“I’ll be quiet,” she promised.
She placed her hand over mine, urging me to move once more. She was wet and desperate, and I ached to be inside her.
Since I was skeptical that she could, in fact, remain quiet, I slid my hand up her throat. She moaned and leaned into my hold, which made me want her even more.Fuck.Every time I pushed her limits, she pushed right back. It was hot.
I pressed two of my fingers against her lips, sliding them inside her mouth. I’d hoped that would keep her occupied while I resumed my efforts, but now I was the one having trouble staying silent. Because she sucked my fingers greedily, and I could so easily imagine her doing the same thing to my cock. I rocked against her, seeking the friction I so desperately craved.
Her movements became more frantic as I whispered filthy words of praise and encouragement. I loved seeing her let go like this. She was so uninhibited and unrestrained, so beautiful. And it wasn’t long before she came, shuddering in my arms. A satisfied groan rumbled quietly through me.
She spun to face me, eyes wild and hungry. She looked deliciously messy. Her lips were puffy. Her chest flushed withcolor. The top of her dress was barely hanging on, so I gave it a helpful tug before growling my appreciation.
“Fuck, angel. You are something else.”
She preened, and I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped when I swirled my tongue around the hardened peak.
“Too much?” I asked, peering up at her.
“Toogood,” she husked. Her movements were frantic as she unbuckled my pants. The hiss of the zipper seemed louder than normal. “I’m trying to be quiet, but I don’t know if I can.”
Fortunately, the crash of the waves provided some background noise. But if anyone happened to walk by the cabana, they would have no doubts about what we were doing.
“You seem to do better when your mouth is occupied.”
She draped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her until our mouths met in a sloppy, desperate kiss. I growled my appreciation, struggling to remain quiet, especially when she reached inside my pants, taking my cock in her hand. A zing of pleasure shot down my spine.
It felt so good. I was alreadysoclose.
“Fuck.” I swallowed, wanting to make it last. Wanting to make it good for her.
She smirked. “You were saying something about being quiet?”
I smashed my mouth to hers, ravishing her with every stroke of my tongue. And she was just as eager, just as aggressive. I fucking loved it. Loved that we could be slow and sensual or fast and flirty or whatever we wanted to be.
I didn’t even realize she’d guided me over to the couch until it was pressed up against the backs of my knees. She placed her palms against my chest, giving me a gentle shove. It didn’t do much to move me, but I took the hint and sank down on the cushions. When she began to lower to her knees, I grabbed her wrist and shook my head. As much as I would love to see her takeme in her mouth, we were short on time, and I wanted to make us both feel good.
“But I wanted to…”
“Later,” I rasped. When we’d have more time. “I want to kiss you. Come ’ere.”
She grinned and stood, straddling me before sinking down on my lap. Her dress billowed around us, blocking my view, which was a damn shame. She was still wearing her underwear, but they were soaked.
I ran my hands over her body, loving how disheveled she looked. It matched how I felt.
When she’d stepped onto the aisle, the sight of her had sucked the air from my lungs. She was gorgeous, radiant in a pale blue dress that matched the color of her eyes. And with every step she’d taken toward me, the dress flowed around her, providing tantalizing glimpses of her thighs, thanks to the deep slit.
As much as I’d loved her dress earlier, I liked it even more now. The top had long since been abandoned, fluttering around her waist. Her tits bounced as she swiveled her hips, creating the most torturous friction. My hands were on her waist, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was going to lose my damn mind.
I swirled my tongue around her dusky pink nipple, loving her quiet mewls of desperation. She clutched at me as if trying to hold on to reality. I wasn’t even inside her, and we were both out of control.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said, gasping as she slid along my length.
Her hooded eyes and the impatient rocking of her hips said it all. This was going to be fast and wild, a little out of control. And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“I…” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping her hips. “Fuck. No. I didn’t grab one.” Because I hadn’t expected this.
“My recent physical came back with no issues, so I would say eff it. But…” She glanced away. “I’m not on birth control.”
Oh fuck. Oh…I ground my molars in an attempt to keep my mouth shut. I wanted that so badly. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted no barriers between us—physically or emotionally. And I was honored by the trust she placed in me.
