Page 76 of Beached Wedding

“So good,” I managed to stutter.

His fingers slid back, arriving deep, stretching me in the most delicious way.

He was driving me insane. I lifted my hips into his mouth, moaning unreservedly and suddenly peaking. Quaking. Coming hard while he kept fucking me with his mouth and hand.

He didn’t let up until I was weak and trembling, thighs splayed, body twitching all over. Even then, he played a little more, until fresh swirls of desire began singing in my blood.

He rose over me and took tastes of my nipples on the way back to my mouth, causing fresh havoc in nerve endings that should have been spent.

“I liked that,” he said against my mouth.

“Me, too,” I breathed. “A lot.”

We shared a smile. A kiss.

“Condoms are in the bathroom.” His gaze checked in. Are we really doing this?

“Hurry back.” I caressed his ear, his shoulder, the line of his collarbone and down the center of his chest as he pulled away.

I liked the way his cock pressed so insistently against the front of his shorts, and the way he dragged them down and kicked out of them on the way the bathroom, letting me watch the flex of his firmly muscled ass.

When he came back, his erection was in his fist.

I’d seen him in shorts and togs and underwear more than fully clothed, but the full effect of him naked and aroused was somewhere between soft-porn firefighter calendar and old-world artistry.

Fox was physically perfect. His wide shoulders and muscled chest narrowed to stacked abs and flat hips. Tidy patches of hair arrowed down to that dark erection jutting so fiercely from between his thick, tense thighs.

My heart took a little skip of erotic excitement. I watched him open the condom and roll it on, thinking again that this wasn’t something we could pretend ‘just happened.’ We were two adults making a choice. Maybe a bad one.

It didn’t feel bad as he came back down on the bed, knees sliding between mine and pushing my legs apart.

I slid my hands between us so I could fondle the shape of him, squeezing to test how thick and hard he was, then caressing balls drawn tight with arousal. He closed his eyes as I stroked him, head sinking to hang heavily against my shoulder.

We kissed again, lengthy dirty kisses with a lot of tongue and moaning. I bent my knee and lifted my hips, silently urging him to give me what I wanted.

“Okay?” he murmured, sliding his touch to feel how wet I was.

So much more than okay. I nodded and guided his tip to ride against my clit for a few rocks of my hips, enjoying the friction before letting him catch at my entrance.

He made a growling noise and his body shook as he pressed that wide dome into me, filling me with a smooth, thick invasion of his flesh.

I drew my weak knees to his sides. He settled his weight fully against me, all of him snug and deep, filling me up. He was iron hard inside me and I gripped him with my inner muscles, eyes closed, reveling in the feel of him lodged within me.

I cupped the back of his neck and drew him close enough to nibble at the edge of his jaw, his lips.

He withdrew and returned. The move was slow and deliberate and delivered such a delicious rake of pleasure, I gasped and arched.

A wicked noise of amusement filled my ears. His satisfaction turned to torment as he did it again. This was too good. It was more pleasure than either of us deserved. And more than I could endure for long. It would be over far too soon and this was all I would ever have.

Maybe he realized that, too, because he held the pace to those careful, heavy strokes, drawing this out, holding us on a plain of abject joy while we groaned in ecstatic torture.

It was no use. The inevitable crept over us, locking us with tension, demanding more. I dug my nails into him and he deepened his strokes. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and he quickened them, losing what remained of his control.

Climax hit like a sledgehammer, engulfing me in waves of joy, tearing cries of elation from my throat while he drove deep and shuddered in equal surrender.

FOX

She hadn’t said she loved me.

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