Finally, her finger stops near my wrist, where the river fades into darker shadows.
She exhales softly. “This is incredible. Wild. Beautiful.”
Then she looks up at me for the first time since she started.
Her hand is still wrapped around my wrist.
Her thumb is resting right over my pulse.
“I would have never guessed you had it hiding under those suits.”
She releases my wrist and crawls on top of me. My cock stirs back to life as her heat settles between my thighs.
“Condom?”
“My wallet. In my back pocket,” I say.
She stretches like a cat, reaching to the floor beside the bed and retrieving the foil packet.
She rips the wrapper open with her teeth.
Then she takes her time smoothing the latex over my eager erection.
She bends back over my chest to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her, and she lets out a surprised yelp when I twist and flip her onto her back.
With one swift thrust of my hips, I’m inside her. Filling her.
She moans.
I reach back and grasp her left leg and feed it over my hip so I can move deeper as I bury my head in her neck.
“Fuck, you feel good, wrapped around me,” I whisper into her hair.
Her hands twist in the sheets at her sides, and she throws her head back as I pepper kisses down her exposed throat.
She wraps her other leg around me and locks them tightly around my waist, and she raises her hips to meet mine. I pound into her tight heat.
My breaths start coming in short, ragged pants as I try to hold on, but I can feel my balls tighten as the tension coils at the base of my spine.
“Harleigh, baby,” I groan as her muscles constrict around me.
I dig my fingers into her hips as her hands slide down my back to my ass and hold on when I bear up and slip a hand between us, finding her clit.
Her body begins to convulse, and a guttural cry bubbles from her throat, causing me to lose control. My mouth clamps down on hers as my own climax explodes into the condom.
Once spent, I collapse on top of her.
We lie here, holding on to each other, her fingers lazily running through the damp hair at the back of my neck until our pulses calm and the sweat on our skin cools.
Finally, I slide off of her and make my way to the bathroom to discard the condom.
I turn on the sink and splash cool water on my face.
I stare at myself in the mirror for a beat.
You’ve done it now,I tell my reflection, but the man staring back at me doesn’t regret a damn thing.
I grab the towel hanging beside the vanity and scrub it over my face and hair before switching the faucet to warm and wetting it.
