Wrong, but right.
Necessary.
And when he pulls nearly all the way back out, then thrusts in again, I lose my words.
It’s just sensations.
The way he’s rocking his body against mine.
His fingers teasing my nipples again.
His tongue gliding against mine while his magnificent cock pumps inside me, rolling his hips to hit my clit with every thrust.
I don’t know if it’s the novelty of a new man afteryears.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that he’s both my celebrity crushandmy friend in one.
Maybe it’s the magic of Fiji.
The salty air. The glory of the light from the sunset.
Whatever it is, it’s putting me on the precipice of losing my mind and my body falling apart in all of the best ways.
Nothing else matters beyond this connection to Jonas.
Our bodies easily finding the most natural rhythm.
There’s no awkwardness.
No fumbling.
No impatience.
Time doesn’t exist.
Space doesn’t exist.
Troubles? Stress? What are those?
Jonas hits that spot inside me that lights me up and threatens to make my whole body explode like a firecracker.
I’m soaring.
Sucking on his tongue and squeezing his ass while he slams into me, hitting my sweet spot over and over and over until—
“Jonas,Jonas,I’m coming,” I gasp.
Again.
I’m comingagain.
He groans low and tenses, and I feel him pulsing inside me as he grinds down hard on my body.
“My god, Emma,” he pants, his voice strained. “You’re so good.Feel so good.”
My body is out of control, spasming and coming and squeezing him like I can hold him here forever.
Like neither of us ever have to go back to the real world.
