“Did I hurt you?” he asked. His throat was thick with need, and he could barely get the words out.
“No, of course not, you just surprised me.”
He dropped to his knees and peeled the lace from her firm behind, pulling the panties down her legs. “Spread your legs,” he told her, and she did as he ordered. He leaned in close and snaked his tongue between her sweet lips, finding her wet and warm on his tongue. She moaned at his touch. “Quin,” she muttered. “What about the crew?”
“You heard them, they’ll stay below,” he told her. “Now hold on to the railing.” He went back to work, and using his lips and tongue, he smoothed over her. Her moans and tremors showed that he was hitting the right spots. Her thigh muscles began to tremble and strain, pushing against his mouth as he ate from her. Celia came with a low sob, and he stood again, quickly reaching into his wallet.
He turned her head so that he could look at her. Her lips were full, soft, parted and waiting for his. With his grip on the back of her head, he held her in place as his mouth took hers in a kiss that was far too rough, but she reciprocated in earnest, and took the kiss deeper. He stroked her tongue with his own, entwining, dancing, dueling for who could get the most taste from the other. Not removing his mouth from hers, he pulled the condom from his wallet, tore open the foil, unbuttoned his pants and rolled the latex over his painfully rock-hard dick.
In the light of the moon, he lined up his dick with her pussy. She was wet and ready for him, and he slid inside of her sweet heat. Each time with Celia was better than the last. And with each passing day, each encounter, he felt himself becoming closer to her. It might be reckless. It might be stupid. But as he pushed into her, goddamn it, he couldn’t help himself. He had no intention of just being her friend. Soon, she was pushing back on him, matching his pounding rhythm, the moonlight bouncing off the light skin of her ass, and contrasted with her own. His stomach tightened, and his heartbeat stuttered in his chest.
He looked down at the curve of Celia’s body, and he realized that he would do anything for her. She’d been right before. He’d never been the relationship guy, but Celia had changed him. She’d awakened long-dormant feelings within him, and he wasn’t sure how she’d sneaked under his skin and gotten to him. Somewhere along the way, he’d developed some serious feelings for her. He gripped her hips, stilling her as she held the railing, and he slammed into her, taking what he wanted, bringing them both to a hard, powerful finish, and their satisfied cries mingled in the quiet air of the bay.