Page 21 of Make Me Unwind

“It’s fine.” I shake my head. “You don’t have to try and convince me it was your fault. It won’t work.” I drop my hand lower and run my hand over his erection through the thin material, feeling his size and testing his girth. It was over so fast yesterday that I didn’t have time to appreciate his perfection.

He hisses as I clasp his cock and ride up and down his length. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”

“You won’t.”

My mouth waters. It’s like he was made for me. Is it possible to go on vacation and meet a random person only for that person to be the one you’re supposed to be with? Is that how life works? Does fate move the pieces until you’re in the right place at the right time? I mean, what’s the likelihood that his brother’s employee quit the week I show up? That he fills in for the guy? That my brother pays for the same lessons he’s teaching this week but not last week?

His hands caress my back and ass in jagged movements as if my touch is impacting his control. It’s not possible. He’s been with other women. He’s my first. My only. My hand rests on the waistband of his swim trunks. What if I want him to be the only person that ever touches me?

I glance up, and his desire-filled eyes bore into mine. “Touching you is different. Having you touch me is different.” His thumb brushes under the fabric of my swimsuit, stroking the skin under my bikini bottoms. I shiver at his light touch.

“Is it?” How does he know what I think when I don’t say the words?

“Yes.” His mouth lands on mine again and claims me with a furious intensity that banishes any doubts that I have. I can’t imagine kissing someone else and it feeling this intense. This right.

My fingers brush the skin under his drawstring, causing his breath to hitch. Just do it. Now. It takes all my nerves as I follow my command and clasp his cock, hard, but not too hard, and pump up and down following the steps I’d read in an online article on how to please a man.

“Baby, that feels so fucking good,” he growls against my lips.

At his praise, I push the material out of the way and watch as my hand runs over his hot, silken flesh. His cock is huge, swollen, and glistening at the top where his pre-cum spilled out of the seam. I lick my lips as a rush of adrenaline flows over me.

Before I can stop myself or he tries to stop me. I drop to my knees and run my tongue along the tip, tasting the salty fluid and humming my approval. He smells like musk and man.

He laces his fingers into my hair and lifts my face upward. “You don’t have to do this. It’s fine.”

“No. It’s not. You tasted me yesterday; I want to return the favor.”

His cock jerks toward me as if begging me not to listen to his words. One corner of his mouth arches upward. “I’m not going to tell you no.”

“Good.” I smile and flick my tongue over the head, drawing more of his taste into my mouth. Savoring it. When he’s clean, I proceed to explore the blood-filled veins with my tongue, slipping and sliding over him. His quick intake of breath leaves me feeling victorious.

I open my lips and suck him deep into my mouth, but he’s too big to fully fit. When his fingers tug my hair, I hum my approval and use my free hand to work up and down his shaft.

With one quick glance upward, I catch him staring down at me, watching my every move, and the expression on his face has my pussy aching for relief. I want more. I want to feel him lose control. I cup his balls with my other hand, exploring their tightness, squeezing lightly, tugging, all while I continue to suck him and pump up and down.

“Fuck.” He grips my hair tighter until my mouth pops open. “I want inside you now.”

“Please.” I nod with approval as he helps me to my feet. Shit. My face heats. We’re in the living room, and anyone could’ve walked in on us. The fact he makes me lose track of my surroundings is insane.

Moments later, we’re in my bedroom. He kicks the door shut while tugging off his swim trunks. My eyes travel over him as he drops them to the floor. He’s gorgeous. All hard angles and beautiful flexing muscles. Finally, I stop on the scars. Like mine, they crisscross his flesh, but while mine are lighter, his still hold the redness of a fresh injury. “Do they hurt?”

“No. Not really. If I bump into something, it’ll sting more than the other side. Otherwise, I don’t notice unless the weather changes.”

I trace my fingertip along the upper range of the scars. “Good.”

He places his thumb under my chin, tipping it upward until there’s nothing else in the room but him. “I want to see all of you.”

I grip my bikini straps and pull the material over my shoulders, granting his wish. His eyes drink me in with greed, and my entire body becomes wild with excitement as I wiggle out of the bottoms.

He swallows hard. “I can’t wait to touch you again.” His fingers shake as he trails a fingertip from one breast to the other, down my belly and to my apex. “I want you, but I don’t have enough control to take it slow.”

“Then don’t.”

He shakes his head. “I should drop to my knees and–”

“Next time.” My heart drops to my stomach. Will there be a next time?

He cups my face. “Promise me there will be a next time.”

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