What Emma Craves (9 page)

The pressure of him being so deep inside her at this angle was amazing. “Yes, like that,” she replied. “More.”

“I’m going to make you come again,” he told her. “But when I do, it’s going to be because my cock teases it out of you.” He began to draw in and out of her in long pulls, fucking her as they knelt together, his hands prodding her ass to the point of pain.

It was incredible, and he was right, she was going to come again hard.

With each thrust, she got a little closer.

She tipped her head back and let herself go. Pete kept pounding, but when his lips took more than her nipple in his mouth, she broke, her body spasming around his cock. “
Ahh
!”

“Emma!” Pete shouted as he came. His cock pulsed inside of her as he rocked into her, bracing her tightly against his chest with his arms.

“Oh,
my
,” Emma panted, her eyes closed. She wanted to clutch his shoulders, but she was going to have to settle for kissing his neck. “That was fantastic,” she sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder as he held her, still coming down from his own release. “You know how to fuck, that’s for sure.”

“It’s only this good when I’m fucking you.”

8

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“A
re you sure you have everything?” Pete asked Emma for the fourth time. “You only have one bag.” It was four in the morning, and they were on their way to the airport.

“I only have one bag because we’re going to a clothing-
optional
resort,” Emma joked. “Don’t worry. It’s a big bag, and I have everything I need. Come on, the taxi’s waiting.”

Pete picked up both their bags and headed outside. It was still dark, the sun not ready to rise for a good hour or more. They got into the cab after the luggage was loaded. They were about thirty minutes from the airport. Pete rested his hand on Emma’s thigh. He was ready for a vacation and looking forward to this break.

After that explosive night in the basement, he and Emma had had a good few days together. Things seemed more relaxed between them, and Pete was happy. “Are you excited?” he asked her. “I’m looking forward to seeing what this place is all about.”

“Absolutely,” Emma replied. “I can’t wait to walk on the white sand and soak up some sunshine.”

Pete leaned over. “I can’t wait to see your ass in the sun. That is going to be a beautiful thing.”

Emma snorted. “It won’t be in the sun long. Have you seen my complexion? I’ve brought plenty of sunscreen, but I’m not going to make it a point to sit out. That would be a bad sunburn waiting to happen.”

His wife had beautiful skin. Paired with her red hair, she was one of those breathtaking women who looked like she was made of porcelain. Pete had been smitten from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. “That ass in the shade will be just as amazing, and we have our own dip pool on a deck facing the ocean.”

“It’s so weird we’re heading to a place we’ve never really seen before. It does make it exciting, however, like a grand adventure. I love that.”

“The Butlers have raved about this place for years. When I called Jim to get the info, he reassured me that we would be absolutely blown away.”

“I hope he’s right. For the amount of money we’re spending, I’m expecting nothing less than a perfect paradise.”

“I think that’s why they call it Paradise.”

The cab ride went smoothly, and so did the check-in for their flight. They were there the full two hours early. Once they arrived at the gate, Emma took out a book to read and Pete tried to get some sleep.

Pete woke up some time later to the sound of Emma’s laughter, a sound he loved. “So are you guys going to the Bahamas, too?” she asked.

“Yep,” a man’s voice answered in a low baritone. “We love it there.”

Pete opened his eyes and glanced over to see a young couple sitting on the other side of his wife. The guy was good-looking and had dark hair and light brown skin. The girl was fit and attractive, with long wavy brown hair and a nice smile.

Emma asked, “Where are you staying?”

Pete watched the girl bite her lip as the guy answered, “Oh, it’s just this tiny resort on a small outer island.” Then he bent over and took a business magazine out of his bag and flipped open the pages.

Emma nodded. As always, his wife was her pleasant self. “We’re going to a small island, too. We’ve been told it’s an absolute paradise. We’re taking a small plane the resort arranged. It’s all kind of crazy, but we’re looking forward to it!”

The guy glanced up from his magazine. He wore an expensive watch and nice shoes. “We might be heading to the same place. You never know.” He grinned, flashing straight white teeth and a killer smile. “By the way, my name is Antonio, and this is Charlotte.” He reached his hand out to Emma.

“I’m Emma,” she said politely, shaking his hand. She turned to Pete. “This is my husband, Pete.”

Pete gave them a small salute and rearranged himself in his uncomfortable seat. “Nice to meet you both,” he said, leaning forward around his wife to shake Antonio’s proffered hand. “I hope we’re getting on this plane soon. It feels like we’ve been here for a long time.”

Emma nodded. “They announced it a few minutes ago. We’re boarding soon.”

Charlotte stood up first, and Antonio followed, each of them grabbing their respective bags. “We’re going to head to the bathroom before we board.” Antonio waved as he walked away. “It was nice meeting you both. Hope to see you again.” He winked. “Maybe on the island.”

“I hope we see you guys, too!” Emma called to him, affection in her tone. The guy must’ve made an impression on her in a short amount of time. After they left, she turned to Pete and said, “Wouldn’t that be funny if we were really going to the same place together?”

Normally, Pete would’ve agreed.

But he’d seen the way Antonio had looked at his wife. He’d been enamored of her. Pete knew those kinds of looks, and that wink had been suggestive.

For the first time in a very long time, Pete felt a little spark of jealousy flare in his chest. Emma had seemed so happy to talk to them. Her tone had been free and unguarded, making him realize she hadn’t sounded like that with him for a while.

“I actually wouldn’t be that surprised if we see them there,” Pete commented. “They were both confident and had that vibe.” Over the years, he and Emma had gotten very good at spotting couples who were in the lifestyle. That’s how they’d found Michael and Piper. They had seen the Collinses interacting at a party and picked up on their body language.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Emma commented. “We’re not wrong about a lot of people. My bet is we’re going to the same place.”

The attendant called for their boarding group.

Emma and Pete took their spots in line and boarded the plane. They weren’t in first class. Neither traveled very much, and shelling out a ton of money for sitting up front seemed wasteful. But as Pete tried to fit his long legs into the space in front of the seat without spilling into the aisle, he was second-guessing his choice. “Maybe we should’ve paid for first class. I don’t fit in regular seats anymore. They pack them in so tightly now, they’re not made for anyone over six feet tall.”

“Maybe we can try to upgrade on the way home,” Emma suggested.

“Hey, there’s Antonio and Charlotte,” Pete said as he readjusted his legs for the fourth time. “They’re in first class. I wouldn’t have pegged them for that. They look too young to have a lot of extra cash. But if they’re going to the same paradise we are, they must have it.”

Emma craned her head from the middle seat to glance up the aisle. Their seats weren’t too far back from first class. Antonio caught their gazes and gave them a little wave.

Pete watched his wife’s face light up.

“They seem super nice,” Emma said, sitting back in her seat and pulling a fashion magazine out of her bag. “He’s totally cute, too.”

Pete couldn’t reply, because at that moment the person assigned to the window seat next to Emma walked up.

“So sorry, but I have to get in there.” The older woman was maybe in her sixties. Pete got up and helped her stow her bag overhead.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly as she made her way to her seat.

Emma and she immediately began to exchange niceties. Pete closed his eyes. It was six thirty in the morning. He wanted to sleep as much as he could before they got there, because once they landed, the fun would begin.

* * *

The scenery was stunningly beautiful, the blue of the Caribbean being the clearest Emma had ever seen. She was in awe. The second flight flew directly over the aqua-blue waters, and the sight was absolutely breathtaking.

They’d landed from the States and made the connection to the small plane with no complications. But Antonio and Charlotte hadn’t joined them.

Emma tried not to be too disappointed. They would’ve been an interesting couple to hang out with, but it wasn’t meant to be.

The second plane landed on the small island after a very short flight. A car was waiting for them. They’d been the only ones on the six-seater airplane. The driver welcomed them, but wasn’t overly talkative.

In the backseat, Pete leaned toward Emma. “I can’t believe how small this island really is. It looked tiny from the air, and I only saw one resort. I hope we like this place, because it doesn’t look like there’s anywhere else to go.”

“I’m sure we’ll love it. No worries.” She patted his leg. “We can always hang out by the pool and do some relaxing. That never gets old. The color of the ocean is so clear. I can’t believe my eyes. I feel like pinching myself. We’ve been a lot of places, but this one might take the cake.”

“I agree. The vegetation isn’t lush, but the blue of the ocean more than makes up for it.”

A short time later, the driver pulled into the start of a long driveway. As soon as he passed through the gates, the scenery changed dramatically.

“We might have to amend that observation,” Emma said, sitting up in her seat. “Look at all the beautiful flowers and trees.” As the driveway wound up toward a small whitewashed building, the foliage they passed continued to be thick and lush.

There wasn’t another soul around that Emma could see.

The driver pulled to a stop in front of a small wood building with quaint shutters. It was very unassuming.

“There’s no parking lot,” Pete commented as he turned to look out the window. “I don’t see any other cars.”

The driver nodded, hearing Pete’s comment as he opened Emma’s door for her. “There’s a utility road that leads to the parking lot,” he told them. “A car is not necessary on the island, nor can you rent one. We provide golf carts complimentary with your stay, but most things are within walking or biking distance. All the villas are right on the water, and the restaurants are very close by.”

Emma and Pete got out of the car and walked into the building. It had high, lofted ceilings and a huge fan slowly oscillating in the middle.

“Welcome.” A woman who had been sitting at a desk stood. “We’re happy to have you.” She held out her hand. “You must be the Slaters. I’m Mona. I run things here. Come, have a seat.” She gestured at two open chairs on the other side of the desk.

Emma and Pete shook her hand and took a seat. The room wasn’t much bigger than their living room at home, and other than the desk, there were a few potted plants and not much else.

Mona sat back down. “Your luggage is being taken to your villa as we speak. Once we finish the check-in process, I’ll have one of our staff show you to your room. It’s always tiring after a long day of travel, and I promise to be brief.”

“We are a little tired, thank you,” Emma said. “Your resort looks beautiful.”

The woman’s laugh sounded like tinkling chimes. “Why, thank you. This island is very special to me. It has belonged in my family for over a hundred years. This is just the intake area, and we keep it very small on purpose. You’ll find that the rest of the resort is much more generous in its style and accommodations. This keeps prying eyes out, so to speak.” She winked.

“Is your resort always full?” Pete asked.

“Not always,” she said as she shuffled some paperwork. “As you know, we were able to get you in on short notice. You came highly recommended, which helps. The time of year also makes a difference. But we cater to a very small group of individuals, so it’s never been an issue.” She separated some papers out of the group she was holding. “Here are some information sheets for you to go over once you get to your villa.” She handed them to Emma. “Each suite has its own private dipping pool, two showers, one outdoors and one inside, and as Henry was telling you, you have access to a golf cart anytime you wish. Simply call the front desk, and one will be delivered here to this location. There are some beaches on the other side of the island that are worth seeing, and they are very private. You can also bike anywhere you wish. We have a full fleet of bikes and a small paved path that leads around most of the island. The island itself is only five miles long and two miles wide.” She handed Pete a key card and a few more papers.

“Thank you,” Pete said. “We’ll go over everything once we get to the room.”

“We only have a few rules here,” she said conversationally as she folded her hands on the desk. “But we make sure they are upheld utterly and completely. The entire island is clothing optional, except the restaurants. We have one formal dining room, one casual restaurant with a bar, and one beach bar, which serves breakfast and lunch only. Clothing is mandatory at every meal. The beach bar is located by the communal swimming pool, and that’s where you’ll find most of the clientele who wish to socialize. The pool area is always clothing optional, and the beach bar is after five p.m. when we stop serving lunch. The bar is the main spot for mingling, especially in the evening hours after the sun sets. You need not make any reservations at any of our restaurants. There are twenty tables, as we have twenty rooms. Nonpaying guests are never allowed on the grounds at any time. If you don’t feel like dressing up, you can easily order room service. Our menu is extensive, and anything can be made, at any time of the day or night, and delivered to your door free of charge. We are
semi
-all-inclusive. You are allotted three meals a day. The formal restaurant is only open for dinner. Anything above and beyond that is set at a reasonable price. All water, soda, and juice are free at all times. Alcohol is extra, but we charge wholesale prices.”