Not of the line, and not of me.
‘Do Ifeellike I’ve changed my mind?’
I know she can feel me against her belly, getting harder by the second. Her sun-kissed skin burns through her non-existent clothing, her tropical scent lifting as she shakes her head, eyes wild and on fire.
‘That’s right, Baby Girl.’
And I’m this close to taking her.
We’re in the open, anyone could see, and I couldn’t give a toss. All I want is her wrapped around me again, crying out my name.
And you want to see how long this lasts when she witnesses their horror?
If it’s Theo, or Sadie… and you haven’t even discussed who gets to know about the donor deal; you’re too busy wanting to fuck her senseless.
Though not busy enough.
With a growl, I grab her by the thighs and lift her against me. She doesn’t fight, she clings, and I fucking love it.
I stride for the pool house and kick open the door. The second it swings shut, we’re shrouded in semi-darkness and I have her thrust up against a unit, arse planted, bikini top untied.
‘Quick, quick, quick,’ she hurries out, hooking her feet into my shorts and shoving them down. And I’m already at her chest, desperate hands groping, hungry mouth feasting.
Jesus, she tastes even better than I remember. Sun-warmed flesh. Hot, taut, ripe for me. I graze her nipple with my teeth, and she lets out a cry that ricochets off the tile. Heat streaks to the head of my cock while sense has me clamping a hand over her mouth.
She bites into my palm, and I grin around her breast;that’s my girl.
I slip my fingers inside her bottoms, watch her eyes glazeover as I stroke through her soaking wet seam. She’s so needy, so eager, so ready for me. And I’m losing it with her. Pre-cum beading as she pants against my hand, breaths rising fast, cries deliciously smothered.
She reaches for my cock and I jerk back.
‘No,’ I bite out, catching her hand and pinning it above her head. I drag the other up to join it. Lock both wrists to the wall with one fist and let my knuckles trail down her front.
I don’t like being touched. And she knows it.
But with her, it ain’t about dislike.
It’s about wanting it too damn much.
Wanting it enough to lose control.
And I can’t lose control. Not to anyone. But especially,not to her.
‘Please,’ she begs.
I tug the ties of her bottoms undone and flick the skimpy fabric aside.
‘Please what?’ I say, easing the thick head of my cock through her slick folds. ‘Words, Baby Girl, tell me what you need?’
‘You,’ she pants, cheeks turning pink. ‘I need you.’
I hitch my cock at her entrance, tease it around my very tip.
‘Now, Ax! Plea?—’
Her voice breaks as I thrust inside her, head rocking back, pussy clenching tight.
‘Fuck, you feel so good,’ I grind out, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head, heat firing up my spine. Too quick. Too soon.
