“Understood,” he says with a bow.
I keep my eyes on Maya as he leaves. She’s swimming in the ocean, diving under the gentle waves, and enjoying the warm crystal clear water.
Finally, the waiter disappears and we’re alone once again.
I feel like a shark as I walk into the water, my ravenous eyes locked on my girl.
I want her.
Every last inch of her.
I want to devour her whole.
And make her scream in bliss while I do it.
“Is that your parents?” I ask when Maya gets a text on her phone.
“Yeah,” she says as she fires a text back. “They got on a plane home. Everyone did. Well, except the groom and his buddies. They’re probably at the resort getting drunk and hitting on random girls.”
I’m so happy she’s not over there. I want her right where I can see her. Right where I know she’s safe.
This possessive side of me is unexpected and shocking. I didn’t realize I’d be as primal as a caveman when it came tomy soulmate. But at the same time, it feels so natural. How could I not be obsessed with keeping my girl secure?
We’re laying on the beach chairs on our private beach, half the pitcher of mojitos gone. The ice has melted in the bucket, but it’s still cool and refreshing to drink.
“So,” she says as she sits up and looks around. “You said this was a topless beach, right?”
I swallow hard as I stare at her, not wanting to do anything to scare her away from this line of thinking she’s got going on.
“It said that on the website,” I lie.
She bites her bottom lip as she looks around again, her cheeks all pink. My cock gets long and hard as she reaches for the knot on the back of her neck. “I don’t want to break any rules…”
My breath catches in my throat as I watch her slowly pull out the knot, her bikini top coming loose.
Fucking hell…
She pulls it off and those delicious round breasts tumble free, natural and spectacular. They’re more breathtaking than anything on this island. More breathtaking than anything I’ve ever seen before.
“Come here,” I say, waving her over. I can’t be apart from this girl any longer. I want her on me.
Her face stills as she gets up, those gorgeous tits swaying free, and she comes over to my beach chair. She sits beside me and I cup my hand on the back of her neck and pull her mouth down to mine.
She whimpers and moans into my mouth as I feel her naked breasts, squeezing and massaging them as my hard cock aches.
She touches my six-pack with a shy hand, but it gets bolder and more confident as she explores my body, running it over my chest and shoulders and jacked arms.
“Yes,” I whisper on her lips as she runs it along the waistband of my bathing suit. She slides a fingertip under thewaistband and then adds another and then another. My heart pounds as they push in further, her fingertips brushing the head of my cock, teasing me.
“Grab it,” I command in a dominant tone. “Wrap your hand around my cock, sweet girl. I want you to feel how hard you make me.”
She kisses me deeper, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she reaches in and grips my solid shaft. My whole body comes alive as she holds my hard cock with a firm grip, clenching and squeezing it like she’ll never let it go.
I pull my bathing suit down my muscular thighs as she begins to stroke me. How can one hand make my eyes roll in the back of my head? I don’t know, but she’s doing it.
She pulls her mouth away from mine and lets out a helpless whimper when she sees the size of me.
“How does my cock feel in your hand, sweet girl?”
