“Your eyes are like a door to a home. Not to a house, but a home. They bring others comfort. It’s like as long as I’m looking at you, I know I’m not lost.”
I suck in a breath, but he doesn’t let me speak before he continues. “It sounds a little fatuous, but it’s true. I dreamed about them for entirely too long these past two years. I wish I would have just taken a picture, because my memory didn’t do them justice.”
This is too much, too many compliments all at once, and what am I supposed to say? So instead, I close the tiny space between us and kiss him.
His lips are full and wet. They taste like mint and sea salt, and they touch mine effortlessly, just like he dances. Just like he talks.
His lips leave a tingling sensation behind and heat surging through my body, warming me up completely.
Cold water where? Not here, where his dick grows hard and my insides are on fire. A single kiss, and I’m bursting.
I’m unraveling in his arms with his lips on mine, and I don’t want this to end. For a split second, as he licks and kisses and sucks my tongue into his mouth, I forget we’re in the water, I forget he leaves tonight, forget I won’t see him again. I allow myself to forget it all and just kiss him.
His hands squeeze my ass, lifting me slightly. In another life, Hailey wouldn’t even consider letting him have his way with me here, but in this life, Hailey is all for this living in the moment shit.
I slide his hand up my ass and over my sex, right where I want him to touch. Right where I want him to make me feel it all. He smiles against my mouth, and I bite his lower lip.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks.
“I think I might die if you don’t make me come in the next three minutes,” I sass, hoping it will earn me one of his deep chuckles . . . and it does.
“I don’t need three minutes to make you come.” With those words, he slides his fingers against my clit, and I hiss at the contact. All the pent up angst and want from months are right at the surface. I’m so needy and ready to combust; he’s right: it won’t take me long.
He peppers kisses down my neck, urging me up with his hand so my breast lands near his mouth. He opens and takes all of me into it, biting gently and pulling a moan from my lips. I yank at the fabric, and with a tearing sound, I pull it over my breast, giving him full access.
“I thought this was an expensive dress,” he says against my nipple, making it harden immediately. Balancing on my knees with his fingers buried inside me with the waves crashing onshore moving us side to side proves to either be harder than a work out, or I’m extremely out of shape.
“I thought you said you could buy me three of them.”
“Fuck the dress,” he says, lowering the fabric further and bringing his lips to my nipple. My back arches against his touch, welcoming his tongue and his teeth as he licks and bites the sensitive skin.
I grind against his hand and pull his head closer to me. I’m chasing this with all I have, because I want to feel good with his touch. I want to feel good with his mouth on me. I want to come undone, right here, and I want him to do it.Now.
He bites my nipple hard, the sting making me hiss, but he immediately sucks it into his mouth, soothing the pain. He slides another finger in, stuffing me so full but allowing a few seconds for me to stretch around them before pumping in and out. I pull my dress down over my other breast, a wordless invitation for him to give the attention it needs.
I look down at him, at this man smiling up at me, the lust behind his eyes not lost on me. I feel so powerful under his touch, like I can do it all when he looks at me this way.
“I love that you’re so needy for me,” he says, crawling his lips to my other breast and showing me the red mark on the other one. I can barely see anything with just the moon and the distant fireworks illuminating the space, but I can definitely see the bite marks and the small spots that will surely bruise tomorrow.
“And I thought you were going to make me come in less than three minutes.”
I see it, the moment it clicks. The hunger, the lust, the want, theneedto stay true to his words. His mouth lowers to my other nipple, and he repeats the same process. Kissing, licking, biting, sucking my entire breast while pumping his fingers in and out. I’m so close, but this feels so good, I want it to last forever.
“Let go, Hailey,” he whispers against my breast, and I shake my head. He bites on my nipple harder.
“Asher!” I scream his name, so loud, I’m sure every single beach house heard it. He licks my nipple again, and I hiss but won’t let go. I squeeze my inner walls tighter, and he groans against my skin. I want his dick so bad—his fingers are not going to make it work.
“I know you want my dick baby, I feel you trying to tease it, but my condoms are in the car, and I won’t fuck you bare.” Our eyes clash, the need, lust, and want mirroring each other. “Not like this. So please, give it to me so we can go to the hotel room and I can fuck that sassy mouth and your tight little cunt.”
I gasp. God, he knows my body so well. He’s either a fucking expert, or I’m easier to read than an open book.
“Tell me what will do it.” His breathing is as erratic as mine, like he’s desperate to make me come. “You look so pretty when you come, and with the stars above us and surrounded by my favorite thing, I want to see it again.”
“Touch my clit while you bite me,” I whisper. Fuck, I’ve never openly asked for what I want before, but damn, if it doesn’t feel good. His eyes widen before he dives, mouth first, into my neck, biting hard like a damn ocean cowboy vampire.
“Yes,” I moan, breathy and needy andhis.
He shifts his hand, his thumb pressing against my clit while three of his fingers stretch me. He moves them in and out in a curve, touching a spot that makes my entire body shake. And then, he bites my nipple; it hurts so fucking bad that it feels good. I pull gently at his hair and come down from my high right on his hand.
