“You’re as sandy as me,” she says, running her hand up and down my shaft. “We both need a shower before we give each other some serious sand-burn.”
“Mm-hm.” I pull the strings at her hips. Her bikini bottom falls. I straighten up and kiss her, walking her backward through the suite. “Shower sounds like a great idea.”
She’s laughing against my mouth when we step into the shower and she reaches for the handle. The warm spray cascades over us. Water runs down her shoulders, between her breasts, carrying sand and salt off her body in thin streams. The steam builds fast.
I press her back against the shower wall and she gasps at the contact, cool stone meeting warm, wet skin. I kiss her deeply, caging her with my arms braced on either side of her. She sighs raggedly as I drag my mouth to the side of her neck. I lick the water off her pulse point, tonguing the place where I can feel herheartbeat pounding hard and fast. She tilts her head to give me more access, while her hand is still on my cock, stroking me in a rhythm that’s making me lose my mind with how badly I want to be inside her.
I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s hot and slick and swollen. When my finger pushes through the wet heat of her, her hips arch forward and a moan spills out of her that makes every nerve ending in my body light up. I circle her clit with my thumb, slow and firm, and watch her face change. Her eyes flutter, long lashes wet and spiky from the water. Her lips part. Her hand grips my shoulder like she needs me to hold her up.
“Alec.” Her voice is breathy and thin as she writhes under my touch.
I kiss her again, then lift my head to watch her pleasure building. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About how you’d feel when I finally got you alone.”
She smiles, her gaze glassy. “And? Am I meeting expectations?”
“Exceeding them.” I curl my fingers inside her and her smug expression cracks wide open.
Each time her hips buck against my hand, my arousal coils tighter, more intense. This time when I kiss her, it’s hungry and demanding. I’m on the edge and I can’t hide it.
I add another finger inside her and the noise she makes is so good I have to close my eyes for a second just to keep myself together. Her hand finds my cock again, stroking me in a rhythm that matches what my fingers are doing to her, and the mutual feedback loop of touching each other while being touched is making it hard to remember there are crucial steps between here and where I want to be.
“I’m clean,” I tell her, my forehead pressed against hers. “I get tested regularly. I’m also careful.”
“Same,” she says, breathless. “And I’m on the pill.”
Good. Because scrambling out of the shower and putting a condom on right now would require a level of fine motor control I no longer possess. Not when Ella is stroking my dick and her wet pussy is nearly setting my hand on fire.
I pull my fingers out of her and hitch her leg up around my hip. She hooks her arms around my neck. With my free hand I position myself at her entrance and rub the head of my cock through the slick heat between her thighs. The noise she makes is desperate and impatient and exactly what I needed to hear.
I thrust into her.
She’s so fucking hot. So tight. The sensation of her body opening around me, inch by inch, is so intense I have to press my forehead against hers and just breathe for a second. Her fingernails bite into the back of my neck.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
Yeah. What she said.
I start moving. Long, deep strokes, pressing into her like I can’t get far enough inside. The water streams over us and the shower fills with steam and the sound of her breathing, which is getting more ragged with every rock of my hips. I grip the back of her thigh to hold the angle and she locks her leg tighter around me, pulling me in deeper.
“Yes, there.” Her voice gusts against my ear. “Right there, Alec. God, keep doing that.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Each stroke hits the spot that’s making her breath tremble, and the rhythmic clench of her body around me is turning my higher brain functions into static. I’m trying to hold a steady pace for her. Trying to be deliberate about this. But every sound she makes chips away at my control, and the wet grip of her pussy is making it very clear that our bodies are the ones calling the shots.
“You’re so fucking tight.” The words come out hissed through my teeth. “Every time I push in, your body squeezes me like it’s trying to keep me there.”
She whimpers and pulls my hair and the sting goes straight to the base of my spine. My hips punch forward, harder than I planned. She cries out. I do it again, because apparently I’ve abandoned the hope of measuredanything, and the sound she makes this time is so raw it nearly finishes me.
I can feel her getting close. The clenching comes faster, her breathing goes shallow, and her whole body starts to vibrate against mine. There’s fine grit under my hand where I’m gripping her thigh. Sand. From the ocean, still on her skin. I press my fingers into it and hold on tighter.
“You feel so good, Ella.” My voice is thick and low. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
Her back arches and she gasps my name and something wordless after it. The clench of her orgasm around my cock is so fierce I clamp my teeth together and thrust through it, watching her face, feeling every pulse and wave of her climax grip me.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips parted and wet under the shower spray. She’s absolutely beautiful and I’m hanging on by a damn thread.
I turn her around. Gently, my hands on her hips. She places her palms flat on the shower wall and widens her stance for me, her gorgeous ass lifted as she goes up onto her toes. The casual confidence of that gesture, no hesitation, no uncertainty, just Ella offering herself to me because she wants this as much as I do, does something to my chest that I don’t have a name for.
I grip her hip with one hand and guide myself to her entrance with the other. Then I push back inside. From this angle, I’m deeper than before, and the difference hits us both at the same time. My groan is raw. Hers is louder. I grab her hips with both hands and start to move, and there is nothing controlled aboutit. I’m fucking her hard, fast, greedy, the way I’ve wanted to all day, and the sound of wet skin and her moans fill the steamed space.
