Page 65 of Her Wild Coast Promise

“I don’t mind.”

“That’s my brave girl,” he praises. “Let me make it all better.” He glides out, then strokes gently up and down. I’m so wet now that everything is slick and silky and his touch feels like magic.

With gentle thrusts and firm circles against my most sensitive place, he brings me to the brink. I’m panting and gripping his thighs so tight, my head thrown back on his shoulder. When he groans in my ear, I come apart.

Maybe it’s the decadent combination of being so completely sated from last night and hungry for more just hours later, or maybe it’s being the full focus of his attention, but time bends and expands as the pleasure floods into every part of me, stretching the fibers holding me together to the breaking point, like a rubber band stretched too far, then let go, arcing into space like a shooting star.

I come down with a satisfied groan and Seth gently caressing from my thighs to the valley between my breasts.

“How’s...” I pause to breathe. “…your investigation…now?” I feel languid and happy in his embrace, with my skin tingling and my back warm against his chest.

He kisses the side of my head. “It’s progressing.”

“You need more?” I tease.

Beneath me, his erection gives a little pulse. While I was writhing against him, he went from firm to rock hard.

“A little. It’s in your best interest. I promise.” He sits up and tucks my knees against his thighs so I’m straddling him, with his chest to my back. When I settle down, his bulge presses into where I’m still plush and sensitive.

We kiss, our tongues slow and his lips deliciously tender on mine. He caresses my breasts, gentle at first, then as my nipples harden, with more firmness, tugging and teasing. I start to rock on him as we kiss and my mind narrows to the sole craving for everything he has to offer.

He reaches into the side drawer and hands me the condom. In the daylight, my suspicion regarding the sizing is confirmed. He lifts me up an inch to tug down his briefs, unveiling his gorgeous cock. I can’t help but wrap my fingers around him and stroke. He’s warm and so full and hard. Totally irresistible.

Seth releases a low groan, his thighs tensing. He wraps his arms around my middle, his cheek pressed to the back of my neck, like I’m his pillar of support in a time of need.

“Cora,” he moans while I stroke him. There’s an urgent, desperate note in his voice, like he’s in pain, or will be if I don’t do what he says.

I unwrap the condom and carefully slide it on.

With satisfied sigh, he lifts my thighs, which glides him against me. I rock against him, completely consumed by desire.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He urges me up, so his tip settles perfectly where I need him. “Nice and slow, baby. Whatever feels good to you.”

I angle my hips just enough to center him where I need him, and slowly lower. My thighs tremble, but I need more. The stretch of him is unlike anything I’ve experienced. There’s a tightness and a hint of discomfort, but it’s not deterring me at all. It’s like an itch that only this intense amount of pressure can scratch.

Good Lord, he’s going to ruin me.

“That’s it,” Seth praises as I lower a little more. He caresses my breasts and kisses my shoulder. “You feel so good.”

I savor how snug and perfectly our bodies fit together.

With a deep breath, I take him all the way inside. He’s so thick that I pause to breathe, my hands gripping his thighs.

He kisses the back of my ear, whispering praises, completely at ease with me being in control. I move against him, giving in to the sensations driving me on. He touches me in all the right places while I ride him, taking him as deep as I need, grinding him past the aching, tingling place that wants him closer, harder.

I close my eyes as the climax sings inside me, rising, the harmony so sweet and joyful, like a chord hit just right. How can this man do this to me so easily, satisfying me so perfectly, like he knows me, knows my body, my desires? And how can he do so knowing we’ve promised to end it as soon as this is over? The despair threatening to pull me under overpowers me at the same time the bliss of another orgasm splits me open. I release with the agony and joy mixing together inside me until I’m shuddering and gasping.

But Seth doesn’t let me rest. He lies back, his hands on my waist, gently guiding me faster. I arch my back as another climax starts to coil at the base of my spine. He caresses my bottom, letting me take control of the pace, his breaths labored.

It’s almost too delicious, like a runner’s high or the taste of something surprisingly sweet. Seth rocks his hips to meet mine, our bodies finding a sensual, firm rhythm. I caress where I’m tender to satisfy a new craving. It feels frighteningly close to surrender, making me wonder how I could possibly have lived without him for so long.

I cry out with the first pulse of my release. He urges me on, faster, firmly driving me over the edge.

We come together, with Seth pulsing inside me, our breaths labored. Tremors rattle down my thighs as I rest there, unable to move. Seth sucks in a slow breath, caressing my bottom, thighs, and up my spine, his touch caring, almost reverent. Heat prickles race across my skin.

After a long moment of our slowing breaths filling the room, Seth sits up and gently urges my hips to rise, one hand on the base of the condom, until he slips out of me. The pang of need and despair that fills me the instant we’re separated settles deep in my chest. Seth swivels to the side of the bed to clean up. Unable to stop myself, I throw my arms around his neck and inhale his clove and pine scent, accented by the scent of sex. If I could bottle this exact combination, so I could remember these moments, I would.

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