Page 25 of Momcom Vacation

I tease, kissing down the column of her throat.

Moaning, she slips a hand between us and strokes me under the water.

“I was hoping you’d fuck me senseless.” Her voice waivers, as if she’s nervous. Fuck.

This woman has no idea the hold she has on me.

“Oh, Princess.” I tug on her ponytail, forcing her head back. “Everything I have is yours.

Including my cock. Now get this sweet ass on the boat. I’ve got plans for you.”

As she climbs onto the swim platform, water streams down her ass and legs. Fuck me, the sight of her alone might kill me.

Once I’ve followed her onto the boat, she throws me a fancy towel. Rather than dry off, I toss it onto a nearby bench and drop to my knees. In a matter of heartbeats, I’ve got one of her long legs thrown over my shoulder.

She hangs on to the lines as I devour her pussy. With each move, I silently tell her that she should never be afraid to ask for what she wants. If this woman understood how much I love her and cherish every fucking inch of her, she’d never doubt us again.

“Enzo,” she calls out, arching her back.

I pick up the pace, relishing the profoundness of the effect I have on her. It feels like a superpower, making a woman as controlled and serious as Delia fall apart.

And she does. As she rides my face, crying out, I make a promise never to neglect my woman again.

By the time I sink into her, my focus locked on a pair of blue eyes that widen as she takes every inch of me, I can’t believe that I’ve been rolling out of bed each morning and heading to work knowing I’m leaving her behind.

“Look at me.” I pin her arms above her head—making a mental note to thank Beckett—and pick up the pace.

As she arches under me, I lavish her breasts with attention. I lap and suck and groan against her skin, and in return, she tightens around my length.

I squeeze her wrists and thrust deeper, grinding against her clit. I’m a man possessed, unleashing every primal urge I’ve been suppressing for weeks.

The perfect woman beneath me meets me thrust for thrust, screaming my name and begging me to fuck her harder.

I’m nothing if not obedient when it comes to her pleasure. So I pound into her with all I have until she’s soaring into oblivion. Two pumps later, while her pussy spasms around me, I follow.

And fuck, is it spectacular.

I feel like I just sprinted a marathon.

“I’m over forty, Princess,” I growl into her stomach, where I collapsed after the most intense orgasm of my life. “Pretty sure your pussy sent me into cardiac arrest.”

I kiss her abdomen, then prop myself up on my elbows.

“Or maybe it was the screams. I’m pretty sure you traumatized all the marine life in a one-mile radius. You’ve made enemies of the dolphins and the whales.”

She rakes a hand through my damp hair. “I love you.”

My heart does a fucking somersault at the sheer joy swimming in her eyes.

“Wait a second,” she says, bolting upright and dislodging me. “Is the boat moving?”

I stand still, a bit dizzy, and survey our surroundings. Shit, we’ve drifted.

“Enzo.” Delia clutches my arm and digs her nails into my flesh. “The sandbar.”

Heart hammering for a different reason, I spin. Sure enough, we’re much farther from the island than we were when we climbed out of the water. The noodles we abandoned in our haste are nothing more than pinpricks of color floating in the water. And rather than ocean, I find sand when I look over the side of the boat. Oh fuck. We managed to dislodge the anchor and drift into the sandbar.

“Shit. How do we get it out?”

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