Across the Ocean by Heather Sosbee Page B

in on those memories. You can do that when you’re drunk, you know.
    Remembering his hand cupping my breast, my own hand lifts to mimic my memory. Trailing my fingertip slowly from my collarbone down to my breast, I let out a small huff of frustration.
    All of this vacation is just one big tease. I could really, really use an orgasm right about now. Everyone seems to be sleeping, going to sleep, or partying, so maybe I will just take care of things on my own. Plus, it’ll help me fall asleep.
    Pinching my left nipple briefly through my bra and tank top, I let go and my hand wanders leisurely down my stomach until I come to the edge of my lace panties. Closing my eyes, my fingertips inch under the elastic and inside. If I concentrate enough, I can pretend it ’s Ari touching me.
    I slide my fingers between my sensitive folds and am already wet. I brush lightly against my clit, and in my mind, Ari is the one touching me. His hand is eager to feel me, to pleasure me. I scissor my legs to kick the comforter down and lift both of my knees for better access while placing my feet flat against the bed. I’m already so turned on just from imagining his touch. He drives me crazy with desire.
    Rubbing in small, slow circles, I feel my orgasm begin to build steadily and I let my head fall back against the pillow. My mind wanders to Ari’s eyes and how hot they had burned while he touched me. I know he wants me as badly as I want him. His fingers know just where to touch me and how to please me.
    I ’m so wet already that when two of my fingers dip down, they easily slide inside. Pressing the palm of my hand against my clit, my mind pictures Ari standing over me, his fingers inside of me. His mouth is on my nipples, sucking and biting. My fingers begin fucking at a slow pace, stroking inside my wet heat, building my pleasure against my clit and g-spot.
    My breathing has turned into panting, and I ’m trying to remember that I can’t make any sounds since there are people sleeping on the other side of the wall next to my pull-out bed. My other hand comes up to my mouth, and I bite lightly on the back of my wrist to keep quiet as my fingers are moving faster, working me into a frenzy.
    “Oh, fuck.”
    I freeze. My eyes fly open and I look up. Ari is standing there with no shirt on, and only a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms. My mouth hangs wide open in shock, as his eyes glitter with a mixture of surprise and heat. Awash with sudden nostalgia, my mind immediately flies back to many years ago when he touched himself for my viewing pleasure. How much I enjoyed it, and how much I know he’ll enjoy watching me.
    I can immediately see that he is hard and straining through his pants. I’m guessing he had been on his way to the bathroom and couldn’t help but see the show I was putting on.
    Strangely though, I ’m not shy. Not with Ari. I don’t see how this is any different or less sexy from what he did for me. I don’t even see a reason why I should stop what I’m doing. There are really only three options here. He can either: leave, watch, or participate. One way or another, I’m getting an orgasm.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
    There is just something about Ari that gets my blood hotter and flowing faster than it already was. He is standing in the hallway but I want him closer, so much closer. I want him to watch me. I’m dying for him to put his hands on me, his lips, and his tongue. A fleeting thought passes me and I really, really hope that Lára is fast asleep. My dark side is shining tonight and she’s going to get a little dirty.
    Very deliberately, I lift my unoccupied right hand, and move it to cup my right breast through my bra, rubbing in circles around my nipple. Biting my lower lip, my eyes lock with his. I want him to know that this is just for him.
    Not removing my underwear, I continue slowly rubbing my clit, my eyes still watching him. He takes a step toward me, almost involuntarily, and then another. Soon he