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Ch6:Sensations Rule

Leah wished she hadn't asked him not to make small talk with her, because she could have used something to alleviate her rising anxiety. Or maybe it wasn't anxiety exactly, she admitted as she watched Embry in the moonlight as he started up the motor on the small boat he used for daily transport to his house. It was sexual tension like she had never known. It seemed to thicken the very air between them until Leah felt like it was an effort to draw breath.

Before she could settle shakily on the middle seat of the boat, he called out to her. "Come here."

He had said it so quietly, she almost couldn't be sure she'd heard him correctly. The motorized canoe chugged along in the water. She placed her purse on the seat and gripped the sides of the exterior.

"Won't I tip us over?" she asked.

"Get down on your knees and come slowly."

Something in his terse tone made her pulse leap at her throat. So…he felt it, too, this unbearable sexual tension. He didn't even want to wait until they got to his houseboat. Somehow the realization empowered her.

Her pussy throbbed with excitement as she made her way across the little craft. He spread his knees and she entered the protective harbor of his long legs. His hand opened at the back of her head. She felt his long fingers finding the fasteners and then heard the plastic clips hitting the bottom of the boat. He tore through the knot. Her hair spilled down her back as he messed through it, his actions apologetically, flagrantly possessive.

He pushed on her head. "Put your mouth on me."

When she heard the blunt need in his low voice she began to unbutton his shorts with frantic fingers, but he surprised her by gently pushing her face to his lap before she could release him from his clothes. The ridge of his cock pressed against her cheek. She opened her mouth and caressed the stiff column with her lips. He pressed down tighter on her head, and she became more desperate, stiffening her lips and stroking him with a hard pressure.

He groaned. She whimpered as his heat penetrated the cloth. Once again, she tried to lift her head, wild to free him from the clothing, eager to feel him naked on her tongue. But he pressed down harder, even lifting his pelvis, grinding lightly against her seeking lips. A small growl of frustration left her throat. She widened her jaw and took his girth between her teeth. He hissed in pleasure, his grip tightening in her hair. Leah moved her head, gently stroking the thick shaft between her teeth. When she reached the ridge beneath the cockhead, her tongue snaked out. She held him between her teeth and pressed down hard on the rim, wetting the cloth. She waggled her tongue while applying a steady pressure, excited by the sensation… made even hungrier by the fact that she couldn't completely get at him.

Embry muttered a curse and pulled at her hair. "Stay there."

Leah remained kneeling in the boat, feeling dazed and hot with arousal. Embry expertly maneuvered the canoe next to his houseboat. He hopped out and had it tied up in record breaking time.

She took his hand when he reached for her and then hesitated as she glanced at the middle seat. "I need to get my purse—"

"Leave it," he ordered starkly. She wondered if he regretted his harshness, because when he spoke next, he sounded gentler. "I'll get your purse later." When he drew her up next to him on the deck and pressed against her, she felt his straining cock and the damp cloth over it. Without a kiss or a word, he pushed down on her shoulders. She sensed his intensity—shared in it.

She went to her knees all too gladly.

She finally got his shorts and boxer briefs shoved down his thighs, and she fisted the root of his cock while she slipped the fat tip of his penis between her lips.

"Ahh shit Leah," he grated out when she lapped at the delicious cockhead with her tongue, dancing around the tip, making him groan, before she dipped her head forward. She stuffed herself with him, filled herself with his stiff flesh, but still she was greedy, wanting more. It was her, not him, who first bumped the tip of his cock on the back of her throat, so eager was she to accustom herself to taking him deep. She gagged and quickly slid down his length, only to swallow him and test herself again.

As if from far away, she heard him hissing her name in a tense ragged whisper. But then all rational thought left her. Only sensation ruled. She gripped at his tight, smooth butt, using her hold to guide him in and out of her mouth at a pace that suited her rabid hunger. She filled her palms with tight flesh while she took him deep again and again. One finger slid down the crevice of his ass. She felt the muscles tighten around her she sought the opening, but that only made her hungrier. She pushed into the tight, muscular channel of his rectum at the same time the tip of his dick pressed into her throat. Her gag reflex vibrated around him, but she kept him deep.

Hungry.

So hungry.

"God damn it." His sharp exclamation penetrated her thick fog of arousal.

She opened her eyelids to slits and slid his cock out of her throat, using her lips and a strong suction to stroke him shallowly. She looked up at him. His hair fell down over his brow. She could perfectly see the rigid lines of his face in the moonlight as he stared down at her.

She pistoned her finger in and out of his rectum and slid his cock deep again.

He groaned gutturally and took a firmer grip on her head.

"Stay still," he rasped.

Leah froze at his harsh command. He flexed his hips, sliding his rigid erection in and out of her mouth at his own pace now, shallow and increasingly rapid. When Leah tried to move and match his lusty rhythm, he held her fast. She stared up at him as he fucked her mouth. He looked pagan and ruthless and beautiful in the moonlight. Her lips and jaw grew sore from clamping so hard as he pistoned his cock between them, but still she sucked harder. It was the only control allowed to her as he held her head immobile.

Then she recalled her finger and she reached, massaging his prostate.

She saw the whites of his eyes at the same time that a shout erupted out of his throat. He swelled impossibly large in her mouth and thrust. Leah gagged and pressed against his restraining had. He must have sensed her discomfort despite his mindless pleasure, because he eased out of her throat, his cum spurting thickly on her tongue.

She struggled to keep up with the amount he ejaculated. He filled her mouth so quickly, and his plunging cock made it difficult for her to swallow. Finally she found a position where she could milk him as he continued to climax powerfully.

Thick spurts of semen became thin, irregular spills on her tongue. Leah cleaned him thoroughly while he gasped for air, a content purr vibrating her throat. He said her name—her full name, the name she'd prefer not to remember.

On his tongue, it sounded like an endearment.

Embry grabbed her elbows and lifted her to a standing position. He wanted to taste her mouth, but she pressed her face to his chest, denying him. Temporarily weakened as he was by the crashing climax she'd given him, he didn't push the issue. Instead he raked his fingers through her hair and pressed his mouth to the top of her head, as though it were her body that still clamored to return to equilibrium and not his.

It struck his quivering brain eventually that he'd been soothing her. He tilted her chin back so that he could see her face in the bright, bluish silver light of the moon. She regarded him solemnly. Her cheeks were damp.

He gathered the wetness with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I didn't' mean to be so rough—"

"I loved it."

Just like that. Simple. Sweet. He kissed her parted lips in thanks for her honesty. Her generosity. After a moment of sipping at her mouth, he grabbed her hand. "Let's get in the water."

"Okay," she muttered huskily.

Once they had gotten to the other side of his boat, they both began to strip. He finished quicker than she and watched as she shimmied out of the formfitting black pants she had been wearing.

"Let me do the rest," he said.

She straightened and watched his face as he removed her blouse. He brushed his fingertips over the petal soft skin at the sides of her breast once he had bared her. He spread his hands, caressing her back before he plunged into her panties and palmed both butt cheeks. It felt supremely good, and he reminded himself regretfully that he had never before taken the time to really explore her body. His arousal had been too great on both occasions.

He growled and nipped at her mouth playfully, feeling like he had just won a gold medal, when she laughed. She put her hands on his chest and stroked him while he continued to map out the contours of her silky thighs and squeeze the globes of her ass in his palms. They groaned in unison when he reached and touched a fingertip to her slit. It was like dipping into warm oil.

"Enough," he muttered as he whisked her panties down her thighs. He steadied her while she stepped out of them. "If I keep playing with you, we'll never get in the water."

"You don't have to hurry on my account."

He smiled when he heard the tight, choked quality of her voice. He turned her toward the calm, moonlit lagoon and lowered his mouth to her ear, inhaling her sweet, singular sweet.

"I know you're burning, Onaona. I'll bring you relief. You just have to trust me. Get into the water."

He felt the shudder that went through her flesh. She moved to the edge of the deck and leapt into the water like she believed she'd find salvation in its depths.

He hit the surface of the cool water with a smile on his face. He grabbed the snorkels and masks he had placed at the edge of the boat. Leah looked puzzled from where she treaded water just a few feet away from him,

"What's this for?" she asked when he handed her one of the snorkels.

"You've never snorkeled in the moonlight?"

She handed him back the snorkel. "I don't care for it. I'll swim with you while you do it."

"Come on Leah," he cajoled as he put his mask on his head. "You'll love this. We only get nights like this, when the full moon is so intense, a few times a year. We'll be able to see tons of fish over the reef."

She shook her head. Embry didn't need the moonlight to know that her expression had gone solemn and tense again. She swam over to the side of the boat and grabbed onto the ladder before she placed the snorkel and mask next to the flashlights he had put on the deck. "I don't like to snorkel."

"Why?" he persisted.

She hesitated. "I just…don't."

"Did you have a bad experience trying it?"

"Yes, I guess I did. It's not a big deal"

He treaded water, waiting. Leah swallowed thickly when he continued to watch her with calm curiosity. He wasn't going to push her, but he wasn't going to let her off easily, she realized.

"I…uh, I get nervous… about breathing underwater," she muttered. Her cheeks flooded with heat. She had been a child here on Oahu the last time she had tried to snorkel. At first she'd been so excited, but she'd unexpectedly become terrified by the closed in feeling of being underwater. A pressure had grown in her chest, the early warning of a panic attack. She'd been afraid to draw air. Unable to put her developing fear into words, she'd told her father the mouthpiece was letting in water. Her father had ordered her to give up the endeavor, as he didn't want the salt water affecting her voice.

Of course, her father would never have jeopardized his supper, let alone the source of his booze.

"How old were you when you last tried?" Embry asked.

"Nine."

He came toward her. "Sit on one of the ladder rings."

She followed his instructions, mostly because he spread his hands on her hips, lifted her, and plopped her down where he wanted her.

"Embry… no," she protested when he picked up the snorkel from the edge of the boat.

"We're not going to go anywhere right now, and you can keep your hand on the ladder the whole time." She couldn't think of what to say in protest to such a reasonable proposal. She sat there uncertainly while he adjusted her mask, feeling foolish… feeling like she was a child all over again. Still, the lagoon called to her. It would be something special to see the moonlit beauty of its depths.

She reluctantly came into the water when Embry beckoned her. She bit down on the snorkel mouthpiece, already feeling her chest tightening as she drew breath through the long tube, and she was still above water.

"Leah listen," he said when she pulled out the mouthpiece and gulped for air. "Plenty of air is getting to your lungs through the snorkel I guarantee it. You don't have to gasp for it."

She gaped at him for a few seconds before she nodded. Embry was practically a water god, after all, she reassured herself. If he couldn't make her feel safe breathing in the deep waters, no one could.

"I'm going to be right here next to you," he said quietly. He flipped on one of the flashlights and handed it to her.

She placed her face into the water and let her legs float out behind her, all the while gripping tightly to the ladder with her right hand. She felt Embry's fingertips skim her waist and shivered. Anxiety may be making her stomach froth, but her nerves were still humming from arousal. His hand on her belly, her awareness of his big, hard body just inches away, not only stabilized her but pleasantly distracted her from her nervousness.

She was a little surprised to find that the flashlight in her hand cast a concentrated beam into the watery depths. Embry's boat created a stark shadow in the moonlit water, but several feet to the left of her and maybe ten feet down, she saw a quick movement. She inhaled raggedly and felt Embry's hold on her become firmer. He relented however and she surfaced.

"I saw a fish," she puttered after she had ripped out the mouthpiece.

His laugh sounded low and mellow. "What did it look like?"

Leah described the blue fish with the brilliant yellow stripes.

"Butterfly fish."

"I can't believe how well I could see it in the moonlight, even without the flashlight."

"If you get a little more comfortable, we'll venture out a bit. You'll be amazed how much you'll see in the shallows over the coral."

Leah nodded and put the mouthpiece back in. She paused when Embry tightened his hold on her—one hand spread wide on her belly, the other at the small of her back. His treading legs brushed against hers, their limbs tangling loosely in the swirling water. His firm penis brushed her hip. She was so caught up by the arousing sensations, she drew air through the snorkel without thinking.

"You held your breath that whole time until the end when you got excited. This time take a nice, easy breath right when you put your face in the water. I'm right here."

Again she nodded and stretched out on her belly in the calm water, thinking about the hoarse quality of his voice when he had just spoken, wondering if it meant he'd become as aware of her in that moment as she had him.

Her inhalation through the snorkel was slow and even. She couldn't locate the butterfly fish again, but in the distance, just feet from the surface, she saw the outline of a school of fish dart through the luminescent waters. She jerked in Embry's hold, wanting to tell him what she'd seen—in truth, wanting to surface and draw air above water. Btu she felt him quiet her. He stroked the side of her body in a soothing elusive caress.

Leah found herself going still…expectant. She breathed slowly and shallowly through the snorkel, her entire focus on Embry's hand curving around her ribs just above her waist. Her skin pebbled when he slid his fingertips over this side of her breast. His other hand cupped a buttock before it caressed her hip and waist warmly.

Even though she tracked the fish with the flashlight, she hardly knew what she saw. All thoughts of being deprived of air melted out of her brain as she trailed Embry's feather light touch with every ounce of her attention. His forefinger detailed her nipple, learning the topography of the beading flesh. Leah moaned and lurched up in the water. She pulled out the mouthpiece.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his deep, quiet voice causing her skin to prickle further with excitement.

"I can't see any fish," she lied. He shaped her ass cheek to fit his palm and stroked her flank.

"Why don't you go back down for a bit. If you calm down, the fish will come to you. You're breathing easier but you're still nervous. Just lie in the water and let go honey."

She had no doubt given the thick, gruff quality of his voice that he planned to keep touching her body while she was at his mercy. He came closer, dropping a kiss to her forehead. The velvety soft tip of his stiff cockhead slid across her hip, quick and elusive as the darting fish she'd sighted.

Her chest felt tight when she bit down on the mouthpiece, but she couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or excitement.

"You can let go of the ladder now. I've got you."

She reluctantly released her death grip when she saw him reach for the ladder.

"Now stretch out, let your arms relax in the water."

She followed his instructions, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. His free hand opened on her belly, supporting her lightly.

Then, just as she had expected he would—just as she had hoped—he began to stroke her everywhere. She floated in the water and watched several brilliant, exotic fish swim beneath her, feeling as if she were inside a tropical aquarium.

And the whole time, Embry made her nerves simmer by caressing her body as though it were his to do with as he pleased.

He stroked her belly, ribs, and breasts with warm, languorous caresses. She wriggled in the water when he teased her nipples with his lightly pinching fingertips. She moaned in anguished anticipation when he charted every inch of skin on her belly and hips, growing desperate for him to bank the fires licking at her core.

She froze when he trailed a long finger down the crevice of her ass and explored her intimately. A blunt fingertip pressed to her rectum, subtly threatening to piece her body. Warmth spread in the cool water next to her slit. She panted for air through the snorkel, but she never thought about not getting sufficient air.

She had far more important things to focus on.

His hand lowered, cupping a butt cheek. Leah shut her eyes reflexively when he slid a long finger into her vagina. When she opened her eyelids again, gasping as he thrust into her sensually, she found herself staring at a bright yellow fish with white stripes. Two clown fish swam into the beam of the flashlight, followed by a large fish that looked silvery blue in the moonlight. She moaned when he stroked her more forcefully and sent up a finger to massage her clit.

She felt her excitement cresting and experienced a strong need to surface… to draw air through her mouth. But then Embry shifted in the water. She realized with a burst of shock that he had pulled his body partly out of the ocean with his hand on the ladder. His lap cradled her prostrate body. She bit down hard on the plastic mouthpiece when she felt the incredibly arousing sensation of his fully erect cock pressing against her belly.

She whimpered in anguish when his fingers left her. but then she felt him move next to her stomach…felt as he grabbed his long penis and pistoned his fist over his length. She tried to reach back for him, wanting to be the one to stroke him, but he suddenly dropped again in the water. The denial of his beautiful cock brought home helplessness of her situation, reminded her of her vulnerability. Her lungs began to strain and burn for a full breath of air.

She jerked out of the water and yanked the mouthpiece from her mouth.

"What's wrong? You were doing so well."

She panted as she glanced back at him. "Why won't you let me touch you?"

"Because I'm touching you right now, honey. You're learning how to get comfortable breathing using a snorkel." He smirked.

Leah just stared at him as her pulse throbbed at her throat. Why did she get the impression he was trying to teach her much more than how to breathe comfortably underwater?

"Are you going back down or not?" he asked, his tone mild enough but also holding a hint of challenge.

For a moment, she hesitated. She didn't like being backed into a corner and forced to face a fear…even a silly childhood one. But then she thought of the mysterious silvery-blue depths of the lagoon. She thought of Embry sensitizing and pleasuring her body with his hand.

She replaced the mouthpiece slowly.

"Let your arms float in front of you this time. Just relax and let go," he instructed.

She took one last steadying inhale and went face down in the water.

His warm hand was back on her cook skin almost immediately soothing and exciting her at once. She was immensely grateful that it didn't take him long to get back to business, especially considering how close that business had been to a glorious finale just moments ago. He opened his big hand over her sex and slid his middle finger into her slit. He palmed her entire sex and applied a lovely pressure on her clit, rubbing her with a subtle circular motion. Leah moaned into the snorkel, her breath coming quick and shallow… but easy. Embry's hand became more stringent in its demands, agitating the water around her walls.

She strained for her release, pressing against him desperately. Suddenly he surged up out of the water again, cradling her suspended body with his thighs. Her arousal magnified exponentially when she felt his heavy erection against her skin. He ground up against her belly at the same that he pressed down with the hand at her pussy. She floundered in the water, wild to return the friction, wanting him to join her in this frantic, delicious struggle.

He vibrated her clit hard at the same time that he rubbed against her, getting the pressure he needed on his cock.

The moonlit waters seemed to fracture into millions of separate silvery blue crystals in front of her eyes. She writhed as pleasure tore through her, whimpering into the snorkel when she felt his pressing cock spasm next to her belly. His body jerked in orgasm. She might have been able to tear her pussy away from his ruthless fingers in order to rip the mask out of her mouth and swallow air in greedy mouthfuls.

But she couldn't forgo the exquisite feeling of Embry's warm cum spurting onto the water cooled skin of her belly. So she continued to breathe through the snorkel as she did what Embry had told her to do.

Let go.

She opened her eyes dazedly a moment later, still breathing heavily through the tube. The yellow fish and the clown fish must have been frightened off by their tense, orgasmic thrashing in the water, but the large blue fish still remained. It stared up at her soberly. Leah lifted her head out of the water and removed the mouthpiece. She set the flashlight on the deck, pulled the mask off her face, and settled it on her forehead. Embry hung on to the ladder, his wet, gleaming shoulders rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

"I saw lots of fish," she said hoarsely.

His glance snagged on her smile. He laughed. "Well, that was the whole point wasn't it?"

He looked surprised when she surged through the water and planted a kiss on his mouth. "I have a funny feeling it wasn't the point at all. But I still liked the fish. Can we swim out over the reef and look for more?"

He leaned down and plucked softly at her upturned lips. "Of course," he rumbled.

His grin was a little cocky, but she was in a forgiving mood. She'd conquered a considerable childhood dear with Embry's help after all.

In point of fact, she felt wonderful.

Embry set Leah's flashlight up on the deck and then took her mask and snorkel. His own equipment followed. He urged her silently toward the ladder with a hand at her smooth hip. They had seen a ton of marine life swimming out over the coral. Leah must have completely conquered her fear, because it'd been him, instead of her, that had finally signaled that they go back to the boat.

"Did you see the octopus?" she asked when he followed her up the ladder.

"Yeah. It was a cuttlefish actually." He opened the plastic cabinet where he stored towels. He wrapped Leah in one, feeling her shiver through the absorbent material. She seemed entirely unaware of being chilly though.

"Is it always so active in the lagoon? Can you always see that many fish? Or is it just because of the moonlight?"

He glanced at her face before he reached for a towel for himself. It pleased him inordinately to see her triumphant expression.

"It's always a good place to snorkel, but certain fish only show themselves at night. They were having a real party in the moonlight, huh?"

She dried her face as she looked wistfully out at the lagoon. "It was amazing."

"We'll go again tomorrow then," he said. He finished drying off and fastened the towel around his hips. Leah was still shivering slightly when he grabbed her hand. "Come on, I've got something to warm you up."

They climbed the stairs that led to his upper deck. He flipped on a light. She made a low, sexy sound in her throat when she saw the steaming whirlpool surrounded by deck chairs. Without a word, she dropped her towel and climbed the steps into the hot water. Embry turned on the jets from the control panel and came up behind her. She already reclined in the frothing water, her head resting on the edge and a sublime smile on her face.

He stroked her damp cheek, and she opened her heavy eyelids. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes please," she whispered.

"Pineapple juice, iced tea, or something with a kick?"

"Better to have pineapple juice. The hot water feels so good. If I drink any alcohol I'll be asleep in under a minute."

"We can't have that," he murmured as he stroked the damp hair off her neck. She stared up at him solemnly. His gaze caressed the globes of her breasts just beneath the churning water. "I've still got plans for you, and they don't include sleeping."

The sight of her swallowing thickly made his dick twitch against his thigh. There was no doubt about it. The idea of her agreeing to come here on his boat, the knowledge that she had agreed to play by his rules, aroused him greatly. She was his for tonight and tomorrow.

He was going to keep pushing at her rigid defenses. He was going to do it because he knew how tremendous the reward was when she submitted.

He'd been patient when necessary, but he was going to feast on Leah Clearwater… whether she was ready or not.

When he came back upstairs a few minutes later, he carried two glasses of iced pineapple juice and a folded towel tucked under his arm. He had made a pit stop in his bedroom and loaded up on some supplies. He handed Leah the glasses before he clambered into the steamy water with her.

"All warmed up?" he asked when he settled next to her on the bench and noticed her content expression and flushed cheeks.

"Hmm," she purred as she took a sip of the cold juice. "Almost too warm. My muscles are turning to mush. It feels fantastic."

"I'm glad you think so." She set down her juice and settled back into the water. "Will you go right back to the grind when you return the day after tomorrow?"

"Not really. I just finished recording a new album before Rosalie and I came to Hawaii. I'll have to do a promotional tour for it soon enough, but right now, it's the quiet before the storm."

"I look forward to hearing it."

She opened one eyelid. "You really were serious about liking my music?"

Her tone was curious and a little wistful, not incredulous like it had been yesterday.

"I have all your CDs. Should I put one on? I have speakers on the deck."

She rolled the one eye she had open. "Please don't, I'm supposed to be on vacation."

He grinned. "So how come you came here when you seem to hate Hawaii?"

Leah closed her eyes and snuggled down in the hot water. "Rosalie chose it. She'd my personal assistant, but more important, she's a great friend. She'd going through an awful divorce. Her husband is using every weapon in the arsenal to try and get full custody of their daughter. Rosalie's going through hell lately. I wanted to make sure she had a good time."

"And she picked the last place in the world you would want to come?" he quirked a brow though she couldn't see it.

She sighed. "Like I said, the most important thing was for Rose to have a good time."

"And is she?"

"I think she's having a marvelous time."

"Leah?"

"Yes?" She opened her eyelids and regarded him with a trace of wariness that hadn't been there just a few seconds a go.

"Almost all of us from the islands are mutts. You heard about my Makah mother. My dad is half Hawaiian, a quarter Samoan, and some other stuff. My god daughter, Claire, has half Hawaiian, half Filipino mother and an Quileute father. Why are you so uncomfortable with the fact that you're part Polynesian?"

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