Waking to the warmth of Jamie's naked body wrapped around him was becoming a habit. But an unbelievably pleasant one, Clark decided smiling as he gently brushed back her long, blonde silky hair to get a look at her face, still deep asleep in dream land. And god, she was beautiful. Insanely long lashes resting on those high cheekbones, skin so perfectly smooth and pale, and with the prettiest pink lips, that were utterly irresistible.
And now he had to decide what to do to keep her.
Gently pressing his lips to hers, he smiled at her sexy little whimper, and the way her long smooth leg instinctively wrapped around him, her hot little pussy already damp on his thigh, as though even asleep, she wanted him, too. Reaching between them, he ran his hand teasingly along her folds, spreading her open so he could push the tip of his finger inside her, slowly working it in and out, he smiled as her soft little mewls turned to moans, rocking her sex against his hand, her lips sought his, as she reached up and stroked her hand over his stubbled cheek, murmuring contentedly against his mouth, "Mmm, I just love waking up with you."
Although he'd come to realize that he just plain loved her, waking with her hot little body ready and willing in his arms was like icing on an already pretty damned delectable cake. His thick heavy morning wood aching to fill her, Clark cupped her sweet ass giving it a squeeze, and reaching lower, he lifted her thigh over his hip till she was spread open nice and wide, just the way he wanted her.
And just from the incredible sensation of pushing his cock inside her, his eyes actually rolled back in his head. There was no denying it. Nothing had ever felt this good. Surrounded in all that tight heat, her inner muscles clenching as he flexed his hips and filled her - damn, it was like the best thing he'd ever felt. But the tightness in his chest as he gazed at her looking all flushed and so damn sexy, told him this wasn't just sex anymore with her, somehow things had changed between them, and it had become so much more.
And the feel of her hot little tongue trailing a path up his neck to his ear, had him groaning. Fuck. Talk about paradise. He'd definitely found it with her. Sliding his cock into her slick little pussy was like slipping into heaven. Insanely tight and hot, it always felt so amazing with her - every fucking time.
Rubbing a teasing little circle around her clit with this thumb to help get her off, he picked up his pace and really began to pummel her, slamming his eyes shut as a wave of mind-numbing bliss washed through him. Feeling himself exploding inside her like the craziest fireworks ever; he took her mouth in a fiery kiss as he thrust in deep and froze. His cock pulsing hard with his release, he watched her quivering every bit as hard, actually shaking in his arms as she came. Holding her tight, pressing his lips to her cheek, both of them panted breathlessly as their hearts nearly beat out of their chests. Skin to skin, buried in her nice and deep, smiling at how gorgeous she looked all flushed and sated, Clark thought if this was how he eventually met his end, he'd be okay with it, because he couldn't imagine a more perfect way to go.
But when she tipped her head and looked into his eyes, smiling that wicked little grin of hers, he'd already come to know meant trouble, and then tried pushing him onto his back for a little extra bit of fun, as much as he'd have loved to linger in bed with her a while longer, and of course play some more, especially to discover what she had in mind, he knew they had to stop. They had a junk trip to take, with friends waiting, so one of them had to be strong. And unfortunately, it was him. Smiling up at her pretty face, he shook his head back and forth, letting her know it wasn't going to happen. Chuckling at the way she wrinkled her cute little nose, playfully pouting her disappointment even as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her hard. God, she had to be the sweetest woman alive.
Rolling her onto her back and then getting to his feet and picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he loved the feel of her laughing against him, especially with the comical way she squealed in protest when he gave her ass a little smack, telling her, "Time for a shower, my little sex kitten. Remember we've got people waiting for us, so it's time we got ready to go."
Running her hands down all those nice tight muscles on his back, Jamie tried her damndest to reach down far enough to paddle his ass right back, but he was just too quick, depositing on her feet in his bathroom before she got a chance to retaliate. Grinning at her, knowing what she was up to, Clark reached in and turned on the shower then tipping up her face, he kissed her, telling her, "Don't worry. We can always take up where we left off later. And you'll get your chance."
Jamie narrowed her eyes, slowly nodding. Now she was counting on it. But watching her plot her revenge, all he did was laugh and pull her into the shower so he could have the pleasure of washing her from top to bottom - especially looking forward to running his soapy hands over her lush, toned little bottom, oh - and of course those perfect perky tits.
God, she really did have the best body ever.
Later, once they'd driven across the island to Aberdeen Harbor, Jamie's eyes went big when Clark walked her along the dock to the huge white luxury yacht moored beside so many others just like it. Staring up wide-eyed at the hulking white vessel, gleaming in the bright morning sun, waving her hand at it, she said, "I thought you told me we were taking a
junk
trip. I was expecting some kind of little sampan thing with sails, not a monster of a thing like this."
"In Hong Kong, lots of boats are called junks," Clark explained with a casual shrug. "And this is my junk." Jamie grinned and looked around him to get a look at the junk in his jeans making him laugh as she wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.
Chuckling, at her antics and shaking his head, he said, "Come on, you," taking her by the hand and leading her up the ladder onto his boat.
Once onboard, he took a moment to introduce her to Tao, a middle aged man with a delightfully engaging smile who Clark explained would be piloting them around for the day from his post at the helm on the upper deck. Then Clark shot a smile as Luis, a wiry young man coming bounding up the steps from down below. "Hey, Luis, we have everything we need?" Clark asked him.
Luis nodded, sounding slightly breathless, undoubtedly from all the last minute running around he'd been doing to prepare for Clark's guests. "Yes," he said, "and Marcus is busy working on lunch. So everything's good."
After being introduced to him, too, Jaime looked around the deck, scattered with chairs, imagining there'd be lots of people joining them. Never having been on anything so big or luxurious, it occurred to her just how wealthy Clark really was. Although he didn't act like so many of her other well-to-do clients, with their noses in the air, there was no escaping the fact he travelled in very different circles than she did.
Way, way
different circles, since she was still getting back on her feet after having been swindled by that creep David she'd been foolish enough to get involved with. And a tiny part of her began to wonder if she even belonged with him.
