Chapter Twenty-Five
Alessandra
I was full in a matter of seconds after I gave him what I knew he wanted to hear.
We groaned in unison, both of us overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me to the hilt.
“Oh, God, Joel. Move.” It was a matter of life or death.
“Whatever my girl wants. Jesus Christ, you’re gripping the shit out of me.” He breathed in and out, and pulled out then pumped back in. Yes! I knew we wouldn’t have much more time in the water when it came to lubrication, even though I was soaked, the ocean would wash away all evidence of that. But he was getting me there, God was he getting me there.
His fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me up and slammed me down on his cock. All I could do was grip the board for dear life.
“So perfect,” he groaned, and then his lips sought out mine. Without thinking, I abandoned the board and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my nails digging in deep.
He hissed from the pain, but it only made him fuck me harder, hitting just the spot I needed.
“Oh, please keep going, right there. Ah! Oh!” I was about to lose it. The water was just as restless around us as he nailed into me.
His teeth nipped at my opened lips.
“Come for me,” he growled and moved his head from my lips to my neck, burying himself in there, kissing me, biting the sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck!” I groaned. My eyes found the moon above me, and I felt like I was there, floating with stars.
Joel pushed harder and chased down his own release. His groan of pure ecstasy made me shudder, feeling like another orgasm was on the horizon.
“Alessandra,” he moaned, and I grabbed his head, pulling his lips back to mine, needing to breath in his moans, filling my lungs with his pleasure.
He stood there, holding me in his arms, my board pulling against the tether to my ankle. His silence began to concern me.
“You okay?”
“Never letting you go, Lips.”
I curled my body into his, feeling safe, and knew he would treat me with care in every way I needed him to.
Despite the change in weight, he walked us out of the water, his cock still inside me. I reached down to untie the Velcro tether from the board, leaving the board in the sand. I’d make Joel replace it, if it went back out to sea.
We had more important things to take care of.
“Bed?” I panted as he walked up the porch, his still-hard cock hitting me deep with each step.
“Nope. The hammock.” He sat down and lay back, with me straddled on top of him. Time for round two. We quickly got rid of our wet clothing and became a tangled, naked mess.
“You really can’t go again, can you?” I asked, feeling a little amazed that his dick hadn’t truly softened.
“Told you there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do.” He smirked, looking every bit the cocky asshole that made me fall for him.
Slowly I dragged myself up his cock and slammed back down, riding him, with the sway of the hammock helping me.
His hands moved up and down my back, feeling my skin, driving my senses wild.
My legs were burning from the workout, but it was so worth it. His mouth reached up and grabbed hold of my nipple, sucking and teasing. My head fell back with a hearty moan.
I can’t believe I wasted time fighting this.
The more he gripped me with his hands and mouth, the closer I got. My pace quickened, and I started to wiggle back and forth, over and over. Every movement rubbed my clit, and pressed his dick right where I needed it.
