“My fingers are already soaking.” Ford’s voice is thick with approval and heat.
Feeling his fingers slide in a line then circle, I hood my lids closed and sink into his connection. “What can I say? I’m craving your touch.”
He brings his finger up to my lips, and I open to suck, knowing he likes to watch me taste myself. Needing more, I rub against his body, feeling his solid length against my stomach.
His finger pops out of my mouth and is replaced by Ford’s warm hungry kiss that shoots desire down my spine.
“Roll to your side,” he whispers his demand into my ear, causing my sensitive parts to tingle.
Obeying, I roll away from him, and I feel his hand lower his swim trunks just enough before he unties half of my bikini bottoms to give room, and his tip swirls along my pussy, dragging my arousal around until he aligns and enters me with ease.
As I look over my shoulder, he meets my mouth to swallow my moans as he moves inside of me while his hand travels from holding my hip in place, along my oblique, before sneaking up to tweak my nipples.
I gasp from the overload of sensations.
“You feel too good,” Ford mumbles against my skin.
Deep inside, I feel him reach a part of me that’s the button to awakening extreme pleasure that he can deliver on every move.
“Good thing you don’t plan on letting me go,” I murmur. I reach my arm behind me to hook around his neck, causing my body to elongate and offer a better canvas to Ford.
The sound of our skin slapping is the only sign that we’re not going slow. I’m so lost in Ford that our rhythm is irrelevant because every thrust is heavenly.
“I can’t get enough of this.”
My breath grows heavy. “Me too.”
His finger travels down to my clit, and I’m happy we are lying down because my entire body feels like it’s floating, only being grounded by Ford’s touch.
Kissing him is my secret weapon for stability. He leads us and keeps me from falling, because I’m about to explode, and he knows it too.
“I want you coming around my cock,” he demands into my ear while his finger circles my clit.
“Only if you promise to come.”
He laughs sinisterly causing a tickle below my ear. “Baby, I’m only satisfied if you come and then I fill you up.”
I nod and close my eyes as my senses heighten, and a few more strokes and I’m almost there.
“That’s it,” he coos.
Ford thrusts harder, and a wave travels below my navel, flowing until I’m pulsing and shaking around him.
My body goes completely spent and into a state of utter bliss as he continues to move.
It’s when his head falls against my shoulder and I feel him still that I know Ford joined me on the satisfaction scale.
He stays inside of me, and that’s what I love the most about the last few days, just being completely dissolved into one another, truly one.
I hum a sound to express my current state as Ford places a kiss on my shoulder.
“I feel like my thighs might be shaking for days,” I tell him.
“Excellent.” He tucks his head into the curve at the base of my neck. “One day we’ll come back here and we’ll make another baby.”
Instantly, I stutter out a sound. “You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m not.”
