Enchanted and Desired (17 page)

“I’m not going up there. What if someone sees me? I’m freaking naked here unless you hadn’t noticed.” He continues to pull on my arm.

“You
will
come outside with me because I told you to. Do you honestly think I would let anyone look at your body but me? You really have no fucking clue do you? The first night we met, I told you I won’t fucking share you. Not any part of you. I already checked, and there’s no one around for miles…no one to hear you scream.”

“If I have no fucking clue, then why don’t I just leave you to it? You can crack one off in the moonlight.”

“Don’t fucking push me Jess. What did you NOT understand when I told you I AM going to fuck you until you stop talking shit?” He’s so damn full of himself.

“What if I don’t want you to fuck me?” He stops dead, turning to face me on the stairs.

“Oh I
know
you want it baby.”

He pulls me up onto the deck before thrusting his hand in between my legs, letting his fingers caress my entrance. His satisfied grin both annoys me and turns me on at the same time. I watch as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, spreading the evidence of my arousal over his lips before darting his tongue out for a taste.

“Your body always gives you away sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me, just at the thought of how hard I’m going to fuck you. Your breasts are full and heavy, your nipples begging for my attention; and your eyes…you can’t hide what you’re feeling from me. I see you Jess…I see your joy, your pain, and your desire…and fucking hell, the desire in your eyes right now has me hard as a fucking rock.” My gaze moves to his crotch and his massive erection, straining to break free from the confines of his pants.

“You want it baby? It is
all
for you. For your tight little body and your smart fucking mouth.” As he unbuttons his pants and pushes them down just enough to let his dick spring free, I can’t help biting my lip.

“See Tesoro. I know how badly you want me; you just need to let yourself give in to it.” He takes his hard length in his hand, stroking the length of it, his breath becoming uneven with each firm pump of his fist. It is so fucking hot.

“You like this baby? Watching me stroke my dick, letting you see how hard you make me?”

I’m mesmerized…

“This is what your hot, sexy little body does to me Jess. Now, on your knees and I’ll give you what you really want baby.” I shamelessly drop to my knees without hesitation; desperate for a taste of him.

He moves closer; his dick just making contact with my lips before he pulls back. He grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place as he speaks.

“Open wide.”

I do as he asks, moving forward to take him into my mouth.

“Not until I say so.”

He holds my gaze, exerting the power he has over me in this moment, and I absolutely relish it. It turns me on, and affords me a freedom I didn’t know I needed.

“You can take me into your smart mouth now Jessica. And remember, you only get to enjoy this massive cock of mine because I fucking let you.” I can tell he is mortally wounded from our earlier fight and all I want to do is make him feel better. I will do anything he asks to make up for hurting him so badly.

I wrap my lips around the swollen crest of his cock, kissing and licking as I go, eliciting the sexiest, husky groan from him. I take him as deep as I can, using my hand to stroke the remaining length of him. He is so big, and he tastes amazing.

“That’s it baby. Just like that…you fucking love doing that don’t you?”

I nod my head as I continue to work his cock, loving the feel of his skin against my tongue, smooth silk around a solid steel shaft. God it’s amazing. As I start to move faster, working him harder, sucking, teasing and swirling my tongue around him, he tightens his grip on my hair and begins to thrust his hips in time with my movements. I can feel the beginnings of his release pulsing along his thick engorged length, and as his cum spills into my mouth I lap it up, enjoying every drop as I listen to him shouting to the heavens.

“Jesus…Fucking…Christ.”

I sit back on my heels with a satisfied grin on my face, but Simon has other ideas. He picks me up and moves me over into the cockpit, sitting me down on the captain’s chair. I watch as he pulls his t-shirt off over his head, his rippling abs glistening with a sheen of sweat, and I want to lick every inch of them.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.” His gentle, playful side is gone tonight, and what I’m left with is a dominant, desire driven, sexual master.

My legs fall open over either side of the chair; letting him see the full extent of my arousal. My folds are swollen with desire, my entrance dripping in anticipation of his touch. I love the look of pure unadulterated lust and appreciation on his face as he drops down in front of me, forcing my legs even further apart as his warm calloused hands push firmly at the apex of my thighs. He slowly runs his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long…torturous…lick. It is heaven and hell rolled into one glorious, sensual sensation.

“Mmmmm. I wonder how much of this you can stand before you beg me to fuck you.” I don’t even care that he plans to tease me. I just need his touch…more than I need my next breath.

“Oh God Simon. I want you…all of you…please!”

“Hold on to the chair.”

As soon as I do, his movements become frantic, his scruff rubbing against me in a vigorous, almost painful motion; but the ministrations of his tongue bring a pleasure so intense that I come almost immediately; screaming his name, bucking wildly against his face. One orgasm is never enough for Simon; he makes me come over and over until I can’t control the shaking in my legs, or my desperate pleas for him to fuck me.

When I think he’s had his fill of me he hoists me up, draping me over the captain’s wheel, my nipples puckering against the cool polished wood.

“I’m not done with you yet Jessica.”

He moves my legs so they’re spread wide enough for him to stand behind me, nestled against my naked ass. I hear the rustle of the foil wrapper as he takes the condom from his pocket, but for the first time in my life, I don’t want any barriers.

“Don’t Simon. Don’t use it. I want to feel you.” I hear his sharp intake of breath at my request.

“Are you sure?” I can tell he’s trying to hold back the tenderness I hear in his voice.

“Yes. I have an IUD fitted, it’s completely safe. Please Si…don’t make me beg.”

His hands caress my ass as he speaks.

“Maybe I want to hear you beg after the way you’ve behaved today. Tell me how much you want to feel my cock thrusting inside you…skin to skin.” I feel like I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t take me soon.

“So fucking badly I can hardly breathe. Take me Simon...please, let me feel the warmth of your hard throbbing cock, and the wet of your cum as it spills inside of me.” My words are his undoing.

He grabs my ass tight and hammers his cock inside me in one deep thrust. It is the most amazing feeling; our bodies becoming one, and as he starts to move, I don’t even recognize the moans that escape my chest.

“Holy Fuck Jess. Tu sei l’altra metà di me. Sei stata fatta per me.
Tell me you know. You have to fucking know what this means.” Tears well in my eyes; I’m overwhelmed by the love I feel for him…I love him…I’m completely and utterly in love with this man.

I’m screaming as he rides me harder and harder, bringing us to a stratospheric climax together.

“I know Simon…God…I know.”

As we both struggle to get our breathing under control, he slumps over me; his naked chest against my back. His tender side reemerges as he gently caresses my skin with his fingertips, kissing down my spine; his dick still pulsing inside me as I clench around him.

“Remember how this feels…how I feel inside you, how we feel together. Remember it the next time you want to walk away from me Jess. Take a fucking minute and think about this moment…for both our sakes.”

He continues to feather kisses all over my neck and shoulders until I feel him harden again inside me. He pulls out of me agonizingly slowly, leaving me bereft, before taking my hand, leading me back below deck and onto the bed. Without a word he crawls on top of me, spreading my legs and pushing his hard length inside me.

He brushes my hair out of the way with his fingertips, before tracing the lines of my face as if he’s trying to memorize each and every detail. My breathing is shallow, my heart pounding in my chest as his lips crash down on mine.

He gently starts to swivel his hips; building us towards a deep, intense, soul destroying climax. He completely shatters all of my defenses, leaving me naked and vulnerable in his arms, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

I don’t know how long we stay on the boat after we get dressed, just enjoying the silence, laying in each other’s arms as we gaze at the sky above. If I could ever know true serenity, this would be it. It could have been hours for all I know, but the minute my stomach rumbles, Simon has me up and in his arms.

“Let’s get you home and get you fed Tesoro.” I wish I could speak Italian. It sounds so beautiful as it rolls off his tongue.

“What did you say to me back there, when you were inside me? You spoke Italian.” I see a fleeting look of indecision cross his masculine features before he tells me.

“I said – You are the other half of me. You were made for me. You felt that didn’t you? When we were joined, skin to skin, with no barriers between us; tell me you felt it too?” His eyes are asking me so much more than his question, but I answer him all the same, hoping that one day I can say the words he needs to hear.

“Yes Simon…I felt the same way.” It’s all I can choke out past the emotion crushing my windpipe, but it’s enough for him; it’s enough for us…for now. He tucks me under his arm as we walk back to the beach house in a sweet, comfortable silence – perfectly content.

SIMON

When I took off on a sprint after Jess the other night the only thought in my head was ‘don’t let her go, don’t let her leave’. Everything that happened after that was a blur of pure emotion, a build-up of anger and off the charts lust. She makes me so fucking angry sometimes, but this was a whole new level of rage. I knew she would react badly when I finally said the three words she’s so terrified of, but I fucked up, telling her the way I did, and she supremely fucked up when she decided to run. I didn’t see that coming. I thought she would yell and shout, but to
literally
run away from me…fuck, her issues go much deeper than I thought. I KNOW for a fucking fact that she feels the same way about me. She loves me, but she would rather sabotage what we have, than admit it. I couldn’t protect Sofia from Jon, but I WILL protect Jess from herself and her past, even if it kills me.

We’ve had a great weekend with Brandon and Lily. She’s good for him, and the more I get to know her, the more I like her. Their relationship seems so easy in comparison to Jess and I. They love each other something fierce and they’re not afraid to show it. They obviously have complete faith in their relationship and their feelings for one another. I’m seriously beginning to doubt if things will ever be like that for us. In all honesty, I think I would get bored if things were too perfect, but fuck me, I wouldn’t mind it being a hell of a lot easier than it is right now.

Jess has been quiet and a bit detached since our showdown on the yacht. Fair play to her – she really knows how to flip the switch and put on a brave face when she needs to. I don’t think Brandon and Lily have any idea what’s been going on with her. I don’t hide it half as well.

Brandon and I decide to head out for a jog on the beach before we go back to the city, and the first thing he does is call me on my mood.

“What’s going on with you and Jess? You’re like a bear with a sore head this morning, and I only know one person that gets you this twisted up. What happened when Lily and I left you guys yesterday?” He can read me like a book and I fucking hate that!

“It’s so fucked up man, I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.”

“Try me. Just don’t cry on me like a pussy.” He thinks he’s so fucking funny.

“Shut the fuck up. When have I
ever
cried? I have balls remember. Big…Italian…balls.” I take off running, needing a few minutes to breathe in the fresh sea air before I tell him what’s going on.