All I can do is surrender to his expert touch. I look up at the sky, swirling with stars, and let myself feel the sensation. Dayton’s warm breath against my entrance, then a string of soft kisses that evolves into the lap of his tongue. All thoughts fly from my mind and there is nothing but the soft caress of his mouth and the burning hot need in my cock.
“I’ll look after you,” Dayton says again. He slips my legs from over his shoulders. My eyes widen as I watch him spit onto two fingers then rub his saliva on my hole. There’s an expression of reverence in his stare. “If it’s too much, you tell me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe.
One of his hands grips my cock. The other trails down to my ass. With synchronized movement, he strokes my length and plunges a finger inside of me.
Stars erupt in my vision, and I gasp out. I barely have time to comprehend the intensity when Dayton begins his rhythm. Up and down, in and out. My entire body shoots with electricity, like a lone tree in a lightning storm. His name tumbles from my lips over and over again.
“I’m going to give you more now,” he grunts, and I see his own erection is harder than ever. “Two fingers. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, yes, Dayton.”
My body responds for him, relaxing and opening. In a single movement, Dayton plunges two fingers within me. Nothing has ever felt as good as this. I buck against his hand, wanting more of him in me, on me. Dayton grits his teeth and strokes my cock faster. I’m like his dual swords, and he wields me perfectly.
My vision is a scattering of night sky and stars, but I catch his gaze. He holds my stare, and I can’t help myself anymore. Desire and pleasure and pure joy erupt through me. His hands all over me are too good.
“Dayton, I have to?—”
“Come for me, handsome. Come for me.” Dayton moves swiftly, leaning down and capturing me in his mouth. The warm pressure of his tongue, combined with the rhythm of his hands, is too much for me to bear. I squeeze my eyes shut, and lights skitter through the darkness. My body trembles over and over, and it feels like my whole chest has burst into the blaze that started in my heart. Dayton gulps, greedily sucking up every drop of my pleasure.
I lie, quivering, vision clearing into the night sky. Dayton releases his hold on me, then scoots to my side. He’s got the proudest grin I’ve ever seen.
“You taste amazing,” he says.
“Show me,” I murmur.
He leans down, embracing me with an open-mouth kiss. The soft roar of the waves against the beach, the warm air, the richsmell of palm trees and briny water, and now the crash of his mouth on mine fill my head with an intoxicating rush.
I know what comes next. I imagined losing my virginity countless times. In my visions, there was always a bed, and usually a pretty, soft-spoken woman. Nothing could be more different than this moonlit beach, with this brash, loud gladiator who laughs too much and reads too little. Yet, I could not imagine anything more perfect.
Dayton sits up and moves between my legs. Just staring at his form is enough to return my cock to attention.
“Have I ever told you how happy I am you tried to escape out that window?” he asks, absently trailing a hand across my body.
“Hey, I didn’ttryto escape. I did, despite being hindered by a thief.”
Dayton laughs and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “I didn’t steal anything.”
Oh, but you did. You stole my sense, my reason, the very breath from my lungs. You stole the peace from my soul and every thought that dared not be of you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dayton whispers.
I don’t know how I’m looking at him, so I give my head a shake, forcing on a normal smile. “You stole my time in Summer, and I’ll forever be glad of it.”
Dayton lowers his body over mine, guiding my legs on either side of his hips, and positioning his cock at my entrance. “It’s mine forever now.”
“Forever,” I whisper.
“You tell me to stop, and I stop, okay?” Dayton says, face serious.
I nod, and Dayton cups the side of my face. “Beautiful.” Then, holding himself up by his arms, he pushes into me.
My breath hitches, and my eyes flutter shut. Pain shoots through me as Dayton thrusts inch by inch. I suck in a deepbreath, willing my body to relax. Currents of pleasure begin to stream in, a river mixing with the ocean of tension. But when I open my eyes to meet Dayton’s gaze, euphoria floods through me. We’re moving together, our bodies like one. All this distance I’ve felt from him these weeks, all the fear, disappears with each stroke.
Every thrust sends tremors through my body, sharp jolts of sensation cutting through the heat and desire. Dayton’s breathing quickens, and I match him. Everything we do is in sync, in rhythm. Two shards of sea glass, the broken pieces fitting perfectly together.
The slap of our bodies rings out over the crash of waves. Dayton’s touch becomes rougher, his movements more urgent. His gaze burns with rare intensity. I can see the animalistic hunger in him, the hunger for me. It’s intoxicating.
