Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Making quick work of stripping off her swimsuit, I spread her legs. I’m eager. Hasty. I want to do this before the fog of grief and fury lifts enough for her to change her mind. I’m already unzipping as I kiss the soft spot between her legs. My mark looks perfect just above it. I’m aching to trace the outline of that picture with my tongue, but I don’t want to call her attention to it. Not now. For now, I only want her to think about pleasure.
I dip my tongue inside, lapping her up. I’m on fire, but so is she. She arches her back when I suck. I tease enough to make her toss and moan without taking her over the edge. If she comes down from the high of a climax, she may push me away before I have a chance to get inside her. I lick and nip, making sure she’s lubricated, but she doesn’t need my help. She’s soaking wet for me.
Freeing my cock, I guide it to her opening and part her with the crest. She cries out, wrapping her legs around me. I don’t waste time. I surge forward, sliding deep. Five months. Five months since I had her, since I had relief. It’s the sweetest torture, but I rock inside her instead of thrusting, making this last.
My girl isn’t shy about showing me what she needs. She lifts her hips and takes me deeper. How hard her tight, hot pussy grips me almost makes me go out of my mind. I forget why we’re here. Or that I should use a condom. Almost. I try to pull out, but she locks her ankles behind my ass and wraps her arms around my neck. When her inner muscles squeeze my cock, I lose my shit.
I pump into her like a madman. Making a soft sound of frustration, she pushes on my shoulders. I pin her to the sand with both my movements and the advantage of my weight, taking care not to crush her, because there’s no way I’m letting her go. Until I understand what she wants.
When I let up, she pushes me over and straddles me. The sight of her sitting naked on my cock is so hot I forget to move. Her tanned body is toned. Sand sticks to her skin and her hair. Her breasts bounce gently as she takes over the rhythm, her pussy stretching to swallow my cock. I’m fixated by the sight. Mesmerized. When she wraps her fingers around the root of my cock, I nearly come then and there. It’s hot and dirty. Sacred. Us. Our moment.
She leans back, keeping her weight on one arm, and moans. Finally snapping out of it, I let loose. Her cries of pleasure echo in the cave. We’re crazed and desperate, but our movements are coordinated. We’re doing this dance so well. Our bodies are locked together, hers naked and mine clothed.
I follow her lead, quickening my pace. It’s impossible to hold back any longer. Not with five months in between. Taking advantage of her exposed position, I rub her clit. She goes over first, her hot, velvet pussy milking my cock as spasms contract her muscles. Her climax triggers mine. I palm her breasts, digging my fingers into the soft curves and holding on for life as I empty myself inside her. I’m delirious with pleasure, even when I’m done, dry-fucking her with a semi-hard cock.
Not willing it to end, I roll us over without pulling out and push her down on the sand with my body. Locking my hands around her wrists, I plant them next to her face and kiss her. This time, I’m not rushed. I want to explore the contours of her mouth. If I carry on kissing her, I’ll grow hard again. I can stay inside her, and we can keep on fucking in this cave where the outside world doesn’t have to exist. Just a little longer.
But reality is already seeping through the cracks. Turning her face to the side, she breaks the kiss. Even as I let her escape, I miss her taste. I pull back a little, giving her the distance she wants.
She looks at me with wide eyes and parted lips. “What have I done?”
I squeeze her wrists with a gentle warning. What we did is too sacred for regret. “The most natural thing in the world.”
Just like that, the heat evaporates from her gaze. We never stopped being angry. We only used our anger differently. I see the exact moment the shame sets in.
“Let me up,” she says, her voice shaky.
It goes against every grain of my being to let her go. Only the superhuman willpower I cultivated through the years allows me to unlock my fingers from her wrists. I sit up. We both look at where we’re joined. Her cheeks flush when I pull out and stand on my knees. My seed leaks down her thighs. So dirty. So pretty. The sight sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me.