Page 67 of Race to Me

“I want you, Skyler.” Foster whispers, his lips on my neck.

Twenty-five

The rushing sound of the tide crashing against the waves doesn’t match the smooth rhythm in which Foster kisses me, holds me, grabs me...

I would try to control my breathing, but it would be impossible with how perfect he looks on top of me. He draws back, ripping off his shirt and laying it down beside me.

Toned, golden muscles arch when he swoops his hand under my back and throws me on top of the shirt, protecting the lower part of my body from the tiny grains of sand beneath us. His leg sits between my knees, pushing up ever so slightly to create an ache deep in my core.

I run my hands along Foster’s back, watching as he nibbles his lip. A cooling sensation peppers my skin as his silver chain touches my nose.

His lush mouth slides down my body, a cool sensation following quickly behind it.

Underneath the shirt, the soft sand conforms to my curves.

Everything is perfect underneath the midnight sky that’s speckled with bright stars. The moonlight casts a glow on Foster’s back, showcasing the sheer stretch of his muscles as he dots kisses down my stomach. He stops right above my pants, gripping the edge between his strikingly white teeth.

I lift myself off the ground slightly, to give him permission. A groan escapes him when he slips my pants off. Taking it slow, he trails his fingertips from the tops of my feet to my inner thigh, making me shudder from the touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Foster tells me, his obsidian eyes washing over me while the night sky washes over us both.

Nervous and unsure what to say or do, I look up at the stars. The moment I do, his warm finger slides over the slit of my panties, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from me.

He does this for endless moments, teasing and enjoying the way my body writhes for him.

Foster’s hand dips down further as he slides one finger inside of me. “Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so damn tight.”

“I ... Foster,” I moan, dipping my head back into the sand. My body twitches when he slides a second finger inside, slowly pushing it in and out. The feeling is so pleasurable, so perfect.

He bends down, and I can feel his hair between my legs. “Can I taste you?” He licks his lips, continuing to rub his finger up and down.

I look at him, finding a dash of want hidden behind his dark eyes. I nod, biting my own lip at the sight of him in this position.

Foster smiles and rings his fingers around the fabric of my panties, pulling them to the side. I moan as his mouth dives between my slit, filling me with warmth. Every smooth flick of his tongue sends me further into the galaxy.

I jolt forward at the same time as the waves do, diving headfirst into the first orgasm that someone else has given me.

“Fuck me.” I say in an unfamiliar, breathy voice. I’m surprised by my tone and what I said. When Foster looks at me, his unruly hair lays wildly atop his head as he studies me.

“I’m not like your preppy boyfriends, Sky.” His tongue darts out and brushes my inner thigh. “I’m not just going to leave you disappointed and wanting. I’m going to take your body and make it mine.” He assumes, but he’s right.

His large, inked hand constricts around me, grabbing my ass with a lustful squeeze.

Foster’s thumb runs across my throbbing clit. “I’m going to devour every fucking inch of you.” he promises, bringing his fingers up to gently pinch my hard nipples. Then, he rips off his pants, his throbbing cock bursting out from his boxers, bouncing from the freedom of the fabric being gone. I gulp as he whispers into the night air, “You’ll be getting into bed with the devil.”

From both my lack of experience and fear that he’ll notice, I blurt out, “I’m a virgin.” My words make him groan. A wild look grows in his eyes.

“And you want to give it to me?” Foster asks in a rough, gritty tone.

When I nod, he sits up, stroking his impressive length in his hands. The sight makes chills grow over every inch of my heated skin.

His finger trails the top of my clit, and I do everything I can to not cry out in pleasure. “You want me to be the first and only man inside of you?” he asks, a sultry look in his eyes.

The way he said first andonlymakes my knees shake. I nod my head, sliding my hands down his sides, wanting to feel his warm, tattooed skin against mine.

“Yes,” I tell him softly.

He leans forward to plant a kiss on my forehead, and his tattooed knuckles brush my cheek when he pulls away slightly. “I’ll be careful with you,” he promises, dipping his head down to kiss my lips. “This time.”

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