Our kiss is frantic, just like my heartbeat, and he moans into my mouth as he pulls me against him. The hard length of him is pressing right into my belly, and has my core clenching with need. His fingers fumble at the back of my neck as he unties the strings of my bikini top and peels the wet fabric from my breasts, and then he’s kissing his way down my neck and chest until his lips are clamping around my nipple.
The moan that crawls up the back of my throat is impossible to contain, and the sound of it ricochets around the cave. Danny responds by flattening his tongue and dragging it over my nipple, again and again, which only winds me up more. The intense need I feel for him is raw and desperate, and when a quick glance toward the opening of the cave assures me that no one else is around, I give in to the desire.
Hooking my thumbs in the straps at my hips, I push my bottoms down my thighs.
Danny drops to his knees in the sand and looks up at me, groaning as he says, “Fuck, I’ve needed this. Are you sure?”
I nod, so keyed up that I can’t even speak. He slides my bikini bottom down around my ankles, then lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his face between my thighs. I watch his chest expand, and then he’s saying, “God, I missed the smell of you,” before his tongue is on my throbbing clit, toying with me.
Then he tilts his head back, looking up at me. “I want to watch you play with your tits.”
“So demanding,” I chide, but my hands are cupping my breasts and my thumbs are stroking over my nipples before I can even consider refusing him. I’m pretty sure I’d do anything he asked of me right now, as long as it results in an orgasm. Because the truth of it is, no one hasevermade me feel the way he does, and I’m pretty sure he knows it.
“Fuuuuck.” He grinds out the word between clenched teeth as he watches me. I love the way he looks at me, with nothing but appreciation for my body. “I could come just from watching you.”
“How about instead you makemecome,” I tease, my voice husky with longing, “and then we can worry about you.”
He brings his hand to his lips, spits on two fingers, and then his face is back at my center, his tongue running along the seam of my opening before he plunges his fingers into me.
It’s harsh and deep, a relentless pace that has me gasping and moaning, and then he pulls my clit between his lips, sucking while he strokes me. And that’s all it takes for the pulsing between my legs to spread through my core. I reach both arms in front of me to brace myself on the walls of the cave because my legs are shaking so much I can barely stand. The orgasm rips through me in an intense wave of heat and pleasure, and I ride the sensations until they’re over. It’s then that I realize I’ve got my leg basically wrapped around his neck.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, as he stands. “I’m sorry, I was strangling you.”
“You weren’t, but if I had to die, my face in your pussy would have been the way to go.” He glances quickly at the opening of the cave, checking to make sure we’re alone just like we both did a few minutes ago, and then drops his swim trunks.
My lips part, my jaw dropping open slightly as I take in the sight of him. I know how he feels, but I could barely see him in the dark hotel room the other night, and I’m not prepared for this view. The hard lines of sinewy muscle that wrap around every part of his body like tense cords, the way his hip bones stick out below his waist, and the enormous cock that juts out from his body like it’s seeking mine. No wonder I felt so full.
“See something you like?” His voice is teasing but thick with lust as he steps toward me.
“It’s okay, I guess,” I say as I look up at him and bite the corner of my lower lip. My internal dialogue could not be more different than the words coming out of my mouth, and he looks down at me like he can read my mind.
I take a slight step back as he steps closer, so he grabs my hips and pulls me to him. “I need to remember what it’s like to be inside you. I want to feel the slick walls of your pussy sliding along me right now, pretty much more than I want to breathe. But I obviously don’t have a condom, so if you don’t want to?—”
“Oh, Iwantto,” I say. There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more, actually. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
“I’m positive. And I won’t finish inside you, I promise.”
I have an IUD so I’m not worried about getting pregnant, but it’s probably better if we don’t cross that line too. I nod, then I’m lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist, pulling him toward me as he slides his feet apart in the sand to line himself up with my entrance. I tilt my hips up to run myself along the length of him, using my cum to coat him. He presses his forehead to mine, groaning and saying, “Fuck, Morgan. You’re...” He threads his fingers through my wet hair, pushing it off my face. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”
And then he pulls back, wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, and lifts until my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s nudging my entrance. I can tell he’s trying to go slow like he did last time, but I don’t want slow, so I wrap my arms around his shoulders, tighten my legs around his waist, and sink onto his cock.
Our simultaneous groan fills the cave, and then our grunts, moans, and the slapping of skin every time our bodies meet overtake the raging storm outside. I flex my hips into him with each thrust, and the way he’s sliding along my inner walls has me feeling things I’ve never felt before.
He buries his face in my chest, which is right at eye level with me wrapped around him, and then he steps forward, pressing my back against the cave wall. I hiss in pain as the sharp fragments of dried-out coral—the foundation of the entire island—come into contact with my shoulders. He spins us around and leans his upper back against the wall to give him leverage, but keeps his hips far enough out that my legs don’t scrape.
“You’re going to scrape up your back,” I say.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he says with another deep thrust, and then his lips clamp around my nipple and he presses into meover and over, his body slapping my clit each time he bottoms out, until the feelings of pleasure are overwhelming.
The walls of my pussy clamp around him, but I don’t realize what’s happening until the spasming waves spread from there. I’ve never had an internal orgasm before. Not from a man, or even my best toys. So I’m unprepared for the feeling, the way little pinpricks of electricity zap inside me, the way every muscle in my core clenches in pleasure, the way the intensity has me crying out as I’m throbbing around his dick.
I ride out the orgasm as I grind against him, and the minute I’m done, he’s pushing me back enough to pull out and then pulling against him with his cock trapped between us. I feel the hot release of his cum as it shoots onto my stomach, and I bury my face in his neck, enjoying the sensual feel of raw sex with him. My body wants to do that again, but he whispers, “Fuck.”
It’s not a word of pleasure this time, it’s a word of warning. And then he’s pulling me from him, dropping my feet to the sand, and bending to pull his swim trunks from the ground. As he uses the inside of his trunks to wipe his cum from my stomach, I hear it too. The rain has stopped, and the motor of an approaching boat is loud.
“Step into the shadows there,” he says, nodding his head toward the opposite wall as he pulls his trunks on. “I’ll distract them so you can get your bathing suit on.” Then he presses a kiss to my forehead, mutters an apology, and walks toward the opening of the cave.
Is he apologizing for mauling me in a cave, or for having to leave as soon as we finished? But as I watch his retreating back, I think maybe it’s better if I never know the answer to that question.
