Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(66)
“A bloody cold beach in the winter,” I point out, moving my lips to her jaw. “I want to go somewhere tropical with you.”
“Mmmm. Tropical,” she moans as my hand comes up to cup her breast.
Releasing her, I grab her hand and start out of my office. “So let’s get packing.”
She follows me down the stairs and into the bedroom. I go in the closet, pull out a suitcase, and toss it on the bed. Heading to my dresser, I open the top drawer, pulling stuff out and throwing it in the suitcase. “We’ll get me packed up, then go to your house and get whatever else you need.”
Savannah’s hands on my lower back cause me to falter, and the kiss she presses into the middle of my back stops me. Turning to her, I look down at her beautiful face as she stares up at me with warm eyes. “Before we go, I think you need to be congratulated for a job well done.”
“I do?” I ask, my lips curving into an anticipatory leer.
Her tiny hands work at the button of my jeans, and then slowly unzip the fly. My breath catches as she pushes her hands inside right at my hipbones and pushes the denim down. She pulls the front of my briefs down, and her hand gently takes my cock. It immediately starts to swell as she moves her soft hand up and down.
“Yes, you need something special,” she murmurs as she drops to her knees before me.
“Something special?” I breathe out in a long rush.
“A congratulatory prize,” she whispers as her tongue flicks out over the head of my dick.
“A prize,” I repeat in a daze.
“Are your brains addled, love?” she teases me, and then takes me fully into her mouth.
Yes, my f*cking brains are completely addled when it comes to Savannah. I stroke the top of her head while it bobs up and down on my cock. I watch her with hot eyes and a warm heart, balls tightening and my chest thumping like a drum.
God, I’m falling in deep…
“You wanted to go somewhere tropical, here we are, and yet, we haven’t left the room yet,” Savannah complains as her head rests on my thigh and my hand strokes her backside. We just got done having a math lesson… one that involves adding two people, two mouths, and equaling the sweet number of sixty-nine.
“This room is awesome,” I tell her with a light slap on her ass. “Why would we ever want to leave?”
Savannah lifts her head and looks around the room. She looks back at me, her lips swollen from the unbelievable blow job she just gave me and her neck flushed from the stupendous orgasm I just gave her.
“It’s a pretty awesome room,” she agrees.
Best I’ve ever been in as a matter of fact.
After we’d ran around like two kids in a candy store packing our bags four days ago, we actually stopped and looked at each other stupidly, having realized we had no clue where we wanted to go. So we jumped on my laptop and did some searching. Two hours later, we decided on Jade Mountain in St. Lucia.
The resort was small and catered heavily to its clientele. Each room came with its own personal butler, who was available via a cellular phone 24-7. But that wasn’t the best part. No, the room was the best part of this entire trip.
It was huge and square with no internal walls. A large, king-sized canopy bed with mosquito netting draped over it took up one wall. Along another wall was a bathroom that sat up on a raised dais. The toilet was sheltered by a small, three-foot tile blocked wall to afford some privacy, but the shower stood out in the open. The middle of the room bore a couch, two chairs, and a coffee table, and just to the right of that was a small, indoor pool. But the coolest feature, by far, was the fact that the room only had three walls. The fourth wall was gone… non-existent, and the room completely opened up to the outside with a fabulous view of the Piton mountains and the clear waters of the Caribbean. The indoor pool actually started inside of the room, at the base of the raised bathroom, and ran lengthwise outside to the large outdoor deck stacked with teak furniture, potted tropical plants, and hummingbirds that zoomed around the blooming flowers. Each room was constructed to have utter privacy. Even standing on our deck and leaning over it, the way the resort sloped down the face of one of the mountains, you couldn’t see another room above, below, or to the left and right of us.
Didn’t mean you couldn’t hear the other people all around us. We found that out our first night when I made love to Savannah on one of the deck chairs. After she cried out loudly as she came, we heard someone above us snickering. She tucked her red face into my shoulder and hissed at me to take her back in the room.
Instead, I dumped her in the warm pool and jumped in behind her. We played, splashed, then kissed some more, and my dick just never seems to quit with Savannah because before you knew it, I was hard again.
Then I was inside of her again.
Then she was screaming again.
Then snickering could be heard from above us again.
By the second day, we didn’t give a shit who heard us and had completely eschewed all clothing except when the butler came to our room to deliver food.
“I suppose we could get out… go do something,” I muse as my hand slides up her leg.
“Hmmm,” she moans, as I get closer to her sweet spot. “Like what?”
“We could go lie on the beach, go snorkeling, mountain biking, sailing… you name it, Sweet. We can do it. As long as it involves you wearing that white bikini you brought.”