Chapter Eight

Dylan

I can barely keep my hands off Caress as we make our way back to my cabin. The sway of her hips in that Navy dress is hypnotic. Our eyes meet, and electricity crackles between us.

“Someone’s eager,” Caress teases, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“You have no idea,” I growl softly. My gaze catches on Infinity’s signature ice cream shop up ahead. Perfect. “Hey, why don’t you go on to my cabin? I’ll grab us a little something extra.”

Caress arches an eyebrow. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

A shiver runs through her body. I press the cabin key into her palm, my fingers lingering. “Five minutes. Be ready for me.”

Caress pouts playfully. “And if I’m not?”

Unable to resist, I run my tongue along the shell of her ear. She whimpers softly, the sound shooting straight to my groin. “Oh, you will be,” I murmur. “Naked. Legs spread. Don’t make me wait.”

With a swift smack to her ass that makes her gasp, I turn and stride toward the ice cream shop. My mind races with possibilities. After years of dancing around each other, tiptoeing the line between boss and employee, friend and lover, I can finally show Caress exactly how I feel. No more holding back.

Six minutes later, I enter my cabin, Perhaps in hand. The sight before me stops me in my tracks. Caress lies on the bed, the sheet barely covering her curves. As our eyes lock, she slowly pushes it aside and spreads her legs, giving me a tantalizing view.

“Took you long enough,” she purrs.

I drink her in hungrily, hardly believing this moment is real. “Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I breathe as I move to set the Perhaps in the mini-freezer, grateful that I was able to get a few in individual wrappers.

I start stripping, never taking my eyes off her. Caress watches intently, biting her lower lip as I reveal more skin. When I finally slide off my boxers, her gaze fixates on my erect cock.

“Like what you see?” I ask, voice husky with desire.

Caress nods, a blush coloring her cheeks. “God, yes.”

I climb onto the bed, hovering over her. “Good. Because I plan on savoring every inch of you.”

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as I retrieve one of the cherry-flavored Perhaps, and my coffee mug before returning to the bed. Her eyes are dark with desire, a look I’ve dreamed about for far too long.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a while now,” I admit, my voice low and husky as I return to the bed. “And I intend to make every second count.”

I unwrap the Popsicle, the plastic crinkling in the charged silence between us. Slowly, I remove it from the wrapper, draining melted liquid into my mouth before lowering the rest of the ice pop to Caress’s right nipple. She whimpers at the contact, her back arching slightly.

“Too cold?” I ask, immediately pulling back.

Caress shakes her head, her breath coming in quick pants. “No, it’s… it’s good.”

Grinning, I replace the Popsicle with my mouth, my tongue swirling around her hardened peak. “You know,” I murmur against her skin, “I’ve always wanted to take your cherry.”

A breathy laugh escapes her. “That was terrible, Dylan.”

“Maybe,” I concede, “but it made you smile.”

I lean back, trailing the Popsicle along her skin. The contrast of the cold treat against her warm flesh makes her shiver. I explore her body, paying close attention to how she reacts as I trace her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her breasts.

“Dylan,” she gasps as I run the Popsicle along her inner thigh.

“Tell me what you like, Caress,” I urge, adjusting my movements based on her responses. “I want to learn every inch of you.”

Her eyes meet mine, vulnerability and trust shining in their depths. “I like… I like feeling your hands on me. The Popsicle is nice, but… I want to feel you.”

I set the Popsicle into the coffee mug, replacing it with my fingertips. As I caress her skin, I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together. “Is this what you wanted?”

Caress nods, her hands reaching for me. “It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”

I capture her lips with mine, the lingering coolness from the Popsicle creating a tingling sensation as our tongues dance. My hands roam her body, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer touches. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck.

“God, Caress,” I breathe against her skin. “You’re incredible.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair as I reach for whats left of the ice pop. It’s lasting longing than I initially expected. I make my way down her body, this time using my hand along with the Popsicle to soothe the cold with the warmth of my touch. I pause at her breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple before continuing my journey south. The Popsicle starts to melt, leaving a glistening trail on her skin. I follow it with my tongue, savoring the sweet cherry flavor mixed with the saltiness of her sweat.

As I reach her navel, I glance up, meeting her eyes. “Is this okay?”

Caress nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Please, Dylan. Don’t stop.”

I settle between her thighs, my heart pounding with anticipation. Gently, I run the Popsicle along her pussy lips, watching as she squirms at the sensation. I alternate between the cold treat and my warm breath, creating a contrast that has her gasping.

“Dylan,” she whimpers, her hips lifting slightly off the bed.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, finally thrusting the Popsicle into her wet opening and covering her clit with my mouth, sucking gently as I thrust the makeshift toy. I take my time, exploring every fold and crevice, learning what makes her moan and what makes her cry out, easing the Popsicle back into her pussy each time her walls begin to slide it back out. It’s melting fast but lasting long enough to get the job done.

Caress’s fingers tighten in my hair as she nears her peak. I double my efforts, determined to bring her the pleasure she deserves.

“Dylan,” she cries out. “I’m… I’m…”I hum against her clit, the vibration sending her over the edge. As she comes undone, I can’t help but think that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

I ease back, my eyes never leaving Caress’s flushed face as I remove the Popsicle stick. A surge of pride rushes through me at the sight of her trembling form, her chest heaving with each breath.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I bring the Popsicle stick to my lips, sucking it slowly while maintaining eye contact. The taste of her mingles with the residue of cherry flavor, and I savor it, committing this moment to memory. “Did you enjoy that?” My voice is still husky with desire.

Caress nods, her blue eyes dark with passion. “More than I can say.”I smile, feeling a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

“Good. I’ll be right back.” As I walk to the bathroom, I can feel her gaze on me. I dispose of the Popsicle stick and grab a condom from my toiletry bag. My hand shakes slightly as I return to the bedroom, and I pause at the foot of the bed.

“Caress,” I say softly, holding up the condom. “There’s still time to change your mind. We don’t have to go any further if you’re not comfortable.”

I hold my breath, waiting for her response. Part of me hopes she’ll say yes, while another part dreads the possibility of rejection. But more than anything, I want her to feel safe and in control.