Page 54 of Everything I Crave

“Okay, this is fine.” I sit on the bed and a plume of dust comes up around me. Maybe. “I’m going to go shake this off on the balcony.” I walk out the French doors leading to the balcony and shake the blanket over the edge of the railing. Dust flies off into the breeze. When there doesn’t seem to be any more, I lay it over the railing to get some fresh air.

I walk back in to find Willow splayed out on the bed like a starfish. “I don’t care how dusty it might be, I’m exhausted,” she says.

I lean over her, kissing her lips gently. “Are you sure?” I tease.

“Mmm, I might have a little bit of energy to muster.” She grabs at my back, pulling me down to her.

She moans into my mouth as I run my hand down her body causing her skin to pebble under my touch.

I grip her by the waist and pull her into my arms before walking her out to the balcony without moving my lips from hers.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m going to bend you over this balcony, and fuck you while we look out at the ocean under the moonlight.”

She gulps, “But what about the rest of your family?”

“I guess you better be quiet, darling.”

I spin her around quickly to face the railing and gently bend her hips. Running my hand up her back and into her hair. I lean over her and reach under her shirt to pinch her nipple.

She squeaks at my touch.

“Lose your shorts, darling.”

She reaches back at my command and pushes them down her legs.

The sight of her perfect ass in the cheeky lace boy shorts has me hard immediately. I slap her right ass cheek, earning another squeak from her, this time muffled. I unbutton my pants and push them to join hers on the balcony.

I drag kisses up her spine, and stop at the shell of her ear. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Mmm,” was the only response I got before she shoves that perfect little ass right back into me, letting me know she is ready.

I practically rip those damn lace shorts because they aren’t coming off her body fast enough.

I slide my cock into her, slow at first, gripping her hips. The fantasy I had as a teenager, taking a girl up here on the balcony, overlooking the ocean, is nothing compared to the reality of what I have as an adult.

“Oh, Gunnar, fast-”

I don’t let her finish before I start going faster, harder, bringing her to the edge. She is so close, her knuckles are white gripping the edge of the railing.

“Not yet, darling,” I grit out trying to stave off my own orgasm.

I reach one arm around to roll her nipple between my fingers, and the other to find her clit. I apply gentle pressure, and friction, keeping her body close to mine.

Her hips are bucking into me, she’s struggling to stand and putting more weight on my arms holding her up. Her legs shake beneath me.

“Come for me,” I whisper.

She follows my command and I orgasm along with her. The only sound is the waves crashing into the cliffs.

Goddamn she listens so well during sex and it’s such a fucking turn on. As stubborn as she is every other minute of the day, she enjoys that I control her orgasms.

“Fuck. Can we do that again?” she asks, standing and collapsing backwards into my chest.

“I think we can arrange that,” I whisper into her ear.

I mentally admonish myself for ever thinking there were obstacles to this woman being here with me. I can already feel myself falling hard and fast for her.

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