Page 78 of A Shore Fling
“Life is funny. No matter how much you try to plan it out or do the right thing, it doesn’t always go the way you want,” she says, striking a chord of familiarity with me.
“I had a similar conversation with Jordan a couple of weeks ago.”
She taps her head. “Great minds.”
“Age brings wisdom,” I add.
Her lips stretch with a grimace. “It better bring something more than achy joints and a slower metabolism.”
I nod, taking another sip of my coffee. “You don’t look like you’re suffering from either of those problems.”
She rolls her eyes, but I catch the pleased look that follows. “That’s kind of you to say.”
“I’m just being honest.” I lean back in my chair, studying her in the morning light streaming through her window. Her curls are wild from a combination of sex and sleep, and she’s wearing my t-shirt, which somehow makes her look even sexier than she did last night.Is she naked underneath?I’m suddenly overcome with a vision of her bent over the table as I take her from behind.
“Are you done eating?” I ask.
She sends me a questioning look. “I am.”
I stand and clear off the table, placing everything on the counter. Turning back toward Nina, I catch hold of her hand and tug her to her feet. She looks surprised at the unexpected move, and she gasps when I spin her around in front of me.
“Bend over for me.”
CHAPTER 21
NINA
Well, that was unexpected.I rest my forearms on the cool wood. His warm hands skim along my outer thighs, moving higher.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he murmurs, his voice husky.
I comply without hesitation, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the most delicious way. My heart races behind my ribcage as his fingers trace teasing patterns up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So sexy.” I may not be able to see the hunger in his eyes, but I hear it in his tone and feel it in the way he touches me.
The edge of the table presses against my hips, and my palms flex against the flat surface when I feel his hand brush against my most sensitive area. Then he’s touching me, his fingers exploring with deliberate slowness that makes my knees weak. I bite my lips to keep from crying out, but a soft moan escapes when his fingertips sweep over my clit.
“Goddamn, you feel incredible.” I hear the strain in his voice, like he’s struggling for control.
I push my ass back into him and whisper, “Please.”
Fabric rustles behind me before I feel the heat of his body pressing closer. He rubs the head of his cock back and forth against my entrance before he presses forward. He enters me in one long thrust, pausing when he’s buried to the hilt.
I fall forward, my torso flattening on the table as Travis starts to move. The angle is different like this, and I feel every thick inch of him stroking inside me. He begins slowly, each thrust deliberate and deep. I clench around him, gasping as his cock rubs that magical spot inside me. The table creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our heavy breathing and soft moans.
“You like this?” Travis growls out the question.
“Yes.” I barely manage to speak.
His hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh, as he pulls me back against him with each thrust.
“Travis,” I gasp.
“I know, baby. I feel you getting close.” One of his hands slides around, finding my clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.
Tension builds inside me, the familiar coil of heat tightening with each thrust. My legs shaking, I grip the edges of the table to anchor myself as pleasure overwhelms me. His grip on my hips tightens as his strokes become erratic, and then seconds later he follows me over the edge.
We stay like that, both of us fighting to catch our breath. With his chest pressed against my back, I feel his pounding heartbeat, and I know mine is just as accelerated.
