Page 89 of Return To You

“That was not a proper massage.”

“What was it then?”

“First off, it was a mini massage. Second, it was… a little on the angry side. On my part.”

He stops massaging my feet and pulls me to him. His tongue slides into my mouth, his hand under my bikini top, then he rolls on his back, taking me with him. “Fuck, I want you right now. Right here.”

I stand and pull him up and show him the way. Under the flat stone is a cavity where shallow water flows in and out. It’s the cleanest spot and totally private.

“Was this always here?” he asks.

“Couple of storms created this cavity, maybe two, three years ago.”

“And you were keeping this all to yourself?” he groans, setting me gently on my back. “Fuck, Grace, I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I close my eyes, keeping this precious confession forever in my heart. “Same,” I breathe into his neck. “Take it off,” I say, tugging at his swim trunks. He shakes them off and pulls my bikini off. Ethan’s face is already between my legs, laving my folds, making me moan, his noises mingling with the lapping of the water under our bodies. He brings himself above me and enters me slowly. “You okay?” he whispers.

“God, you feel so good.”

He groans and thrusts himself powerfully inside me.

“Yes! Ethan. Ohmygod. Ethan!”

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? So wet and tight.” His torso rubs against my bare skin, pushing me hard against the soft river bed.

“Hold me, please, hold me tight,” I beg against his neck, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him into me, my fingernails digging into his back.

“Yeah, baby. Mark your man.”

I curl my fingers on his lower back, pulling him closer inside me.

“That’s it, sunshine.”

I come at his words, clenching around him as he empties himself inside me in forceful thrusts, the sound of his grunts and my wailing making me come even harder.

He rolls to his back and pulls me on top of him. “You gotta stop doing that. My balls hurt.”

I go to sit up, but he holds me firmly against him. “Doing what?” I ask, horrified. Ohmygod, I am such a klutz! I feel myself blush in embarrassment.

His fingers trail on my back until he cups my bare ass with a full hand. “Being so fucking sexy. I just… I just wanna have you all the time.”

“And that… that hurts your balls?”

“Looks like it. Too much sex.”

Too much sex? Looks like it? Does he not have sex marathons on the regular? I would have sworn… Mmm… this new bit of information finds a nice little spot in my mind and promises to sit on a shelf where I can see it. Empowered by this knowledge, I wiggle against him and feel him harden under me. Nice.

His stomach growls and I lift my face to his. “When it’s not you it’s me. Hungry?”

“I guess. If I’m not gonna eat you…”

“I thought your balls hurt.”

“They do. Come on, lets go.”

I lift myself off him and look around. “Ethan?”

“Mm?”

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