Learning to Let Go (11 page)

“Oh, my.”

He wasn’t kidding about being hard. I didn’t think I’d ever seen his cock throbbing with such intensity and already dripping with pre-cum. I wanted so badly to lick his tip and see what he would do. I ignored undressing the rest of me and started to kneel down to taste him.

His hands caught my shoulders and pulled me back up. “I can’t have you doing that, Laurel. I’ll be done before we ever get started.”

I began to object when his lips silenced mine with an all-consuming kiss. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before pushing his tongue into mine. I could feel his hands start to drift down my sides until his fingers found my bikini bottom and untied the sides as he started walking us backwards toward the bed.

Our lips never parted as he helped lay me across the bed. One of his legs stayed between mine as his hands reacquainted themselves with my breasts. He trailed kisses down the side of my neck until he hit my pulse point, where he gently bit into me, causing my back to arch up and me to scream out his name.

“Garrett!”

He continued sucking on that spot, that perfect spot, branding my skin as his, while his hands kept squeezing and tweaking my nipples to hardened points.

“Please!” I moaned.

“Please what, baby?” he teased, stopping only long enough to look me in the eyes.

“I need you.”

“Where do you need me?” A smile spread across his face. The ass was going to make me work for what I wanted.

“Inside me, now,” I begged.

“You’ll have me, soon enough. I want to make sure you’re all loosened up first.” Garrett continued kissing a line from my shoulders down to my breasts, before sucking one in.

“Ahh,” I moaned as his teeth bit softly into my nipple and he lavished it with his talented tongue. He caressed the breast with his hand as his lips descended on the other side, showing that nipple equal attention. I felt the stirring of an orgasm start to build in my center.
Is it possible to come just from this? My God, it feels good.

When my breasts had taken all that they could, he managed to move down my ribs and across my stomach. I was thankful that the bruising had finished fading a few days earlier. I didn’t want him to have any reminders of what Chase did to me.

I could feel Garrett’s member pressing hard against my thigh, twitching every so often, as he continued his path down to my clean shaven mound. He stopped to examine my folds carefully and gently with his hands. I watched as he shook his head and pressed his lips into a hard line.

“Just wait until I get a hold of that bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s going to pay for this.”

I jerked at his words, knowing that it was still a bit red and swollen, but he contained his emotions and his mouth descended. He blew air softly across my privates, which sent my temperature soaring and me squirming for more.

“I need you still, Laurel.” He clamped down on my hips to hold me steady as his tongue began to trace the outer folds and he worked his way inward to the center of my clit.

Yes, that’s the spot!
My hips began to move of their own volition. It felt so good.

Garrett threw my legs over his shoulders, burying his face in me, his tongue working its magic to make me spiral higher toward release. He normally would rub his thumb over my nub as he ate me out, but I knew he wouldn’t touch that area with anything other than his tongue for now because he was too afraid of hurting me. Instead, I felt him push one finger into me, gliding it back and forth across my entry to see how I responded.

I wanted to feel more of him, needed to feel the friction I craved and began rocking into his finger. He soon added another and began stretching me.

“Babe, you’re as tight as the first night we were together. You’re going to feel fucking amazing against my cock. I’m going to make you to come quickly, because I need to be inside you, now!” His tongue began to pick up pace as his fingers curled against my walls, hitting that oh-so-perfect spot.

I arched my back and screamed as my release hit me without warning.

“That’s right, Laurel. Clench down on my fingers as you come.”

I could feel my walls spasm against his fingers, locking him in place. When I came down from my enamored state, he moved himself over me, licking his fingers.

“You still taste fucking fabulous. Your scent intoxicates me, owns me. I need to have you.”

My legs parted of their own accord and he positioned himself over my center. His lips brushed softly against mine as his tip entered me slowly. I winced a little.

He stilled. “Am I hurting you?”

“It’s a little sore, but don’t stop, please,” I begged.

He pushed in a couple more inches and I winced again.

“I won’t hurt you, babe. We can do this another time.” His face was filled with fear and concern.

I grabbed hold of each shoulder, trying to force him closer to me. “No. I want this. I need this.” I needed him to give me something new to focus on, as he had before. I wouldn’t be able to let go unless I could give myself to Garrett.

He pulled out and disappointment was etched across my face. “I’m not saying no, Laurel. But, this way doesn’t seem to be working with you; you’re still too sensitive. How about kneeling on your hands and knees?” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave me a leer so exaggerated I had to stifle a giggle. “Let’s try a new point of entry.”

My heart rate spiked as I panicked, knowing that if I couldn’t see him, I would let my mind run away with itself. “But I need to see that it’s you!” I pleaded, trying not to get to the point of tears.

“We can watch each other in the mirrors. You’ll still be able to see that it’s me taking you. You’ll know it by the way I feel inside you. It will be my name you scream in ecstasy.” His tongue started licking a path from my pulse point to my ear, where he sucked on my earlobe. “Turn over, babe. I need to feel you around me.”

I turned as he asked and watched us in the mirror as he positioned himself inside my legs, spreading them. His lips trailed hot, sizzling kisses down my lower back and across my butt. His fingers played with my entrance as he lined himself up. The image bouncing back at me was so erotic, it made my juices flow even more.

His tip entered and I sighed; there was no pain in this position. He pressed forward, sinking into me inch by inch until he was fully seated. I thought he would begin to move, but he stilled so my body could adjust. I could feel his cock twitch and lengthen even further inside me. It felt like heaven and I didn’t want it to end. I started to rock against him as he slowly moved back and then pressed forward. The pace was slow, sensual, and intoxicating. Garrett wasn’t fucking, but making love to me. Exactly as I needed.

One of his hands pressed against my back to control the angle, while the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto him.
Why did I refuse to talk to him for so long? I missed this contact, this oneness within two bodies.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Laurel. You feel so good around me.” His hands moved up to cradle each breast and play with my nipples, twisting them to the point where I felt my center clench. He growled in response, enveloping the back of my body with his and starting to suck on my neck. He slowed his pace as he pulled me into an upright position, flush with the hard sinews of his chest. I was practically sitting on his lap, but the angle was so deep, hitting every right spot that it made me groan in pleasure.

“You like that, baby?” he crooned. “I think you do.”

My mind and body were filled with nothing but sensation. “Yes!” I screamed out. “Yes!”

“Do you know how much I crave you? Need you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking softly. “Look over at the mirror and see how well we fit together. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life as much as I want you.”

The vision of us combined as one sent a shiver of ecstasy through me. His pace picked up as I felt him stretch even more inside me. I could feel myself climbing higher as my orgasm began in my toes and quickly spread through my entire body until I was screaming out, “Oh my God, Garrett, yes!”

He thrust into me a couple more times before calling out, “Fuck Laurel…damn! I l…” He released into me, but his body tensed and his words trailed off.

What was he going to say, that he liked me or that he loved me? Could Grace possibly be right?

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his lips made a trail across my shoulders, up my neck and to the side of my mouth. “Please don’t ever walk out on me again without hearing me out first. This last month, especially the last two weeks, have been nothing but torture.”

“I’ll strive to do that, Garrett,” I whispered, “but only if you promise you’ll open up to me and not hide anymore secrets. I need to know that I can trust you. I learned to trust you once; please don’t make me regret giving you another chance.”

Our bodies were still connected as he nibbled my earlobe. “I can’t promise perfection, Laurel. I’ve kept people at arm’s length most of my life. But, for you…I’ll give it a try. You’re making me readjust my views on life and how I want to spend it.” He held me completely flush with his body and drove his semi-hard member into me one more time. “You’re still mine!”

I didn’t know how to respond to his words. To be truthful, they both comforted and scared the hell out of me. My heart had already fallen for Garrett. I loved him, but what we could be to each other was the real question. Only time would tell where we headed from here; for now I could at least answer, “Yours.”

We lowered ourselves onto the pillows and crawled under the sheets, exhausted from our activities. Five minutes later, we heard the motors from two boats pull up beside us.

Garrett leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “I hate to do this, babe, but I need to go meet with Thompson for a moment.”

I watched as he pulled on his jeans commando-style and then his t-shirt.
Was that a tattoo on his back? When did he get a tattoo and what was it?
He gave me another quick kiss on the cheek and swatted playfully at my ass.

“Don’t put your clothes on; I’m not done with you yet.” His mouth was turned up in a half-smile and he winked at me before turning around.

A shiver of pleasure swept through me, wondering what he had up his sleeve. For the first time in a while, I felt whole again. Our relationship, if you could call it that, was screwed up and flawed by the nightmares of our past. We had the potential to be tragic for one another, but were also each other’s remedy, only complete in one another’s arms.

Thompson boarded the vessel first, a concerned yet apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry to impose, Sir, but I’ve been trying to get you on your radio for about ten minutes without a response. So I came back to check that everything’s all right.”

“Sorry. I think I must have left it out here.” I glanced over to the sofa where we had been sitting and found the radio on top of the cushions.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “What are our orders, Sir?”

“Everyone can come back on board, have some lunch, and enjoy the sea air. I’d like to stay out here for a while, but for now, we’re not to be disturbed unless there’s an emergency.” I twitched my eyebrows and gave him a wink to let him know we were okay.

Thompson’s face flushed a little before nodding and then heading off to explain my plans to everyone else.

It was quickly approaching lunch time, so I decided to prepare an array of foods on a tray and take it back into the bedroom, where we could enjoy our meal in bed and continue with our activities. Just thinking about her already had me hard and dripping again. I had to admit, the woman owned my body and soul and I’d do anything to keep it that way.

Laurel was turned on her side and snoring softly, so I closed the bedroom door behind me and I placed the food on the dresser, quickly removing my clothes and sliding in next to her. I wrapped my arms gently around her so we could spoon. Her smell and the softness of her skin made me want to take her right then and there.