Sweet Surrender (12 page)

He rolled to his back, bringing her with him so that she blanketed him with her aroused body. His fingers found the hem of her dress and as his hands slid upward, he brought the soft cotton with him.

“Won’t someone see us?” she asked against his lips.

“Baby, it’s pitch dark and no one is going to come close enough to see.”

“The lights—”

“Are on the outer hull near the water line. Relax,
bella
. I want to love you beneath the moonlight.”

She pushed up, her hands flat against his chest, her hair hanging in a loose curtain around them. It was dark, so that she could barely make out his features. Then suddenly, she got an idea. Sliding down until she was astride his thighs, her hands worked his belt loose.

“Take off your dress, baby. I want you naked.”

“As ranking officer, you should come first.”

He chuckled. “If you insist, although I find it’s better if you do, mate.”

“Uh—That isn’t what I meant, though it’s an excellent idea.” Giggling, she pulled her sundress over her head, leaving only her panties. His hand slid up her side and cupped her breast, but before he got too involved and she was lost, she scooted further down his legs.

Her fingers eased his zipper down and reached inside, freeing him. Leaning forward, she took him into her mouth, as deep as she could take him, then pulled back at an excruciatingly slow pace. He groaned and she smiled with her mouth full of him. She felt his hands on her head, his fingers threading in her hair, not pushing her down or forcing her, only holding her gently, allowing her to work her magic.

With a hand at the base of his impressive cock, she pulled back, swirled her tongue around the head, paying close attention to the sensitive underneath, before engulfing him again. Applying suction, she held him deep until he was slick and wet from her mouth.

“Damn, baby. That feels so good.”

She loved giving him head; pleasing him made her happy and helped her understand why he enjoyed teasing and prolonging her pleasure so much.

Applying more suction, she bobbed up and down on him, gradually increasing speed. Every so often, she pulled off, licking up the length of him, laving the head with slow circles, then gliding her lips back down to his balls, where she licked and sucked him gently.

His fingers flexed in her hair, tightening as she took him deep again. She could tell by his breathing he was getting close. She moved faster, fisting him and squeezing the part of him that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. She felt him thrust upward, meeting her mouth on the down stroke and retreating when she was on the way up. His free hand came up to her face, cupping it gently while holding it still, then it was all him as he fucked her mouth, never slamming inside or choking her, only giving her as much as she could handle.

His groan, a deep guttural growl, rose up from deep in within him. He let her go, tugging on her hair, his signal to let go. She didn’t, increasing her efforts instead, bobbing up and down on his shaft, sucking and licking persistently. He groaned louder. Knowing that what she was doing to him was driving him wild, she too groaned with pleasure.

“Yeah, baby, hum around my cock. It feels fucking fantastic.”

In response, she kept up a steady hum, close to a purr as she set up a near constant vibration. Taking more of him, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper than she ever had.

“You’re making me come. Pull off.”

“Mm, mm,” she grunted, working him faster.

“Final warning,
cara mia,
before I come down your throat.”

“Do it,” she mumbled. “I want you to.”

His head arched back as his hands cupped her head. Once, twice, and a third time he pumped into her eager mouth before a long drawn out earthy growl rolled from him as he filled her with his essence. She swallowed, never having done so before, as he came on her tongue and down her throat, shuddering fiercely with his climax. Feeling empowered because she’d made it happen, she unreservedly licked and laved him free of every salty drop.

Afterward, he collapsed onto the thickly padded chaise, gulping in breaths of air. She tongued him gently, swirling the tip around the sensitive head, which made him shudder once more. Smiling, she moved upward until she could lay her cheek against his rippled abs. She hadn’t rested there for more than a minute before his hands slid under her arms and he dragged her up his body.

“That was amazing, Jess.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I did too.”

Threading his fingers into the hair at her nape, he pulled her down and sealed his mouth to hers. After he’d thoroughly possessed her, his tongue twining with hers, robbing her of lucid thought, he rolled her to her back and whispered, “Now it’s your turn.”

His mouth moved to her neck as his hand dove into her panties, sliding along her drenched slit, his fingers slipping inside.

“Marc—” she gasped as the tip of his fingers rubbed over her G-spot. As his mouth continued to nibble and lick at her neck and throat, his finger kept moving, stroked and priming her passion, and he drove her quickly toward what she knew would be a stunning climax. Abruptly, he stopped, standing and pulling her to her feet.

“I want inside you.”

“Take me to bed.”

“No, I want you now.”

“On the chaise?”

“No, here.” He spun her around. “Bend over and grab the railing with both hands.”

As she did, she felt his fingers curl into the waistband of her panties and pull them down in one swipe. Her heart rate surged until she felt the pounding in her ears, her throat, and her pussy.

“Step out and spread your legs.”

She did, still in her heels, moving her feet about shoulder width apart.

“Wider.” He nudged them farther apart, doubling the distance. “That’s it. I want full access to this gorgeous round ass and your sweet pussy.”

She felt his mouth on her next. His thumbs separated her folds and his mouth took possession, voraciously lapping at her clit, flicking and circling the hard nub. Then he licked into her, long and deep, from the top of her slit, over her throbbing clit, dipping into her drenched center and swirling inside, before moving upward and stroking his tongue over her tight bottom hole.

“One day soon, I’m going to take you here,
cara mia
.” He licked over it again, the tip rubbing slowly over the puckered flesh until she cried out. The sound of her pleasure echoed in the night, carrying across the water. Her hands curled tighter around the rail, holding on as her legs trembled and her belly clenched.

“Come inside me. I can’t wait another minute.”

He stood, wrapping an arm around her waist and in one stroke entered her soaked channel, plunging into her with enough force to drive her forward against the rail. She cried out, with pleasure as well as panic as she looked down at the black water.

“Marc!”

“I’ve got you, baby. Always, you’re safe with me.”

She started to stand, but his upper body bent over her, pressing against her back, holding her in place as he began to fuck her. “Trust me,
mio tesoro
. Never would I put you at risk. Surrender to me and relax.”

Taking deep breaths, she held on, closing her eyes and concentrating only on him. On his warm skin against her own, the prickle of his hair, which brushed against the back of her thighs and her bottom with every thrust. He surrounded her, giving her pleasure, but at the same time keeping her safe. Forgotten was the lake below her as she focused on his lips that brushed against her shoulder and the muscled strength of his arm anchoring her at the waist. His free hand moved to her breast, supporting her while giving her pleasure at the same time, and his cock, the length and breadth of him that filled her completely, left not one scintilla of space untouched when he rocked fully inside her. All of him was overwhelming, his strength, his commanding presence, his concern and love for her.

His love for her…

He’d never said it, but she knew in her heart he loved her and her feelings were just as strong. Her heart swelled along with her desire as he bent her further over the rail. She groaned as her climax threatened.

“Open your eyes,
bella mia
.”

Responding instinctively to his soft-spoken command, she did as he bade, this time instead of blackness; she saw the white lights on the hull and just above it, black flowing script. She blinked, her mind not focusing quite right while hanging halfway upside down and being taken from behind.

“What do you see?” His gruff voice told her he was close.

“The blackness of the lake.” What was he doing, talking at this moment? Her eyes began to shut slowly, her body, reveling in the pleasure he was giving.

“Open, baby, and read what you see.”

Again, she blinked, refocusing on the upside-down script. “It’s Italian, I don’t know what it says.”

“
Bella Mia
.”

“Yes?”

He chuckled, while still driving deep. “No, baby, look again. It says
Bella Mia
.”

Finally, she saw it, written in elaborate calligraphy. No wonder she hadn’t figured it out right away. It occurred to her the next instant that the silly, sweet, romantic man had named his boat after her. The gesture was endearing and loving, even though the delivery went a little awry. Overcome with emotion, she spoke the words she’d been holding back saying, but no more.

“I love you,” she called to him softly. In the night air, it carried, sounding like a shout.

His arms pulled her upright, wrapping around her; one encircling her waist, the other banding across her chest. His mouth at her ear gave the words back to her.

“
Ti amo, bella mia
. I love you, my beautiful Jessica.”

Both hands clung to him as he pumped into her harder, pushing her higher until she shattered, her body clenching around him as she came in his arms. His roar in her ear quickly followed as he came deep inside her, the words
ti amo
rippling like waves over the water.

Chapter Nine

Whistling cheerfully and admittedly a bit off-key, Marc watched the lights near the ceiling that announced the passage of each floor as the elevator ascended. A bell rang and the doors opened onto the inpatient surgical floor. After discharging all of his post-op patients except one, he’d handed things off to his new partner Ben, who was on call and would handle anything that came up over the upcoming three-day weekend. He was anticipating uninterrupted time with Jessie without the constant threat of an emergency only a phone call away. They were heading up north for skiing by day and long nights spent naked in each other’s arms, be it in the huge king-sized bed of the chalet, the Jacuzzi big enough for two, or on a soft, cushy rug in front of a roaring fire. He’d been looking forward to this for weeks and intended to make the most of their time together by keep her aroused and needy for him.

He was amazed they had actually been able to arrange the same weekend off. His surgery schedule lately had been unreal; taking on a partner hadn’t slowed down the pace. In fact, since opening their sports medicine clinic and contracting exclusively with several area colleges, they were as busy as ever.

Jessie was just as busy. After graduation, she had started her search for an administrative job and about eight weeks ago, hired as the nurse manager for the ortho/neuro/trauma floor at St. Joe’s. Why she would give up surgical nursing for the headaches of management was beyond him. He missed having her assist him in the OR every day; however, since his patients recovered on her floor, she still worked with him indirectly, only taking care of things on the backend now. At least he got to see her during daily rounds and for the occasional lunch when they could arrange it.

As he rounded the corner of the nurse’s station, he stopped, seeing Jessie typing frantically on a keyboard. “Ready, baby?”

Her head came up and she gave him a dazzling smile. “Almost, honey. I’ve been so excited about our trip I haven’t been able to concentrate all day and got behind. Give me about ten minutes to finish these charts. By then Claire and Sophie will be back from supper break.”

He glanced at his watch and saw it was already after five o’clock. “We’re late getting started with a four-hour drive ahead of us.”

“Yeah, but the girls gotta eat, Marc.”

Feeling wholly unsympathetic, he frowned, considering the many days like today where she worked through lunch or didn’t have time to stop and pee, often because she was covering for her staff. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that her nurses got liberal smoke breaks and seemed to find their way to the cafeteria every day, while their boss did not. But causing a stink about her new job while on their way out of town was not conducive to a relaxing getaway, so he let it go for now. “Okay. I’ll bring the car around. You be down in the lobby at 5:30 sharp. Got me?”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled, giving him a little salute.

“Ah, it’s gonna be that way this evening, is it?” He leaned over the counter, looming above her. “Don’t think I’m not up for the challenge of taming that smart little ass.”

“Marc!” she gasped, looking around to make sure no one had overheard. “Someone will hear and get the wrong idea.”

“No. If they hear, they will get the exact right idea, but I wouldn’t do that to you. Have you eaten? Should I pick something up to go?”

“Yes, please. I missed lunch and I’m starved.”

“Baby—” The one word, short and clipped, spoke volumes.

“We’ve been really busy with surgeries, doctor. I wonder whose fault that is.”

“Keep it up, sassy girl, and you’ll be riding to Mount Boyne with a sore backside.” He checked his watch once more. “Give me a kiss before I go.”

“Marc, I’m working here.”

“I don’t care. No one is around to see. It’s not like I’m going to bend you over the nurse’s desk and pull down your—”

He didn’t get to finish his little scenario because she leapt to her feet and fused her lips to his. Her warm mouth and eager tongue had garnered his cock’s immediate attention. Savoring all that was Jessie, he lingered until things got heavier than planned, pulling away when her fingers slid into his hair and she moaned hungrily into his mouth. Pleased by the dazed look in her eyes, he returned for another brief taste and growled one last warning before he left. “Eleven minutes, Jess.”