“You make me really happy too,” he murmurs.
He leans in, mouth sealing over mine and strong tongue sweeping into my mouth. I’m surrounded by the scent of his sun-warmed skin and salt water, and I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life when I’ve ever felt happier.
There are no secrets between us, no buried worries, no uncovered scars that we haven’t bared for the other person. Everything about Kennedy and his life is held precious in my chest, and every day, I wake up blown away that I have him in my life.
A boyfriend.
A real-life man who’s my friend and makes me see stars when I come. Who’s patient and kind but fierce when he needs to be. Kennedy Bellamy is the entire package, and I hate that he was ever made to doubt that.
I’m still haunted by the voices that live in my head, but their words hold less weight. I’m happy. I know who I am. So their lies can live on, but I know they’re lies.
I hope Kennedy can do the same with his demons.
His big hands reach down to palm my ass cheeks. It’s something he does a lot, and the way he squeezes and kneads me there never fails to turn me on. It’s possessive and sexy, and when he breaks our kiss to trail his lips down my neck, I could shiver into the sea.
While my blood heats, I reach up to play with one of his nipples. The immediate gasp that leaves him has me smirking through my arousal. It’ll never get old how sensitive his nipples are, and the fact that I can play with them and have him rutting against me in seconds is incredible.
Kennedy drags his hard cock against mine under the water, and my eyes flutter back into my skull. How have I gone my entire life without sex? Being naked with him, enjoying ourselves, hearing his deep voice as he tells me exactly what he wants … it brings me alive.
His large hands sweep up and down my back, making me feel so small under his touch. This man is consuming.
“Ziggy …”
“Mmm?” I’m too worked up for any real answer.
“I want to feel that piercing inside me now.”
Oh, fuck me. A weird little strangle sound comes from me.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
I nod to support his theory. It’s a very,verystrong yes.
“Your needy little face gets me every time. Come on.”
Kennedy takes my hand and pulls me back the way he came. I expect him to climb out, but instead, he reaches for his pants, pulls out a packet of lube and a condom, then bends over the rock.
The water is up to our knees here, but the rock is a perfect height to put his ass where I need it, and when he reaches back to spread himself open …
Shit.
Fucking shit.
My cock throbs at the sight of his exposed hole, but Kennedy doesn’t notice the way my head is about to explode because he tears open the lube and gets to it, rubbing his fingers over his entrance. I’m torn between wanting to do it myself and wanting to watch the show. But when his first finger sinks into his body and I haven’t moved, it’s impossible to take over. Kennedy prepping himself for my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Maybe one day, I’ll wrap my head around the fact that I have a sexy, confident boyfriend, but I doubt it.
Sex has always been an abstract, unspoken thing.
Kennedy is making me see it in a very real way.
“Enjoying the view?” he calls back to me.
I run my gaze from his messy hair, down his broad back, over him stretching himself, and down his thick thighs to where theymeet the water. I amdefinitelyenjoying the view. Maybe too much.
I give my cock a quick tug as I watch him, and it’s a struggle not to let myself have more. I’m rock hard, breathing deeply, wanting to touch him but not wanting to ruin a thing.
Two of his fingers press inside, and a whine gets trapped in my chest as I watch him spread around them.
