Page 106 of Spring Tide

He slides his hands out of my hair, gaze anxiously darting around us. “Out here, though?”

“It’s dark, and the beach is cleared out. I bet no one’s around for miles.”

“Yeah.” Another slow breath in. “You’re probably right.”

“So you’re okay with it?” I shift myself on top of him, straddling his outstretched thighs.God, I want to touch him everywhere. He leans back, one hand propping himself up while the other finds its home around my hip. “You want this?”

“I wantyou.”

“Then have me,” I whisper as he drags me in for another earth-shattering kiss.

He’s quick to bury his tongue in my mouth, his hand squeezing and kneading against my hip. I sink down further, grinding into his rapidly growing erection, desire pooling low in my belly. I swear we both stop breathing.

I’m desperate to feel him slide inside of me right now, but there’s something else I want to do first.

My fingers make quick work of his zipper, tugging it down and shucking his pants off. I reach into his boxers and wrap one tight fist around him, pumping a few times as a soft groan rumbles from his throat.

His head drops back, the corded muscles of his neck flexing as he swallows. “Shit, that feels so fucking good.”

“Tell me what you want,” I say, one hand sliding underneath his T-shirt.

I push up against the fabric, hinting for him to help me remove it. When he does, I kiss a trail from his neck across his pecs and down to his waistband. His hand covers mine, squeezing it tighter against him.

“Yeah,yeah.” The affirmation tumbles out of him, followed by a combination of ungodly sounds that make my panties even wetter. “Just like that.”

“Is that good for you, baby?”

“So fucking perfect,” he says, pushing a thick thigh between the junction of my legs.

I rub myself against him, my sundress riding up and exposing my damp panties. I’m sure he can feel the wetness dripping against his bare leg, but I can’t bring myself to care at the moment. My hips swirl and grind as I work him over, desperation growing with every tiny twitch of his cock against my palm.

“What else?” I ask in a breathless pant.

“I want your mouth.Fuck, I want you to wrap those perfect, pouty lips around my cock.”

I nearly choke. “What?”

He stiffens beneath me, wide-eyed with apprehension. “Sorry, was that too much?”

“Not at all.” I blink up at him. “I’m just surprised.”

“I’ve, uh, I’ve been thinking about what to say while we’re together like this ... what words you might like.”

I practically come on the spot, my head, my heart, and my fucking vagina simultaneously combusting at the thought. “You have?”

“I just want it to be good for you,” he says softly.

My smile grows. He is so absurdly sexy, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Well, keep it up, champ, becausethatwas everything.”

He snorts out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Andyouare so hot.”

I shift myself off his thigh, shimmying until I’m perched between his legs. He works his boxers the rest of the way down as I move into the perfect position, his erection growing underneath my appreciative gaze. It doesn’t take much encouragement for my tongue to flick out, tasting him, running along the thick purply vein that curves around his length.

My lips encircle his thick tip, and I suck him partway into my mouth, softly at first, until I get the hang of it. I continue to lick and suck, spurred on by the sweet praises floating out of him.So perfect. So hot. I can’t wait to fuck you. At the sound of his rough, uncontrolled groan, I tilt my head, pushing down until I’m nearly choking.

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