It made me realize this very man was what I was looking for all along.
“Am I moving too fast?” he asked, his chest rising and falling in sync with mine.
“No,” I breathed. I licked my lips, my eyes soaking him in. “You’re going just the right speed.”
I wiggled out of his hold and pulled his shirt over his shoulders. My breath caught just as it did every time I saw his bare, olive-toned chest.
He locked eyes with me and a muscle worked in his jaw.
“Pull your straps down,” he murmured darkly. “I need your tits.”
I did as he commanded, my breasts spilling out and my nipples hardening, as if they were reaching for his attention.
His dark, possessive look raked over my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” I murmured. I trailed my eyes over a smattering of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared into his shorts. It had my pussy screaming for him. So achy with need.
We stared at each other while the air around us crackled with so much electricity I feared an explosion. This chemistry was unbelievable. Yet, there it was. Swirling between us. Consuming us. It felt so damn right. So natural.
Then he wrapped one hand around my nape and pulled me to him, sliding his tongue between my open lips and stroking every corner of my mouth.
My hips rocked against his hard body, my legs parting wider, and I felt his length pressing against my core. I moaned into his mouth, reaching between us to untie his Bermuda shorts.
He was all male and pure dominance. Possessive and dangerous, but he knew to let me take what I needed. And right now, that was his shorts off his body and in the sand next to us.
We kissed like two hungry people, desperate for each other. In one swift move, he ripped my panties off and I felt his hard cock pressing against my hot, dripping entrance.
He dipped into me, barely the tip, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My hips arched, my pussy clenching to feel all of him inside me, yet his grip kept me firmly in place.
“God, you feel so good,” I rasped. “Give me more.”
He chuckled darkly. “You’re greedy.”
“Only with you,” I breathed, my inner walls clenching around the head of his throbbing cock. “I love being with you.”
“Beg for it,” he grunted.
“Please… please, Kian,” I moaned, attempting to slide down his shaft. “I want you inside me. I need you so much.”
He slid in an inch deeper and we both groaned at the sensation.
“Fuck, Sophie. With you always feels new,” he grunted. “Like it’s our first time.”
“Back at ya,” I whimpered. My heart was beating so hard I feared it’d crack my ribs.
He brought one large hand to my breast and cupped it while the other guided me down, his thick cock filling me up, then, without a warning, slammed me the rest of the way.
Both of our mouths fell open. I could feel his throbbing shaft so deep, making my insides tremble.
“So fucking good,” he ground out. He gripped my hips, pulling us chest to chest. “Now, ride my cock.”
Our eyes locked as he moved me up and down, bouncing me on his erection.Hard. I could feel every single inch of him, his thick shaft swelling inside me. His eyes hooded as he looked up at me like I was the only woman for him.
“Ohhhh.” My eyes rolled back in my head, my pulse hammering. “You feel so good,” I whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
My hips rolled. Our tongues danced, swirling against each other. A light moan traveled up my throat. Desperation ate away at me, burning and clawing at my insides. I needed all of him.
My breathing grew ragged, my breasts bouncing as he picked me up by my hip bones and slammed me back down on his cock. Hot pleasure built inside me as his pelvis ground against my sensitive flesh. My movements grew more frantic with every thrust. I rode him hard.
