Page 59 of Her Wild Coast Refuge

I take her hand and wrap it around me, being careful of her wounds. Then I wrap my hand over hers and stroke. We move together, my grip firm. It’s incredible, but I want more.

“Take me into your mouth,” I say, pulling her to me for another kiss. “I want those sweet lips around me.”

Lexie pulls back from our kiss, her face tense with desire. She settles between my thighs, then glances over her shoulder.

“I’m right here,” Dawson says, his gaze smoldering.

Lexie takes her time kissing down, then her lips brush past my tip. With a breath to calm my raging hunger, I caress her soft breast, scissoring her peak with my fingers.

She pauses to savor my touch, then takes me inside, her soft lips tight around me.

I groan. Her mouth is heaven. Soft and wet and so fucking tight.

Lexie takes more, gliding against me.

Sweet fuck it’s good.

I comb her silky hair from her face and sweep it over her shoulder so it drapes across my right thigh, grazing my skin.

Dawson huffs a groan.

“Fuck, yes, Lexie,” I say as she tends to me. “Just like that.”

After holding back while she came on my face and Dawson rubbed one out from the sidelines, I’m already on the brink.

Dawson caresses the curve of her hip. “Remember what I said I wanted to do to you?”

Her eyes flutter closed.

“Say yes if you want it,” Dawson adds.

“Yes,” Lexie says on a gasp.

Dawson’s jaw flexes, making the little muscle in his neck twitch. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself so he can caress her from behind. Lexie pulls off me to breathe, her head falling between my thighs.

Dawson caresses her while she pleasures me, the three of us locked in a slow, sensual rhythm. My release builds, the ache behind my breastbone throbbing.

I’m wary of pushing Lexie too hard so soon, but it’s impossible to reel in the wild desires short circuiting my thoughts. I want this to last, yet my foot has the gas pedal pegged.

Dawson kisses down her spine and shifts lower, to where she needs him.

Lexie jolts, coming off me to pant. She grips me with one hand and my thigh with the other as Dawson teases her.

I guide her back and with a needy whimper, she lowers down.

The tension inside me ratchets higher. My spine burns and my heart pounds in my chest. With my fingers buried in Lexie’s hair, the heat surges through me like wildfire.

Lexie moans as we rock, electrifying the energy between us.

Dawson moves slow and sensual, reading her cues. She comes beautifully, triggering my release. I close my eyes and let everything go.

With a groan, I ease Lexie off and pull her to me. We melt into the bed, with her on my chest, her skin warm and her breaths fast. Dawson settles on her other side.

The three of us rest there, Lexie cradled between us while Dawson and I caress her softly.

“That was a lot, sweetheart,” Dawson finally says, caressing down her arm. “You okay?”

She sighs. “More than okay.”

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