Page 80 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
We were in a dense copse of trees, and I plastered myself to Duke’s back to avoid anything icky touching me. When we pushed through the tree line, white sand and blue ocean welcomed us, rewarding us for the effort it took to get here.
“Oh, wow.” I came around to stand next to Duke and stare at the beauty that unfolded before us.
“I knew you would like it.” He wrapped his arm around me to pull me close. I snuggled into his embrace, basking in the warm weight of him against me.
“Arrogant prick.” We shook with his laughter. The water lapped at the sand, beckoning us in, and I shed everything but my suit before running to greet the cool water. “Coming?” I asked, turning back to him as the wave crashed against my calves.
Duke muttered something that sounded like “trying not to” before setting down his own load, stripping off all his clothing, and jogging toward me.
“I feel overdressed,” I said when he reached me. I’d worn the skimpiest bikini I had. It took time to remember where I shoved it after purchasing it on a whim and a dream of a time when I could wear it for someone special.
“You mean perfectly dressed?” He fingered the scalloped edge of the top, tracing it down the deep plunge, grazing the inside edge of my breast as he went. Shivers rocked through me at the light touch.
The cream lace bikini had a nude lining that perfectly matched my skin tone, giving the illusion that I wore nothing but scraps of lace.
My body heated at the compliments and attention, but I tried to rein it in. If we started now, I wouldn’t get in the water at all.
“Did you put sunblock on?” Duke asked in a low, raspy voice rocked through me.
His hands grazed my skin in long, silky motions, tempting me to lie. I could bare myself to him and let him massage every inch of me until all I knew was pleasure and his name.
His dark, hooded eyes watched me as he continued to play with the edge of my bikini. Water gently lapped at our feet, and nothing but the two of us existed.
“Catch me.” I said, my voice breathy and strained. I turned and ran into the ocean, the sun at my back, and a breeze rustling my hair.
I turned to track Duke and found him staring at me, cock hard, his eyes intense as they followed my every move.
When the water reached my knees, I dove in and flipped around so he could watch me emerge from the water. I hoped I looked like a swimsuit model and not an uncoordinated penguin.
When I came up, flipping my hair, he had disappeared. I turned everywhere, trying to get a glimpse of him. My heart rate picked up and my brain shifted gears, preparing to be hunted by him.
Before Duke, I never would have imagined that sex couldinclude this. I never quite believed the books I read with chase scenes, thinking that primal play firmly belonged in the Nice to Think About but Not Real category.
As I scanned the water, looking for Duke, I wondered if other things I read about and dismissed were pleasurable as well. I think I needed to reevaluate my list. Maybe exhibitionism would be thrilling and not embarrassing. I thought about Duke sliding his hand up my skirt while we ate dinner at a restaurant. He would find me wet for him, and I’d have to take a bit of food just to muffle the moan of him sliding his finger along my pussy.
I had been caught in my fantasy and jumped when something brushed along my leg. I turned on the spot, looking for his shadow under the waves. He couldn’t possibly hold his breath this long.
Despite the relatively clear water, I didn’t see him anywhere. What the hell? How could he just disappear?
I waded closer to shore, keeping an eye on the tree line. Maybe he hid behind a tree, trying to lure me out of the water.
I still hadn’t found him by the time I reached shore, barely far enough in that the waves still brushed my feet. Just as worry replaced excitement, an arm came around my waist, gentle and familiar.
“Caught you,” he whispered in my ear, taking it into his mouth to nibble.
“No fair. I didn’t even get to run away.” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he flexed his arm, turning it into an iron bar around my middle.
“Are you sure you want to run away?” He traced the column of my throat with his hand while grinding his hard cock into my ass.
“No,” I said without thinking. This wasn’t going how Iplanned at all. I had no control here, and the thought drug a whimper out of me.
“Good girl,” he purred in my ear and then nibbled along me until he bit down on the sensitive spot right where my shoulders met my neck.
The hand he had been using to trace my skin wrapped around my neck. He didn’t apply pressure, but the weight of it made me squirm. A warning and a promise.
“Please,” I begged. Not sure what I wanted, but knowing that I needed more. I arched back into him, baring my neck to him in supplication and submission. He squeezed, just enough to remind me he held all the control. My pussy pulsed in response.
“Tell me what you need, Lily,” he said. A bird sang overhead, and the waves lapped at our feet, but I craved the taste of him and wondered what it would feel like to sink to my knees in the sand and take him into my mouth.
