Enslaved by the Ocean
Page 51
His fingers run across the smooth skin on my hip as he devours my nipples, and I bite my lip to stop the desperate moan escaping. His fingers trace little circles on my leg before slowly moving up my thigh, gently caressing, teasing me. He releases my nipple, and lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. His look is questioning, as if asking me if I want more. I make a strangled moaning sound and he grins, slowly lowering his head and trailing kisses down my belly. My skin breaks out in tiny little shivers and my legs become tense. Oh, the anticipation.
He has my sex aching, desperate for him, and then he moves down past it. The need for him to put his mouth on me is overwhelming. “Please Hendrix,” I mewl.
“Soon, baby.”
He slides down to my toes, where he pops one into his mouth. The sudden throaty moan that escapes my lips has him chuckling. He kisses the ball of my foot, and then slowly drags his lips up my legs, kissing, stroking, kneading my skin with his palms. I close my eyes and let my head drop into the pillow. This…it’s different. My heart is aching, my body is aware of his every movement, and the need to devour him is sending me over the edge.
He moves his lips up the inside of my thigh and inhales. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
“Please,” I beg, arching my hips off the bed.
“Hush,” he murmurs, sliding his tongue out, and just touching the skin on the inside of my thigh.
Everything clenches, and my pussy begins to throb.
He moves his mouth closer, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin. Then, slowly, he dips his tongue into my exposed flesh and gently slides it up and around my clit. I begin to pant and my fingers grip the sheet, holding it so tightly they ache. I thrash my head from side to side, needing more. Hendrix presses harder, his tongue putting just enough pressure on to cause my clit to send a bolt of pleasure up my spine. I rasp his name and spread my legs wider, thrusting my hips up.
“Inocencia likes having her sweet pussy licked,” he breathes into my skin.
“Please,” I beg again. “Hendrix, please…”
“All in good time, baby.”
He closes his mouth over my clit and I jerk wildly, mewling and arching. He sucks it into his mouth, still flicking it with his tongue. Heat fills my body and my pussy begins to tighten and swell. Oh. Yes. When he gently slides his finger inside my no doubt damp entrance, I come. For a moment, I am incoherent as I whimper his name and he continues to draw every last shudder from my body. Then he’s moving up, sliding his hard flesh over mine until he reaches my lips again.
He dips his head and he slides his tongue into my mouth. I close my lips over it and I suck, tasting myself, tasting what he does to me. He growls, and his hands slide up and cup my head, lifting it slightly so he can deepen the kiss. He might not be able to tell me what I mean to him, but he’s showing me. Every kiss. Every touch. Every stroke of his hand against my skin. He’s showing me that he cares. He’s giving me what he can’t tell me.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, pulling back and cupping his cheek.
He closes his eyes, as if the very thought brings some sort of pain to his heart. He releases my head and slides his hands down my body, gripping my thigh and bringing it up and over his hip. Then he’s pressing against me, ever so gently, just probing my entrance, promising me pleasure but not going over the edge.
“I’m unprotected, Indigo,” he murmurs.
“I don’t care, I want you…all of you.”
He makes a throaty sound, and then he gently slides inside. My body tightens around him as an overwhelming sensation travels through my body. It’s that of something that’s real. Something pure. Something that’s just ours.
Hendrix drops his lips to mine again and he kisses me deeply as he begins to gently thrust. His body moves in and out of mine, and I can feel every inch of him on my skin. His muscles tense and pull when he does, and a fine layer of sweat breaks out on his skin.
He runs his hands up my arms, bringing them above my head. I drop my head back, mouth open, little whimpers escaping. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s not only a feeling that consumes my body, but it’s a feeling that consumes my heart. It’s the perfect balance, the perfect match. It’s a connection.
“So beautiful,” Hendrix murmurs into my ear as he slides his lips down my neck.
I cry out when his hands slide down and cup my cheeks. He’s holding onto me, his muscles are straining, his jaw is tight and his eyes are locked on mine. It’s a moment that’s so beautiful, so utterly perfect. He slides his thumb across the skin on my cheek, swiping a piece of damp hair off my forehead. Our eyes remain locked and we share something there in that moment, something uncontaminated by past pains and regrets. I close my eyes as my body swells with warmth and I climb closer to the edge.
“Eyes, Indigo,” he rasps. “Always on me.”
I open them and meet his once more, and what I see in them has my womb clenching with need. It’s gentle compassion, a loving glance that no heated look could ever compare to. He leans down, sliding his tongue over my bottom lip as he continues to rock his hips into me. I feel my orgasm nearing closer to the edge, and I know it’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever felt. There’s added warmth in my body that was never there before.
“H…Hendrix,” I say gasping. “N…now.”
He tilts his hips and sends me over the edge. Stars explode in my vision as wave after wave of pleasure travels through my body. I can’t even scream—all I can do is open my mouth and whimper his name over and over again. He is whispering in my ear, and his body is so tense I can feel every muscle against my skin, but he doesn’t pick up the pace and slam into me, he slowly rocks himself until he’s letting off an almost pained yell.
He has my sex aching, desperate for him, and then he moves down past it. The need for him to put his mouth on me is overwhelming. “Please Hendrix,” I mewl.
“Soon, baby.”
He slides down to my toes, where he pops one into his mouth. The sudden throaty moan that escapes my lips has him chuckling. He kisses the ball of my foot, and then slowly drags his lips up my legs, kissing, stroking, kneading my skin with his palms. I close my eyes and let my head drop into the pillow. This…it’s different. My heart is aching, my body is aware of his every movement, and the need to devour him is sending me over the edge.
He moves his lips up the inside of my thigh and inhales. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
“Please,” I beg, arching my hips off the bed.
“Hush,” he murmurs, sliding his tongue out, and just touching the skin on the inside of my thigh.
Everything clenches, and my pussy begins to throb.
He moves his mouth closer, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin. Then, slowly, he dips his tongue into my exposed flesh and gently slides it up and around my clit. I begin to pant and my fingers grip the sheet, holding it so tightly they ache. I thrash my head from side to side, needing more. Hendrix presses harder, his tongue putting just enough pressure on to cause my clit to send a bolt of pleasure up my spine. I rasp his name and spread my legs wider, thrusting my hips up.
“Inocencia likes having her sweet pussy licked,” he breathes into my skin.
“Please,” I beg again. “Hendrix, please…”
“All in good time, baby.”
He closes his mouth over my clit and I jerk wildly, mewling and arching. He sucks it into his mouth, still flicking it with his tongue. Heat fills my body and my pussy begins to tighten and swell. Oh. Yes. When he gently slides his finger inside my no doubt damp entrance, I come. For a moment, I am incoherent as I whimper his name and he continues to draw every last shudder from my body. Then he’s moving up, sliding his hard flesh over mine until he reaches my lips again.
He dips his head and he slides his tongue into my mouth. I close my lips over it and I suck, tasting myself, tasting what he does to me. He growls, and his hands slide up and cup my head, lifting it slightly so he can deepen the kiss. He might not be able to tell me what I mean to him, but he’s showing me. Every kiss. Every touch. Every stroke of his hand against my skin. He’s showing me that he cares. He’s giving me what he can’t tell me.
“Make love to me,” I whisper, pulling back and cupping his cheek.
He closes his eyes, as if the very thought brings some sort of pain to his heart. He releases my head and slides his hands down my body, gripping my thigh and bringing it up and over his hip. Then he’s pressing against me, ever so gently, just probing my entrance, promising me pleasure but not going over the edge.
“I’m unprotected, Indigo,” he murmurs.
“I don’t care, I want you…all of you.”
He makes a throaty sound, and then he gently slides inside. My body tightens around him as an overwhelming sensation travels through my body. It’s that of something that’s real. Something pure. Something that’s just ours.
Hendrix drops his lips to mine again and he kisses me deeply as he begins to gently thrust. His body moves in and out of mine, and I can feel every inch of him on my skin. His muscles tense and pull when he does, and a fine layer of sweat breaks out on his skin.
He runs his hands up my arms, bringing them above my head. I drop my head back, mouth open, little whimpers escaping. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s not only a feeling that consumes my body, but it’s a feeling that consumes my heart. It’s the perfect balance, the perfect match. It’s a connection.
“So beautiful,” Hendrix murmurs into my ear as he slides his lips down my neck.
I cry out when his hands slide down and cup my cheeks. He’s holding onto me, his muscles are straining, his jaw is tight and his eyes are locked on mine. It’s a moment that’s so beautiful, so utterly perfect. He slides his thumb across the skin on my cheek, swiping a piece of damp hair off my forehead. Our eyes remain locked and we share something there in that moment, something uncontaminated by past pains and regrets. I close my eyes as my body swells with warmth and I climb closer to the edge.
“Eyes, Indigo,” he rasps. “Always on me.”
I open them and meet his once more, and what I see in them has my womb clenching with need. It’s gentle compassion, a loving glance that no heated look could ever compare to. He leans down, sliding his tongue over my bottom lip as he continues to rock his hips into me. I feel my orgasm nearing closer to the edge, and I know it’s going to be unlike anything I’ve ever felt. There’s added warmth in my body that was never there before.
“H…Hendrix,” I say gasping. “N…now.”
He tilts his hips and sends me over the edge. Stars explode in my vision as wave after wave of pleasure travels through my body. I can’t even scream—all I can do is open my mouth and whimper his name over and over again. He is whispering in my ear, and his body is so tense I can feel every muscle against my skin, but he doesn’t pick up the pace and slam into me, he slowly rocks himself until he’s letting off an almost pained yell.
