I spread her open with my thumbs and drag my tongue through her folds. Whatever she was going to say dissolves into a cry that echoes off the mountains.
Christ, she tastes good. Sweet and musky and absolutely addictive. I’ve been thinking about this since the night of the storm, when I got my first taste and had to stop before I was ready. Now there’s nothing stopping me. No interruptions. No excuses. Just her pussy and my mouth and all the time in the world.
“So wet for me.” I circle her clit with my tongue, feeling her thighs tremble on either side of my head. “This pretty pussy’s been waiting, hasn’t it? Been aching for me to take care of it.”
“Yes! God, yes! Only you.”
Sliding two fingers inside her, I curl them to find the spot that makes her keen. I work her with my mouth until she’s thrashing against the blanket. Her hands find my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. I groan against her because I love it. Love that she’s losing control. Love that I’m the one making her fall apart.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my face. Take what you need.”
Her hips buck against me, chasing the pressure. I give her everything. Faster. Harder. My fingers pump while my tongue works her clit in tight circles. She’s close—I can feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers, the way her breath comes in sharp little sobs.
“Come for me,” I growl against her. “Let go. Want to feel this pussy squeeze my fingers while you scream my name.”
“Daniel!”
She shatters.
Her whole body arches off the blanket, her cry ringing out across the water. I work her through it with my mouth and my hands until she’s shaking and gasping and pushing weakly at my head.
“Too much—I can’t?—”
“You can.” I press a soft kiss to her oversensitive clit, making her jolt. “And you will. But this time, I want to feel you come apart around my cock.”
I kiss my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my tongue when I claim her mouth. She moans into the kiss, her hands sliding down my back to shove at my swim trunks.
“Need you inside me.” She’s breathless, desperate, her nails raking down my spine. “Now, Daniel. Please.”
I kick off the trunks and settle between her thighs, my cock so hard it aches. The head nudges against her entrance, and we both go still.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes find mine. Hazy with pleasure but present. Here. With me.
“I love you.” The words come out raw, unplanned, ripped from somewhere deep in my chest. “I know I shouldn’t say it yet. I know it’s too fast. But I can’t be inside you without you knowing?—”
“I love you too.”
My heart stops. Restarts. Slams against my ribs.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” Her hands come up to cup my face, her thumbs tracing my cheekbones. “I love you, Daniel. I should’ve said it during the storm. I was just scared.”
“And now?”
“Still scared.” She pulls me down for a kiss, soft and sweet and full of promise. “But I’m done letting fear make my decisions.”
I push inside her.
We both groan at the sensation—her tight heat gripping me, pulling me deeper, like her body was made to take me. I hold still for a moment, breathing through the overwhelming urge to move, to take, to claim.
“You okay?”
“More than okay, but”—she huffs out a breath—“give me a minute.”
Every muscle locks as my forehead drops to hers. “Of course.” My thumb brushes her cheek, slow and grounding. “We’ve got all the time you need.”
