THE CAPTURE: The Marriage Diaries, Volume 6 (Invitation To Eden) (7 page)

Dying to have him in her mouth, she moved between his thighs and wrapped her fingers around the hot width of his shaft, then licked her way from the base of his erection all the way to the burgeoning head, slowly, leisurely, again and again, taking her time to savor every bit of her dessert—and torment
him
in the process this time around.

Another swirl of her tongue around the crown, and he made an inarticulate, impatient sound in the back of his throat that told her time for play was over. He wound her hair around his fist until his fingers reached her scalp and there was no way she could escape his hold as he ruthlessly pushed his way past her lips and fed her his cock, until the head of his dick bumped and rubbed against the back of her throat.

She moaned the same time as he did, the sound vibrating along his shaft as he guided her head back up the length of him. She sucked at him until her cheeks hallowed, her lips sealing tight around him so that he felt every retreating inch.

“So fucking good,” he rasped as he continued to fuck her mouth, thrusting deep, withdrawing then plunging back in again.

She glanced up at him, and the intense pleasure spreading across the hard angles of his face spurred her on. The power she held over him, even temporarily, made her soar and ramped up her own arousal. She was swollen and drenched between her thighs, her need to be touched and stroked an excruciating ache.

Abruptly, he cursed and pulled her mouth off of him, his breathing ragged as if he was grasping at his own thin threads of control—which gratified her, considering she’d been in that condition for most of the afternoon.

She blinked oh-so-innocently at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

He smirked at her. “No, I’m just thinking it’s
almost
time to let you come.”

With that announcement, he stood up, and helped her to her feet, too. He walked over to the bed and laid down in the middle, his head propped on a pillow, and crooked his finger at her.

“Come here and straddle my face, slave,” he said boldly. “I want to eat my dessert off your thighs and pussy while you suck my cock.”

His request was unmistakable, and the muscles in Jillian’s belly clenched at the thought of engaging in the simultaneous oral sex position with him, which would result in a guaranteed orgasm for her—
finally
!

Much too anxiously, she climbed up on the mattress and arranged her knees on either side of his head, spreading her legs so that she was completely open to him and his gaze, his mouth, his hands. She lowered her body over the top of his, her belly gliding across his chest and her breasts rubbing against the light furring of hair on his abdomen as she settled into the erotic 69 position.

Her pirate’s hard-as steel cock stood up in greeting, and while she could feel his damp breath feathering along her inner thigh, he waited for her to slide her lips over him before he did anything on his end. The stroke of her tongue produced a long, hot lick from him, followed by nibbling bites all the way up to her core that teased her with the promise of what she wanted so damned badly.

Closing her eyes, she sucked him deep, and he spread open her folds and raked his tongue through her clit. She moaned, swallowing around the head of his cock that was lodged against the back of her throat, and he rewarded her with a slow, swirling lick around her clit that made her legs quiver.

“Umm, you taste so fucking good,” he breathed against her as he pulled the hard, sensitive nub into his mouth and gently raked it with his teeth.

The shocking sensation was like a live wire, touching off the nerves in her pussy and triggering the beginnings of a fierce orgasm she knew she’d never be able to contain. With a soft cry she released his cock and tossed her head back, on the verge of embracing an earth-shattering climax.

A sharp, jarring slap to her ass jolted her senses, immediately diffusing the orgasm in lieu of her brain focusing on the unexpected sting of pain. It was as though her mind and body were torn in two different directions, and pleasure was not the priority when her flesh burned from her rogue’s wicked form of discipline.

“Greedy wench,” he growled against her thigh, and she could have sworn she felt him smile. “You don’t come until I do.”

“Bastard,” she said out of pure, disgruntled annoyance that he once again held all the power.

He chuckled and flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit. “Aye, I am. You’ll get your orgasm when I get mine.”

She was fully prepared to work for it, to pull out her own special feminine tricks to speed up the process for him, too. She gripped him in a tight fist and cupped his sacs in her other hand, going down on his cock while fondling his balls and occasionally rubbing a damp finger along that erogenous zone along his perineum.

She knew she hit the spot when his thighs and abdomen tensed and he increased his efforts on his end, adding the thrust of two fingers deep inside her body while his tongue circled and swirled and drove her right back up to that precipice. Her body undulated with the rhythm of his fingers, shamelessly riding his mouth as her lips and throat worked his throbbing cock, squeezing him, milking him, until he was forced to let go and give himself over to her.

Groaning, he anchored an arm around her bucking hips, holding her tight to his open mouth and marauding tongue as she flew apart at the same exact moment he did. A release of gigantic proportions wracked her entire being, the ecstasy so intense she wanted to scream, but couldn’t.

She could only moan around his pulsing shaft as she swallowed everything he had to give, and he did the same as they both succumbed to pure unadulterated bliss.

“W
ake up sleeping beauty.”

Her rogue woke her up the same way he’d exhausted her last night . . . with his mouth between her legs and his tongue doing deliciously wicked things to her flesh. He licked and swirled, slow and lazy, murmuring encouragements as he let the sensations build—and not denying her a thing when her orgasm rolled through her like a luxurious wave.

This time, when she gripped his hair to press him closer, he let her.

This time, she was able to scream her pleasure as her body convulsed with shimmering ecstasy.

It was a delightful way to start the day, and as the sensations gradually ebbed, he moved up over her body so that they were face to face. He rested his upper body on his forearms to keep his weight from squashing her, while his hips settled between her spread thighs, the heated glide of his erection nestling against her entrance.

“Morning, baby girl,” he murmured affectionately, his gray eyes smoky with his own unfulfilled desire.

She smiled at the endearment he used, realizing she wasn’t waking up to her dominant pirate, but her husband who wanted a lazy, satisfying morning in bed. It had been a while since they’d indulged in plain ‘ol vanilla missionary sex, for the sole purpose of making love, and it was a lovely change of pace from the intensity of yesterday.

“Morning,” she greeted him as she stroked her fingers down the slope of his toned, muscular back. “That was nice, though after last night’s crazy, wild, intense orgasm, I wasn’t sure I’d
ever
have another in me,” she teased.

He chuckled softly and nuzzled her jaw, all the way up to her ear. “Then let’s go for two in a row,” he said, and with a flex of his hips he filled her up, then started moving inside her.

She arched beneath him and exhaled on a low moan of pleasure, the unrushed, luxurious slide of him stoking that slow burn of need she knew would eventually catch fire in the most tantalizing way.

He reached down with a hand, hooked his fingers behind one of her knees, and pulled her leg up so it draped around his waist. “Wrap that other gorgeous leg around me so I can get as deep as possible,” he said, his voice a sexy, husky rasp.

She did, hooking her ankles together at the base of his spine, loving how it locked their bodies together so intimately. The position tilted her hips up and aligned them in a way that allowed him the hottest, deepest penetration possible and made her acutely aware of the ridges in his cock dragging against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her.

He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers, her own lips automatically parting to accept the sweep of his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

With each long, measured pump of his hips, he gyrated against her clit, giving her the friction she craved that reignited a tingling, enticing anticipation. She could feel the passion in him escalate, could taste his rising hunger as he seduced her mouth with his, and claimed her with his hard, strong body.

He lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her, their gazes locked, his eyes dark with desire, the rhythm of his thrusts increasing as he drove into her harder, stronger, faster. She recognized that unraveling of his self-discipline, and knew he was close to finding his release. His breathing turned choppy, and with a low growl of pleasure he tossed his head back and arched high and hard, letting go of his restraint as he pumped erratically into her, his cock pulsing hot and deep.

Jillian’s body clenched around his shaft, the knot of desire within her tightening. Her husband was a man who prided himself on his control, in all things, and watching him completely let go and give himself over to her, physically and emotionally, never failed to increase her pleasure . . . especially when he looked back down at her, his jaw clenching, and demanded in a sexy, husky rasp, “give me what I want, Jillian.”

Her alpha, take-charge husband was back. She shuddered as he continued to grind against her, giving her everything she needed to push her right over and into her own heady climax. A soft cry escaped her, and she writhed beneath him, rocking her hips up against his while her body convulsed in a languid, sublime orgasm.

With a groan, he collapsed on top of her, giving them both time to come back to their senses before he rolled off, then gathered her close to his side. He covered her with the sheet, and she snuggled against his chest, feeling relaxed and content.

She hadn’t realized just how much she and Dean had needed the time away from their jobs and hectic daily life, to reconnect and rejuvenate that spark between them all over again. It wasn’t so much about the pirate fantasy he’d created, but rather just the two of them enjoying their time together, stress-free.

She laid in his arms for a while, feeling no pressure to have to get up and get started on the day—the beauty of being on a vacation. The time was theirs, to do as they pleased, to enjoy whatever they wanted to do at their own pace. They still had one more day left on Eden, and she was curious to know what, if anything, Dean had planned.

She glanced up at him, the hand on his chest tracing lazy patterns up and down his abdomen. “So, what are we doing today?”

He smiled at her. “I thought we could explore the island, then tonight you have a date with Black Heart,” he said, waggling his brows at her in a very lascivious way.

She was thrilled to hear that she’d be spending more time with her rogue pirate. “Where are we going on this date?”

“I’m not spoiling the surprise.” His gaze took on a very wicked glint. “But I can guarantee the evening will be fun, naughty, and probably
very
kinky.”

“Sounds perfect,” she said, already anticipating the evening’s wild and salacious activities.

*     *     *

After eating a light breakfast and showering, Jillian found a few items hanging in the armoire for her to wear. She selected the plain pale blue sundress in a lightweight cotton, then searched for a pair of panties . . . and couldn’t find any.

Frowning, she glanced over her shoulder at Dean, who’d put on a pair of dark brown casual linen drawstring pants that he’d cuffed up to his calves. “What is it about this place and undergarments, or lack thereof?” she asked in exasperation.

“That was based on my request,” he said with an unapologetic shrug. “I like the thought of you being completely naked beneath your clothes.”

She raised a brow and dropped her gaze to the crotch of his pants and the unmistakable outline of his cock. “Well, at least you’re going commando, too.”

He chuckled. “Absolutely.” He put on a pair of men’s flip-flops, and she slipped into some sandals. “Now let’s go and see what the island has to offer.”

They headed out of the cottage, and Dean grabbed her hand and guided her down a dirt path filled with lush foliage and tropical flowers. Exotic birds flew overhead, and Jillian was enchanted by all the gorgeous butterflies and hummingbirds fluttering about. The landscape was stunning, providing a visual treat everywhere they looked, and definitely earned the island the name of Eden.

After a while, she heard the sound of rushing water, and the trail they were following finally ended at a lagoon with water so clear and blue it almost looked unreal. At the far end was a huge rock formation with a cascading waterfall. The day was warm and humid, and she had to admit that the spray from the down rush of water on her skin felt good and inviting.

A quick glance around told her that the area was secluded and private. A clearing to the left had been set up with a blanket spread out on the ground in a spot dappled by sunlight, and a picnic basket awaited them for lunch. Behind that scene was a canvas hammock tied between two trees.