Authors: Heather Leigh
I wrap my legs around his waist and attempt to pull his body down ont
o me to get some relief, but he’s stronger than me and resists, tormenting me by trailing kisses up and down my neck.
“Patience, Sydney. I want to savor you. I can’t get enough of your skin, your smell, the feel of your body. Let’s discover everything about each other.”
He pulls down one side of my bikini top and swirls his tongue around my nipple, dragging his teeth across it as I moan in ecstasy. When he’s satisfied, he shifts to the other breast and captures the firm nub in his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure and pain crash together and I ‘m aching to have him. He reaches behind me and in one swift move unties my top, tossing it somewhere over my head.
“So beautiful,” he whispers as his hands knead my breasts and he returns to take my mouth again. Releasing me, he slides off the bed to kneel on the floor and undoes each side of my bikini bottom, yankin
g it away. “I need to taste you. You’re addictive,” he pants as he pushes me further up on the bed and lowers his head to the warmth between my legs. Roughly grabbing my thighs he shoves them apart and dives in with a primitive groan, taking what he wants. “Jesus, Sydney.” His tongue slips over the tiny bundle of nerves as he inserts two fingers into me.
“Oh God, Drew!” My back arches off of the bed from his assault as he pumps his fingers in and out of my slick folds. I look down and see him watching me as he flicks his tongue over my most sensitive
spot and it sends me over the edge. I can’t control my body as it bucks into his hand.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” I scream as the powerful orgasm rips through me, convulsing on his fingers as he continues punishing me with his hand and mouth. He only stops when I collapse in exhaustion; a sheen of sweat covering my body as
I catch my breath.
“I’m not done e
xploring you yet, Miss Allen.” Drew grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed. His demanding tone reenergizes me and desire detonates from his bossy behavior.
At some point he lost his shorts and put a condom on, probably when I was
almost unconscious from his tongue lashing, because he’s standing next to the bed completely naked. My gaze drops to his thick shaft and I lick my lips, eager to have it do naughty things to me.
Drew lets me look at him for a moment before he takes my ankles and puts them up over his shoulders
. “Are you ready for me baby? I want to fuck you…hard.”
He is so fucking hot
.
“Yes, take me Drew.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back,
as if savoring my words. When he looks back down his eyes are nearly black with lust. He grips my hips, his fingers pressing deep into my soft flesh, and enters me in one swift thrust. “Ahhhhhh.” My eyes roll back into my head at the sweet fullness.
“Look at me, Sydney. I want you to watch me as I fuck you
.”
Oh
God,
I like bossy Drew.
I meet his gaze and watch his gorgeous face as he drives into me over and over again, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in. I revel in his beauty
; the sweat beading on his brow just under his messy dark hair, his angular jaw clenched tight, his pulse throbbing under the tight skin of his neck, his obliques that ripple with each thrust, his lips that part in pleasure as his breath comes fast and hard, nearing his peak.
He reaches down and puts his thumb on my clit and I spasm around his cock, shattering as I come again. A few more
agonizingly deep strokes and Drew joins me, calling my name as he climaxes loudly before falling to his knees on the floor, laying his head on my chest.
I reach down, push his sweaty hair off of his forehead and gently scrape my nails down his back.
“Mmmmmm. That feels good.” Drew lifts his head and rests his chin between my breasts. “You’re amazing.” I continue scratching his back until he climbs onto the bed with me. He snuggles up and pulls me close.
“Thanks for letting me in enough to come here with me, Sydney.” His voice is soft and kind
as he strokes my skin and kisses my ear.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.”
And I shock myself when I realize that I wouldn’t
.
Chapter
1
6
“So, snorkeling, hiking, jet skiing, sailing, what would you like to do today, Sydney?”
I
turn to look at Drew from my lounge chair where I’m enjoying my morning coffee, listening to the tropical birds sing to one another. “Those all sound wonderful. Anything would be great.” I shade my eyes with my hand so I can block out the bright sunlight and see his handsome face.
“Well, how about we take out a sailboat, and if we want to, we can snorkel, otherwise we’ll just relax onboard and enjoy the day?” He smiles at me from under his
gross ‘lucky’ hat, which he decided he needed to wear so we could have good weather all weekend.
“Sounds great, I’ll just go shower off so we can go.” I stand up and start
to make my way into the house.
Drew
grabs my hand as I pass by him. “I just have to make a few calls to arrange the boat and I’ll join you in a minute, don’t finish too quickly.” His mischievous grin sends a jolt of electricity straight to my now damp sex.
“Don’t w
orry, I’ll let you wash my back.” I wink and go into the bedroom.
It’s official. He’s turned me into a nympho.
I ditch the tank top and panties that I put on after rolling out of bed and gather my bath supplies. I’ve just stepped outside into the natural stone shower when I catch snippets of an irritated Drew on the phone with someone.
“I mean it, not a word…. Yeah…they bettah… oh, I’m very serious…she bettah not
heah or see a thing…yes…an hour. Okay.” I hear him enter the master suite and moments later, he joins me under the warm spray.
“Everything okay with the boat?” I don’t want him to think I was eavesdropping, but his accent was pretty pronounced on the phone, so I know he was getting worked up. I’ve noticed that he only goes full-Boston when he’s pissed or excited, and he didn’t sound excited.
He pauses before slipping his arms around me, pressing his thick erection against my stomach. “Everything’s great babe, Philippe will be here in less than an hour.”
“Well then, let’s hurry, shall we?” I lather up my hands and grasp his cock firmly.
After our quickie in the shower, I pack a few things in my tote and throw on a deep green maxi-dress with my casual flip flops. I gather my hair into a high pony tail, slather my face in sunscreen and I’m ready to go.
Philippe drives us down the hill in the same little Mini Moke that we rode in yesterday.
Drew has on his ridiculous hat and sunglasses, and his face has a few days of growth on it so his appearance is strikingly similar to the day we bumped into each other in the café. He catches me staring at him and smiles broadly. “I’m excited for a day on the water, how about you?”
I’m so thrilled I feel like my grin is going to split my face in half
. “Very excited, Drew. It’s so beautiful here. Thank you again for this wonderful trip.” He laces his fingers through mine and I wonder if life could get any better right now.
“Here we are,” Philippe exclaims as he pulls up and parks in the sand alongside an empty beach. Drew helps me out of the car and I can see a man standing by a small inflatable boat at the shoreline and a sleek blue sailboat moored just offshore, bobbing in the calm turquoise waters of the bay.
“It’s beautiful. Whose boat is it?” I wonder out loud.
“It’s Chad’s
. He has a crew on call, so I had them prep the boat and they’ll sail it for us since I know nothing about sailing and this boat is too big for one person anyway.”
This Chad guy loves the finer things in life. “You have a great friend to let us use all of his expensive toys. I hope I get to thank him in person someday.”
A disconcerting look flashes across Drew’s face and is gone just as fast. “Yes, hopefully. Let’s get aboard, ready Sydney?” He holds out his hand and helps me into the dingy. Drew gets me settled on one of the round inflated sides of the boat that doubles as a seat, then places our bag with our bathing suits and other gear in the boat. He stops to tug his hat down over his brow and hops in across from me. “Philippe, around 4pm?”
“I’ll be here, Mr. Forrester. Miss Allen, enjoy your day.” Philippe pushes the inflatable out into the water and the man driving fires up the engine. The young man says nothing, and the trip to the
boat is so short that introductions seem pointless, so we just sit in silence as we bounce over the waves. I take in the tropical greenery as it curves around the small rocky harbor that surrounds us. There are about a dozen other boats moored off shore, but most beachgoers are all the way on the other side of the bay from us, so they just look like little dots on the sand. Since it’s barely 10am the beach is still empty, most vacationers are still sound asleep.
Our pilot
steers the small craft up next to the sailboat and a middle-aged man dressed in a white polo shirt and white shorts and a similarly dressed younger man grab the ropes that are tossed to them and tie us up.
“Welcome to the ‘Magic Hour’,” the man
announces as he helps us onto the sailboat.
“Thank you, I’m Drew, this is Sydney.” We all exchange handshakes.
“I’m Frederick, your Captain, and this is Robert, one of the crew. I’ll give you a quick tour and we’ll head out. Winds are perfect today; the water isn’t too choppy so it’s going to be a great sail.” We follow Captain Frederick into the cabin as he describes the sailboat, “This is a 200ft Perini Navi sloop. She has five cabins and can sleep twelve. With her sails up she can reach 15.5 knots, which is about 20 miles per hour if you were wondering.”
He continues talking about the technical aspects of the boat which has Drew fascinated, but I’m more interested in the lavish interior. Everything is honey colored hardwoods and white duck cloth. The main cabin has a huge L-shaped couch and matching
oversized ottoman. Windows arc uninterrupted to span three sides of the room, offering panoramic views of the sea. A full galley and massive dining table are further back in the space as is the door to the office. Stairs lead down to the two levels of sleeping areas, each room well-appointed in the same white fabrics and blonde wood.
We go back up and outside to the main deck where there is a semi-circular padded bench that could seat twenty people. Drew leads me over to it and he throws his arm around me as we sit.
“So, sail around the island? Maybe a stop at a nearby reef for some swimming and snorkeling? What do you think, Sydney?” Drew asks me as Frederick waits patiently for orders. From the corner of my eye I see Robert and another young man making preparations to leave.
“Sounds great.
” I spin his cap around backwards so I can plant a kiss on his beautiful lips. “Let’s go.”
Smiling, Drew t
urns to the Captain. “You heard the lady, let’s do it!” He grabs me playfully and nuzzles my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine, causing me to squeal in delight.
I’ve never been sailing, and the Magic Hour is spectacula
r. Once her massive sails are up, I can’t see the top of them as they tower above us. We skim effortlessly across the sparkling Caribbean Sea, so clear in places that it seems as if we can see down hundreds of feet to the sandy bottom.
A nice young woman in the same white polo shirt and shorts brings us something to drink and asks us what we’d like to have her
prepare for lunch. We tell her to make something light and tropical. I don’t want to eat a ton and then go snorkeling or swimming.
After making a wide circle around St. Bart’s the crew moors the boat in a quiet spot by a small, rocky c-shaped island that juts out of the water as if reaching for the sun. Drew and I sit at an outdoor dining table to enjoy a lunch of grilled snapper with coconut rice and mango salsa. It’s exactly what I imagined a meal on a huge sailboat in the Caribbean would taste like, simple, fresh and slightly sweet.
“I can’t believe you are drinking a panty ripper!” I laugh so hard that I have to wipe a tear away.
D
rew gives me a belligerent look. “It’s just pineapple juice and coconut rum Syd. Besides, you’re drinking one.”
I watch him sip his drink, a wedge of pineapple on the glass and a tiny umbrella stuck in it and hysterically laugh all over again.
He glares at me and I attempt to stop giggling, but I can’t. When a smile cracks his pathetic attempts to be mad at me, I know he’s just pretending to be upset.
After lunch we decide to sunbathe on deck for a while, waiting to snorkel around the reefs that surround the boat. The high point for me is getting to slather sunblock all over Drew’s back and shoulders. I
cheat a little, feeling him up longer than I have to, but I can’t help it. His body is just so touchable; his skin feels hot and hard under my hands. Suddenly, I’m dizzy with desire. The alcohol from lunch, the smell of coconut lotion, and the rubbing of Drew’s half naked body have given my libido a swift kick start.
Frustrated, I fling myself down on the chair to avoid making a spectacle. It’s hard to remember that we aren’t alone, even though the crew does a great job of becoming almost invisible. In fact, the only people who’ve said anything to us directly are the Captain and the nameless girl who brings us food and drinks.
Drew grins and leans over toward my chair. “Did you enjoy molesting me, Miss Allen?”
Bastard!
I huff and turn back to my book. “No, not at all.”
He laughs and resumes reading whatever it is that he has on his iPad, not saying another word.
A few hours later, we’re floating around in the warm water, watching the schools of colorful fish dart around the anemones that live amongst the coral. It’s so peaceful, except for when Drew swims in front of me and makes weird faces behind his mask. Once I nearly choke when I laugh too hard into my snorkel
.
Jackass!
Drew points out a huge green turtle paddling along the bottom of the ocean, nibbling the sea grass that sways in the current. The turtle must be almost five feet long from head to tail. I remember from my research that it’s illegal to harm or even touch one of these graceful creatures, so I keep my distance, even swimming back some when he gets a little too close.
After a while,
Drew indicates that it’s time to go by gesturing at his wrist like he’s checking the time. Grabbing my hand we swim back to the boat.
For the return trip to the harbor we decide to sit on the huge couch in the main cabin.
Being a red-head and all, I felt like I might be getting too much sun, and Drew was particularly concerned about getting burned on his face or shoulders even though he’s barely gotten any color. He stretches out on the couch and I lie on top of him, loving the feel of his hard body beneath me, the scent of the sea mingling with the scent of Drew.
I think we both must fall asleep because Robert comes in to let us know that we’re back at the harbor. Even with the nap, I’m exhausted by the time we get out of the rubber dingy and trudge up onto the s
and where Philippe waits for us, but I still can’t seem to wipe the smile from my face.