Magnificent Ruin (Everlasting Series Book 2) (6 page)

“Well?” he says, a slight impatience on his gorgeous face.

I shake my head before I remove my blouse pulling it over my head. I’m in my bikini now and although he’s seen me in it plenty of times in the sunlight, I blush a little now in the starlight.

I step in the water cautiously, checking the temperature. It’s not too cold but it’s not warm either. It will take a while to get used to the temperature.

Or it would have if Tomas didn’t decide to lift me up and throw me several feet forward and under the water.

“What the hell?” I say, rising onto my feet. Only my head is above water.

“You should embrace the unexpected,” he says.

“And you should not expect so much,” I say.

“That’s the problem, Taylor,” he says, wrapping his strong arms around my waistline. “You’ll never be ready to walk straight into the deep.”

My heart stops as he leans in for a kiss. He’s actually kissing me and I didn’t have to initiate it. It’s all him.

His powerful chest rises and falls rhythmically against my body as his tongue explores my mouth hungrily. His right hand moves to the back of my head, pulling my wet hair in a tight grip.

I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting one leg to force his hips closer to mine. The world vanishes in the darkness and the salty fullness of his lips. I want nothing more than to taste him.

He untangles his lips from mine, gently tracing my face with his fingertips. “Are you sure you want this?” he says, breathing unevenly.

It takes me a second to make up my mind. “I do,” I say. “I want this.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve better.”

“It’s not a freaking marriage proposal,” I say, growing more and more eager for his touch. “I understand that. And you’re better than you think.”

I hear a faint laughter and I can’t tell if it’s because he thinks he’s not better at all or because he likes the sound of need in my voice. Either way, I don’t care. His body doesn’t lie. He’s totally and completely in this moment with me, hyperventilating and getting incredibly hard underneath his swimming trunks. So hard I can sense his erection even without touching it.

His need for me goes beyond the physical evidence. I feel something real in him, something real about the moment we’re sharing. And as his fingers travel up and down my arm, giving me tiny goose bumps again, I know that what I want more than anything else is to fall in love.

Chapter 8

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verything in me aches for his touch. That thought plays on loop in my head as Tomas scoops me up like a doll to get me out of the water. We’re so hungry and needy we barely make it onto the wet sand before we attack each other’s mouths with savage kisses.

My body shivers under his weight as I find myself lying on my back. The soft waves roll onto my toes in unison with the gentle swaying of his hips over mine.

My hands run up and down his shoulder blades while my mouth stays glued to his. I don’t know how either of us is able to breathe or how we manage to keep our tongues tangled and hot like that for so long but I don’t exactly care. I’m ecstatic to have his face lost in mine, his fingers running through the wet, messy strands of my hair.

When we finally come up for air, his right hand falls down to trace my jawline and neck before his thumb lands on my throat. He strokes it gently, my throat, staring deep into my eyes.

“Give me permission,” he says.

“Permission?” I repeat like an echo.

“Yes,” he says, gently nibbling on my earlobe.

“I give you permission,” I say with a lustful sigh, not quite sure to what I’ve granted permission.

It’s all he needs. His fingers leave my throat as his tongue draws a hot, glistening trail across my neck and chest down to my bellybutton. He stays there for a moment, nuzzling and kissing it, while his hands stroke my ribcage.

I touch his hair, softly pushing his head further down my body. I don’t think I can wait a second longer before I can feel his hot tongue against my tingling flesh.

He obliges, moving his hot mouth to my hipbone and then my inner thigh, slowly, ever so slowly and delicately.

I feel like I’m going to die with anticipation but he takes his time to tease me with gentle bites on my thighs and now his tongue moves to strange places like the back of my knees and down my calves until he takes a toe in his mouth and then another one.

One by one, he gently sucks on my toes, slowly, deliberately, making my whole body tremble as I can’t help but wonder what that magic tongue could do to my most sensitive spot.

Tomas crawls slowly back up my body when he’s done spoiling my toes until our eyes interlock.

“That’s it?” I say, teasing him.

“Thank you,” he says. “You’d be surprised how many women don’t enjoy having their toes sucked on like that.”

“The fools.”

“It would have been cruel if you kept those beauties from me. They are the most exquisite, delicious little treats I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

“Are you trying to scare me?” I say, breathless, as his hand traces the outside of one breast.

“No,” he says, kissing my lips. “I don’t have to try.”

His mouth is on mine again, but this time the kiss is gentle as his expert tongue explores every corner of my mouth patiently, seeking to reveal my desires.

I wrap my arms around him, savoring every nanosecond of his deliciousness and just like that his hand is between my legs, caressing and pushing against my bikini bottom as if he owns me.

He slips his fingers under the elastic fabric and I gasp. “Do you like this?” he whispers. There is no teasing in his voice now and no real question either. He knows the answer and he knows he needs me as much as I need him.

“No,” I whisper back. “I don’t like it. I love it. I fucking love it.”

I spread my legs a bit to give him better access. He groans as he pushes two fingers inside me. My whole body is out of control now. I tighten my thighs around his hand to trap his fingers as they explore me.

“Easy, tiger,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and pushing my legs wider open with his hands.

All I can do is moan in his ear. Now his hand gets busy slipping my bikini down my thighs. Once it’s around my knees, I help by pushing it down to my ankles with the soles of my feet until I’m rid of it.

“That’s better,” he says, undoing the strings of the top to free my breasts from their loose confinement. I quickly pull the whole thing over my head to let my girls out in full display.

Tomas breathes hard as he grasps both breasts and squeezes them in his palms. His fingers find my already stiffened nipples causing them to stand in total attention and then it’s his mouth that closes in on one of them.

“Your nipples taste sweet and salty,” he says. “It makes me wonder what your pussy will taste like.”

I gasp so loud I might have scared the fish in the ocean. This whole thing is so like my dream of him.

“Do you think the salty water has found its way down there?” he goes on, causing my skin to get excited from head to toe.

My whole body aches for his touch with a mixture of happiness and terror. It scares me to know I am giving up all control of myself to this man that I call my friend but who I know cannot be trusted or be held accountable for anything.

This is a man who always takes what he wants and always gets his way. He’s also a man that knows what the fuck he’s doing. A whimper escapes my throat when his head arrives between my thighs.

“That’s the wettest flower,” he says and I pull his hair hungrily.

His tongue touches and strokes me. My protests turn into happy purring. He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wide open as he licks across the length of my aching flower.

I bite my lower lip to keep myself from calling out his name already. Even in this moment of total abandonment, I still care about what he will think of me afterwards.

His mouth finds my clit and stays there, his tongue dancing around it like a little dervish. A finger enters me making my legs tremble with ecstasy.

I moan finally, unable to control myself anymore, as his tongue makes the tiniest pressure circles on my sensitive spot right before he slips it inside my wetness.

His hands dart up to my chest to squeeze my breasts together. His tongue keeps spoiling me, flicking back and forth tirelessly, opening me up, teasing me, rewarding me, making me his.

When his name lands on my lips again, I stop fighting it. I decide to just be, to just live in the moment. Hearing me call out his name triggers something inside him. He takes my swollen clit in his mouth and sucks hard on it, pinching my nipples at the same time like there’s nothing else that matters.

It feels so good, I never want it to end. And then everything explodes inside me and around me. His amazing tongue brings me to the brink of a blinding orgasm, making my entire body convulse and throb.

“Please,” I whisper, desperately, scared he could tease me the way he did in my dream. “Don’t stop.”

But he has no intention of stopping. His tongue spins out and swirls frantically until I’m riding on multiple sparkling waves of pleasure and abandonment along with the sounds of the ocean waves ringing in my ears.

Fuck. He knows he has me now. He knows there’s nothing I won’t do.

He rests his head on my belly for a moment, putting a hand on my chest to feel my pounding heart. His lips find my neck soon afterwards, showering it with short, tender kisses.

“I was right, it was a little salty down there,” he whispers in my ear. “But mostly it was sweet. Deliciously so. You’ll have to treat me to more of that.”

Is he trying to kill me? Because I could just about die right now.

Before I get a chance to give him an answer, he reaches under my back and lifts me up, pulling me onto his lap. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his rock-hard chest against my tender breasts, nipples still fully erect.

He grabs my hips to rock me back and forth and my body gets aroused all over again with every rub of my clit along his massive erection that’s still trapped inside his swimming trunks.

I can’t help it. I unglue myself from him to pull back and reach inside those trunks to take him by surprise as I boldly grasp his hard, pulsing cock and pull it out. It leaps out totally erect and shockingly long and thick, pointing stiffly at me. I should be scared but I’m too lost in my own lustful thoughts to care about anything other than pleasing him.

He stares at me quietly as I lower my head to take him in my mouth.

Not so quiet now. He begins to moan almost instantly and the thought that this incredible specimen of a man is at my mercy drives me insane.

I suck and lick him, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can. He puts a hand on my head, pushing his cock further inside. “Fuck,” he pants as I run my tongue across his length and then seal my lips around his cock to suck hard on him.

I moan onto his cock, fluttering my tongue over the head, and that gets him even bigger and harder. I move my mouth faster on him but he stops me, taking my face in his hands. “If you keep this up, I won’t last much longer,” he says.

“What’s wrong with that?” I say, licking my lips.

“What’s wrong is that I want to slide my cock inside you and fuck you senseless.”

“That sounds good,” I say, staring into his eyes fearlessly, “but…”

“But what?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you without protection.”

“Right,” he says, leaning over to grab his pants lying on the wet sand. Fast as lightning he pulls a condom out of his pocket.

A short laughter escapes my lips. “Of course you’d carry a condom, just in case, right?”

“The man who is ill prepared doesn’t go far,” he says pompously, cupping a breast and biting my neck playfully.

“Let me do this for you,” I say, taking the condom from his hands and ripping it open.

“This turned out better than I thought it would,” he says, lowering his head to kiss my nipples, one after the other.

“Did you know I wanted this?” I whisper, breathless, as I fit the condom around his impressive manhood.

“Taylor, you must think me an amateur,” he says, right before he bites gently on my nipple.

I’m not sure I should ask him this, but I do anyway. “Did you want me, too?”

He doesn’t hesitate for a second. “From the first moment. You are beautiful, intuitive, audacious and shy. Loyal, truthful, sexy. Did I say beautiful? You’re all I could ever want in a woman, Taylor.”

His voice loses conviction as he takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times. My heart beats faster now as I take in his words. Why did we wait so long for this?

He sits me on his lap again and drives his glorious erection inside me, watching my face like a hawk, registering every expression he sees there as he fills me up completely.

Tomas pushes me down onto my back and I wrap my legs around him. He buries himself inside of me as deep as he can, stretching me beyond capacity.

He moves slowly, in and out, giving me time to adjust to his size and ferocity. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth, as he pulls out a bit more and pushes back inside with more force. I don’t think I can even breathe anymore. What he does to my ecstatic body is beyond the realm of fantasy.

“You are an angel walking on Earth,” he says with a raspy voice. “But you have the cunt of a fuck goddess. Tight, wet and willing. Your walls want to squeeze the life out of my cock.”

His excitement is contagious making me needier by the second. My entire body starts throbbing as he keeps thrusting in and out of me in perfect rhythm, creating a greedy desire in me.

I grab his firm ass with both hands to join him in his increasing pace as my pleasure starts building up again between my legs.

“Oh, God,” I say, barely able to articulate even a three-letter word as he slams into me harder and faster, taking possession of my body and soul.

“It’s just me, baby,” he says. “Tomas, remember?”

Oh, that arrogant son of a bitch. I could smack him except my knees begin to shake while strange sounds escape my lips – low, guttural, incoherent sounds of an oncoming explosion.

My body plays along the melody he’s humming like a well-tuned violin. I dig my nails into his back, wanting to feel him closer, lose myself in him completely.

“Let go, baby,” he says, sensing my desperation, pulling out and thrusting again and again, picking up speed, pounding into me mercilessly.

But he doesn’t have to urge me on with words. His body is doing everything just right. I gasp as I come all over his glorious cock, riding a huge wave of orgasm that leaves me trembling and panting like a mad woman.

Almost simultaneously he starts riding his own wave of pleasure, moaning out my name again and again as his body shudders with the release of his hot load deep inside of me.

He falls on top of me, resting his forehead against mine with a wide smile on his face. Seeing him happy like that makes me happy. It hits me suddenly that Tomas has never been happy. I don’t know how I know it but I do. Maybe because it’s exactly like that with me.

He slowly pulls out of me and removes the condom before he lies on his back right next to me. He takes my hand in his, exhaling hard. I feel an urgent need to put my head on his shoulder but I lie still instead, waiting for his cue. I don’t know how much intimacy he can handle in one night and I sure as hell don’t want to scare him away. So we stay like this, silent and staring at the night sky.

“Let’s clean ourselves in the water,” he says after a while. “It will be our second rebirth tonight.”