Gypsy Hope: A Gypsy Beach Novel

by Jillian Neal

  “I want to touch you,” she finally managed.

  “Sugar, you are touching me. You’re driving me wild.”

  “I mean … I want to feel how hard you are.”

  Using the hand that had been on her thigh, he placed her hand over his fierce erection, but she shook her head. With a great deal of focus, she popped the snap of his jeans and lowered the zipper slightly. He was woefully unable to stop her as her fingers explored the hardened bulge pressed tightly against the cotton of his boxers. She rubbed up his shaft with her palm and then came in contact with his skin. His breaths sped, and his mind scrambled with desire. Her fingers traced over the thick ridge at his head. With another frantic draw of gasped breath, he tried to remember how to drive. Her fingertips traced his throbbing veins.

  Hope was certain she probably wasn’t handling him correctly. There had to be a way guys preferred this, right? She tried to be gentle, but wasn’t sure that was what he wanted. The thick masculinity of his cock grew somehow harder and longer under her touch. She could feel every ripple and the tightened rolls of his veins pressed to his fevered silky skin as she traced him. It was too dark, and he was obscured by his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t even access anything beyond a partial length of his shaft. She wanted to see all of him. She needed to watch his body respond to her touch. His potent virility was intoxicating. All man, and for the next several weeks, all hers. He throbbed in her hand. She’d made him do that. Another moan thundered from his chest, further bolstering her courage.

  Liquid heat continued to gather rapidly between her legs. He’d seemed very pleased with that. Her breasts ached for his hands and his mouth. She’d fantasized about him so many times. The lacey fabric of her bra abraded her nipples as they throbbed and she longed for him to suck her, to give her relief. Her entire body felt hot and weighted with a need to be freed of all that she’d carried for far too long.

  “Darlin’, you’re killing me, and I have to get you home safely. We’re almost there, okay?” Gently, he eased her hand away and managed to re-button his jeans.

  Mercifully, a few minutes later, he pulled into her driveway, had her out of the truck, and up on her porch. She fumbled trying to get the keys in the lock. Nimbly, he lifted them from her fingers and opened the door.

  They stepped inside, and he pinned her up against a wall. He caged her with the expanse of his chest and took her lips with decadent greed. Slow and thorough. He cupped her breasts, squeezing her through the dress. Her nipples tightened painfully against his palms. Her body trembled in desperation. Working on intuition she never knew she possessed, her hands ran down his chest and then back up his ridged cock.

  Pulling away, he broke the kiss and breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers worked through the tiny buttons on the bodice of the sundress. “Let me see you. I know you’re hurtin’. Let me make it feel better.”

  “Please, please, Brock.” She shuddered against him as he revealed the lace of her slight bra. Hope tried to shut out the taunting reminders from her mind that she didn’t have much in the way of breasts. She barely filled a B cup, and yet Brock’s low guttural murmur of deep appreciation as he ran his thumbs back and forth over her nipples made her feel beautiful.

  Her head fell back in ecstasy as he used his mouth to taunt her left nipple with his tongue. The lace of the bra, now wet from his mouth, rubbed against the overly-sensitized skin, and frantic hunger surged through her body. A breathy moan shivered up from her throat. The air around them was thick with need and charged with electricity.

  “Come here to me.” He took her hand and guided her back to her bedroom. Everything about the space suddenly felt different. It was as if she’d never been in her own bedroom. Unable to take her eyes off of him, she tried drawing steadying breaths. She’d never seen Brock move with such reckless intent. Hunger. Wild, raw hunger spilled from his pores. The scent of his musk, a mix of primal male and potent arousal, filled her lungs as he closed his mouth over hers again. His hands raced to her backside this time. He moved her body against his erection, hot and heavy between her legs.

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “Darlin’, I’m gonna make sure you feel every inch of me over and over again. Don’t you worry, but right now I want to see you.” Using his fingertips, he lowered the spaghetti string straps of her dress down her arms and then eased it over the curve of her backside and down her legs. He stepped back to admire her. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Brock was certain there had never been a more stunning sight than Hope Hendrix standing before him, timid yet oh so eager, in nothing but an insubstantial white lace bra, matching lace boyshort panties, and cowgirl boots. He spied the light patches of freckles dotting her shoulders and thighs. She was completely, imperfectly beautiful. His cock throbbed out his adamant approval as fevered heat streaked upwards from her bra to settle in her cheeks.

  His brow furrowed as she quickly covered part of her breasts and stomach with her arms. She tried to hide a few of the freckles and what she must have perceived as something unappealing, though he couldn’t possibly fathom what that would be. He’d never seen anything more stunningly beautiful or delectably sweet.

  “No, ma’am.” He shook his head. “You are too damn pretty to be modest with me now. You’re mine, sugar, all mine, and I sure as hell love what I see. You are gorgeous.” Quickly, he lifted her up into his arms and laid her on her bed. Unable to help himself, he stood back again and indulged himself in another visual feast. Splayed out on her unmade bed amongst the old floral sheets, staring up at him in amazement that he couldn’t possibly deserve. A sense of unworthiness gave him pause. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this with her.

  The boots were sexy as sin but needed to go, so he started there. He debated leaving her socks on. It was a little chilly. She probably couldn’t afford to turn up her heat. He wanted her to be completely comfortable and to give herself over to the feelings he was determined to bring her, but her feet were adorable, and damn, if he didn’t want her naked all for him.

  “Why did you stop?” She sat up and removed the socks herself.

  Impatient little thing wasn’t she? He smirked. Brock knew he would rather enjoy showing her that dragging things out made them all the more explosive. He wanted to torture her in the most delectable ways possible, but tonight was all about showing her what it felt like to give herself over to the all encompassing release of orgasm after orgasm. It was about teaching her that she was safe when she gave him control of her body.

  “Lay back down. Relax, Hope. It’s me, okay? I want you to enjoy this, not rush me through it.”

  He popped the hooks of her bra with one hand. It gave way, and she stared up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, he supposed.

  Remembering that, for all intents and purposes, this was the first time she’d really been so open with a man, he tried to be patient and to prove to her just how sexy she was. He eased the straps down her arms but couldn’t take his eyes off of her nipples, puckered tightly in a rosy hue that beckoned his tongue. His mouth watered. Impatience churned through this veins. Lord have mercy, she was stunning. That intoxicating innocence was going to be his undoing.

  Hope watched Brock constantly, desperate to know if he really found her attractive. The amber in his hazel eyes turned to a liquid fire as he studied her. It stoked the flames licking over her flesh. When he dispensed with her bra, he dropped it to the floor. He guided her back to the soft mattress beneath her.

  “Relax for me, sweetheart. Enjoy me, because I’m about to thoroughly enjoy you.” Another shiver rocked through her body. Hope contemplated being enjoyed, and was more than willing to enjoy him. She watched as he lowered his head and drew her right nipple into the fiery heat of his mouth.

  Her entire body responded to Brock’s rough tongue stroking her nipple. She gasped for breath. Her eyes closed as she forced herself to pay attention to every sensation he gave her. Her back arched. She was breathless with anticipation. Without thought her
fingers tunneled through his thick brown hair. She needed him to take more of her. He complied, sucking harder, pulling, and then nipping gently at her nipple until she was certain she was going to lose her mind.

  Her body lifted in an anxious thrust. He groaned against her breast. The hum rocketed all the way to her womb in ribbons of exquisite pressure. Never before had she felt so delectably bound or so desperate to be set free.

  “Oh, God, please,” she whimpered and writhed. Her eyes flew open as he slowly pulled in a drawing suck and then left her breast and stood back. Desperate to feel his skin on hers, she followed him up and tugged the t-shirt from his waistband. He lifted it up over his head.

  She was already begging, and he’d just barely gotten started. The way she responded to his touch and his craving hunger swelled his ego as much as his cock. This was so much more than teaching her how she needed to be loved, but he had no time and no desire to consider this. Her fingertips were tracing upwards over his abs. He managed one step backwards, so she could stand.

  Ordering himself to let her explore, he closed his eyes in an extended blink as she tenderly spun her index fingers over the circular disks of his nipples.

  Her bottom lip slipped through her teeth as she watched him. “If I suck you here, does it feel as good to you as it did when you did that to me?” Her voice shook violently. The vibrations pricked at his heart.

  “You can ask me anything you want, sugar. Anything you want to know, and having your mouth and tongue just about anywhere on my body would sure as hell feel so fucking good I may lose it long before I intend to.”

  With no further provocation, she spun her tongue hesitantly around his left nipple and then drew the stiffened point in and began to suck. A low rumbled groan escaped from low in his gut.

  The firm muscles of his chest contracted. She could feel his abdomen tense as she continued to tongue his nipples. He’d used his teeth to prime her breasts. It was heavenly, but she was terrified she wouldn’t do it quite right. Suddenly, his hands gripped her waist and his fingers rubbed the lace of her panties against her skin as if he couldn’t wait to remove them from her body.

  She managed to unbuckle his belt while brushing tender kisses across his chest, but her hands shook. “I’ve got it, darlin’.” His voice was a husky whisper that stirred the heated air around her as he toed off his boots and popped the snap of his jeans.

  She watched him strip, fascinated by the masculinity that stood before her. Was this really happening? She’d dreamt of it so many times. Her eyes were transfixed by his cock, though she ordered herself to look at any other part of his body. It bounced against his abs. Driven by her own curiosity, she touched his head and then trailed her fingertips down the ridges of his shaft. A low, craving growl thundered from him this time.

  Her heart sped rapidly out of rhythm as she wrapped her hand around him. His cock was fevered satin and steel, strained tensely, so heavy and hard she couldn’t help the question that spilled from her mouth, “Does that hurt you?”

  “No, sugar, it aches. I ache for you. I’ve thought of having you like this so many times. Nothing could have prepared me for this. So beautiful and sweet. I swear I’ll be gentle with you, but my God, I need you.”

  An understanding settled in her mind. Her body longed to take him in. The fierceness of his erection urged her onward. Suddenly, she understood how insanely good being filled with him would feel for both of them.

  “Lay down and let me see all of you. Let me see that pretty little pussy.”

  Obeying, she laid back and stared up at him expectantly. Nervous energy consumed her. If Brock thought she was scared, he would back out of the plan no matter how far they’d gotten. She had to at least pretend to be more confident. “Uh … I don’t wax or anything like that.” She tried to sound nonchalant.

  With a grunt of unconcern, he eased the panties down her legs. “Good, darlin’. I want you natural, just like a woman should be. Now, relax, and let it feel good for me. I don’t want you to think about anything but how good I make you feel. I know just what you need, and I’m gonna take care of every single thing.”

  He stared down at her, letting his eyes track from the hollow of her delicate neck, to the swells of her breasts, small and feminine, perfect by his estimations. Gently, he let his fingertips explore her abdomen while his eyes zeroed in on the patch of tender curls between her legs dampened with her desire, all for him. In fact, he couldn’t seem to encourage his eyes to take in anything but the lips of her pussy, swollen and fevered pink. He dragged two fingers along her lips and gently circled her clitoris. Timid and curious, yet her body still hadn’t bloomed fully. He’d suspected as much. She needed foreplay. She needed to be worshipped and cared for until her body was prepared to take him, something her asshole ex had failed to even consider.

  With another explorative trace of his fingers over her lips, he moved upward and brushed kisses in the hollow of her neck. She writhed for him and responded like her body was set to detonate at the slightest movement. This was going to be absolutely incredible.

  “Does that feel good, sugar? Does it feel good when I touch you here?”

  “Yes,” hissed from her lips. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, darlin’, I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna take you over and over again tonight. Show you precisely what your sweet little body was made for.” Pure, unadulterated lust shot through his veins. “I want to kiss, and lick, and suck every square inch of your beautiful body. I’m going to own you thoroughly.”

  Another round of seductive heat trailed upwards from between her legs as Brock began his feast. She was laid out before him like the most delectable buffet of feminine sexuality, and he intended to enjoy every morsel of her. His lips blazed a trail of open mouth kisses down from her jaw to the hollow of her throat. Another gasped moan shook her body. His heart thundered in his chest. Bingo. He spun his tongue along her collar bone, making her quiver. He’d just located one of her many sweet spots. More of that seductive heat fevered the skin just under his lips. Her body writhed.

  “You like that, don’t you, sugar? Feels good doesn’t it?” He skimmed his teeth where her shoulder met her neck.

  Hope existed only on a ragged edge of desperation to see what he might do next. Sensation after sensation racked throughout her body. Nothing had ever made her feel so good, yet she constantly yearned for more. Her pussy flowed with voracious heat. She needed to be filled. He wasn’t moving fast enough. Impatience lifted her body against his again.

  “That’s it. Makes you needy, doesn’t it? I’m gonna learn every single hidden away spot of you, Hope. Every single place you like my lips and my teeth. Then I’m going to explore them all over again with my fingers and my cock.”

  “Oh, God, yes. Please.”

  “So fucking sexy, sugar.” He trailed his kisses down to her breasts and watched her nipples throb in desperation. He kneaded her breasts with his hands and then drew them together. Those delicate little peaches, so beautiful. His cock throbbed anxiously. He wasn’t certain he was going to last.

  Drawing her left breast in his mouth, he began to suck fervently before he moved to her right. Back and forth, applying more pressure with each pass until he was nipping the swollen pink tips and then sucking away the slight pain.

  She was unable to remain still. Her entire body rolled against his.

  “That makes you wet for me, doesn’t it? Makes you hot, and wet, and swollen nice and tight, all for me. I need to taste that sweet honey you make for me. It’s all mine, and I’ve been hungry for you for so long, darlin’. I plan to take my time and drink every drop of you.”

  With that, he stood momentarily and then fell to his knees beside her bed. His thirst for her consumed his every thought. “Relax for me. Let this feel good.”

  He ran his hands over the most sensitive parts of her thighs then traced one finger along her slit.

  “Oh, God, please.” She begged.

  He loped her legs over his
shoulders, gently gathered her dew, and painted her lips with his fingers. There were several adorable freckles dotting her mound and inner thighs. He wanted to kiss and lick each and every one. Soon, he would. But tonight, he just couldn’t wait any longer. He had to taste her. He made drawing licks up and down her slit, not allowing himself to go deeper just yet.

  She was so wet, he groaned from his insatiable need. With another gathering stroke from his fingers, he leaned upwards to stare into her eyes. “Watch me, sugar. Watch me taste you.” He sucked her cream from his fingers. “God, you taste good.” He growled as he fell back to his knees and ran his tongue between her slit. “So fucking good.” Her eyes dilated in pleasure until there was but a slight ring of emerald green surrounding the depths of her desperate gaze.

  He went deeper this time, letting his voracious craving drive him as he licked. Using his thumbs, he separated her and accessed her clit. Gently, he traced back and forth over her hood with his tongue. It was heavenly. From the first taste of her nectar, he should have known he’d never get enough.

  He felt her hands timidly grasp his shoulders. She needed something substantial to cling to. He would always be her anchor, and he intended to prove that to her.

  Brock reveled in his education. Her entire body responded to his every move. With every tender flick of his tongue on her hood she writhed, and her body gave desperate thrusts. Her arousal hung in the humid air around him. She was so sensitive. He worked with tender care.

  “Can you be still for me, sugar?” Gently, he clasped his hands on her hips and plied her sexy little ass. He pinned her to the bed so he could continue his feast. “Be still for me, and let me have it. Just relax, and let it go for me. I want to taste your cum, baby. I want to drink it.”

  Her body trembled as he began to delicately lick and suck the hood of her clitoris until it finally swelled for him. He spun his tongue slowly around the timid pearl, and her moan lit him on fire. Her thighs tensed against his stubbled jaw. Her pussy began to flex rhythmically.