Page 20 of One Weekend On Mackinac Island

He kissed me again, but soon his lips were scorching a trail down my neck to my shoulder, where he pulled the small strap of my dress aside. The swells of my breasts slipped out of the material, and his mouth took advantage. My skin relished his touch, but he wasn’t going where I needed him to.

“Owen,” I begged. He stood and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I got to my knees and grasped the zipper at my side. Pulling it down, I shrugged and let the straps fall from my shoulders. The dress fluttered and dropped to bunch at my waist, exposing my bare breasts.

His eyes flared with a heat that made me feel sexy as he tore his shirt from his body. And what a body it was. I’d seen him shirtless countless times, but never in a setting like this. I wanted my mouth and hands all over him.

With a gentle push, he eased me down and proceeded to remove the dress completely by sliding it down my legs. It floated to the floor, ignored as he once again hovered over me. A soft, hushed silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing, filled the room. The delicate aroma of lilacs delicately infused the air, mingling with the heavy, musky scent of desire, creatinga unique and provocative olfactory experience. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as his hands traced the contours of my skin, sending shivers of anticipation through me, and a sense of heightened awareness.

“Most beautiful woman in the world, my Kit,” he murmured before kissing me again. His tongue sought entrance, then dueled with mine. I couldn’t get enough. I was desperate for more. Desperate for more of his taste. Desperate for more of his touch.

My breasts brushed against his hard chest, and the friction on my nipples set me on fire. The moment his mouth closed around one tight bud, my panties were toast, a flood of wetness filling them.

Then his fingers were there, pulling aside the material and sliding easily through my folds. “This for me, Kit baby?”

I couldn’t speak as his fingers plunged into my depths, only moan my affirmation. I dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to find more leverage as he worked wonders inside her. With each inward stroke of his fingers, the glowing pleasure constricted, becoming hotter and more urgent, a need that pulsed and throbbed beneath his touch. Each slow pull as he left me was a sweet ache, a delicious agony that made my toes dance and my hips roll, begging him to come back.

The air was thick with anticipation, filled with a heady mixture of desire and arousal. Soft sighs escaped my lips and mingled with the sound of our quickened breaths. The delicate touch of his thumb against my clit sent shivers down my spine, igniting an electrifying sensation that pulsed through my body. The need was so fierce, I felt myself careening toward an orgasm. In those minutes, time seemed to stand still as the pleasure built, pushing me closer to the edge. With his thumb brushing my clit, he had me on the edge in minutes. I erupted with his name on my lips.

Before I came down, he had removed the rest of his clothes and my panties, donned a condom and was inside me with one hard thrust. His groan of pleasure echoed through the room, a sound that filled me with satisfaction and pride.

The jolt of his cock buried deep in me was glorious. My senses vibrated with a feeling of profound completeness, a chorus of peace and satisfaction that resonated through me like a harmonious symphony. The fullness inside me ignited sparked, sending shimmers of light dancing across the black canvas of my closed eyes.

Nothing had ever felt so right. Or so good.

My back arched and my hips lifted toward his, ravenous and frantic for each wave that washed over me. The heat in my core, a burning inferno, consumed me, spreading like wildfire through my nerves, my cells, every single molecule of my body, leaving me consumed by its fury.

“My Kit,” he whispered. “My love.”

My body, once again, fractured at his words, but as the pieces scattered, my heart seemed to balloon, overwhelmed with emotion. Every muscle in my body, from my toes to my fingertips, contracted, forming a solid knot, and then, in an instant, erupted into a cascade of electric, pulsing sensations that coursed through my veins. Waves of jolting energy coursed through me, leaving my muscles twitching and my skin prickling with a thousand tiny shocks.

His thrusts grew more intense as he chased his own release. With every ragged breath, we cried out, our frantic gasps and my own desperate screams reverberating through the empty space around us. Owen’s grunts were fierce expulsions of air as he pounded into me, his body a relentless force.

I pulled him down for a scorching kiss as he gave one last thrust and held himself there. The force of his release was so powerful that I could feel it surging through me. My namefelt like a raw, desperate plea, etched into my very flesh as he came. For a moment, we stayed there, locked together. His cock still pulsed inside me, and ripples of aftershocks contracted my muscles.

He collapsed on top of me, conscious not to crush me under his weight before rolling to my side and pulling me against him.

“I love you, Kit.”

“I love you, too,” I confessed.

The weekend had started with a rocky beginning, but as we held each other close, I couldn’t help but think about how perfectly it had ended.

Epilogue

Owen

One Year Later

Imarried my bestfriend today in the most romantic setting I’d ever seen.

We were back on Mackinac Island, the place where all our secrets came to light. It seemed like a sacred spot, the perfect place to exchange vows of love and commitment. With the soft light of the setting sun painting the Grand Hotel’s porch, we recited our vows, surrounded by the warmth of our family and friends.

Things had changed dramatically in the last year. Soon after Todd and Tria’s wedding, I convinced Kat to move in with me. It didn’t take much, actually. Her name, a secret whisper in her ear, was all it took to melt her resistance, making her completely submissive to my desires. In more ways than one.

I’d also taken to heart the conversation we’d had about my career path. After a long talk with my dad, we agreed to hire a manager to take over my duties so I could pursue my paramedics’ license. Kat had been my strongest cheerleader as I prepared for the exams. I couldn’t have done it without her constant support.

I’d never been happier, both in career and personal life. And Kat played a big role in that. Her presence was like a radiant sun, bathing me in its light and making me feel alive. And I tried to be the same for her.

She didn’t get off easily either. If I was going to turn my life around, I was determined to help her break free from the shackles that bound her. And that started with her fear of boats.

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