Page 39 of Capri

His eyes roll to the back of his head as he soaks in my scent. “I’m thinking I should take my time. Make sure that throbbing ache is satisfied. What do you think, sweetheart?”

His tongue licks me in one long pull, spearing me down the center of my core. “Fuckkk,” I cry out. “Taste me. Please.”

He chuckles against me. “It would be my pleasure.”

I’m positive I’ve never felt ecstasy quite like this. My hands grip the cotton sheets, fighting to cage myself from bucking off the bed. “Oh god,” I moan as Jones plunges his tongue inside me, pulling in and out, imitating his cock.

Fuck, he’s talented.

“So sweet,” he growls. “Making a mess on my face. You’re doing so well.”

He sweeps his tongue around my lips, circling the swollen bud begging for attention, before biting down and shoving his thick fingers inside of me.

“Holy shit. Yessss. Jones.” My cries can’t be tamed. At this point, I could be causing a commotion across the whole boat, but I can’t seem to care. Not when the sexiest man I’ve ever seen is eating me like there’s nothing on this earth he’d rather be doing.

He’s savoring me with steady strokes.

“Come for me, Capri. Give it all you’ve got.” His tongue picks up speed on my clit while he withdraws his fingers, the softness of his fingertips teasing my entrance, depriving me of the penetration I’m seeking. It only heightens my chase.

“I’m coming. Oh, god. Jones. Feels so…good.”

My body vibrates and my toes curl, sending me over the edge in pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Take it, sweetheart. Feel it. You look so beautiful,” Jones praises me.

My cry is untamed, unrehearsed and so fucking raw it rips me wide open.

I finally catch my breath, lifting to steal a glance at Jones cleaning me up until there’s not a trace of my wetness left.

“That was…” I’ve lost my ability to talk.

“Perfection. You are perfect.”

I don’t get to respond before a hard knock resounds on the door. “Capri, you in there?”Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Shit, my sister,” I say, turning to Jones in panic.

The sly bastard wears a smirk and my arousal across his lips like nothing fazes him. Meanwhile, I’m catapulting off the bed, hurrying to right my clothes and do everything I can to make sure I don’t look well and thoroughly eaten.

One look in the mirror tells me there’s no hiding it.

“Be right there,” I call out to Collie, ignoring Jones and his promiscuous stares. He looks like he’s been deprived for years.

I’m the one who’s exhausted, and he did all the work.

The man is a machine. A well-oiled and very, very skilled machine.

“Did your kitty come out to play, Capri?” Collie purrs from the other side of the door.

“Jesus Christ,” I scoff, and Jones chuckles, enjoying this too much.

“Get it girl,” Collie chants and I ignore her, hoping she fucks off.

I’m brushing my hair in the bathroom mirror when Jones approaches me, a full tent in his pants. “Uhhh, sorry about that. If she wasn’t at the door, I’d totally help you with it,” I say, directing my attention downward.

There’s that chuckle I’ve chased countless times today. “Would you now? I can tell her to leave,” Jones teases, kissing down my arm.

My eyes follow the reflection of us in the mirror. In another life, this kind of comfort and chemistry with someone would be something I refused to let go. The man who has quite literally worshipped my body since I boarded this morning without asking for anything in return would be the one man I can’t have.

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