Rex reached behind her, searching for the clasp on her bikini bra.
“This one doesn’t work that way,” she said and unhooked the clasp in the front. When her breasts sprang free, she pushed his shirt over his shoulder and pressed her nipples into the springy hairs on his chest.
Heat ignited at her core. Her patience stretched to the breaking point, she started to shimmy out of her bottoms.
Rex brushed her hands away and took over, easing her bikini bottoms over her hips and downward. As they crossed over her sex, Rex dropped to his knees, his hands smoothing over her buttocks, fingers tracing the crevice between. He leaned in to brush a kiss across her folds.
The more her bottoms lowered, the harder it became to breathe.
Kimo threaded her fingers into his hair, keeping him close, massaging his scalp and urging him to speed it up.
A kiss against one inner thigh was followed by another on the opposite thigh.
She eased her legs a little wider, her core pulsing, making her body ache with need.
By the time her bikini bottoms hit the floor, Kimo wanted to scream out his name. She kicked the suit aside.
Rex rose, toed off his shoes and dropped his slacks. Once freed of his waistband, his shirt floated to the floor.
Finally, they stood naked in front of each other.
Too stimulated to be embarrassed, Kimo hungrily swept her gaze across his body.
Rex raised a hand to touch her long, loose hair. Then he brushed his fingers along the curve of her cheek, over her chin and down the long line of her throat, pausing at the pulse beating wildly at the base.
Though she wanted to touch him, to hold him and feel him inside her, she stood still, reveling in the sensations stirred by his touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers moved lower to trace the curve of her breast.
The nipple puckered and hardened, eager for his lips to wrap around it and suck gently.
Yet only his fingers moved over her body, sliding lower across her ribs, angling toward her center.
Her channel creamed, ready to take his fingers, eager to welcome his cock.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he cupped her sex and dipped a finger inside.
Kimo’s head dropped back, her eyes closing, and she moaned. “I might spontaneously combust.”
“I’m on fire myself,” he said and dipped in again.
She covered his hand and guided more fingers into her channel, one of her own joining his.
So wet.
So ready.
His hands left her so fast she whimpered.
Then she was being lifted and laid across the comforter.
Her knees fell to the sides, leaving her open to him.
Rex climbed onto the bed and between her legs, his hands planting on either side of her shoulders.
“I want you inside me,” Kimo said. “Now.”
“Soon,” he said. “But first...” His lips took hers, his tongue sweeping past her teeth to tangle with hers in a long, sensuous joining, a precursor to what was to come.
