Page 74 of On The Beach

We didn't have time for what I had in mind, not when her family was right outside the door, metaphorically and literally.Butit had been so long since I'd been this close to her, and I wanted…everything.

"Mick, I…."

I took her hand and placed it on her pussy. Her hips moved, and it was erotic as hell. "Look at me."

She did.

I stroked myself as I watched her fingers on her pussy. "You're getting close," I said in wonder, "So fast."

"It's…."

"Slow down, Babycakes. Oh yeah, touch that clit, don'tpinch it, Belle." She'd come that way, and I wanted to prolong this just a little longer. Just a moment so I could savor in case she didn't let me back between her legs again for a while.

Her hips surged, and I pumped my cock.

I couldn't resist it. I slid a finger inside, and she shuddered. I stroked her G-spot, but before she could release, I pulled out and spread her juices on her nipples. I leaned down and suckled first one and then the other hard nub. She moaned.

"Shh," I whispered. "You have to be quiet, or everyone will know what we're doing here."

They probably already did. But now that I'd met Belle's family and found out they were all a little nuts—I didn't think it would matter. How I thought Belle was serious and boring, I had no clue. That was her lab persona; the real woman was…well, fucking amazing.

"You want me inside you?" I asked.

"Yes," she breathed without hesitation.

I couldn't wait. It had been too long. I draped myself over her; the desperation to be inside her, tempered by love, the need to make this special for both of us, to make it a homecoming of sorts.

I slid inside her and groaned. "Perfect."

Her legs immediately went around my flanks, and her eyes were on me, hot, aroused, affectionate, indulgent.

I kissed her because I couldn't help it. She was the most adorable woman ever, and I felt this need to fuck her and hold her all at once.

"You stretch me so well," she murmured.

"It's because you were made for me." The guy with the horns on my shoulder raised both eyebrows,Seriously? Made for me? What's next? You wanna write poetry? Just fuck her asshole.

I ignored my go-to reaction to feeling this emotional highbecause it wasn'tfuckingwhen it was with Belle. We made love.

"Tell me," I demanded as I pumped into her, glorying at the feeling of my impending release, feeling her pussy flutter around me, indicating she was about to orgasm.

She moaned and cried out my name.

"Tell me," I repeated.

"Mick," she protested, and it came out as a whine.

I slowed down when she was pleading with words and actions for me to go harder, deeper,more.

"I love you," she whispered.

The floodgates opened, and I began to slam into her, hard repeatedly. Her childhood bed squeaked, and I didn't give a shit who heard us. Let them know. I wanted the world to know.

"Give it back to me," she cried out as she began to convulse around me, pulling me with her to the other side of the little death.

"I love you, Babycakes."

CHAPTER 26

---