Page 55 of Hidden Gem
Chapter 25
Marnie tried to settleher heartrate by inhaling the fresh ocean air. Mixed with Jason’s aftershave, it sent her head spinning. She was simultaneously cold and hot. Her ankle ached from the fall, but her lady parts pulsed with need. She felt his hot breath on her neck, his hard length underneath her, reminding her of how he could make her feel. His lips found hers and his fingers dove into her hair, holding her in a tight grip. She couldn’t escape, nor did she want to. Instead, she relaxed against his mouth, letting his tongue own her, make her forget everything.
Such a perfect evening, a perfect moment in time, or maybe outside time, in a secret place where real life couldn’t reach them. Jason pulled away and they both drew a breath, panting. She saw the desire in his eyes, loud and clear. His hand released her hair and travelled down her body, settling on her hip. More warmth pooled into her core, and she shivered.
“Can I touch you?” Jason breathed in her ear. It tickled, drawing her focus to the sensation.
She nodded before her brain could process the question, and soon it couldn’t process much else. He slid his hand underneath the waistband of her tights, his long fingers instantly where she needed them.
“Oh, my God.” She rattled out a sigh.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
Closing her eyes, she listened to the white noise of crashing waves. Fine ocean mist built up on her skin, turning into droplets. It was cool, but her insides ran hot, turning into liquid honey as his touch built up her need.
“Don’t worry. There’s no one around,” he rasped, sliding two fingers inside.
She couldn’t have asked him to stop. She was too weak, too wet, too much on fire. Her gasps turned into moans that rose over the roar of the ocean and she rocked against his hand. All her reservations washed away with those retreating waves as she surrendered to his touch.
Jason lifted the hem of her hoodie, just enough to reach her lacy bra. The coastal wind pinched her nipples hard, and she trembled as the wind found its way under her layers. Jason closed his mouth on one nipple, sucking as his warm hand enclosed the cold flesh of the other one. His other hand worked its magic between her legs. She might have been able to pull away, to stop the madness, if those fingers hadn’t applied just the right amount of pressure, coupled with movement that worked with the rhythm of her breath.
He kept going, responding to her every sound, increasing his pace with her intensifying need, until a sudden release poured through her – a hot wave of pleasure. She gripped his hand, pulsing against it, soaking it. A fleeting thought of shame melted into pleasure. She rode the waves coursing through her as she curled against his hard chest, her bottom digging into the solid wood in his jeans.
Jason groaned, his voice thickest she’d ever heard. “Oh my God. You’re so wet.
Marnie smiled, still panting, still riding on the gentle waves, her body refusing to return to earth. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her, right now. On a public beach. Her brain registered the foreign thought as something that didn’t belong to her. Soon, she’d wake up and find out it was all a dream. But if it was, she had to make it count. Maybe she could just unzip his jeans, just enough to free that hard-on. It must have been so uncomfortable lodged in his pant leg. Her brain feeling mushy, Marnie scrambled to find the button.
Encouraged by her action, Jason took over and unzipped his jeans. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “We can go back to the house.”
Marnie peeled her tights to her knees, then pulled off a shoe to free up one leg. She wanted to straddle him. The crumbled tights hanging off her ankle looked as ridiculous as she felt. But she didn’t care. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Her bare knees sank in the freezing sand, sending a distant signal of pain, but she didn’t want stop. This was it. The loose, warm hoodie she’d worn for the walk kept her top half warm and provided some cover. At least her bare bum wasn’t hanging out for the penguins.
Here’s hoping they really were on a desert island. She inched closer, grabbed his length and guided him inside. All the hot, hard, thick inches of him. She wasn’t expecting the build-up of tension in her core. Women were meant to be capable of multiple orgasms. Other women. With Jason, she was one of those women. Her body responded to him with a fervour she didn’t recognise. Jason leaned back on the sand, allowing her to ride him with her full weight, with every pound she hadn’t lost. His hands explored her skin under the hoodie, sliding down her back, all the way down, between her cheeks. Marnie rocked, discarding all thoughts of their surroundings, only focused on the pleasure that built and intensified, taking over her whole body. Oh, my. Marnie’s wobbly cry broke through the ocean rumble as she reached another peak, her muscles clamping down on him. At the edge of her consciousness, she heard Jason’s guttural moan and felt him erupt inside her.
Waves of pleasure travelled through her like little earthquakes, as Marnie pressed her face against Jason’s chest, dizzy and shivering. He must have been colder than her, lying against the freezing, wet ground. It was time to go back. But first, she wanted to commit this moment to memory, being one with him on the cold beach, the private moment only witnessed by the rocks.
She opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on a marbled rock the size of a loaf of bread, partly buried in the sand. One end of it was yellow like it had been painted a long time ago. Its light colour stood out against the dark volcanic rocks. “That’s a funny looking rock.”
Jason followed her gaze and his body tensed. “Oh, my God.”
“What?”
He sat up, still half hard inside her, his arm locked around her. But his attention was on the rock as he reached sideways to touch it. He held his hand in place for several beats. “Oh, my God.”
“Seriously, what?”
He turned to face her, his grey eyes burning with excitement. “Ambergris.”
Marnie blinked. “What’s that?”
“The stuff they use to make perfumes. That’s a big one. Could be worth ... I don’t know, twenty grand?”
