We were breathless in seconds. I only wore some sweatpants that belonged to Zephyr since he’d been disgusted at the idea of letting me borrow some of his underwear. Skye was in some tiny shorts and a t-shirt. It would be so easy to push those shorts aside, free my dick and slam into her.
“I want to go to the beach,” Skye breathed. Her pupils were dilated, her silver eyes flicking from my face down my chest, no doubt having the same idea about fucking.
“The beach?” I questioned.Ialmost pouted.
There would bepeopleat the beach. No privacy for fucking or sucking or anything else exciting like I had in mind.
“It’s a private beach,” Skye explained, practically reading my mind. “No one will be there but us.”
I could have purred. I leaned down, nuzzling against her cheek and smiling as she giggled. “Good. I have plans of my own.”
“Oh really?” Skye asked.
“If I fuck you in the sand, would you be able to…” I waved my hand around, “Use your affinity to get the sand off of us?”
Skye choked out a laugh. “Probably.”
I grinned. “Perfect. Now can we have breakfast?”
“Sure, if you’re hungry–oh, my God!”
I slid down Skye’s body as fast as possible, gripping her little shorts and all but ripping them off. “This is all I want,” I said, impossiblyclose to coming just at the sight of Skye’s pretty pussy. My mouth watered. “I’ll get you something later.”
“I don’t want your dick for breakfast,” Skye said flatly, then arched her back with a sharp moan as I took my first, slow lick.
It’d been too long. I’d missed her taste.
I hissed as Skye’s hands found their way into my hair, then tightened and pulled just the way I liked.
“I didn’t say stop,” Skye panted.
I grinned, then dove back in.
I loved when Skye was in charge. I also loved when she was a little mean to me, mostly because I knew it wasn’t real. It was like a game we played. It made me want to try harder, to do better, just to get her approval.
Skye tugged on my hair again, and I refocused on my task: pleasing her.
She cried out as I latched onto her clit. I groaned before taking my tongue lower, spearing into her opening as far as I could. She liked that a lot. I noted every change of her breathing, what made her squirm, what made her whine.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped. “Keep going.”
I hummed so I didn’t have to pull back to reply, and Skye whimpered. Her hips thrust against me, and I didn’t even try to hold her still. It was like she was testing me, wanting me to really work for it.
“Aiden,” Skye gasped. “I–”
She cut off with a loud cry, holding me tight against her while she bowed off the bed. I laughed, keeping up my pace and eagerly lapping at her. I didn’t stop even as she whined, tossing her hips harder in an attempt to shake me off.
I laughed harder as I suddenly lurched back, almost tumbling off the bed before an invisible force caught me and pushed me face-first onto the covers.
“You brat,” Skye said breathlessly. I laughed again as the same invisible force swatted at my ass. I lifted my head to find Skye completely wrecked, her hairline damp with sweat and her cheeks flushed pink.
Her affinity felt like a knee on my back, and I only grinned at herlike a total masochist. Skye huffed a laugh before letting me go. I climbed on top of her, careful to keep my weight off while her breathing was still heavy.
“Not a brat,” I mumbled before I kissed her.
“My brat,” she said between kisses, tugging the back of my hair just a bit to be playful. “Should I touch you now, angel?”
I shook my head, and Skye looked surprised. “Touch me on the beach. I have a fantasy to fulfill.”
