Page 73 of On The Beach

I shook my head, stepping closer. "Maybe I don't fit perfectly into either world anymore, but then, Babycakes, neither do you."

Silence settled over us, and for once, she didn't push me away. She looked scared, hopeful, frightened, full of desire.

It's been fucking weeks since I tasted her, so I took her mouth and savored. Holy fucking hell. Yes, this was it. This was the woman; I thought when I sucked her tongue into my mouth, heard her moan, and felt her wrap herself around me.

Fireworks!

"Belle," I groaned and cupped her ass, ground against her like a teenager with a hard-on.

One minute, we were arguing; the next, we were pulling at each other's clothes. This waschemistry. I was certain of it because I'd never had this before, never had this desire to stay inside a woman, claim her.

I lifted her dress off her body and got rid of her underwear; all the while, I kissed her, sucked on her bottom lip, and thrust my tongue into her mouth, reveling in her response to me. I squeezed the curve of her ass and slid a hand over her naked pussy.

"You have too many clothes on," she gasped.

She was right. Too many fucking clothes.

She helped me get rid of my shirt—though her wandering hands distracted me to the point that I hauled her ass onto the bed and stood watching her while I undressed.

"Stay there."

Her eyes glinted with mischief. "But then, who'll take care ofthat."

She looked at my erection concealed by my underwear as I took my pants off. "Oh, you'll take care of it,Babycakes."

She was about to rise when I shook my head. "Stay where I left you, or I won't let you come."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yep."

"And you thinkyoucontrol my orgasm?" she challenged.

"I don't control it—but I know what you need me to do to get you there."

She smiled. "True."

I parted her thighs when I was naked and looked at her slick pussy. "Oh, Belle, you're so fucking beautiful."

"My eyes are up here."

I looked at her and grinned. "So, they are, and they are very beautiful too, but down here, you're exquisite."

I traced her thighs with my hands, enjoying her smooth, shapely legs.

"Have you been getting yourself off?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"You have a toy?"

"Yes."

"But not here." I nodded toward a bedside table.

"No."

"Touch yourself, Belle."

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