The Devil and the Deep - By Amy Andrews Page 0,55

his thumb fanned and stoked.

God, she was going to come. Very, very soon.

‘Wait,’ she said, removing a hand from his backside to grab his wrist and still his devastatingly rhythmic movements.

Rick lifted his head and frowned. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, breathing hard.

If she’d changed her mind, got cold feet, he was toast. He might as well just jump into the ocean now and save himself the slow decline into insanity.

Stella licked her lips. ‘It’s been a long time,’ she panted. ‘I swear if you keep doing that it’s going to be over very, very quickly.’

It took a moment for her meaning to sink into his lust-

addled brain, then everything stopped as he smiled. ‘Really? You mean this?’ He rotated his fingers deep inside her and grinned at the whimper that rent the air.

‘Rick,’ she pleaded, squeezing his wrist hard.

‘What, Stel?’ he murmured. ‘You don’t like this?’ He repeated the manoeuvre, applying pressure to the hard little nub beneath his thumb.

Stella gasped as she shut her eyes. ‘Rick, please.’

‘What about this?’ he asked as he groped awkwardly one-handed for the discarded mango cheek.

Stella opened her eyes as she felt his heat move from her side. His eyes glittered down at her as he half knelt beside her, one hand stroking her intimately, the other paused above the juncture of her thighs.

‘You like this, Stella?’ he asked as he squeezed the almost spent cheek, wringing the last drops of juice from its now pulpy flesh.

Stella felt the warm sticky ooze mingle with her own slickness as a waft of soft ripe fruit and sex enveloped her. And when he bent over her, his tongue joining the delicious friction, it was too, too much. A sweet wild aroma filled her senses as he stroked and stoked and the pressure accelerated to warp speed.

Rick groaned against her as the salt and the sweet of her slid over his tongue. Her heady aroma surrounded him as he taunted the hard nub, flicking and sucking in equal measure. She bucked and writhed beneath him, begging him to stop, begging him not to stop, as she lifted her hips in silent supplication.

He pinned her down with his hand and his mouth, lapping at her sweetness, refusing to yield. Even when she shattered around him seconds later he gave more, wringing every last tantalising morsel from her as he had done with the mango.

Stella jackknifed up, crying out, ‘Stop, stop, stop,’ fearing that she might actually die from the intensity of the pleasure.

Rick was breathing hard as he withdrew, rocking back on his haunches, watching as Stella collapsed back against the deck, delightfully naked aside from two pushed-aside bra cups.

He quirked an eyebrow. ‘You look like you needed that.’

Stella grunted, which was all she was capable of as strong post-coital aftershocks undulated deep inside her. The stars burst around her like fireworks. ‘You have no idea,’ she panted.

Diana would be proud.

He ran his eyes over her naked abandon one more time. She lay all loose limbed, her nipples still erect, her legs spread, and his erection twitched painfully in his boardies. ‘I think I do.’

Stella saw a flash of carnal hunger glitter in his eyes, aware suddenly that she’d short-changed him. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, her breath still laboured. ‘I don’t know what the equivalent of premature ejaculation is in females but I think I just had an acute attack.’

Rick chuckled. ‘It was my pleasure.’ He held out his hand to her and pulled her towards him as she took it, kissing her nose. ‘Fancy a shower?’

Stella was pleased for the cover of night as an image of a naked Rick, water and moonlight caressing his magnificent body, sprang instantly to mind. Never, all those nights ago when she’d spied on him, had she thought she’d ever be joining him under the deck shower.

He didn’t give her a chance to indulge the embarrassing memory or to say no, pulling her to her feet, dragging her towards the bow. He let go of her to flick on the taps and rip at the Velcro on his boardies. In a trice they were gone and he was standing before her, proud and erect, the jut of his sex a tantalising silhouette. An illicit reminder of her peep show with the full embellishment of her fantasy life included for good measure.

Rick felt a tug deep inside as she stared at his erection. Somewhere behind him the water sprayed unattended, his heart pounding just as erratically. The moisture in his mouth dried