She kisses me.
Not tentative. Not careful. She kisses me like she's been thinking about it as much as I have, like she's as desperate and wild and hungry as I am.
I groan into her mouth, hands finding her waist, sliding up her ribs, learning the shape of her.
Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I walk us deeper, needing the water to support us because my knees are about to give out.
“God,” I breathe against her lips. “You're delicious. I can't get enough of you already.”
“Good. You know how I feel.”
I kiss down her jaw, her neck, feeling her pulse racing under my tongue. My hands span her waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her bikini top, and she arches into my touch.
“Love that. Don't stop.” She gasps on the last word.
“Impossible now.” My hand is already sliding lower, over the plane of her stomach, feeling her muscles jump.
“You giving me the all clear?” I ask.
“Yes.Please.”
That desperate, breathy plea destroys the last of my control.
My thumb skims the edge of her bikini bottom, tracing the line where fabric meets skin. She whimpers, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“You're so soft. Feel like silk. Just like I knew you would.”
She whimpers, head dropping back. “Spence—oh god.”
I push beneath the fabric and circle her clit slowly, watching her face, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her grip me harder.
Her head falls back, and I kiss her exposed throat, tasting chlorine and the pheromones that are drugging me.
For a beat, I slowly touch her, my lungs seizing, my pulse pounding everywhere. Especially through my shaft.
“Look at me,” I command roughly. “I want your eyes on me when part of me is inside you for the first time.”
She whispers, breathy, throat working. “I love the way you talk to me when you touch me.”
Good.She's perfect for me. I love vocalizing my desires, my thoughts to her. Can't stop myself.
Beautiful. Pupils dilating more and more, lips swollen from my kisses.
“That's it, sweetheart. Stay with me. When we're together, your eyes are on me. I want you to know who is loving your body.”
“I'm here, all of me.”
Those words rock me.
I increase the pressure slightly, slipping the tip of my middle finger into her heat, working it side to side to press into her tight-as-fuck entrance.
“God, woman. You feel so fucking good. You're going to choke the hell out of my cock when I take you.”
Her whole body shudders. She's close. So close I can feel it in the way she's trembling, the way her breathing has gone ragged.
“I'm going to make you come, beautiful.”
“IhopeI can?—”
