Page 61 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

Not wanting to continue this conversation, I huff and say, “Whatever! I’m hot. I’m going to put my bathing suit on and go for a swim. Do you want to join me?”

Ryan smirks, and he wraps his arms around my waist. “I thought we could rest first.”

“Rest? Yeah, sure. I doubt rest crossed your mind.”

He laughs, and I can’t help but laugh with him. “You know me too well.”

Smiling, I get up on my tiptoes and give him a small kiss. He tries to deepen it, but I pull back, holding onto his cut. “Ah, ah, ah… first swim, then we eat because I’m starting to get hungry.” Then, stepping back, I say, “Crap, is there any food here?”

His hands pull me forward and slide up my back, then one hand reaches behind my head where he grips my hair, and his other hand cups my cheek. “The fridge is fully stocked. I made sure of it before we got here.”

“And how did you manage that?” I ask, surprised.

“I have my secrets.”

“You sure do. Now let me go… the ocean is calling us.”

He tilts his head and rests his forehead on mine. Part of me wants to say to him, ‘forget about the swim and have your way with me,’ but the ocean looks so tempting, and we have lots of time to spend in this room together. Unfortunately, we don’t get to holiday together often.

“Fine,” he agrees, letting go of my waist. “We will go swimming.”

Finding my bathing suit, I face him saying, “I’ll be right back,” and head into the bathroom, leaving him to find his swimwear. Once I enter the ensuite, I fall in love. The shower is at least the size of my bathroom at home. It’s a walk-in shower with a his-and-her showerhead.

Two large oval basins are sitting on marble countertops, matching the floors. It’s magical.

Once I’m finished changing, I exit the ensuite and stop in my tracks when I see Ryan standing in his swim trunks bare-chested. My clit throbs at the sight of him, and all thoughts of swimming are forgotten because right now, all I want to do is jump Ryan’s bones.

He smirks as if he knows my thoughts, but then his smile is replaced by hunger. His eyes take me in, and I’m so glad I decided to buy this white two-piece bathing suit. When I tried it on at the mall, Annie insisted I buy it. But I was hesitant, worried that it would reveal my nipples in the water. Annie told me I was overthinking it, so I agreed and bought it. The bra is a halter that ties around my neck, and two strings on either side tie the bottoms together.

My mouth dries at the intensity of his stare, and suddenly everything turns into slow motion. He takes a few steps toward me, and once we’re only a hair’s breadth away, he kisses me like a man starved. I match him kiss for kiss, moan for moan, and we are so wrapped up in each other that nothing else matters but being together right now.

His hands move from my face and cup my shoulders, and he pulls back, breathing heavily. “Baby, this is what you do to me,” he admits rubbing his erection against me. And I gasp as his hands then cup my breasts where he fiddles with my nipples through the flimsy material. Reaching my hands around his neck, I force his lips to mine, enjoying our tongues dancing with one another. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and his hands move from my breasts to between my thighs where he plays with my clit. I cry out at his touch through the material, and he swallows all my moans.

Moving the material to the side, his finger makes contact with my pussy, and I’m lost. He continues to rotate my clit, and then another finger enters me. “So fuckin’ beautiful. You’re soaked, baby.”

“Oh God, Tracker, I need more.”

“Say it again?”

“What?” I state, unable to concentrate on anything but his fingers on me.

“Say my name.”

“Tracker.” I moan. “Tracker. Tracker. Tracker.”

That is his undoing. He lifts me in his arms and leads me to the bed, where he lays me flat with him on top of me. We don’t break our kiss, and my hands get hungry to touch every inch of his body, taking extra time as they move along the ridges on his chest.

“I need you inside me,” I beg.

He moves his lips from my mouth and sucks my nipple into his. His other hand plays with my nipple rolling it and squeezing, but it’s not enough, so I beg for more. “Tracker, I need you.”

He stops and looks at me, his eyes boring into mine. “You want my cock or my mouth, baby?”

“Oh, God,” I whisper, “Your cock… I need your cock.”

I’m so turned on right now that I place pressure on his chest, causing him to roll on his back. He smiles up at me, and I undo the string at the top of his shorts and slide them down his legs. His cock springs to life. Leaning down, I kiss the head and straddle his waist, impatient to have him inside me. Ryan undoes the ties on the side of my bikini bottoms, and I lift myself a little allowing him room to slide them off. He throws them to the side, and I don’t waste any time. I slide down his engorged cock, still loving his fullness inside me.

“Yesss,” I coo, rolling my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. “You feel so good.”

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