Fill Me

by Crystal Kaswell

  He runs his fingertips over the edge of my panties.

  I swallow hard, digging my hands into the sheets. "And what will you do instead?"

  He slides his hands up my back, stopping to unhook my bra and pull it off.

  "Well," he says, bringing his body onto mine. "I'm going to have to touch you everywhere." He kisses my shoulders, his teeth gently scraping against my skin. "Until you're so desperate to come that you're shaking."

  "Luke..."

  He runs his hands over my sides, stomach, hips. "Do you object?"

  I shake my head.

  "Good," he says.

  He drags his fingertips back up my sides, moving closer and closer to my breasts. My body hums, tingling everywhere. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

  He slides his hands under me, onto my chest.

  Jesus. My sex clenches, my body filling with want. I try to roll over, but he squeezes his knees around me to hold me in place.

  "Not yet," he says.

  He cups my breasts as he brings his mouth to my neck. He bites me, gently at first. Then harder. And harder.

  I push my legs against his, trying to push him off me, to force him into a position where I can feel his cock against my sex. But he holds strong, biting me harder and harder.

  The pain sends shivers down my spine, heightening the feeling of his touch. The ache inside me grows. I need him now. I need him inside me.

  He brings his hands back to my hips, digging his fingers under my panties. Fuck. He's so, so close, but he's not touching me properly. Not yet.

  He shifts his body lower, so he's straddling my thighs. I lift my ass, and he slides my panties down, shifting his body along with them, until both are at my feet.

  My legs start to shake. I hold on to the bed for dear life, my body tingling from anticipation.

  Luke slides his fingers over my calves, grabbing my knees and pushing them apart like he's prying me open.

  I swallow hard. He can see every inch of me.

  He trails his fingers over my upper thighs until they're so, so close. Almost there. Almost...

  "Fuck, you're so wet," he says.

  I feel his fingertip, soft and fleshy, against my clit. He strokes me, slowly and gently. Every second of his touch sends another round of shivers through my body. I'm already so keyed up. There's already so much pressure, so much ache inside me.

  He grabs my hips and shifts me to my side. Our eyes catch, just for a moment. It's electric. It's amazing. It's perfect.

  He moves towards me, pressing his lips into mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I dig my nails into his back, trying to claim him the way he claims me.

  He maneuvers my body, placing a pillow under my stomach so my ass and crotch are lifted in the air for his viewing pleasure.

  Fuck.

  He brings his lips to my inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nibbling. I can't see anything he's doing. I can only hear him and feel him.

  His teeth catch the skin on my inner thigh. He's so damn close. My clit is aching for his tongue. For him to lick me until I come in torrents.

  He moves closer and closer, until he's barely a centimeter away. His brings his mouth to my lips, sucking gently.

  I groan, digging my hands into the sheets. He sucks a little harder. A little harder. A little harder.

  He licks me up and down, his tongue soft and wet against my lips. He passes over my clit gently, barely a touch, barely more than a hint of pressure.

  His hands find my thighs and push my legs apart. He licks me back and forth with slow zigzags.

  I shudder, groaning to release some of the wonderfully agonizing tension.

  He brings his tongue to the very tip of my clit. Just a touch. A taste. But it's enough to make my whole damn body shake. To make me scream his name.

  He slides his tongue over my clit, from top to bottom, with long, slow strokes. The tension inside me builds, tighter and tighter. He licks me again and again. It's almost too much to bear. Almost too much.

  He licks faster, harder. Again and again and again. Quick flicks of his tongue against me.

  My legs shake. I reach for anything I can grab onto.

  His tongue is soft, wet, perfect. He brings his mouth to my clit, sucking gently. He licks me all over again, faster this time. I slide my knees apart, opening myself to him.

  Almost. Almost.

  Another lick, long and slow. I groan, tearing at the sheets. My sex clenches, tighter and tighter, almost there.

  He licks me again. Again. Again.

  The tension builds. A little more. A little tighter. Everything unleashes, an orgasm ripping through me.

  He pulls back for a moment, as if to give me time to catch my breath. Then his tongue is back on me, licking me again, harder and faster.

  My sex clenches, the tension inside me building quickly. Fuck. My legs shake all the way down to my damn feet.

  The pressure builds and builds and builds, until I can't take it anymore. I come again, my body flooding with pleasure.

  I push myself off the bed, starting to move. But his hands close around my hips, gripping me tightly.

  "Back on your stomach," he says.

  Fuck. I return my arms to the bed, spreading my legs apart for him.

  He presses his palms into my ass, pressing me against the bed. His hands find my knees and he shoves them apart.

  The tip of his cock strains against me, teasing me.

  "Luke," I groan.

  I throw away any resolve not to beg. I need to make him feel as good as I did. I need to make him come.

  I slide my legs apart, arching my body into his.

  He grabs my thighs, bring my body towards his.

  His tip slips inside me. Fuck.

  I savor the feeling for a moment. Pleasure courses through my body, to my nipples, my fingers, my lips, my toes. I arch into him and he squeezes my thighs, sliding his cock deeper inside me, filling me.

  He groans, digging his hands into my hips. "Fuck, Alyssa."

  His grip firm, he guides me. Slowly, back and forth, back and forth. I slide over his cock, feeling it against every inch of my sex.

  His groans, his nails on my skin, his breath heavy. No more playing around. He moves faster, thrusting into me, again and again and again.

  Fuck. I'm close already. Every nerve in my body is turned on. Every one of his thrusts feels damn intense. I sink my teeth into my lip, gripping the sheets for dear life.

  He goes deeper. Harder. His nails dig into my skin, another sharp hint of pain.

  He groans, louder and louder.

  My face flushes as a shiver runs to my toes. I close my eyes, soaking in the sounds of his groans, his breath, his ecstasy.

  "Mhmm." His nails are sharp against my hips.

  He's almost there.

  My sex clenches, desperate to come with him. He thrusts into me, groaning louder and louder, going deeper and deeper.

  The tension inside me builds. More and more and more, and tighter and tighter and tighter. I squeeze him with my thighs to keep from coming. Not yet. Not until it's with him.

  "Fuck." He moans, thrusting into me one last time. His cock is pulsing inside me, and my sex responds in kind, tightening more and more and more, until everything is releasing, and we come together.

  Pleasure floods through me, drowning my senses. I close my eyes and flop onto my back. He collapses next to me, his arm curled around my waist, his chest against my back.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Luke

  It doesn't take much to coax Alyssa into a joint shower. She's tired and giggly, gripping onto my shoulders to help herself stay upright. I lather her with soap and she returns the favor.

  There's such a sweetness to it. It's the two of us, in this tiny steamy glass room. Nothing but the sound of rushing water, the slick feel of soap and shampoo, the heat rising off the tile floor.

  I've demanded too much from her for too long. I need to remind her why she should open herself to me, wh
y she ever decided to trust me in the first place.

  I need to remind her why she loves me.

  We finish the shower and linger naked in the hotel room for far longer than we should. It's quiet here, no sounds except the ocean crashing some two hundred feet outside the window.

  Alyssa explores the nooks and crannies of the room, marveling at its grandness. It is an amazing room--tall ceilings, bright furniture, huge windows--but I'm mostly interested in the wide bed and the private balcony.

  I bring my gaze back to Alyssa. Now that is something to marvel at. Her wet hair sticks to her head and neck, and the light streaming through the blinds surrounds her with a soft glow. She's so damn beautiful--clear eyes, lush curves, perfect skin.

  She catches me looking at her and blushes. Damn. I could never get tired of that blush.

  "I suppose," she says, stretching her arms over her head, "that I should put on some clothes."

  I offer my hand. She moves towards me, into my grasp. I slide my arm around her waist and pull her onto my lap. "That's not necessary."

  She rubs my shoulders. Her touch is sweet and gentle. An I love you, not a fuck me now.

  "Don't get any ideas," she says.

  "That's my line." I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her. It's been hell being away from her. I need to soak in every damn second I can be in her presence. I bring my gaze back to her eyes. "How's your headache?"

  She laughs and meets my gaze. Her expression is sweet, but there's an intensity to it. A need. "Cured mysteriously."

  "I have many skills."

  She shakes her head and pushes away from me. "Enough bragging."

  Alyssa scans the room, no doubt looking for her clothes. I point to a small heap on the floor. She groans with put-on irritation and moves to her suitcase instead.

  "And did I also wipe out all your energy?" I ask.

  She turns back to me, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "Where do you get this endless confidence?"

  "From the sounds you make when you come."

  She clears her throat and looks to the floor in a completely vain attempt to hide her nervousness. "My energy is decent. I couldn't go for a run, but... why?"

  "We're in paradise. If you're going to put on clothes, there's nothing worth seeing in the room."

  She brings her eyes back to mine, her lips curling into a smile. "Not if you're naked."

  "I'm getting dressed."

  I make my way to my suitcase and pull on my boxers. Alyssa pouts in mock irritation, but she watches me dress with an expression of pure delight.

  When I finish, I move closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Have you ever been on a horse?" I ask.

  Her eyes go wide. "I don't... I guess not."

  I smile. "You're in for a treat then."

  ***

  "You rich asshole." Alyssa stares at the pair of horses like she's never seen the animals before. She turns to me, that same shocked expression on her face. "What if it tries to kill me."

  "It's a guided trail," I say. I point to the guide slowly meandering towards us. "You'll be fine."

  "But in Gone with the Wind--"

  "Let me guess--you read that whole, eight-billion-page book?"

  "I'm sure you've seen the film," she says, with special emphasis on the word film, as if she's mocking me.

  Okay, she's absolutely mocking me. But before I have a chance to tease her mercilessly, the guide arrives. He's a short, bald man. About thirty.

  We say our introductions. He's Steve and he's going to take us on a guided horseback ride.

  "Is this your first time on the island?" he asks.

  "It is," I say.

  "You're in for a treat then." He nods to a stable and motions for us to follow him. "You know, Hawaii is not only the most beautiful state in the country. We're also number one in weddings."

  "What do you say? Want to fuck the planning and do it while we're here?" I wink at Alyssa.

  She bites her lip. She's nervous. "Horses first, then your nonsense."

  Steve opens the doors to the stable. It's divided into half a dozen stalls, each one housing a horse.

  Alyssa's jaw drops open. "They're huge."

  He points Alyssa to the brown horse in the corner. "This is Mabel. She's been doing this trail for years and she's very comfortable with people."

  She stammers. "Okay."

  "We don't have to, Ally."

  She shakes her head. She's determined. Steve helps her lead her horse outside, then does the same with me.

  Alyssa stares at her horse. She's transfixed.

  "It's very safe," Steve says. "Do you need some help getting on?"

  She nods, accepting his words, and allows him to help her onto the horse. She looks back at me as if she expects to find jealousy on my face--the male guide did have his hands on her--but I only smile. She's an adorable, nervous wreck on that damn horse.

  I mount the horse and take the reins. I'm not exactly an expert, but I've gone horseback riding enough times to know what I'm doing.

  Alyssa is clutching the reins with a slightly sick but mostly excited look on her face. When she catches me watching her, she smiles as if to say I'm okay.

  "The scenery on this trail is beautiful," Steve says.

  He climbs onto his horse and leads us down a beaten dirt trail. The horses move without any prompting--they shuttle tourists down this road day in, day out. They've got it under control.

  The scenery is gorgeous. The crystal blue ocean is to our right. A lush tropical forest is to our left. Palm trees and tall grasses sway gently in the breeze.

  But they don't hold a candle to Alyssa. She digs her fingers into the leather reins, squeezing her thighs against the saddle tightly. But there's a smile on her face and it's gorgeous, bright. Hell, it's the widest smile I've seen on her in ages.

  "You're doing great," I say.

  She shakes her head. "I bet you played polo when you were a kid."

  "My family isn't that rich."

  "You don't deny it." She turns her gaze towards me. Her expression is so bright, so happy. It's like she's finally shrugged some of the tension off her shoulders, finally relaxed.

  "I have never played polo. Only Marco Polo."

  She laughs, shaking her head in one of her trademark fits of mock outrage. "Such lies."

  "I recall playing with you," I say.

  "You may have to remind me. I have so many vivid memories of you in that pool." She frowns, but shakes the look off her face. "Mostly good."

  We round a corner and come into a clearing. It's gorgeous--a field of bright wildflowers as far as the eye can see. Alyssa's jaw drops. God damn. It's good to see her this taken with something.

  It's good to see her this happy.

  ***

  The afternoon passes peacefully. We wander around the beach, dipping our toes in the ocean until the sun sets. The sky is a rainbow of colors--the bright yellow sun sinking into the ocean, bleeding into a soft orange, a bright pink, a cool purple.

  Alyssa is here. She's next to me. But I can't tell if I have her attention, if she's lost in the sky or if she's lost in her head.

  I squeeze her hand as the sun dips all the way below the water. The color bleeds from the sky, first the red, then the orange. Then it's all purple and blue and black.

  I look back to Alyssa. Her eyes are on the sky, on the silver light of the moon. It casts a soft glow on her face, bringing a brightness to her gorgeous blue eyes.

  She takes a deep breath and turns her attention to me. "This place is perfect."

  I'm tempted to add something, to bring up the distance that's been growing between us for the last three months, but I stay silent. She needs me. She can't bring herself to admit it. Maybe she doesn't even realize it. But she needs me here, near her. For now, at the very least.

  "What's wrong?" she asks.

  "Nothing," I say.

  I lean towards her and brush my lips against hers. We have four more days in paradise. What
ever happens, I'm making the most of these four days.

  She slides her hand around my neck. It's soft, sweet, perfect. That's my Alyssa. For now, at least.

  Then the kiss breaks, and I push aside the empty feeling in my gut.

  The sky is streaked with stars. They're bight, brilliant, perfect.

  I squeeze her hand tighter, trying to soak in every damn ounce of this moment.

  After a while she lets go and gets to her feet. She looks at me softly, a small smile on her lips. "Let's go to dinner."

  "I have to do something first." I stand and slide my hands around her waist.

  "And what is that?"

  "This."

  I press my lips into hers, pulling her body into mine. I kiss her until she melts into me, until she's putty, until I'm sure she'll remember this moment forever.

  The rest of the night is perfect. Fantastic food. Fantastic drinks. Not a word from either of us about what Alyssa is or isn't eating. Honestly, it barely crosses my mind. She did okay on her own in New York City.

  We talk and joke during dinner, but it does nothing to ease the dread in my gut. We can't keep going on like this, leaving everything unsaid.

  I failed her. I wasn't there when she needed me. The least I can do to make it up to her is ensure we have a nice trip together.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Alyssa

  I'm a kid in a damn candy store. Sure, I've been treated to the finest things before. But not like this. Never like this.

  The gorgeous hotel room is only the tip of the iceberg. This whole damn island is amazing. Indulgent, expensive, perfect.

  Our morning starts with Kona coffee. Real Kona coffee--creamy, smooth, sweet even without globs of honey. I am in coffee nirvana, and I drink cup after cup after cup. Luke teases me, licking honey off his spoon every time I order another cup.

  There are no comments about proper breakfast food. No comments about caffeine in moderation. Actually, he hasn't said a thing about my eating since... since forever. That's what I wanted. It's a sign he respects my wishes. That he trusts me. Not that he's stopped caring. Not that he's closing off so he can cut ties.

  I shake the thought away, focusing on another sip of perfect, creamy coffee. Focusing on Luke's big, brown eyes. His million-dollar grin. His messy hair.