by Abby Wood
“Let me.” He leaned over and ran his lips, his tongue, along the curve of her bottom lip. He groaned. “Delicious.”
“You’re awful sure of yourself. How do you know there will be a next time?” She lowered her gaze. “We’ve just met.”
“A person knows when they are compatible with the opposite sex, don’t you think? The moment you turned on the bar stool and thanked me for the drink, I knew I wanted to spend time with you.” He picked up her hand and laid it on his chest. “It takes a special woman to grab my interest the way you did.” Mick stroked the length of her thigh.
She sighed, and her legs under the blanket quivered beneath his hand. “Oh God, this is too good to be true.”
“What are you doing for the next…oh, thirty years or so?” He trailed his mouth around her ear, gathered the soft lobe between his teeth, and nipped.
“Years?” She sucked in a breath.
He chuckled under his breath at how shaky her voice had become. An innocent kitten, so easy to manage, yet so loving and willing to please. “Yes. Years. I don’t think tonight is going to be enough time to enjoy everything we have to offer each other.” He sat back. “You fascinate me.”
She raised a hand to the delicate skin above her collarbone. “We’ve just met. I don’t know anything about you.”
Mick nodded. “I’m forty-nine years old. A semiretired CEO of a handful of companies that I have other people run on a daily basis. I own my own home, the yacht, and a house in Hawaii. I don’t play games. I want you.” He kissed her lips. “Trust me, love.”
She inhaled through her nose and blew out a big breath through her puckered lips. “I can’t just—”
“You can.” He lifted the bottle of wine to his lips, drank, and stretched his legs out in front of him. “You will.”
She laughed self-consciously. “You can’t be so sure that I’ll jump into a relationship with you. I have a job, my apartment, bills to pay…” She threw up her hands. “My own life. I can’t—I’ve just met you. We might lead two different lifestyles.”
“Trust me, love. I’ve lived more years than you have. I know exactly what I want. I think you knew that the moment I bought you a drink at the bar. You’re independent, but I saw the way you appraised me and concluded that I was a man who could take care of you, show you the pleasures of life, cherish you. I know, because it’s the way I feel about you.”
“But I can’t—” She sat back and gazed up at him with huge trusting eyes.
“You say that word too much. You should strike the word can’t from your vocabulary. Instead, say you can.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me. Let me show you something.”
Frowning, she moved the blanket off her legs and let him pull her to her feet. He led her to the front of the yacht, where the bow came to a point. He positioned her over the water and set her hands up on the polished wooden bar.
“Stay.” He stepped back.
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”
“I’m right here.” He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
Debbie followed his orders. Her hair blew back in the breeze coming off the water and reminded him of a ribbon floating away in the wind. He must pin her down before she too drifted away.
“Are your eyes shut?”
She nodded.
“Keep them closed. Don’t open them.” He stepped up behind her.
Despite her long, lean body, the top of her head barely reached his chin. He ran his hands along the sides of her ribs, her waist, and settled on the flare of her hips. Jesus, that little indention fit the size of his hands perfectly. Ideal handles to hold her steady as he watched his cock slide into her pussy from behind.
“Pay attention to how your body reacts to my hands.” He slid his hands down the sides of her legs. “I can feel you come alive and tremble under my touch.”
She inhaled deeply and let her head fall back on her shoulders.
“That’s it. Just let yourself enjoy the way I can make you feel.” His lips skimmed the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. “How does that feel? Good?”
“Mm…” She leaned back against his chest.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her upper body, and cradled her close. “It’s a beautiful night. Look out across the water.”
Debbie’s hand caressed his arm. “Yes.”
“It’s up to you, love. Will you trust me enough to make this a night you’ll never forget?”
Her fingers tightened, and she pressed her ass into the front of his slacks. “Oh God, yes.”
Kissing her shoulder, he let his arms fall and then stepped back away from her. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He slid his hands into his pockets and rubbed his lips together. “You are exquisite.”
He sunk his hand into her thick locks. “Ready?”
She nodded, keeping her back toward him.
“Take off your blouse.”
She squeaked.
“No, don’t hesitate. Take it off and throw it into the water.” He waited, but she didn’t move. “Now, baby.”
Her arms rose, her hands moving to the front of her shirt. She blew her breath out. He smiled. She wanted this. Hell, he wanted this.
In slow motion, she rotated her shoulders enough for her to slide the blouse off her back. He moaned. Finally, he’d be able to view those nipples that tempted him earlier through her blouse.
She flung the material over the railing. Standing with the water for a backdrop, vulnerable and unsure, she presented the picture-perfect woman to have in his life.
“Are you wearing panties?”
She shook her head.
“Good. I like that.” He stepped back again to get the full view of her body. “Slip off your skirt and toss it overboard.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. She reached behind her, unbuttoned the waistband, and unzipped the skirt. She lifted first one dainty bare foot, the other, and then stepped out of her last piece of clothing.
A full, voluptuous ass shone pale in the moonlight. Even with the shadows up on deck, the heart-shaped outline of her derriere greeted him. Her body matched from the shape of her lips to her ass. What other surprises did she have hidden?
Mick stepped up and pressed his body against her back. Those killer legs of hers placed her ass and his cock in perfect alignment. He wrapped his arms around and under her breasts, pulling her snug against him.
Molded tight with her trembling body, he kissed the soft curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. “You please me.”
“Mick…” She covered his forearms with her hands. “Please…”
He moved, slipped an arm under her butt, and cradled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up at him with a smidge of trepidation.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
She gasped and sucked in her bottom lip, catching it between her teeth. His cock pressed painfully against his slacks. He couldn’t wait to possess her body and show her how good they’d be together.
“Tell me, love. This is the only time I’ll ask you.” He stopped at the top of the stairs leading belowdecks to the bedroom. “You only have to say the word, and I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. That, I can promise.”
Debbie tilted her head back and gazed up into his face. He watched the way her light blue eyes flickered back and forth, studying him. He dared not breathe and spoil the moment.
“Fuck me, Mick,” she whispered.
He captured her mouth with his, stepped down the stairs, and set her on her feet. Pulling out of the kiss, he stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. She reached out to help him, and he dropped his hands, pleased to know she needed this the same way he did.
After kicking off his pants, he moved over to the bedside dresser and opened the drawer. He removed a condom and ripped the foil package open with his teeth. Debbie stepped over to the bed and crawled on h
er knees.
“No.” He motioned for her to come back. “I want your hands to put this on me.”
Debbie’s hands shook, but she managed to roll the condom onto his cock. “I’m on the pill, but thank you for doing this for me.”
His knees threatened to buckle at the first brush of those long, thin fingers around his width. The overpowering urge to teach and care for her consumed him.
She straightened and stood in front of him. She obediently waited for his instructions. He’d not let her suffer for long.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“Touch me.” Her nipples hardened.
He kept his distance. “Be specific.”
“I…I don’t…know.” She bit down on her lip.
He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted. “You do know. Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
“How?” He crossed his arms. “You have to tell me.”
She closed her eyes and swallowed. Her throat muscles constricted, and he about jumped out of his skin imagining what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth.
“Hard, fast…” She opened her eyes. “Make me come.”
He stepped toward her and pinned her against the wall. Holding her hands above her head, he lifted her leg, and then plunged his cock into her tight, hot pussy.
“You only need to ask.” He thrust and grunted.
Debbie gasped. He filled her up, possessed her body, and took all control away from her. This was what she craved. He had known it from the moment she walked into the bar.
Mick drove his cock into her hard. He bucked her against the wall repeatedly with each plunge.
“Yes!” Her eyelids fluttered under the pleasure. “Oh. God. Yes!”
“Come.” He captured her mouth, swallowed her scream, and gave her a taste of what she did to him. “Come.” Grinding his pelvis against her clit, he held her flat against the wall. “Come.”
With a surge of energy, her body stiffened, convulsed, and shuddered through her orgasm. Her shoulders arched off the wall, and sweet spasms clamped down around his cock. He thrust one more time and came. He groaned at the way her breasts rose and fell against his bare chest, stimulating him further.
Her head fell forward onto his chest in sweet surrender. The soft, warm puffs of air from her mouth caressed his body. Somehow this young woman had wrapped her arms around his heart, and he didn’t want to let her go.
“Let me take you back to my home, please. I feel that we’ve only begun to uncover what we have between us.” He lifted her up into his arms. “Now, let’s find you something to wear for the ride, and then I promise, I’m going to strip you naked again the moment we step inside my house.”
She snuggled against him and laid her head in the soft nook of his neck. “Please.”
Chapter Three
The drone of the water running in the shower shut off. Debbie hung up the phone, untangled her legs out from under her, and walked into the master bathroom. It felt good to talk to her mom and share her excitement over meeting Mick.
He stood naked in front of the mirror, rubbing the wetness out of his hair with a towel. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms. God, the man looked stunning.
“Hey, you.” Mick tossed the towel toward the clothes hamper. “Did you have a nice talk with your mom?”
She nodded. “I told her all about you, and she said to say hi. She said she hopes we’re still together when she and Dad come back to the States. Mom sounded really happy that I’ve found someone so perfect for me.” She wrapped her arms around his lean waist. “Mm…you smell good, all soapy and clean. Are you sure we shouldn’t stay in tonight?” She kissed his cheek. “From the sound of it, it’s pouring outside.”
He chuckled and pecked her lips. “Nope. I’ve got to drop off paperwork at the corporate office, and I think you deserve a dinner out.” He stepped around her and walked into the bedroom. “Don’t worry about changing. The way you’re dressed is fine for what I have planned.”
Debbie gazed down at her baggy fisherman’s sweater and the jeans tucked into knee-high boots. “Are you sure? You could always drop me at my apartment, and I could pick something else up. A skirt, at least.”
“No. You look beautiful in what you’re wearing.” He smiled.
She’d stayed at his house all week, driving back and forth to work, and living out of a couple of suitcases. Most of the clothes she had with her were more suited to wearing to work than going out on the town. She sighed.
“How did you end up so successful in business?” She flopped on the bed and leaned her head on her elbow. “Do you know how lucky you are not to have to get up early every morning and work your ass off to barely pay the bills?”
Mick pulled a belt through his jeans. “You don’t have to work, love.”
“It’d be foolish to quit my job after knowing you a week.” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s not what I’m talking about, anyway.”
“Well, I spent my youth working round the clock. I gave up a lot of things to have what I have today.” He held up two oxford button-down shirts. “Which one—white or dark blue?”
“Mm…” She pursed her lips. “The blue one. Do you ever regret giving certain things up?” She sat up on the bed and wrapped her hands in the extra material of her sweater.
He shook his head. “It’s all in the past. You’ve got to move on.” He hesitated and cocked his brow. “We’re still talking about my life, right? You’re not having second thoughts about moving in here?”
She waved her hand in the air. “Not me. Just curious about you. What you were like at my age.”
“That long ago? I barely remember.” He chuckled. “My memories are a little fuzzy.”
She threw a pillow at him. “You’re not that old!”
“Almost twice your age.” He leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “I’m like a fine wine.”
She purred. “Hm, what a coincidence. I happen to love wine.” She placed a hand on the zipper of his jeans. “Maybe you’d let me have a sip?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
He lifted his arm and glanced at his watch. “Got to make it quick, baby, before my secretary leaves for the day.” He unlatched his belt and his jeans, and pulled them down.
“Oh, lookee there. Mickey isn’t happy.” She pouted. “Let me see if I can do something about that.”
She slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. She curled her fingers around his cock and brought him closer. The powerful ability to bring him around full circle and pleasure him always gave her such a high of contentment.
Her lips sealed him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue. Mick’s hand came down to caress the side of her head. Opening her eyes, she gazed up into his face and winked.
“That feels real good.” He arched his hips forward and gazed down at the way his cock grew in her mouth. “See. You please me. Always making sure I’m satisfied.”
His flaccid organ pulsed and hardened in her mouth. Moving back and forth, she lubricated the length of him with her tongue. A tremor ran through her lower belly, and she widened her legs. An urge to rub her pussy flitted in her thoughts, but this was about Mick. She wanted to do this for him.
“Deb…baby?” He laid his hand under her chin. “What’s wrong?”
She slowly withdrew her mouth off him. “Nothing. Why?” She ran her finger from the base to the tip of his swollen head.
“You whined.” He tugged on a strand of her hair. “Tell me why.”
Licking her lips, she glanced at the way she fondled his shaft. “This excites me.” She gathered a drop of precum on the tip of her finger and raised it to her lips. “A lot.”
“Ah.” He stepped back, fisted his cock, and stroked himself. “Wiggle your jeans off your hips, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
She shook her head. “B-but, we’ll be late.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll drive fast. We’ll make it. I promise.” He motioned fo
r her to stand up and move over to the bed. “Do what I said, Deb. Let me please you too.”
Standing up, she unzipped her jeans and shimmied them down to her knees. She penguin-walked forward and giggled.
“Not exactly a smooth, sexy move.” Debbie sucked her bottom lip in and caught it between her teeth.
He moaned. His fingers tight around his cock, he continued to caress the length. “Anything you do for me is a beautiful thing.” He walked over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and removed a vibrator and a tube of lube. “This might help.”
