Going Deep (Divemasters Book 2) (11 page)

“Yeah, it damn well is.” He kissed her this time, lingering for a while. Their next activity wouldn’t be very comfortable with a boner, though, so he reined himself in before he could get carried away.

“So what now?” Resilient and tough as ever, Sabine perked up again.

He strode to the cargo hold of the helicopter and withdrew two bikes along with helmets and other protective gear.

Waverly met them around back and held out the picnic basket he’d spotted earlier. “Are you going to be able to balance that on your handlebars?”

He laughed. “Don’t insult me. Of course. I can even ride with no hands.”

Sabine shook her head. “Have you ever seen what the road down from here looks like? It’s no joke. Hands the whole way, please. I need you in one piece for the things I have planned for tonight.”

“I like the sound of that.” He gave in to the disapproving stares of two kickass women. “I bet I can fit this stuff in my backpack. Will that make you feel better?

“Yes,” they answered together.

So he stuffed as much as possible in there then hefted it onto his shoulders.

“I’m going to fly down to the Kula Botanical Garden. They’ve got a spot for me to land. Take your time and call me if your plans change.” Waverly hugged Sabine then waved. “Be careful!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve actually ridden a bike.” Sabine made a funny face as she climbed on.

“The good news is it’s entirely downhill. All you have to do is glide.” He watched her as she took off in front of him, mentally rating this portion of the day with five solid gold stars when he realized her ass would be on display for him to perv over the whole way down the mountain. That was more likely than a picnic basket to make him wreck.

She may not have had a lot of practice, but in customary Sabine style, that didn’t keep her from going for it whole-heartedly. He loved that about her. Always willing to try new things, or check something out, she never shied away from new experiences.

He hoped they could have lots of those together.

Wind stung his cheeks as they picked up speed.

Sabine proved to be quite the daredevil, taking the hairpin switchbacks in the mountain road far faster than he was comfortable with. It was a long way down on the other side of the guardrails, when there were guardrails. Maybe he shouldn’t have unleashed her.

Watching her hair whip around her and hearing her exclamations float over the stark beauty of the cinder desert surrounding them, he fed off of her elation.

Together they whooped and hollered to each other, pointing out highlights as they wormed their way toward the park where Waverly waited with their ride home. Lush tropical trees and flowers soon replaced the barren landscape of the summit.

Another of Hawaii’s many ecosystems engulfed them in greens so vivid they made him think of the variety of blues that made up the ocean. Underwater would always be his favorite place, the pinnacle of nature to him. This wasn’t too shabby, though.

When they coasted into the parking lot at the botanical garden, Sabine turned toward him—face flushed, eyes bright. He helped her climb off her bike and steady herself before leading her along a path to the spot he’d picked for lunch.

A half-mile down the trail, he heard the rush of water. A few more turns through the jungle and an enormous waterfall loomed above them. Moss clung to the rocks on either side of the long, ribbony stream, which poured over the edge of the cliff hundreds of feet in the air.

“It’s gorgeous.” Sabine paused, staring up at the feature in awe.

“I
still
haven’t seen anything that comes close to you,
lindeza
. Never will.” Miguel took her in his arms, simply hugging her tight. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deep of the scent of clean mountain air blended with her.

While she wandered around the clearing snapping photos, including a bunch of selfies of them laughing and goofing off together, he spread out their blanket and unpacked the gourmet feast. For the first time since they’d met, they enjoyed normal people stuff together.

Okay, normal people stuff, if you were extraordinarily lucky and privileged, too.

He refused to feel guilty about the perks he could provide his companion after working hard and building his life from nothing. Because he knew that even if he was still dirt poor, it wouldn’t matter.

They only needed each other.

Sabine smiled up at him. Her fingers played with his hands. Stuffed, and in need of a power nap, he grinned back. “You ready to head home?”

“Will that lead to your dick in my pussy sometime soon?” She surprised him with her directness, as always.

He laughed. “Definitely.”

“After the best blowjob of your life, of course, for being such an amazing—” She hesitated, as if unsure of what to call him, until finishing with, “lover.”

Except it sounded like more of a question by the time she got to the end of her sentence.

He wondered what he’d prefer her to say.

Boyfriend? Nah.

Partner? Maybe.

Soul mate? That’s what it felt like to him.

For the first time, he understood guys who introduced a woman as their wife and the pride that accompanied their declaration—equal parts possession, ego boost since they’d chosen you in return, and honor.

Maybe someday…

“Am I doing it wrong or something?” She tipped her head.

“Huh?”

“My attempt at seduction. I thought you’d be sprinting for the chopper at the promise of a BJ. I mean, I did say the
best
BJ ever, didn’t I? Not one of those sloppy, half-assed, get it wet so you can put it in faster kind. I mean like the unreciprocated, lay back and enjoy—”

If she didn’t stop talking, he was going to yank down his shorts right there.

So he lunged to his feet, snagged the backpack, then grabbed Sabine, too.

She laughed as he ran, carrying her, the entire length of the trail.

After he boosted her into their waiting ride, Miguel spoke quietly to Waverly, who had already loaded their bikes and moved on to her pre-flight checks. “When you radio in to Captain Alex with our flight details, can you please ask him to check out Brad Post, grad student at UoH. He’s probably just some socially awkward bookworm, but he was poking around, asking Sabine a lot of questions about her work this morning. It’s been bugging me ever since. Maybe we should add some security to her lab, too. Cameras, extra locks, stuff like that.”

Of all people, Waverly would understand. Shit could turn ugly in an instant.

“Sure, Miguel.” She put her hand on his forearm and squeezed. “Things are going to turn out okay.”

“I know.” He really did believe that.

After all, he didn’t plan to let anything happen to Sabine. He’d waited a lifetime for the perfect woman to spend the rest of his life with. Now that he’d found her, he didn’t intend to lose her.

S
abine couldn’t wait
for Waverly to whisk them back to the
Divemaster
. Maybe Miguel would take her to the clubroom and help her work off some of this naughty energy he’d had her stockpiling all damn day in his sexy, generous, romantic presence. If he didn’t, she’d probably tackle him the moment they got back to their cabin.

Their
cabin.

When had she started thinking of his space as her home?

She wasn’t sure, but somewhere along the line she had. There was nowhere else she felt more comfortable, and not only because of the lavish amenities. Truthfully, as long as Miguel’s arms were around her, holding her close to the steady thump of his heart, she’d make do.

Sabine glanced at Miguel and found him staring back at her with the same red-hot lust burning in his gaze. That would never get old.

“Hey, Waverly!” he called up to their badass lady pilot.

“Yeah?”

“Remember that time I helped you make Archie’s underwater sex fantasy come true?”

He did what? Sabine wondered exactly how that worked and if they could try it sometime. She forgot to ask him, though, when he kept talking.

“How about you pay me back now?” He winked at Waverly while his hand wandered up Sabine’s thigh, beneath the hem of her skirt.

“What’d you have in mind?” Waverly joked, “Kind of hard to have a threesome when I’m doing the flying. Besides, Archer would kill you.”

“Very funny.” Miguel chuckled. “I want you to roll up that partition and take a few laps around the island. I’ll knock when we’re ready to go home.”

“We have an intercom, you know?” She grinned. “Pretend to be the worldly multi-millionaire you are, Miguel. Or at least act as if you’re civilized.”

“What fun would that be? Besides, we all know I’m asking for privacy because I’m going to fuck my date until she can hardly walk. Nothing refined about that, is there?” He poked around on the control panel by his seat, finding the button for the partition himself. “Toodles, Waverly.”

The dainty finger wave he gave his best friend’s girlfriend was so utterly ridiculous that both women burst out laughing.

Sabine’s humor faded fast when he turned on her with his blue laser stare. “Strip.”

“Like burlesque strip or like set-the-world-record-for-getting-naked strip? I’m not very coordinated, but I could give the sexy variety a whirl if you’ve got some music…” It wasn’t nervousness, exactly, that had her rambling. More like anticipation and the desire to be perfect for him. As wonderful as he was for her without trying.

“Ditch your clothes. Now.” Though brusque, his gravelly command didn’t alarm her. She’d been teasing him for hours. A man—or a woman for that matter—could only stand so much sweet torture in a single day.

“Oh. Right.” Sabine toed off her sneakers and socks, wriggled out of her shorts and panties, then whipped her shirt and bra over her head. The necklace he’d given her stayed, as always. Without it she would feel naked in ways she’d never anticipated before. It comforted her, reminding her of his presence in her life. She understood the importance of talismans to some cultures much more after wearing his.

It carried an enchantment for her that she didn’t ever want to go without again.

He seemed to wholly approve of her obsession with his gift.

“That’s better.” He admired her, bared completely to him. And she didn’t mean only her nudity.

Miguel saw her clearly. He understood her moods, boosted her up when she was low, took charge when she longed to be free of responsibility for a little while, and never left her unsatisfied when she craved him. Like she did now.

“On your knees at my feet.” He took her hand and tugged, helping her sink to the plush carpeting as he spread his thighs wide.

Sabine looked up at him, waiting for his direction.

“Undress me,” he ordered.

She started with his sneakers, untying them and slipping them from his feet. It was unusual to see him wearing shoes of any kind since they weren’t allowed on the precious decks of the
Divemaster
. When she peeled off his socks, revealing his tanned toes, she felt like she was uncovering the man she’d gotten to know so well.

Her hands trailed up his legs, the thick dark hair on them tickling her palms.

When she reached his shorts, skimming her fingers over the front of them, she intentionally goaded him before undoing the fly so that his already hard cock could spring free. His massive erection was framed by the canvas as it rested on his abdomen.

The resolve she’d had to go slow and steady flew out the window then.

Hell, she could climb into his lap and sink over his shaft in a matter of seconds if she hadn’t promised him a world-class sucking.

Sabine rushed, shoving his shirt up before tugging it over his head and flinging it somewhere behind her. Then she yanked on his shorts.

He laughed as he lifted his fine ass from the seat so she could slip the last of his clothes from his body. “In a hurry?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded, licking her lips.

“Tell me again about how you’re going to give me the best blowjob of my life.” He speared his fingers into her hair and brought her face close to his groin. Not close enough for her to taste him yet, though.

“Why don’t you let me show you instead?” She peered up at him through the veil of her lashes as she asked for permission to suck his dick.

When he didn’t respond right away, she begged, “Please. I want to taste you. Feel your heat and hardness on my tongue. And when you come, I want to know it’s for me, because I’ve made you feel even a tiny bit as good as you’ve made me feel. Today especially. But since the moment I met you, really.”

“Every day I spend with you is a happy one,
lindeza
.” He brushed his thumb over her parted lips, dipping it inside for a split second, long enough for her to flick her tongue over the tip. “But go ahead. Suck my cock. Make today one for the record books.”

She rocked forward, swallowing his length in a single long glide, not stopping until she had all of him wrapped in the heat and softness of her mouth. He prodded into her throat. Good thing she didn’t have much of a gag reflex, because he had enough length and girth to be a serious choking hazard.

Either would have made his cock impressive.

Together, they made him God’s gift to her pussy.

Sabine shivered as she began to suck on him, hoping later he might show her again how well they fit despite his decidedly above average endowment. She bobbed over him, paying special attention to the sensitive spot beneath his crown before sinking lower once more.

His fingers clenched in her hair and on her shoulder. Soon, he began to pump upward as she sank over him. The veins along his shaft grew more defined as his sac tightened in her palm.

“Sabine!” he called out for her as he reached the limits of his restraint. She didn’t bother to slack off. Instead, she fluttered her tongue across the underside of his shaft and sucked harder on his tip at the apex of each stroke.

It was then that she felt the first gush of liquid coat her tongue, a precursor to his actual orgasm.

With one final plunge, she took him deep and swallowed around him.

Miguel roared as he came. His body arched, coiled as tightly as a loaded spear gun, before bursting into motion. His abs flexed as he emptied his balls down her throat, making her gulp to keep up with the pulses of his come.

Part of her pouted, just a little. He wouldn’t leave her hanging. But even his spectacular pussy-eating or the dexterity of his fingers—or both of those things together, for that matter—couldn’t get her off as well as the pounding of his cock within her.

“Don’t stop sucking.” He tapped her cheek when she slowed, preparing to let him slide from between her lips.

Her gaze snapped to his.

“Keep going and you’ll have me hard again in a few minutes.” He grinned wickedly then. “You didn’t think I was going to pass up the opportunity to fuck you in a helicopter, did you?”

She shook her head, doing something that apparently felt great to his dick in the process. Whatever hint of firmness he’d lost after his orgasm began to return. The fat tip of his cock bumped against her palate. Damn, how did he do that? And how many times in a row could she make him come?

Sabine planned a naughty test for another day. Right now, she had to have him buried within her as quickly as possible. She hollowed her cheeks and increased the pressure on his shaft.

He groaned and thrust upward, nearly making her choke.

Redoubling her efforts, Sabine cupped his balls in her palm and rolled them lightly. A soft touch there never failed to arouse him. Today was no exception.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Suck.”

She did, bringing him back to full erection before long.

When her jaw had begun to ache, he lifted her to the seat and pushed her to her back. He crushed his mouth over hers, making her forget about any mild discomfort with swipes of his tongue and the brush of his lips.

While she ate at him, he fed her pussy his cock.

He pressed against her opening, working to penetrate as he always had to at first. But when he poked through the rings of muscle and spread them around his shaft, her body accommodated him. He hunched his back so that he could suck on her nipples as he began to turn the tables, raining rapture on her.

Because he’d already come, taken the edge off, he was able to pump into her relentlessly. Sabine couldn’t resist that much direct stimulation. She felt her orgasm coalescing, barely out of reach.

Miguel clenched his ass tighter with every stroke, rubbing her clit with the root of his cock. It didn’t take long before she was clawing at his back, whether to slow him down or egg him on, she couldn’t say.

It didn’t matter. He worked her as he pleased, which turned out to be exactly how she needed it. Hard and steady, with evenly spaced thrusts that her body began to anticipate.

One or two more strokes and she’d be past the point of no return.

Of course he knew that, too.

“Come,
lindeza
.” He kissed her then, swallowing her cries of completion. And only when she’d finally quit spasming around him did she realize he hadn’t stopped fucking. “Do it again.”

“I can’t—”

“You will.” He wouldn’t accept any other outcome.

So she settled in and focused on the muted friction of his cock, which glided through the evidence of her arousal more easily now that he’d inspired her body to unleash one of the strongest waves of ecstasy she’d ever experienced. He never once paused as he kissed her, bringing her back to full arousal much more quickly than she would have thought possible.

When she was with him, moving against him to steal more pleasure from his body, he smiled.

Then he pulled out, though only long enough to roll her over.

He lifted her hips and helped her get into position so that one knee was on the seat while her other foot planted itself on the floor. Ass up, face pressed to the supple leather, she gasped when he reentered her from behind, then sank even deeper than before.

She was certain no one had ever been so far inside her. The thought alone spurred another orgasm. A violent one that only left her hungry for more right away. “Miguel!”

“Damn, Sabine,” he panted as he blanketed her back and bit her shoulder. “That was amazing. I wanted better access to your clit, but I guess I didn’t need it that time.”

Still he fucked her, slow and steady as she caught her breath.

“Not when you hit right...there.” She moaned when he tapped the spot inside her again. “Oh God. That’s so good. So
deep
.”

“Going deep is my specialty,” he growled.

“Miguel,” she gasped. “Seriously, I think you’re so far in me you might poke out my mouth soon.”

He laughed at that, but didn’t stop fucking. To have a man who could appreciate humor in bed without losing his hard-on or feeling threatened was a bonus. Sabine grinned against the seat. At least until he got serious real quick, adding the stroke of his thumb across her clit to the rock of his pelvis.

She didn’t stand a chance at resisting when he played her like that.

He knew all her secrets by now.

Somehow, that didn’t scare her as much as it should. In fact, it amplified the pleasure he bestowed with his fluid movements and the unrelenting drive of his cock within her.

“When you go over this time, I’m coming with you,” he promised. “Almost there?”

The thought of him painting her with his release, marking her—even if it was inside, where no one else could see—was almost enough on its own to trigger her climax. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He lifted his chest upright far enough to expose her ass a bit. She knew what he was about to do, but it didn’t make it any less enjoyable when his palm connected with her cheek.

It only took three solid swats before she shattered.

Sabine muffled her scream against the seat as she unraveled.

The pulses of Miguel’s hot come splattering against her over-sensitized tissue triggered wave after wave of spasms. Only when she was sure he’d flooded her pussy did he release his grip around her waist and withdraw his softening cock.

He held her in place with one palm at the base of her spine while he reached for his shirt and did his best to clean the trickles of semen that escaped to ice her thighs.

Sabine sighed, feeling like she might deflate or melt into a puddle on the spot.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, serious for a moment.

“No, I like it when you go deep.” Too bad he didn’t realize just how far within her he’d tunneled. He’d wormed his way straight into her heart. Denying it any longer would be foolish.

In silence, they got dressed as best they could. Miguel stuffed his messy shirt in his backpack and finger-combed her hair into some semblance of order. The entire time, he kept staring into her eyes, as if he could see her soul. As deep as it was possible to get inside a human, she supposed.

“
Lindeza
, I lo—”

She sure wished the bolt of inspiration that had struck her then had waited a measly half-second longer. Because her imagination was trying to convince her that he had been about to drop the L-bomb when she interrupted with a shriek.