Page 59 of Obsession Under the Southern Stars

I check my shorts and discover a larger wet patch on the material. “It was me as well.”

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“They’re swim shorts. And we’ve been making out for thirty minutes, and you turn me on, so…”

Her eyes have suddenly grown lava hot. “Mmm.” She moves closer to me again, wraps herself around me, and brushes her lips against mine. “I think we need to do something about that.”

“I told you,” I scold, “no sex,” although I don’t have the willpower to stop her kissing me.

“Fair enough,” she murmurs. “But we can still do something about it.” She slides a hand down my chest between us and closes it around my erection through my shorts. Slowly, she begins to massage it with a firm but gentle touch.

“Uh… whoa.” I try to move her arm, but she’s clamped to me, and there’s no room. “Zoe…”

“Just relax.” She kisses me, delving her tongue into my mouth, and nips at my bottom lip.

I frown and hold her by the hips, although I can’t move her off me because she’s squashed against the back of the sofa. If I move back, I’ll fall off. “Will you stop? I’m not going to come in my shorts like a sixteen-year-old.”

Her eyes light up. Then she gives a low, sexy laugh and licks my bottom lip. “Could you really do that? I want you to do that.”

“Argh, Zoe…”

She lifts up a little, moving so she’s on top of me, forcing me to shift onto my back. There’s not much room, and our clothes are rucked up and tangled, and her hair is beneath my elbow, and I’m getting hot and bothered. But she doesn’t seem to care. She moves her hips until my erection is nestled once more between her legs, then begins to thrust properly, rocking her hips to force me to slide through her soft flesh. I’m seriously turned on and getting more so by the second, and it’s not helped by the fact that she’s kissing my lips and my face and my neck, and occasionally whispering in my ear.

“Mmm… Joel,” she says, her hot breath warming my skin, “this is so fucking hot…” and, “God, I want you inside me… Imagine what I’m going to feel like, all warm and wet and tight around you…” and, “I can’t wait until we’re naked… I want youto kiss me all over… I want to feel your mouth on my breasts and between my legs… Do you want to know what I taste like, Joel?”

I sigh, because I know it’s pointless to resist; like my ship, she’s relentless, and I have no willpower at all where she’s concerned. I cup her breasts and tease her nipples for a while, then move my hands down to her bottom and squeeze the muscles there, pulling her closer as she continues to rock against me, picking up speed…

“Ahhh…” She closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip, and I know this is turning her on as much as me, which arouses me more than anything else she could have said or done.

I slide a hand into her hair and pull her head down to crush her lips to mine, and she gives a deep moan, which only serves to heighten my arousal. There’s absolutely no way I won’t come like this; she’s too beautiful, too sexy, too fucking hot for me to hold back.

“You want me to come?” I ask in between kisses.

“Oh my God, yes…”

I close my eyes, concentrating on the tensing of my muscles deep inside me…

“Oh yeah… come on, baby…” She pushes up a little, takes my hands in hers, and pins them above my head. I could resist, but I don’t want to, and I’m happy for her to hold me down and continue to thrust while she kisses me, happy to give myself over to her and let her claim her prize. I stiffen for a second, then groan as my climax hits, my hands flexing in hers as she rides me through it.

“Oh, oh, oh!” She comes a second time, trembling, hips jerking, and then collapses onto my chest, and we both lie there like that, in a sweaty, sticky mess, panting beneath the rays of the summer sun that are turning the room the color of honey.

“Mmm,” she says eventually, not stirring.

I sigh.

She lifts her head and looks at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is mussed, and she looks incredibly sexy.

“Am I squashing you?” she asks.

“Yes. Don’t move.”

Her lips curve up.

We study each other for a while. I remove a strand of her hair that has stuck to her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. Her gaze travels over my face, soft as a feather.

“You frown a lot,” she says, lifting a hand to smooth it over my forehead.

“Do I?”

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