Page 37 of The Waiter at Table 6

I change that with a big splash in her direction.

She splutters and turns away when it hits her, which just makes me laugh. I laugh even harder when she turns back to me with a glare, looking adorably drowned.

My laughter cuts off when she gets me straight in the face with a splash of her own and I have to cough salt water out of my mouth.

“You’re a menace,” I growl, sending another splash her way as I swim around her.

She yelps but retaliates quickly, also moving away.

For a few minutes, the world around us is filled with the sounds of waves, shrieks, and laughter. It’s the perfect night.

Even before the playfulness fades and our laughter dies out.

By the time we settle, we’ve waded a little deeper, to the point where I can still stand but Vanessa must be on her tiptoes.

It’s not even a conscious thought to pull her to me so she can relax from trying to stay afloat.

Before I can question whether it’s a wanted advance, I feel her sigh and relax into me, her legs immediately going around my waist and her arms around my neck. When her breasts flatten against my chest, I find myself swallowing roughly.

With our faces only inches apart, I can take in every moonlit inch: her naked skin, the expression on her face, the way she’s looking at me…

I want to kiss her so bad.

But I don’t want to initiate. I want her to want it. So instead of giving in to the temptation that is Vanessa half-naked in my arms, I just…look at her.

And then she smiles, leaning down to press the lightest kiss against my lips.

I’m too frozen to kiss her back. But when she pulls away and her eyes flutter open, I lose every molecule of oxygen from my lungs. “Are you sure?” I whisper.

Her nod is slow as she shifts even closer. “Very,” she whispers against my lips.

And then there’s no more talking.

I kiss her the way I’ve wanted to every day I’ve spent with her. With one arm around her waist to hold her to me, my other hand sinks into her damp hair so I can taste more of her. I want as much of her as she’ll give me.

She kisses me back with just as much fervor. As our mouths devour and our tongues caress, both her arms and legs tighten around me. Then a whimper slips from her lips and her pussy starts to rub against my hard cock.

That’s enough to have me walking us back to the shore. If I only get tonight, I’m not wasting it on a fuck in the ocean, or even on the patio again. I want her splayed out on a bed where I can make her come all night long.

My pace is hurried, the thoughts of tasting her pussy again making me move quicker despite being completely blind as I kiss her. I can’t stop kissing her. In fact, it isn’t until the water becomes shallow enough to expose Vanessa’s breasts that I even decide we both need air to breathe. Pulling away from her mouth, I barely take in half a breath before I’m stopping to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moans and drops her head back, her hand holding my head to her chest, silently urging me to suck harder. I let out a groan and obey.

Suddenly, I’m tempted to fuck her right here. The house is too far away; I’ll never make it if we continue like this.

But just as I’m about to rip her underwear from her body, Vanessa cups my face in her hands and lifts my mouth to hers. “I need you,” she begs between kisses. “Please, I need you.”

“You have me,” I assure her, kissing her back. “I’m yours.”

“But not here,” she gasps. “Inside. Hurry.”

She makes the decision for me, especially when she moves her lips to my neck so I can see enough to get us out of the water. I’m practically jogging toward the house by the time I reach the sand. When I hit the patio, she unwraps her legs from around my waist and drops to her feet, dragging me through the open door.

We don’t get very far before I’m pressing her up against a wall. Despite the dip in the ocean, her skin is already heating, her lips in particular feeling like fire against mine. My hands smooth over every inch of her. When they cup her breasts, her nipples pebble beneath my thumbs and she throws her head back with another moan.

Sliding my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, I lift her into my arms again. We’re so close to her bedroom, yet it takes me mustering all my self-control to finally get us out of the hallway. By the time the bedroom door is flung open, I’m pretty sure no one in the history of the world has ever been as turned on as I am.

We’re standing in the middle of the master bedroom when Vanessa rips at my boxer-briefs, her level of desperation matching mine. I help her shove down wet fabric, not letting up on kissing her. Even as I roll her underwear over her hips, my mouth never leaves hers.

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