Page 128 of His Secret Gift

“What?” I was lost in my own bliss.

“Talk to me. I love that.”

“Um, okay.” I don’t have much practice. “What should I say?”

“That has to come from you,” he answers breathlessly.

I’m scrambling my mind. “Uh, I like the feeling of you inside of me.” It’s the truth, after all.

“Oh, god,” he coos against my ear. “Yes. And you’re so wet. It’s so sexy.”

Ooh. I think I’m starting to understand why he likes dirty talk so much.“What else?” I encourage him.

He suckles at one of my breasts. “Your nipples are so perfect and so hard.” He flicks it with his tongue, and I writhe beneath him.

Eventually, I feel that delicious heat rise in my body, and I allow myself to be as loud as I want as I climax.

Next, it’s his turn, and I feel his body stiffen before he lets out a long moan.

And just like that, I’ve officially had sex with Jack Shelley.

When we’re finished, he goes into the water to clean himself up, and I try to discreetly as I possibly can pee in a nearby bush.

He then lays back down on the towel, and I join him after getting dressed again. We are both still breathing heavily.

He’s on his back, and I’m on my belly, so he rolls over and smacks my ass. “That. That is how it’s done folks.”

“You liked it?”

He scoffs. “Liked it? Kayla that was amazing.”

Good.I bite my lower lip.

“Hell, if I was a younger man, I’d insist we go again.” He turns back over, and I scoot closer before resting my head on his shoulder.

“Speaking of your age, I meant to tell you that you have some grays in this thicket of chest hair.”

He squeezes me tight. “Yeah, right.”

“No, I’m just kidding.”

After that, we just cuddle and listen to the meditative sounds of nature around us.

I managed tofall asleep—but who could blame me? On a gorgeous beach and in a handsome man’s arms? What else was I supposed to do.

But after rubbing my eyes and raising my head, I see that he’s fully awake.

“I’m so sorry,” I say after yawning.

His brown eyes peer down at me. “No need to apologize.”

“How long was I out?”

The corners of his mouth turn downward. “Maybe an hour or so.”

“An hour!” I sit up in surprise. “Why on earth didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked so peaceful.”

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