocean
Page 38
When I meet Hendrix’s lusty gaze, it only spurs me on.
It could be a great chance for me to make him want me so desperately he can’t look back.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I continue swaying my hips while my fingers slowly lift the top. When I reach my breasts, I flick my head and do a half-curve of my body, making my hair flick and my body twist in an extremely sexual manner. I lift myself back up, wiggling my hips as I lift the shirt over my head. When I gaze at Hendrix, he’s so damned hard his jeans are straining against his cock. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wild with need.
“Keep going,” he rasps.
I toss my shirt onto the ground, and I spin so my back is facing him. I wrap my arms around myself and wiggle my ass as I unclip my bra. I shimmy it off, and toss it onto the ground. I hear Hendrix suck in a breath, and my cheeks flush even more. I slide my hands down my body, still swaying my hips softly, and I grip my shorts. Doing my best “ass girl” maneuver, I slowly grip them and move my hands down my body with them, leaving my ass in the air. Hendrix growls, and I know that he’s enjoying the view.
I step out of my shorts, and slowly run my hands back up my body before looking over my shoulder at him. His fingers are pressing into his thighs, and he’s breathing deeply. God, he looks so fucking yummy, sitting there, looking so desperate. He lifts his hand, and twirls his fingers. “Spin, baby. Let me see.”
I do as he asks, and slowly turn. I see his entire body go rigid when I am facing him, and my heart begins to pound. My fingers are up near my breasts, semi-covering them. “Drop the hands, incocencia,” he rasps.
Slowly, I lower my hands. His eyes widen, and he makes a deep throaty groaning sound.
“Dance, baby. I need you to dance.”
I begin to sway my hips again, and slowly I let my fingers slide over my body. I close my eyes, taking myself to another place. Knowing his eyes are on me, God, it’s a feeling I can’t quite describe. He’s making everything inside me come alive, but most of all, he’s making me feel…beautiful, sexy, alluring…hell, he’s making me feel like a woman. I’ve never felt that in all my life.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he hisses.
I open my eyes, and meet his. And we hold that look as I slowly move my fingers down and hook them into my panties. I begin swaying my hips and lowering myself again, only this time I keep my eyes on his. His gaze doesn’t stray; he doesn’t let his eyes move from mine. He just watches me, letting those deep brown eyes burn into me. I step out of my panties as soon as they’re lowered, and then slowly, I move up, until I’m standing. Heat flares in my cheeks, and I break eye contact with Hendrix.
“Are you ashamed?” he murmurs, moving so he’s standing. Then he stalks toward me.
“No, I…”
“You’re fucking exquisite, inocencia. Like a fucking dream.”
His words make my entire body break out in shivers. I wrap my arms around myself, at which he reaches out and stops me. His fingers curl around my wrists, and he pulls them up above my head, raising my breasts. His gaze lowers, and his jaw flexes as he watches my nipples harden beneath his gaze. Slowly, he lowers his head, still holding my arms up, and he captures my nipple in his mouth. I gasp, and my legs wobble as he begins to swirl his tongue around and around, causing a pathetic little whimper to escape from my lips.
When he closes his teeth over, and a little pinch shoots through my chest, my knees do buckle.
He gently lowers me onto the floor, and his hard body falls over mine. I can feel his erection pressing between my legs as I widen them to accommodate him. His jeans press right to my core, and when I shift, he hisses. “You’re so fucking hot, I can feel it through my jeans. Fuck, inocencia, I need to be inside you again.”
I whimper, and drop my head onto the floor as his lips find my neck. The desperate need to taste him is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I want his lips on mine, I want his tongue to dance with mine—I just want to see what he tastes like. I need to see what he tastes like, more than anything, I am desperate to crush my lips against his. Feeling them sliding up my neck to nip at my ear makes that need so much more intense. How can one man be so incredibly addictive?
“On the couch I want you to ride me, but first, I want your sweet mouth around my cock,” he murmurs into my ear, before wrapping his arms around me and lifting us both.
He turns us and walks over to the sofa, sitting himself down and pulling me over him. I’m straddling him, our bodies are rubbing together and our faces are close. Slowly, without thinking, I move my lips in closer. Before I can make it, his hand slides up and tangles in my hair, halting me. We’re so close that I can feel his warm breath tickling my lips. Our eyes are locked, and the heat sizzling between us is so intense my entire body is on alert.
“You know the rules,” he murmurs. “No kissing.”
I bite my lower lip, and let my eyes travel down to his lips. So full, so manly, and I long to feel that stubble rubbing against my lips as I slide them all over him.
“What about other places?” I whisper, lifting my eyes.
“You can kiss me anywhere else,” he rasps.
I move my head in closer, tilting it to the side and pressing it just outside of the corner of his mouth. He releases my hair, and makes a pained growling sound. I slide my tongue out, making a small circle, before moving across his jaw. I can taste him; the faint saltiness to his skin is actually quite a turn on. The small spikes of stubble that my tongue encounter every now and then just spark me on. When I reach his ear, I slide my tongue out and flick his earlobe. He curses, and his hands slide between my legs, pushing them apart so I’m straddling him fully, and then his fingers slide in to find my damp clit.
It could be a great chance for me to make him want me so desperately he can’t look back.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I continue swaying my hips while my fingers slowly lift the top. When I reach my breasts, I flick my head and do a half-curve of my body, making my hair flick and my body twist in an extremely sexual manner. I lift myself back up, wiggling my hips as I lift the shirt over my head. When I gaze at Hendrix, he’s so damned hard his jeans are straining against his cock. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wild with need.
“Keep going,” he rasps.
I toss my shirt onto the ground, and I spin so my back is facing him. I wrap my arms around myself and wiggle my ass as I unclip my bra. I shimmy it off, and toss it onto the ground. I hear Hendrix suck in a breath, and my cheeks flush even more. I slide my hands down my body, still swaying my hips softly, and I grip my shorts. Doing my best “ass girl” maneuver, I slowly grip them and move my hands down my body with them, leaving my ass in the air. Hendrix growls, and I know that he’s enjoying the view.
I step out of my shorts, and slowly run my hands back up my body before looking over my shoulder at him. His fingers are pressing into his thighs, and he’s breathing deeply. God, he looks so fucking yummy, sitting there, looking so desperate. He lifts his hand, and twirls his fingers. “Spin, baby. Let me see.”
I do as he asks, and slowly turn. I see his entire body go rigid when I am facing him, and my heart begins to pound. My fingers are up near my breasts, semi-covering them. “Drop the hands, incocencia,” he rasps.
Slowly, I lower my hands. His eyes widen, and he makes a deep throaty groaning sound.
“Dance, baby. I need you to dance.”
I begin to sway my hips again, and slowly I let my fingers slide over my body. I close my eyes, taking myself to another place. Knowing his eyes are on me, God, it’s a feeling I can’t quite describe. He’s making everything inside me come alive, but most of all, he’s making me feel…beautiful, sexy, alluring…hell, he’s making me feel like a woman. I’ve never felt that in all my life.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he hisses.
I open my eyes, and meet his. And we hold that look as I slowly move my fingers down and hook them into my panties. I begin swaying my hips and lowering myself again, only this time I keep my eyes on his. His gaze doesn’t stray; he doesn’t let his eyes move from mine. He just watches me, letting those deep brown eyes burn into me. I step out of my panties as soon as they’re lowered, and then slowly, I move up, until I’m standing. Heat flares in my cheeks, and I break eye contact with Hendrix.
“Are you ashamed?” he murmurs, moving so he’s standing. Then he stalks toward me.
“No, I…”
“You’re fucking exquisite, inocencia. Like a fucking dream.”
His words make my entire body break out in shivers. I wrap my arms around myself, at which he reaches out and stops me. His fingers curl around my wrists, and he pulls them up above my head, raising my breasts. His gaze lowers, and his jaw flexes as he watches my nipples harden beneath his gaze. Slowly, he lowers his head, still holding my arms up, and he captures my nipple in his mouth. I gasp, and my legs wobble as he begins to swirl his tongue around and around, causing a pathetic little whimper to escape from my lips.
When he closes his teeth over, and a little pinch shoots through my chest, my knees do buckle.
He gently lowers me onto the floor, and his hard body falls over mine. I can feel his erection pressing between my legs as I widen them to accommodate him. His jeans press right to my core, and when I shift, he hisses. “You’re so fucking hot, I can feel it through my jeans. Fuck, inocencia, I need to be inside you again.”
I whimper, and drop my head onto the floor as his lips find my neck. The desperate need to taste him is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I want his lips on mine, I want his tongue to dance with mine—I just want to see what he tastes like. I need to see what he tastes like, more than anything, I am desperate to crush my lips against his. Feeling them sliding up my neck to nip at my ear makes that need so much more intense. How can one man be so incredibly addictive?
“On the couch I want you to ride me, but first, I want your sweet mouth around my cock,” he murmurs into my ear, before wrapping his arms around me and lifting us both.
He turns us and walks over to the sofa, sitting himself down and pulling me over him. I’m straddling him, our bodies are rubbing together and our faces are close. Slowly, without thinking, I move my lips in closer. Before I can make it, his hand slides up and tangles in my hair, halting me. We’re so close that I can feel his warm breath tickling my lips. Our eyes are locked, and the heat sizzling between us is so intense my entire body is on alert.
“You know the rules,” he murmurs. “No kissing.”
I bite my lower lip, and let my eyes travel down to his lips. So full, so manly, and I long to feel that stubble rubbing against my lips as I slide them all over him.
“What about other places?” I whisper, lifting my eyes.
“You can kiss me anywhere else,” he rasps.
I move my head in closer, tilting it to the side and pressing it just outside of the corner of his mouth. He releases my hair, and makes a pained growling sound. I slide my tongue out, making a small circle, before moving across his jaw. I can taste him; the faint saltiness to his skin is actually quite a turn on. The small spikes of stubble that my tongue encounter every now and then just spark me on. When I reach his ear, I slide my tongue out and flick his earlobe. He curses, and his hands slide between my legs, pushing them apart so I’m straddling him fully, and then his fingers slide in to find my damp clit.
