Standing, I pull her up after me, leading her away from the strip. All the tourists hang out on the strip to drink or crack some seafood. We need to get the hell off the strip, towards the beach where we belong. Because I cannot wait to get her home to do what everything in me is begging me to do.
Rushing her to an alcove of rocks and sand beneath a bridge, I pin her against the cool, damp wood. I take a minute to catch my breath. Just because I am struggling to contain my need. It’s always bad with her, but it has never, ever been this strong, this powerful.
“Take your panties off,” I tell her, even as I reach out to swipe her skirt open, the long slit down the side granting me easy access. Good thing for us both, she doesn’t hesitate to obey me. Dropping her panties to her thighs, she kicks her feet in the sand, letting the panties hit the ground.
“That’s my girl,” I hum, staring at the perfect pussy bared between her thick thighs. “Pull the top down. I want to see your pretty tits, baby.”
Dropping to the sand, I wait for her to obey, my cock jerking as she does, her soft, pert tits spilling out of her little top. Reaching up, I pluck at the left one, my mouth closing over the right. Kiera moans, holding my head to her as I suckle at the nipple, scrapping my teeth over the swollen bud.
“So goddamn hot,” I whisper to the deep valley between her tits. I lick her there, then move to suck at the other nipple.
My other hand slides up her thigh now, pulling it up on my shoulder. It pushes her back against the wall, bringing her pussy right to my mouth. I grunt as I watch it glisten with her wetness in the moonlight. Tearing my mouth off her tit, I dive right in, sucking her whole cunt into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her thighs shaking before I even slide my tongue inside her. “Baby...I’m.... I’m going to come,” she pants, so I bite at her clit, sending a little pain through her as Ipull back.
“No. Not until you’re stuffed with my cock,” I growl, standing, pushing at my shorts and yanking her against me in one fluid move. My gaze drops to her pussy as I lift her and slam inside her, my thick cock spreading her tiny cunt wide open. It is so fucking hot, I almost blow the second that pretty pussy chokes my cock. “Such a greedy pussy, baby. You want to come so bad. You’re going to say it first. Not coming on my tongue or my cock until you do.”
To show her what I will hold back from her, I pound into her a few times. It’s so damn good. It’s better than riding the highest wave of my life. Not even fucking close. I pull out slow and slam back in hard, loving the needy little gasp she gives me. I do it again, then I draw out of her, watching her shake.
“Please, please,” she begs me, her leg hooked on my hip, trying to drag me back inside her. I refuse, shaking my head at her with a dark grin.
“Say it first,” I demand, rubbing the crown of my shaft against her clit. I love watching her need me, love how her silky skin goes pink, how swollen her nipples get, how wet and tight her pussy gets. “Then you get to come on my cock. Not until I hear it. You need to say it, baby,” I demand, fisting her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her gaze to mine.
“Killian...please, please,” she pants, shaking her head. Lifting her hips again, she rubs herself against me greedily. “Please, yes, I love you. I love you, baby. Oh, oh, yes, baby, fuck.... yes,” she shouts as I slam inside of her, feeling her come as soon as I sink balls deep inside of her.
“Fuck, yes,” I grit my teeth, stilling inside her as her tight pussy chokes my cock with her pulsing climax. Pleasure builds in from my tailbone, racing up my spine, hotter and heavier than any orgasm I have ever felt. Dropping my brow to hers, I brush my mouth over hers as I pump my hips, jerking inside of her. “Ilove you. I fucking love you. Kiera, baby, I love you so much.”
I almost go to my knees as I rock against her, pushing deeper and deeper, her sweet mouth brushing against mine. “Yes. I love you, come for me. Come inside me, baby. I want it, I want it inside me. Fill me, Killian. Oh, yes, baby!”
“Fucking hell, I love you. I love how greedy you get for my cock. For my cum. It’s so fucking hot. You know I’m going to knock you up, don’t you, baby? I’m going to make my sweet girl a hot fucking MILF. Fuck, just thinking about you having my baby. Jesus, I am going to come again if you don’t stop milking my cock with your greedy pussy, baby,” I hiss against her mouth, jerking my hips as I come so much, I drip down her thighs.
Kiera just moans my name, her mouth seeking mine. Kissing her deep, hard, I lift her, dropping to the sand as the tide washes up over us. We wade into the water, soaking her sexy little dress and her bare tits. I suckle at them again, growing harder inside her as she moans and rocks against me in the water.
Gripping my hair, she yanks my head back, staring down at me. “Do it. It is not on my list yet, but we can put it there. Knock me up, surfer boy. Get me pregnant. Here, now, in the ocean, where life makes sense to us.”
“Ah, fuck,” I groan, burrowing between her soft, soaked tits, my cock swelling inside her. Her pussy is so tight, so hot wrapped around me, I can barely push in and out of her. But I do. There in the ocean, we fuck beneath the moan, our mouths savoring each moan, each whispered word, each plea.
“I love you,” I pant against her mouth as I lay her out on the shore, the tide rocking us against each other. “I fell in love with you the minute I saw you laughing in the surf, Kiera. I knew it. You were it for me. You better make a nice long list, because I am spending the rest of my life crossing it all off.”
Slamming my mouth to hers as we come together, I shudderwith pleasure, with the bone deep pleasure you feel when you have found the other half of yourself. I hate that her life fell apart, but I am glad it brought her to me. We make love in the waves before we collapse together in the warm, wet sand.
In our soaked clothes, we walk back to her cute little hotel cottage. I strip her clothes off and get her in a warm shower, tending to her the way I will for the rest of my life. Beneath the warm spray, I hold her close, kissing her as long as she lets me have her sweet mouth.
Finishing the shower, I don’t let her out of my arms until I set her on the bed. Grabbing her suitcase, I set it beside her. “Let’s pack your things, babe. This place is cute, and we can stay in the other cabins whenever you want. But we’re going home tonight, Kiera.”
Falling back on the bed, she just gazes up at me with a big smile on her puffy pink lips. Hell, she is so beautiful. Her creamy skin is darker than it was when I found her on the shore, her hair brighter from all our time in the sun. Freckles spread over her breasts, ones I kissed as they popped up as her skin grew golden. But those eyes, those pretty violet eyes, those are the same.
“Home,” she sighs, stretching out on the bed. “It’s been a long time since I knew what it felt like. To home. Be home. You know what, though? That first night when you brought me home from the hospital, I felt it. I was safe with you. Not just safe from almost drowning,” she giggles, reaching for me to pull me down. “Safe from being forgotten. From being alone. You made me safe from the emptiness I was living in. You filled it up, and you gave me a home.”
“Tonight...I deserved tonight. You going out to scare me a bit. I was so afraid...when you left the beach today, I knew. If I didn’t do something or say something, that was it. You might leave Sunset Springs, and I would own the blame. I have never,” trailing off, I frame her face in my shaking hands.
“Kiera, baby, I have never, ever been with someone this way. Earlier, you asked about my surfing clients. I spoke the truth—never. I haveneverbeen with a single one because it never interested me. It was always going to be you. It does not matter to me how different we were, how much older you might be, where we come from, none of it matters. All that matters is I found you when I was supposed to. When you needed something at the same moment, I did too.”
“I do, I need you. You’ve taught me to be brave, to get out there and give life a shot. I am forty-five years old, in love for the first time. I am glad I waited for you,” she whispers, eyes shimmering as they gaze up at me. “Because you won’t let us get it wrong. You will get me to live life, to take a shot on it all.”
“I love you,” I whisper to her lips, brushing my nose over hers. “I am so fucking glad you had a bad run of luck. Glad you wound up on my beach.”
“Summer is not over yet,” she hums as she lies across my chest in bed after I get her home and watch her put her things away in my closet, in my dresser, making my homeourhome.
