Page 49 of His Hawaiian Heart
We no longer had to shout to be heard over the din of the falls. I released my hold and slipped off his back. He waited until I swam up beside him. “Thank you. This is… otherworldly.”
“That’s exactly it,” he said with a smile.
We swam side by side, and I saw something solid appear beneath the surface. “Is that a rock?”
“It’s a ledge,” Sam confirmed and when we reached it, I discovered it was an extension of the cave wall. At least a goodtwo feet wide, its surface was worn smooth by the passage of water over it for untold millennia.
Planting his palms on the ledge, Sam pushed himself up, turning and sitting on it as if dropping onto a couch in his living room. Reaching down, he offered me a hand and when mine was wrapped securely in his, he pulled me out of the water and onto his lap.
“How did you know this place even existed?” I asked
“My island, remember? I think I’ve gone swimming in every pool deep enough to submerge into. As Kekoa reminded me this morning, we were swimming before we could walk.”
“Kekoa?”
“My brother,” he said and then smiled. “Not by blood, perhaps, but my brother all the same. He’s a great guy and I honestly couldn’t and wouldn’t even want to attempt to try to run the ranch and the rest of the family’s interests without him.”
“I’m glad you found each other then.” I bent to press a kiss to his lips. “Some of the best family aren’t those born into it but are the ones who become members by choice. I’m sure he feels the same way about you.”
“He does and you’re right.” Sam chuckled. “In fact, he threatened to rat me out to Tutu Harriett—Tutu is Hawaiian for grandmother—if I didn’t bring you around to meet him.”
“That is actually quite adorable.”
“He also threatened that if I didn’t, he was going to come and find my doctor himself.”
I laughed. “Yep, you two are definitely brothers. And, for the record, I’d love to meet him.”
“Good because I promised we’d take him surfing soon, and Grammy is insisting I bring you for dinner as well.”
“I’d like that very much.”
“But not today.”
His voice changed so slightly that I knew most people wouldn’t notice, but I did and so did my body. My nipples began to ache to be touched and my clit started to throb. I reached down to find his cock, smiling as it grew from semi-hard to fully erect within my hold. “Sir, do you think we might postpone the act of the female devouring her mate until it doesn’t involve snorkeling?”
Sam threw back his head and laughed, the sound bouncing off the slick walls to echo around the cavern. “God, you are just too fucking cute. Snorkeling?”
“As in not inhaling water while also attempting to swallow your lovely cock, Sir.”
His cock jerked in my hand even as he continued to chuckle. I had to laugh just because he was doing so with such freedom. When we both got ourselves under control, I said, “So is that a yes?”
He stroked my hair back and ran his thumbs over my lips. His smile remained, but his mouth curled in a sexy, teasing manner and his eyes darkened just a shade. “Sure, babygirl, but just so you’re aware, you’ve been consuming me bit by bit every time I’m with you.”
I ran my fingers across his chest. “Funny, I could say the same about all that nibbling and biting you’ve been doing.”
“Would you prefer I stop?”
“You do and you won’t have to worry about Kekoa ratting you out to Grammy, I’ll be doing that myself!”
His entire face lit up as if the sun had pierced the veil of water and when he lifted me, my hand guided his cock into my body—exactly where it should be. And when his teeth closed around my nipple, he moved deeper into my heart.
Every time he sucked, my pussy clenched around his shaft. I gripped his shoulders with my fingers and lifted myself. His growl was feral and filled me with a sense of empowermentalong with a feeling of belonging, of being claimed. The combination of emotions was more intense than anything I could ever have imagined.
“Shhh,” I soothed, running one hand down his chest to lay over his heart. At the same time, I shifted my feet so that instead of sitting on his lap, I was crouching, now free to move up and down. Once I demonstrated my intent by rising until just the tip of his cock remained inside and then sinking down, taking him deeper than possible in the first position, his groan served as his stamp of approval. I continued to raise and lower, one hand remaining on his shoulder, the other now moving to where his nipple protruded. I couldn’t nibble the tight bud, but I could circle and flick it. Testing him, I even gave it a little pull, but when his hand smacked my ass the next time I rose out of the water, I decided that might not be my best move.
“That stung. A simple no, thank you, would have sufficed,” I teased as I dropped back down.
“Babygirl, you’ve not yet learned the meaning of being stung,” he said, his spanking hand returning to my waist.
