Slowly, she rolled the condom down his cock and leaned back to admire her work. Max offered her a hand, and when she stood up, he didn’t let her go.
She led them to the green dress, spread out on the white beach. He sat down first, leaving her standing with her bare pussy directly in front of him.
“Goddamn,” he said softly. “Can I lick you?”
Natasha grinned. “I don’t think my legs will hold out.”
“Just once.” His hands brushed over her ass, coaxing her closer.
“If you insist.” The comment was meant to be dry and witty, but her voice came out breathy instead.
His tongue was hot and slick against her, short-circuiting her thoughts with an erotic jolt. Her legs almost buckled under her.
Natasha moaned. “I’m so ready.”
“Then climb on, darlin’,” he said, his hands still on her hips, steadying her.
She sank to her knees and reached between them for his thick erection. Positioning it, she lowered herself onto him. Slowly, inch by inch, the exquisite pleasure of his cock filled her. His eyes were steady on her the whole time, his face drawn in tight restraint as she took more and more of him. He was big, really big, and the overwhelming urge to move, to fuck, was already building as her body accommodated his size. She swiveled her hips and shimmied, taking more and more until, finally, she was sitting with his cock deep inside her.
“It’s our first time,” he said. His voice was serious, and his eyes were filled with wonder.
She nodded, unsure if she wanted to speak right now. Instead, she raised herself and came down, his hard length sinking into her again. Max groaned and lay back on her dress. The next time she lifted herself up, he grabbed her ass with both hands and brought her down on him, hard. Oh, God, this felt amazing.Hefelt amazing.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly.
She searched for her voice. “Much better than okay.”
“Good.”
The next time she slid down his cock, his hips bucked to meet hers.
“You feel so good,” he rasped.
She was getting past the point of speaking, so she let the pleasure take over, rising up and coming down, stroke after stroke, each one harder, faster. His eyes stayed fixed on hers in silent challenge:Look at me. Don’t forget it’s me who makes you feel this way.
But she wasn’t in any danger of forgetting.
“I’m close,” she panted out.
“Touch yourself,” he growled.
She slipped her hand between them and found her clit, swirling her fingers in all the wet heat, pushing her pleasure higher.
“Fuck, yes.” His voice was wild.
His words sent her over the edge. A rush of ecstasy filled her as she came hard. Max’s hands tightened around her hips as he lifted her, again and again, milking her pleasure until he roared, his whole body jerking under her.
Natasha collapsed onto his chest, heaving in breaths. Max’s arms enveloped her, pulling her even closer. His heartbeat thumped in her ear, the leaves of the trees rustled and the water lapped onto the shore. Paradise. Beautiful, ethereal paradise.
Today had been absolutely perfect. She was on vacation with her sister, diving and relaxing on a tropical island, with a generous helping of sex with her first pick of men, Max Jensen. When had she had this much fun? Never. The pleasure of this day alone was well worth the coming heartache.
Because today had also made it clear that letting Max go would be hard. Maybe she’d even known from the beginning, deep down, that it would be like this. But she could be there for him on Saturday if he needed it. One more date with him wouldn’t make a difference. She could handle it.
