His palm travels lower, fingers dipping beneath the edge of my swimsuit bottom to curve around my ass. I gasp at the intimate touch, a shiver racing up my spine despite the tropical heat.
"Wait," I say, pressing a hand against his chest.
He immediately freezes. "Is everything okay? We can stop if—"
"No," I assure him quickly. "Everything's perfect. I just... I want to see your face. I want to look into your eyes."
Understanding dawns in his expression. He helps me shift around until I'm facing him properly, his hand returning to its previous position, now curving around my hip, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to explore.
This time, he doesn't hesitate. His fingers find their way between my legs, quickly discovering how wet I already am. I arch against his hand as he begins to stroke me, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
"Fuck, that feels good," I breathe, my voice trembling.
The sensation of Michael Morrison—my brilliant, demanding boss—touching me so intimately is almost more than I can process.
Emboldened by his response, I reach down and tug at his swim trunks.
"Take these off," I command softly. "I want to see all of you."
His eyebrows rise slightly at my boldness, but he complies, lifting his hips to push the trunks down and off. His cock springs free, thick and hard, even more impressive than I'd imagined during my most private fantasies.
"Oh my God," I gasp, momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of him.
A flicker of uncertainty crosses his face at my reaction. "We don't have to—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," I interrupt, wrapping my fingers around his length. "I want this. I want you."
His head falls back with a groan as I begin to stroke him, learning the feel of him, the weight, the way he responds to different pressures and rhythms. His fingers continue their own exploration, circling my clit, occasionally dipping inside me as if testing how ready I am.
The dual sensation—my hand on him, his fingers on me—is torture. I lean forward to kiss him again, deeper this time, hungrier. His free hand tangles in my hair, holding me close as our tongues dance.
Almost without conscious thought, I change my position, sliding down his body until my mouth is level with his cock. I look up at him through my lashes, making sure he's watching as I take him between my lips.
"Fuck, Elena," he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.
The taste of him, the weight on my tongue, the look of stunned pleasure on his face, it's all intoxicating. I take him deeper, letting saliva slick my movements as I work him with my mouth and hand together. Drops of spit trickle down my chin and onto the sand beneath us, but I don't care. All that matters is theway Michael is looking at me, like I'm performing some kind of miracle.
He continues touching me as I pleasure him, two fingers now sliding inside me. The angle is awkward but perfect, building pressure that makes my thighs tremble and my movements falter.
After several minutes of this, Michael gently pulls me off him.
"If you keep that up," he says, voice trembling, "this will be over much too soon."
He withdraws his fingers from me, and I make a small sound of protest at the loss.
"I think it's time to take this to the next level," he says, his eyes staring at mine.
"Yes," I breathe, beyond rational thought now. "Please, Michael. I need you inside me."
A smile curves his lips. Not his boardroom smile or his polite social smile, but something primal and possessive that I’ve never seen.
"With pleasure," he says, shifting our positions so I'm on my back on the beach blanket.
He moves over me, his body casting me in shadow as he settles between my spread thighs. I reach down to help guide him, impatient for the feeling of fullness I've craved for months.
As the head of his cock presses against my entrance, I wrap my hands around his ass, pulling him toward me, urging him deeper. "All of it," I demand. "I want all of you."
He obliges, pushing forward until he fills me completely. We both cry out at the sensation, the perfect fullness, the tight fit, the rightness of our bodies joining.
