by Colet Abedi
“Why don’t you let me decide what I need?” My voice is soft.
I know he’s conflicted. I can see it.
“What if this is all I can give you?” he asks quietly, his eyes guarded as he watches my every move.
His words hit me hard and my body stiffens in reaction, involuntarily moving away from his warmth. He doesn’t allow me the distance, pulling me back in, his arm wrapping around my waist like a vine, trapping me to his side.
“What then, Abby?” he prods, his voice hard when I still don’t answer.
“I don’t know,” I finally say.
Because I don’t.
Can I just be a fuck buddy for him? Fall into bed with him when I need sex and that’s all?
Can I handle that?
“I’ve never just been with a man…” My voice is slow and hesitant. “Only to sleep with him.”
For some reason, my comment angers him. His hold on my body becomes possessive. His hand moves to grip my hair, yanking my head back, the look in his eyes proprietary.
“I don’t want to hear about any of your past relationships ever again.” His voice practically growls. “As far as I’m concerned, none of them existed.”
His words are completely ridiculous. I do have a past. Just like he does.
The possessiveness in his eyes, the fire he’s spitting from my innocent comment, contradicts what he just said a few moments ago.
“And what about your past?” I counter.
“What about it?”
“How many women have you been with?” I throw out at him.
“Enough to last a lifetime,” he answers directly.
Manwhore.
I have the sudden urge to punch him in the stomach.
“Your hypocrisy is astounding,” I mutter in annoyance.
Michael growls low in his throat before rolling me onto the mattress so he can lean down over me. His body settles between my legs, his shaft hard again, pushing against my core.
Lord.
A hot shudder courses through my body.
He wants me.
Again.
“Is it?” he asks in a husky voice. The look in his eyes is feral.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “It is.”
“Do you know what I think is astounding?” he asks, tracing his finger along my lips.
I shake my head.
“The way you make me feel,” he admits in a rough voice.
The heat in his eyes sets my body on fire.
“You make me feel things…” he continues as his teeth graze my neck. “Things I’ve never felt before.”
There’s a fierceness to his touch, a territorial way his hands move over my body as he continues to reveal his thoughts to me.
“That night at the pub, I wanted to rip Stephen’s arms away from your body for even thinking it was okay to put his hands on you.” Michael exhales into my neck as my body melts with need. “I find myself jealous of Danielle, of Georgie. Of even the damn dog, Eli.”
“Eli?” I whisper incredulously, his words pumping through my system like an erotic storm.
“I’m jealous of the attention you gave a dog.” Michael sounds outraged, almost accusatory, like I had intentionally tried to get a reaction out of him.
“Do you have any idea how this makes me feel?” he asks as he tugs on my ear with his mouth.
He grabs both my wrists, imprisoning them with his large hand as he looms before me. Since I’m unable to find the words, I can only shake my head in response to the fire he’s started. It begins to burn through my veins and trails its way to my core.
His scorching blue eyes capture mine.
“You make me lose control.” His face is clenched with need.
He sits up suddenly and grabs hold of my body, lifting me high up in the air as if I weigh next to nothing and settling me on his lap. His mouth closes over my breast, sucking and licking as if his life depends on it. My head falls back as I moan in longing, my hands holding his head to my chest so he can continue his attention. He expertly teases my flesh, blowing against my sensitive skin, licking the nub until I have no more thoughts left in my head.
His mouth trails a path up my neck, licking and kissing my skin, making me frantic, needing him inside me more than anything.
“I think it’s only fair if you feel the same way I do.”
I want to tell him I do.
I want to tell him that he has me just as wound up. That it’s been my state of existence for as long as I can remember. I want to tell him that I get jealous too. That I can’t stand to see him smile at another woman. That I’ve dreamed about being with him. That he’s all I ever want.
But I can’t articulate the words.
Because it’s too much.
Too soon.
And this right now, the promise of his hard cock inside me, it’s all I want.
He yanks me back up against his body, his shaft pushing against my wet sheath as his mouth takes mine with such force that our teeth grind against each other. His tongue moves into my mouth as we devour one another—tasting, licking, and claiming. It’s openly carnal. I take his tongue and suck on it, giving back just as hard, showing him what he does to me.
“Please,” I beg, ripping my mouth from his. “Let me touch you.”
His answer is to lower me down on his erection, slamming into me so fully that I scream out his name. My eyes roll back in my head as I groan in pleasure. My hands bite into his shoulders as my body adjusts to his large size.
I open my eyes and try to focus.
My foggy gaze settles on his beautiful face. His eyes are closed and the look on his face is filled with ecstasy. Little shards of pleasure shoot up my spine as I take in his drunken look of passion.
God, he’s hot like this.
Inside me.
Filling me to my core.
The raw need I see on his face.
It turns me on in a way I never thought possible.
As if he knows I’m watching him, his eyes open and meet mine. We stare at one another, the moment so intimate that I don’t even want to breathe for fear I might ruin it.
His hands are wrapped around my waist. His cock is filling me to my core. And the look in his eyes tells me everything he’s incapable of speaking.
I’m not just a body to him.
A casual fuck.
I mean more to him.
Even if he can’t admit it yet.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, slowly lifting me up so he can thrust back in. Our moans intertwine as we grasp one another. “You’re so wet for me.”
“I want to taste you.”
Our eyes remain locked. He thrusts inside me again, the vein on the side of his neck pulses with exertion as he shakes his head.
I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life.
“Not yet.”
“Michael!” I whimper, staring into his eyes. “Let. Me. Touch. You.”
But he doesn’t. The look in his eyes is hard, determined, as he shakes his head with the enigmatic smile I’ve come to know so well. Our chests are heaving, the electricity between us unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.
“You’re mine.” The words are rough, his eyes smolder with an urgency that rocks me to my core.
“Say it!” he commands as he lifts me up off his cock, robbing me of the fullness. I cry out in need.
“Please!” I beg him.
His hand tangles into my hair, pulling my head toward his so he can tease me more with those full, sensual lips of his.
My heart races at a frantic pace as my hands move up to cup his cheeks so I can cradle his face against mine.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands in a steely voice, his jaw clenched as he waits for me to give him what he wants.
What he doesn’t realize is what he’s asking for is everything I’ve ever wanted. And more. So much more.
I hold onto his face, our eyes locked together, before softly brushing my lips against his.
/> “I’m yours,” I whisper to him with such emotion that there’s no way he can’t know how much he means to me.
His mouth roughly captures mine as he brings my body back down again on his hard cock. I scream out in both pain and pleasure as he pounds into me with a force that will probably make me incapable of walking properly for another day.
He moves quickly, pumping hard, fucking me like a sexual conqueror. I greedily take in his every thrust, grinding my pussy into his cock, licking his lips, his cheeks, his ear—anything my mouth can find as an animalistic frenzy takes over my body.
Yes. Fuck me. Harder. Faster.
Yes.
The words come out of my mouth in a jumbled mess as he pumps into me with a force that makes my teeth rattle. The wave of ecstasy comes fast, shattering my soul as my hands curl into fists at my side and I scream out my pleasure. Waves of bliss crash over me as I tremble around his cock, and he continues to thrust into me until he throws his head back and shouts out my name.
My body sags around him as he grips onto me, capturing my mouth for another mind-altering kiss that completely consumes my soul. His hands softly move over my body, lightly skimming over my skin as we both come down from our high. He lifts me up, cradling my body against his chest, and walks with me to his shower. Once we reach the glass doors, he sets me down and we walk inside.
Michael fiddles with the electronic panel before warm water spills from above, raining down on us as he picks up a bar of soap and begins to lather my body. The water pounds down on us as he runs his soapy fingers over my skin. The water feels like heaven. His hands lazily trace lines over my body as he methodically bathes every crevice, every centimetre of bare skin that I have. Not one centimetre of my skin is left untouched. I stare at his hard chest, reveling in the power I see in his arms, his muscles bunching together as he strokes my body.
He lathers my hair. Rivulets of water and soap slide down my face as he continues to lavish me with attention. When I can’t take much more, I step away from his touch and take the bar of soap out of his hand.
“My turn,” I tell him in a voice that leaves no room for him to deny me.
I won’t take no for an answer this time.
Michael stands utterly still, finally allowing me to have my way.
I give him a wolfish smile before I take in his perfection.
I watch as his eyes rake over my naked body, giving me a look of pure ownership. It’s everything. My heart skips a beat, and I’m mesmerized by the way he stares. Like I’m something fine. Something unbelievably appealing.
Something to be worshipped.
He deserves to know the feeling is reciprocated.
I let my eyes do the talking as I stare at his beautiful, muscled body.
He’s cut like an athlete. Every ripple, every line in perfect symmetry. I give myself free reign as I follow the length of his calves, to his rock hard thighs, his thick, long cock that was created to pleasure a woman. His abs are perfect, his muscular chest wide and taut. Those beautiful arms I know firsthand are powerful enough to have his way with me, yet gentle enough to hold me and take away my pain.
His nakedness is the stuff of dreams.
“You’re perfect, Michael.”
He takes a step toward me, leans down and kisses me so slowly, so completely that I forget how to breathe. But this kiss isn’t about sex or foreplay—it’s something else. Something deeper.
I pull back from him and take in a steadying breath.
I use the bar of soap to trace my own lines over the length of his body. My hands move over his chest, his arms, around his stomach to his back. I run my fingers over his tight ass, cupping it my hands before bending down on my knees and giving the same attention to his calves, his thighs. I make my way around his body until I’m directly in front of him.
My hands move over his shaft, stroking it, feeling it against my fingers, squeezing softly until I hear him groan in pleasure.
I memorize every inch of him.
I want to remember him like this forever.
His hands move to my head, skimming over my hair and I look up at him, capturing his eyes before I lick the long length. I watch in satisfaction as he shudders in pleasure. I suck his tip before slowly taking him into my mouth. His fingers grip my hair as he rocks his hips, thrusting into me. My body heats up in desire as I watch his head fall back, his eyes half open, pleasure etched over his gorgeous features as he mouth-fucks me. I loosen my jaw, taking him as deep as I can, reveling in the power I have over him.
I feel his cock throb, tighten, before his body trembles out his orgasm into my mouth. His semen is salty on my lips.
“Abby,” Michael groans out before pulling me up off my knees and into his arms. He kisses me hard, our tongues melding into one as the water falls around us.
“What am I going to do with you?” he whispers against my lips.
“Anything you want,” I tell him as his body shudders against mine.
***
Hours later we wake up wrapped in each other’s arms. I open my eyes and find his blue eyes settled on my face as he watches me sleep. I give Michael a shy smile before tiredly rubbing my eyes.
“What time is it?”
“Five o’clock,” Michael says to my surprise. I can’t believe I slept through most of the day.
“Did you sleep at all?” I ask him softly. “Or have you been watching me this whole time?”
“I like watching you.”
My stomach does a little somersault.
“I like watching you too,” I whisper to him, reaching out and brushing a strand of his dark hair away from his face.
Michael gives me a tender smile before planting a soft kiss on the bridge of my nose.
“I’m glad.” Michael’s voice is playful. “I’ve spent the last twenty minutes willing you to open your eyes. I’m starving.”
“You should have woken me up!” I tell him, trying to pull away from him. He rolls over my body again and attacks me hungrily, raining kisses all over my face.
His hands move up to tickle me and soon I’m screaming with laughter, begging him to leave me alone.
He settles his body over mine and begins to kiss me deeply, his tongue lazily lavishing mine with attention like he has all the time in the world.
“You look like an angel when you sleep.”
Why does he have to say all the right things?
Most of the time, I remind myself.
He suddenly lifts himself up off my body and places a quick, chaste kiss on my lips.
“Food first,” he says.
“And then?” I ask with a raised brow.
Michael gives me a wolfish grin.
“Dessert.”
He rises naked and saunters over to his walk-in closet, completely confident with his nudity. I stare at his body in awe. It’s absolutely perfect and truly a sight to be seen. I could look at him all day. Michael slips on a pair of gray cotton shorts and walks back over to the bed, where I’m now propped up on my elbow watching his every move.
His smile is playful as he leans down on the mattress and rubs a finger on the side of my lips.
“Am I going to have to drag you out of my bed?”
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“I’m not leaving this room without you.”
My pulse flutters.
The thing is, for some reason I’m finding myself a bit embarrassed now to just hop out of bed as naked and confident as he just did. It’s silly and completely ridiculous considering he’s now seen and licked every inch of my body, but now that we’re not in the thick of things my shyness has returned with a fury. Proper Abby, as he likes to call me, is about to rear her uptight head.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he mutters under his breath.
And then as if he knows what I’m thinking he grabs hold of my hand and pulls me out of bed, not allowing me a moment of hesitation. Once I’m standing naked before him, he stares at my body with longing.
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br /> “You’re so fucking hot,” he says in a raspy voice.
The way he says it makes me confident. Takes away any feeling of shyness I might have let creep in.
It makes me want to dance around the room naked—a feeling I’ve never ever had with a man before. He grabs me and pulls my naked body up against his.
“I need you to eat,” he says with a great deal of force.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I’m going to fuck you all night long,” he says, running a finger down the length of my cheek. “And you’re going to need your strength.”
My pulse goes into hyperdrive at the thought of the night ahead.
His words are all I need to hear before I move away from his body, grab my bikini bottoms and quickly slip them on. I look around the room and see one of his white T-shirts thrown haphazardly on a chair. I walk over and put it on.
The shirt almost falls to my knees, covering me appropriately enough to walk downstairs and run into any staff that might be milling around. I run my hands through my hair and hope I look halfway decent before turning to him with a smile.
“I’m ready.”
The playfulness is gone from his gaze and in its place is an intensity I’ve never seen before.
“What?” I ask him shyly.
He shakes his head before giving me a sexy smile.
“I like the way you fill out my shirt.”
I laugh in response and take the hand he holds out for me.
“But I like you naked more.” He kisses my palm and leads me out of the room.
We make our way downstairs to the veranda. The smells coming from the kitchen make my mouth water and I realize how famished I am. Giselle has fixed the table for us and the setting is romantic, overlooking the spectacular ocean view. A bottle of rosé sits on ice next to the table, and Michael busies himself with pouring us both a glass. He hands me a drink before settling down across from me and lifting his own in a toast.
“To your first time in Costa Rica,” he says, watching me with a hooded gaze. “I hope to give you many more firsts before this trip is over.”
My breath hitches and I give him a nervous smile before taking a sip of the crisp drink.
My gaze sweeps over his chest in unabashed admiration.
