Page 28 of Beauty and the Beach

"Is there a reason why we're running?" Ana said.

"We don't have a lot of time," he said, darting down the lane where the employee residences were. As a favor, Joely cleaned up his room so it looked normal, instead of his sketchy housekeeping. No sooner had they cleared the door, then Makoa kicked it shut and tossed Ana on the bed.

"Come here," she breathed. "I missed you."

"You look beautiful," he said, kneeling at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a sea foam green sheath dress that had frothy layers in the skirt. He ran his hands up her leg. "Have I mentioned I like your legs?"

"I think so." Ana giggled when he pulled her down to the edge of the bed.

He slung her leg over his shoulder and flipped up her dress. She wasn't wearing any panties. "Sweet Kanaloa," he moaned.

"I didn't want anything to get in the way of you and I tonight."

"We've got twenty minutes." He couldn't stop staring at her pink pussy, dusted with fine blond hair. Leaning in, he spread her lips apart with his fingers and gave her a long lick. Ana's toes curled.

"You're going to fuck me, right?"

He licked her again. She tasted sweet, so he buried his face between her thighs. He raised his eyes to gauge her reaction. Ana's thighs quivered against his cheeks when he darted his tongue around in fast strokes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gripped the bedspread when he sucked on the folds of her skin. She was wet and moaning when his tongue circled her clit and she nearly crushed his face with her thighs when he devoted all his attention to that little bud.

"Fuck me," she cried out, her whole body shaking.

Makoa's mouth was too full to answer her and he wouldn't take his tongue away until she drenched his face. And even then, she was so pretty when she shook with each stroke he gave her after that. He was painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to be locked away in his room with her for the rest of the week.

"Now?" she whispered, her entire body trembling.

"We're going to be late." Makoa helped her to her feet and smoothed down her dress, even though all he wanted to do was sink into the silken heat of her. She swayed against him. Ana felt so damned good in his arms. He rubbed her bag, resisting to urge to unzip her dress and kiss every inch of her.

"Be right back." Reluctantly, he put her at arm’s length and popped into the bathroom. He could use a cold shower, but he settled dunking his head under the sink and toweling off. He could still taste her on hips lips and he wasn’t sure adjusting himself made his throbbing erection any less noticeable.

"How are you doing?" he asked, when she hadn't moved from the spot he left her in.

"That's one hell of a greeting," she said, grinning.

Makoa kissed her. "I wish we had more time." He was ready to blow. If he wasn't afraid of coming immediately and disappointing her, he would have laid on top of her and shook the bedsprings.

"We've got all night," she said, sinking to her knees.

"I don't want to rush this," he choked out.

"I do," she nearly growled and pulled him out of his pants. "I want to fuck you all night long."

Taking him deep in her throat, Ana looked up at him. Makoa thought it had been the epitome of pleasure in the movie theater. But here, in his place looking into her deep green eyes while she ran her tongue over his cock before engulfing it between her pink lips, he knew that it was just the tip of pleasure. Tangling his fingers through her silky hair, he helped guide her head up and down his shaft.

"You are so beautiful. I want you. I want to fuck you."

Ana gave a deeply satisfied grunt and sucked him harder. Makoa went up on his tiptoes. "I love you," he gasped out when she drew him in deep and lavished slow licks around his shaft and head.

"I'm going to come," he warned.

She made an excited sound and went impossibly faster. Makoa's vision blurred. He moaned long and loud. His hips twitched and he pulled her hair back so he could stare into her sexy eyes when he came. Makoa didn’t know how he lived without her, without this intense feeling of pleasure and joy building up inside of him. He closed his eyes briefly as his orgasm crashed into him with the power of a wave. But he forced them open because he didn’t want to miss a thing. The sight of his come on her lip as she smiled and pulled away nearly dropped him to the floor.

"You are fantastic. If I wasn't Hani's best man..."

"You're my best man," Ana said, helping him get his clothes in order while he did the same to her. "You got me through this hellish week and now I'm all yours tonight."

Makoa wanted more than one night. He didn't want to lose her to the ocean in the morning. He couldn't stop himself from running his hand up her skirt and clutching her ass. "This is all I'm going to think about during the ceremony." He looked over his shoulder at his bedside clock. They had five minutes. "That and this."

Walking her to the door so her back was pressed against it, he kissed her. Makoa could taste them both on her tongue and he felt himself getting hard again. Sliding his hand from her beautiful curves, he moved his fingers between her legs. Ana clutched his shoulders and widened her stance. Makoa loved how wet she was and he tickled her until she was gasping against his mouth. Now it was his turn to give a muffled chuckle as she bucked her hips.

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