“Or what?” I ask, twisting in his arms and pressing a kiss to his chest. “Too many clothes,” I mumble, lifting his shirt and revealing his delicious abs.
“I agree.” In a flash, he has me flipped onto my back, his hands caressing my curves like they’re made for him. My shirt and bra are gone before I can blink and his hot, wet mouth latches onto my nipple as he fumbles with my shorts.
“Fuck, Steven. I missed you.” He moans around my breast, licking and teasing me. I have to feel him. I have to taste him.
I push him back and paw at his board shorts while he kneels on the bed. The velcro comes apart easily and then he springs out, hard and proud, begging for my mouth. I wrap my hand around his velvety shaft and bring him to my lips. I hold his gaze as I press a kiss to the tip and watch him shudder with pleasure.
“I missed you too,” he says, cupping my cheek. Heat blooms in my chest, then his cock twitches, and a different sort of fire rips through my core as I take him into my mouth. His groan is an aphrodisiac. It goes straight to my clit. I slide my body beneath him and cup the backs of his powerful thighs to hold me steady.
I love the salty taste of him. It washes over my tongue and I moan. His hands sink into my hair, holding tight, but he lets me set the pace—and I don’t hold back.
This man is mine. Whether here on this island, or halfway across the world, we’re in it together. Just the thought of forever is turning me on. My insides coil tight and I can feel my pussy beginning to drip.
“Junie,” he pants. “I need to be inside you.”
I groan and take him deeper into my throat, as if I could swallow all of his impressive length. His fingers tighten in my hair as I try.
“Junie, please. I can’t—I have to—”
It takes an insane effort to pull back, letting his heavy weight drop from my lips. He’s slick with my saliva and his eyes are dark with lust as I smile up at him.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, tracing his fingers over my face. “So beautiful.”
“I want you, Steven,” I purr as I slide back up the bed, opening my legs for him.
“What do you want?” he asks, settling his body over mine. His strong biceps frame my face. I can’t help lifting up to sink my teeth into his clavicle.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.”
“I’m yours.” I confirm.
He’s hard as steel and I’m soaked. He lines his cock up with my body and slides through my slick folds. We both make impatient, needy noises while he teases. I dig my nails into his shoulders, silently begging.
When he finally pushes inside, it’s a tight fit. He pulls me flush against his body, holding me close as he feeds me inch after inch. It’s deliciously perfect. He’s made for me. It should be impossible to feel this good.
“You’re really here?” he asks, as if he still can’t believe it. As if he’s not rocking his hips and sending me into dizzy oblivion.
This isn’t a dream. Or if it is, then I never want to wake up. I had to fly halfway across the world to find my person, but now I can’t imagine my life without him. I tighten around him as I grow close to my peak.
“I’m here. We’re here.” I pant. He takes my breast into his mouth again, snapping his hips hard, deep, daring me to fall over the edge. “Together.”
I can’t resist him. I clench around his cock and lose all control. His lips find mine, messy, uncoordinated, but every inch mine mine mine. We swallow each other’s moans as he shudders on top of me, spilling himself inside me, claiming me for his own.
*****
Eventually we recover, clean up, pull our clothes on, then tear them all off again. We’ve only been apart for a week or so, but we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. When the sun finally peeks through the window, he rolls over in bed and tucks me under the crook of his arm.
“I never want to leave this bed,” he groans.
“Then we won’t,” I say, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Being with him feels easy. It feels right.
“We have to. There’s something you’ll want to see.” He presses a kiss to my forehead then sits up. I mourn the loss of his warmth in the sheets, but an excited curiosity flutters in my belly.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see if you get dressed.” He lands a playful swat on my butt.
