Page 13 of On The Beach

"If you tell anyone about my shower, I'll make you regret it, Babycakes," Mick reiterated his warning as he took off his board shorts and stood magnificently naked.

The waterfall descended gracefully from the heights above, tumbling over moss-covered rocks in multiple tiers. Each layer formed an inviting crystal-clear pool.

I removed Mick's shirt and joined him naked. The freedom of feeling this way was intoxicating. He had a bar of soap in hand which he held out to me. It smelled like…lavender?

"You don't seem like an essential oil kinda guy," I remarked as I took the soap from him.

"Madam Cedella makes these. I use whatever she gives me."

I took the soap and rubbed it between my hands, making it foam. "There is something astounding about bathing in nature as we were meant to." I hand him back the soap and turn. My confidence is at peak level. "Wash my back."

The rhythmic sound of cascading water and the soft rustling of leaves created an ambiance that transported me to a state of serenity. Here, time seemed to slow down, allowing me to immerse fully in the tranquility and magic of this oasis.

"You're a very beautiful and sexy woman." His hands went down my hips to cup my ass. "Lean against the rock, Babycakes."

I did as he asked, the water cascading over me. I groaned when he surprised me by entering me. The bar of soap fell on the rock we were standing on as Mick slowly,veryslowly, pumped in and out of me.

His hands covered my breasts, and he squeezed. His breath was hot against my ear. "Do you know that when you come, you milk me so hard that I have no choice but to follow?" His voice was hoarse like it was an insurmountable effort to speak.

"Mick," I moaned as his hand covered my pussy. I couldn't move. He was holding me tight, but I needed the support of the stones I was leaning my hands against, so my ass was jutting out, letting him invade me.

"Yeah, Babycakes," he grunted, his fingers playing with my clit. "You feel so good. Wet, so wet."

"We're under a waterfall," I managed to say, bemused.

"You're warm and wetinside." His thrusts became less coordinated, but he was hitting against my G-spot, the one I thought was a myth until last night.

"Belle, you've got to get there.Now."

Like my body was under his command, I did get there, my body vibrating with release. He crushed me against the rock, and I didn't give a shit about getting scraped or scratched. This feeling of euphoria was unmatched.

He came, his forehead resting on my shoulder. "God! I don't think I've ever come this hard."

I didn't think he was talking to me, just himself. I smiled, feeling warm and not because of his hot cum inside of me.

Oh, oh, Belle, be careful. This is a beach romance; you leave for Cambridge as soon as you find…hell, in all this excitement, I'd forgotten about Dr. Nicholas Augustus. Lives are on the line. I have to find him.

Those thoughts sobered me, and I moved, dislodging Mick.

"Fuckin' hell. God damn it," he bellowed.

I turned. "What?"

"I didn't wear a rubber."

"Fuckin' hell. God damn it," I yelled and watched his cum slide down my thighs along with the water from the fall.

"I'm clean," he said softly.

I scoffed. "You sleep with everyone."

"I don't ever have sex without a rubber," he retorted. "I have my latest blood test results at home."

"And God knows how many women you've slept with since," I sighed. "I'll get tested."

"That's your prerogative. But you're the first since I got tested two weeks ago."

"You've been celibate for two weeks?"

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