Page 61 of Coincidentally Kismet

“Rambo, we weren’t done. Hurry, get this stuff in and move the Jeep up the beach a little farther where the water hasn’t reached in this far.” She waves her hand at me like,Get a move on.

“Yes, ma’am.” I hit her with a salute, sending her into a fit of giggles.

I move the Jeep quickly and see her walking up to it with a sultry grin.

“Get in the back, Rambo. I’ll close the tailgate and crawl through the front seat.” It’s a demand, and a damn sexy one at that.

I cannot believe this is happening. Actually, I’m not even sure I know what is happening, but my growing erection assumes it’s going to be good. I do as I’m told and settle into the back. Cam closed the tailgate, just as she said, and is shimmying her way in next to me from the front seat.

“I’m really thankful you have tinted windows,” she huffs out as she makes her final hoist into the back.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I play it coy, not one to assume, even if it’s a pretty safe bet what’s about to happen.

“I’ve been dying to taste you, all of you, since the other night. Is that okay?”

Is she for real? What kind of idiot would I be if I said no.

“Of course, it’s okay. Just remember, there are things I want to do too.”

On that note, she tugs at my swim trunks and I lift a bit to help her. Cam settles between my legs and gently wraps her small hand around the base of my shaft. She makes quick work of licking me root to tip, spending extra time and attention on the crown. My brain is going foggy, and I may actually be seeing stars. She takes all of me, letting out a small hum of satisfaction.

“Oh God, you have to stop or I’m going to embarrass myself,” I half whisper, half shout.

“I want you. Have you been checked out recently?” she asks quickly.

“Yeah, you? Birth control?” My hands are roaming every curve of her body.

“Yes, and yes.” She’s climbing up on top of me, my cock positioned perfectly between her legs and her delectable tits hovering right above my mouth. Taking a chance, I move her bikini top to the side and suck one nipple into my mouth until it forms a tight nub. Laving on her, I move to the other one and give it a similar treatment. Holy shit, the soft gasps and taste of her is enough to make me blow, and I haven’t even sank into her yet.

Letting out a little sigh, she grabs me and puts me in the perfect spot, sinking down ever so slowly. She gasps a little as I stretch her to accommodate me. She is tight, extremely tight, gripping me like a fist. She pushes herself down the rest of the way, fully seating herself on me.

“You, okay?” I ask, concern mixed with need as the words filter out.

“Yeah . . . oh fuck . . . you feel so good. I need to move,” she moans.

I grab her hips gently, helping her find her rhythm. She bounces and circles in a perfect motion, and I lift slightly with each bounce, sinking deeper and deeper. She’s getting close, I can tell by the slickness coating me and the uneven breaths she is puffing sweetly against my neck. Quickly, I move my thumb between us, over her sweet spot in light vertical flicks. She tightens instantly and lets out a strangled scream, drenching me. The sound and sight of her falling apart sends me crashing after her with a growl.

I hold her tightly against my chest, soaking in the aftermath. Completely sated and semidelirious. Running a hand down her hair and back, I ask, “You good?”

She lets out a small laugh, kisses my cheek, and nuzzles into my neck. “I’m pretty sure I just saw heaven, met God, all the things.”

“God, huh? That’s high praise, Wright.” I can’t help but smirk and raise an eyebrow at her assessment.

“Oh sure, laugh it up. I’m not operating on all cylinders, but seriously...I now understand the termmind-blowing, if you must know.” She swats my arm.

“You were amazing, Cam. Truly, even better than I remembered.”

“Ohhh...so you’ve been remembering me? Is that why I noticed you keep my picture in your wallet?”

I lightly smack her on the backside. “Damn it, I knew you saw that last night. I was hoping you didn’t notice. But the answer is yes. I never stopped thinking about you, missing you, lo—” I’m interrupted by a loud knock on my window.

“Beach Patrol, everything okay in there?”

Shit! I know he can’t see us, thank fuck for the window tint.

“Yes, officer, just taking a break from the sun,” I shout back as Cam scrambles off of me and adjusts her bathing suit.

“Can’t just hang out in your vehicle. It’s about to get dark and the tides are coming in. Get a move on.” He taps the window once more.

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