Page 75 of Sinners Retreat

“Why don’t you be a good boy and go for a swim while I sit on this rock and watch you, hmm?” I move to sit, but he grabs my arm and pulls me against his naked body.

“A good boy, eh? I can’t say I’ve ever been very good.”

He hardly completes his sentence before his mouth presses against mine. I relax in his hold and lean against his sun-soaked body as sparks zip through my limbs.

As he pulls away, my resolve—and knees—weaken.

“I’m not going to win this one, am I?” I ask.

He kisses my forehead. “Not a chance. Now strip.”

After situating his perfect bare ass on the very rock I wanted to sit on, he turns his full attention to me.

I’ve never stripped for a man in the middle of a fucking jungle, so I hope he can bear with me as I gather the nerve. I start with my shirt. It seems the easiest place to begin. There isn’t much to it, so I just rip it off.

“Slowly, my pet,” he says. “We have nowhere to be.”

Giving him my back, I unfasten my shorts and ease them down my thick thighs. I can’t see him, but I hear the deep groan he utters as I bend at the waist.

“Have I ever told you how much I adore your body?” he asks.

“Possibly,” I say as I untie my laces and toe off my boots. “But a girl never gets tired of hearing it.”

Wearing only a thin lace bra and some barely there panties, I step into him. His erection speaks as loudly as his words, showing me just how perfect he believes me to be.

He leans forward and nips my stomach. “Take off the rest. I want to see all of you.”

“You said to go slowly, so I was thinking maybe I could swim in this, then take off the rest when we’re back at the villa.” I rush to get the words out as his kisses travel lower. “But maybe I can just take them off.”

I reach behind me to unfasten my bra, but he stands and swats my hands away. I expect him to use one hand to do that snazzy fuckboy trick where they unfasten your bra with the flick of their dirty fingers, but he doesn’t. He fumbles with the clasp like a gentleman.

As the lace falls away, my breasts relax. His hands are there to cup them, gently squeezing as his fingertips seek out my pebbled nipples. Heat courses between my legs.

He leans over and begins kissing my breasts, then moves down my body. His mouth guides the way, cutting a path toward my panties. Then they’re gone too.

Realizing how naked I am, I hurry for the water and nearly slip on a rock. Ezra is right behind me and catches me before I can crash down and break my neck.

“First day on your new legs?” he asks.

I grip his hand for dear life and step forward again. “No, but if I’m not careful?—”

The rocks cease to be, and down I go. Apparently, it was impossible to see the bottom of the basin because it doesn’t fucking exist.

I sputter upward and swipe the hair from my face. Ezra holds his hand out for me, but he doesn’t stop laughing as he hauls me back onto the rocks in the shallows.

“Let’s walk a little further away from the falls,” he says as he guides me. “The water is a touch deeper over there, but not as deep as the well you just fell into, Timmy.”

I swat his arm and laugh along with him. What else can I do? Despite feeling and looking like a sack of kittens just saved from the river, something about Ezra just makes me...happy.

At the edge of the pool, we ease into the water together. I press my back against a large rock that almost creates a sort of chair. His hands slide down my body, and I brace myself against the rock as he lifts my hips and dips his head below the surface.

Bubbles rise between my legs, and the tickling sensation feels like one thousand touches against my bare skin. Then his tongue glides between my lips, encasing me in warmth.

I reach back and grip the rough rock while catching a glimpse of my reflection in the water. My rippling rolls stare back at me. My nipples are mildly off center, and my breasts are a bit too saggy for my liking. How can he see me the way he does?

But then his tongue washes away any insecurity as he devours me beneath the water.

Seconds later, he breaks the surface and takes in air. His mouth engulfs my nipple, sucking and nipping, but it’s not enough.

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