Jack intended to let Sue lead the way, allowing the tender roots of her inexperience to anchor in the haven of his arms. He planned to slowly build her confidence, anticipating the privilege of watching her bloom under his support. His goal was to stay still throughout her exquisite torture save for the necessary shift in his stance from time to time. He was quite proud of his control until he realized that her back was now against the cabana wall, his fingers were tangled in her suddenly loosely flowing hair and the cumbersome robe she had been wearing was pooled at her feet. His shirt was unbuttoned and her teeth were busily scoring a path along his collarbone. When a gentle tug of her hair had her nestling closer, he clasped her head, asserting enough pressure to make her look up.
Her disheveled hair and slumberous eyes were his undoing. "I tried," he desperately whispered before cutting off her questioning reply by settling his lips on hers.
His lips almost hovered, so light was their pressure. She trembled from the wave of sensations his infinitely simple contact created. She could not keep her eyes from opening in surprise as his tongue slowly foraged the fullness of her lips, refusing to slip inside and completely satisfy her growing hunger. Her eyes locked with his as he continued with his deliberate seduction which now encompassed all of her senses. She watched him watch her, his tempestuous eyes communicating in the most elemental of ways that he was impassioned about what he was doing.
His unwavering gaze seemed to electrify her strained nerve endings, causing her to forget her inhibitions and focus only on the moment. No longer satisfied with being a passive participant, she pulled her head away and roughly breathed his name. It was both a reprimand and a plea and one she did not wait for him to contemplate. Leaning into the firmness of his body, enjoying the differences between them, she raised her lips and hungrily fastened them on his, hoping that that was enough to move him in a more satisfactory direction.
It was. Her actions freed him of the last vestiges of restraint. His arms clamped around her, trapping her in place as he staked his claim on her mouth. He used his tongue and teeth in tandem to draw out her pleasure, leaving her in no doubt that she was being thoroughly and expertly kissed. She mimicked his actions, learning quickly what he preferred, what made his chest vibrate beneath her fingers.
Their hands began to roam as their lips continued their titillating dance. Firm, muscular flesh and soft, inviting curves were explored without restraint in their frenzy to get closer. Each kiss, every touch fueled the raging fire that threatened to consume them where they stood.
Greedy for more and ready to take what was his, he swept her off her feet and laid her on the floor of their hide-a-way, kneeling above her, drinking in her earthy beauty. His chest rose and fell furiously as he wrestled for his breath. The sight of her parted, voluptuous lips and her own struggle for air had him closing the distance between them, his intent clear.
Sue's eyes widened at the raw desire she read in his gaze while she marveled at her own voracity, sparked to life by the first touch of his lips. Drawing in a deep, anticipatory breath as he drew closer, she watched him stiffen before uttering a derogatory remark as he closed his eyes in frustration.
"L-U-C-Y," he spelled before holding his finger in front of his lips indicating she should remain quiet. "Try find you. Me." He twisted and sat beside her, grabbing her hand and maintaining their connection. Moments later he felt her sit up, reclaiming her hand so she could tame her wildly tousled hair.
"I prefer it messy," he whispered, knowing she could read him. "At least when it's me that makes the mess." His eyes once again flashed their desire.
She ducked her head shyly. "Me too."
Smiling goofily at her embarrassed admission, he couldn't help but tease her with a bit of male satisfaction. "You like it when I mess up your hair?"
"It can be quite...enjoyable," she admitted. "But I was referring to yours. It's," but instead of finishing her thought orally, she signed it.
"I didn't get that. What'd you sign?"
"You'll have to guess," she announced, lithely rising to her feet and reaching for her forgotten robe. "We need to get back. Lucy will keep searching until she finds us."
He nodded in agreement, slipping into his shirt and working on the buttons. "Cute?" he wanted to know. "Is that what you signed?" When she shook her head, he continued with his guesses. "Adorable? Cool? Manly?" As she continued to shake her head, he frowned. "Dumb? Silly? Ugly? Come on, Sue. You can't leave me hanging."
Rolling her eyes and smiling indulgently at his pitiful expression, she paused at the door and repeated the sign. "Sexy," she whispered before exiting, leaving him to puff out his chest and strut cockily behind her, enjoying the view immensely.
