My ability to make words disappears. Her hand moves steadily along my length, and her lips kiss all over my neck. I’m all hers right now. She could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to her.
She pauses and looks me in my eyes, a wicked grin on her face. She always liked being in control, and I always liked letting her.
The pause gives me a chance to get my bearings. I move my hands from her waist to her ass and squeeze. It’s the best ass I’ve ever seen. I grip it hard, and she cries out. Her legs tighten around my hips, and I hear the low sound in her throat I’ve missed for a year and a half. She’s not the only one who needs this. We’re both starved.
I find her mouth with mine, tasting salt and her. We crash together, frantic. She clings to me, and I grip her harder, guiding us in the water so the waves and her body move against me at the same time.
She wraps her legs tighter, squeezing around my hips, stroking my dick between us. She has to know how hard it is for me to keep myself under control.
My hands roam her curves. Every time my fingers trace her skin, I get another memory: her naked in my bed, her laughing in my lap, her painting in nothing but a T-shirt, her lips all swollen from kissing.
I’ve missed her so goddamn much.
She kisses me, and I open right back to her. Our tongues slide together, and she moans into my mouth. It makes me want to rip the rest of her clothes off and take her right here in the surf.
I want to be wild with her. I want her to know I missed her with every cell in my body.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to focus. “Lily,” I begin.
She’s kissing along my jaw, still working me underwater. I can’t take much more.
“Let’s go inside.”
She kisses my lips and pulls my bottom lip between her teeth. “You want to be inside.”
God, yes.
“Let’s go inside,” I repeat, losing myself a little bit more.
“Ok.” She lets go of me, slides off my body and starts running towards the villa leaving me in the ocean with my dick in my hand.
I run after her, and she squeals. I let her get away, and the joy on her face makes this whole trip worth it. I catch up to her at the villa door, and I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
I don’t want to taste the ocean right now. I want to feast on Lily.
“We’re gonna do this real quick because I have other things to do,” I tell her. I stand her up in the shower and turn the water on. She tests the water with her hands and moves under the stream once it’s warm. I unhook her bra and let out a breath when her breast bounce freely.
I devour one and squeeze the other, ignoring the salt still lingering on her.
“Javonte.” She sucks in a breath and holds my head against her chest. I lap at her nipple while the water rains down on us.
Lily reaches between us, but I block her. I’m in charge now, and I plan to show her just how much I missed her.
I turn her around, so her back presses against my chest, and I slide her thong down her body. Then I get on my knees and place soft kisses on her stomach. She pushes my head down lower. She wants it as much as I do.
I can’t help myself. I take her whole pussy into my mouth and let my tongue taste all of her. Nothing’s changed. She’s still delicious. I slide my tongue in and out of her, and she jerks her hips with every thrust.
She tastes like the memory of every night I spent alone. My tongue circles her clit, and she shudders, bracing her palms against the slick marble. The steam from the water and the heat from her have me dizzy. She’s bucking her hips, chasing therhythm, and my hands are flat on her ass, holding her steady, keeping her right where I want her.
“Javonte,” she says again, this time more urgent. I pull her closer, bury my face in her, let my tongue lap and tease and demand everything she’s got. Her legs tremble, and I love that I can do this to her, that even after all this time, she melts for me.
She moans, raspy and thick, and the sound cuts through me. Every time she makes noise, I double down, holding her thighs and keeping her right against my mouth. I want her to lose control. I want her to let go.
She does.
She starts shaking, her whole body trembling while I don’t let up. Her moans echo against the tile, and I swear the sound bounces around and comes back to me, sharper, deeper, hungrier. She says my name, then again, and I don’t stop.
“Javonte! Yes! Yes!” She gasps, loses her words, and I know she’s close. I keep her there, don’t let her shy away when it gets too much. She’s always tried to run, but I hold her thighs and lick her clit until she screams my name again and again.
