Sully's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,4
definitely do.” Her hungry gaze found the growing bulge between my legs.
Like Eleanor, I was mostly undressed. That was the beauty of living in the tropics. Just black board-shorts required. Convenient when I wanted her. So fucking easy to shed a single layer and pounce, instead of navigating through jackets and jeans and underwear of more civilised city folk. “I think I’ll skip the walk.” Removing my glasses, I let them fall to the empty deck lounger behind me. “Come here.”
“Nope.” She held out her hand. “Let’s walk to my old villa and swim in the sea.”
“We have a perfectly good waterfall here. Let’s swim in that.” I stepped toward her. “Let’s fuck in that.”
Her grey eyes sparkled with lusty smoke. “I feel like saltwater instead of fresh.” Licking her lips, she added, “You could fuck me on the beach.”
My stomach clenched as my cock hardened further. “It seems you’re still a master at putting curses on me.” I fisted my thickening erection. “This is your doing, and I can’t walk while I’m so hard. Put me out of my misery and—”
“Patience makes everything sweeter.” Grabbing my wrist, she tugged my hand away from my cock and yanked me through our villa. The driftwood furniture and seagrass mat kept the interior simple and uncluttered, meaning we didn’t have to dodge heavy coffee tables or cupboards to reach the front door and slip into the heat-oppressive night.
A swim did sound good.
A swim beneath the cloudless star-scattered sky sounded almost as enticing as ripping off her bikini and pushing her against a tree.
But...Eleanor was right.
Anticipation was the best kind of foreplay.
Fine, I could be patient.
I think.
Tucking her into my side, I looked down her cleavage and the pinpricks of hard nipples beneath black Lycra. “I can see you’re aroused, but how much?” Licking the shell of her ear, I asked, “How wet are you, Jinx?”
She shivered in my hold, but she didn’t blush. We’d shared too many deliciously deviant things together to be embarrassed. “I’m getting wetter with every step. I will admit, I didn’t think this through. A twenty-minute walk might just kill me.” She blinked in the darkness. “Feel free to select any palm tree to have your wicked way with me.”
I grinned. “Oh, you’re not getting off that easy. You’re the one who wanted to torture us. I’ll oblige.”
She moaned under her breath. “Tease.”
“Witch.” Chuckling, we fell into a familiar pace, leaving behind our home by Nirvana and stepping through the dark jungle where most nocturnal animals came awake and feasted on berries and moths. Most birds should be roosting by now but not our two parrots. The emerald flashes of their wings hinted they followed us, zipping through shadowy bushes and shooting toward the stars just because they could.
“You have a good day?” Eleanor asked.
My heart fisted. Who would’ve thought I’d be as enthralled to share my day with her as I was about having sex? Our domestication was as precious to me as entering Euphoria and having a night of freaky inhibition as cavewoman and Neanderthal.
That was one of our favourite fantasies, and we’d replayed it multiple times over the years.
I kissed her temple, unable to stop myself from squeezing her hip. “Yeah, good. Promising advances in a few areas. Peter Beck is keen to move to human trials.”
“That’s great.” She smiled. “I’m glad. Oh, did you hear the news about Rapture? We’ve been awarded the best Couple Retreat and Relationship Repair Award from Romance Tourism.”
I nodded. “I did. You should be proud.”
“Not me.” She shook her head, sending her long hair tickling my forearm wrapped around her waist. “You. Without your VR and cinta, we’d be just another place for doomed marriages to drag out their death in a therapist’s office.”
“You’re the one who started that side of our business, Eleanor. Don’t sell yourself short. The success of Rapture is all thanks to you.”
“Maybe, but only because I was too selfish to have guests stay here.” She waved her arm at our perfect solitude. At Pika and Skittles having an aerial battle above and the soft hoots of owls in the gloom. Sandstone-carved lanterns guided us with patches of stencilled light on the sand, and the only hint that we lived in a world where other humans existed was the faint laughter of a staff member enjoying his evening in the distance.
“I couldn’t share this. Even though the goddess villas are empty and could’ve easily been rented out.”
“I’m glad you suggested offsite. I’m glad Rapture is