“We will begin with kissing,” I say gruffly, lifting her out of the water, making her tuck her injured leg gently into my waist. “I will massage your injured leg while our mouths are mating, so it doesn’t get stiff.” I tilt my hips and watch her pupils expand in the moonlight. “I’m stiff enough for both of us, Darla.”
“I noticed.” To my delight and astonishment, she leans closer, burying her nose in my throat and inhaling, rubbing her mouth against my unruly pulse. “I can’t figure out why I’m so comfortable with you. You’re a naked stranger on the beach. I didn’t even drink the glass of wine my mother let me order at dinner. It tasted gross. So I can’t be drunk. And did I mention I’m a virgin?” She moans as my palms roughen the ripe flesh of her ass, my shaft pulsing, elongating over the supple quality of those soft, tight cheeks. My fucking obsession, this butt. “I’m a virginandyou’re so much bigger than me. Is this…okay? How old are you?”
I’m so lost in the weight of her, the exquisite feel of her curves against my steel, I don’t consider my answer. “I don’t know. We don’t count these things where I am from.”
“Where are you from?”
Fuck. “Far away.”
“Like…Florida?”
“Yes. Florida.”
Her puzzlement is interrupted by another shout of her name by that pipsqueak. “Darla?”
“I do not like him saying your name.” Possessiveness rises inside of me like the tide. “I want to be alone, so I can take off this bathing suit, find your hole and—”
“Virgin, Moby.”
“What is a virgin?” I growl through my teeth, my tongue bathing her neck. Climbing to her ear. All while I tug, tug, tug her little sex up against my erection.
She hides her beautiful face in my neck. “I’ve never been with a man.”
“Never been mated?” I ask, holding my breath.
“No.”
Possessiveness rules me instantly. It blackens my vision and tears my stomach apart with need. “And this pipsqueak thinks he’ll be the one?”
“That’s why I need you to kiss me.”
No more words are exchanged. My mouth drags across and upward, molding our lips together while she whimpers. We absorb each other’s breath and again, I move on instinct, because I’ve never kissed a human, obviously, but my body knows, my heart and brain and soul knows damn well that my tongue belongs in that hot, moist little mouth, so that’s where it goes, raking up and back, revolving around her shy tongue until she pulls on my hair and cries out, letting me take the kiss deeper, my long fingers tucking into the back of her bathing suitbottom, gripping her bottom. Exploring the place in between with a slow swipe of my fingertip, my cock shooting up straighter than an arrow when I find a breach.
Atightone.Oh, fucking hell!DEAR GOD.
I can’t even imagine the pressure that hole would fashion around my cock.
How her butt would shake every time I pounded into her.
My mouth consumes her with an intensity I’m trying to temper, but I can’t. Wanting to soothe her, to remind her that I might be needful, but I’m also thoughtful, I remove my right hand from her backside and massage her scarred leg, my heart giving a mighty jolt when she mewls her gratitude.
“That feels nice.”
“Good.”
“Darla!” Pipsqueak exclaims from the beach—and it’s obvious he’s finally spotted us, and I don’t give a fuck. In the ocean, creatures do not bother with privacy when mating, and I would gladly give her my sperm her right here and now to drive him away once and for all, away from my Darla, but Darla buries her hot face in my neck and that tells me she doesn’t want an audience when we rut for the first time. “Darla, who is that man?” Leonardo yells. “You come up to this beach right this instant. Your daddy is looking for you!”
“Daddy. He means your father?”
“Yes,” she whispers, still sipping at my lips, like she can’t help it. I like that notion very much. “But I’m eighteen, which no one seems to remember. And I don’t want to answer to my daddy anymore.”
“Who do you want to answer to?”
“Myself.”
I use my thumb to keep her knee from stiffening, rubbing the scarred flesh in circles. “Perhaps you need a Daddy for somethings. Like keeping away unworthy boys and making sure this little mouth gets kissed right.”
“That’s what you’re doing,” she breathes, awed.
