"I meant what did you want to eat?" I giggled.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" He laughed as he pulled me between his legs, resting my back against his chest.
"Alex Jordan, you’re so dirty." I smiled.
"You like my foul mouth," he said. "I know how hot you get when I whisper those dirty words in your ear when we’re fuc—"
"Don’t you say it!" I turned and pressed my fingers to his lips.
"Why?" He laughed.
"Because we’re not doing that right now." I reminded him.
"We could be." He slid his hand down my stomach and tugged at the waistband of my bikini bottom. He placed soft kisses at the nape of my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my lips. He greedily attacked my mouth as he slipped his hand down my bottom and slowly ran his fingers along my moist slit.
"We can’t," I whispered. "Not here."
"No one will come out here." He spoke against my jaw and cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.
"Mmm . . . Alex." I moaned.
He smiled, obviously clued in to the fact I was changing my mind. He untied the top straps of my bikini, letting it fall across my stomach.
"That’s better." He reached back up to circle my nipple with his fingertip. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful."
I did as he asked, allowing his fingers to slip deeper inside me. He licked and sucked at my neck while he continued to pleasure me with his hands. He pressed his hips against my back, trying to create some friction for his growing erection. I pushed my backside into him and wiggled my hips.
"See what you’re doing to me?"
I turned around to face him. "I want you inside me, Alex."
"Tell me how you want me." He smiled. I was coming into my own sexuality, but I was still shy and unsure about some things. Alex always pushed me to speak up and tell him what I liked.
I bit my bottom lip.
"That's so fucking sexy," he whispered. "I love when you bite that lip."
"I want whatever you want." I always wanted to please him, and I liked the way he made my body feel, the different ways he pleased me.
"No." He shook his head. "You want this?" He pointed to the bulge in his pants.
I most definitely want that!I nodded.
"Then you tell me how." He lay back on the blanket with his hands behind his head, daring me to speak.
Fine! I’ll show him what I want!
I climbed on top of him and sat straight up. "I want it like this," I said with more confidence than I’d ever expressed when we were intimate.
"You want to ride me?" He swallowed hard, undoubtedly caught off guard by my aggressiveness.
I ran my hands down his chest and over his stomach, then rubbed my fingers at the skin above his waistband. "Is that okay with you, cowboy?" I bit my lip again, knowing what that did to him.
He remained mute—had I rendered him speechless?—but he managed to pull the strings on either side of my waist, freeing me from my bikini bottom. I lifted up and pulled them out from underneath me, then tugged at his shorts. He raised his hips and helped me get him out of them. I looked down at his full, hard erection and smiled before leaning down to kiss him. I took his shaft in my hand and rubbed it against my eager pussy.
"Oh no, you don’t!" He reached behind us and dug into the bag, searching for the foil packet. "I’ll never be unprepared with you again."
I shook my head when he held out the packet. "I . . . ." I felt the heat creeping up my neck. "I can’t."
