Page 29 of Strawberry Moon
“Very,” I say firmly. I grab his T-shirt and tug him towards me until our faces are close. “I want you to fuck me.”
His mouth is on mine almost before I can finish my sentence, and I groan as his tongue tangles with mine and his big hands hold my head. When he pulls away, I follow him, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Into the hut.”
“Thehut?” I can’t help my scandalised tone. “Won’t your parents mind?”
“Well, we won’t be telling them.”
I snort and he grins at me, but his eyes are cloudy with want. “I need you,” he says. “And I don’t fancy taking the time to get back to the house.”
I follow him into the hut, watching as he shuts the door and locks it. The turn of the key makes me feel hot all over.
“We have to be very quiet,” he warns. “These wood walls are thin, and there are other people on the beach.”
I tsk. “I’m notterriblygood at being quiet.” I consider that and then brighten. “You’ll just have to put your hand over my mouth to shut me up.”
“Where have youbeenall my life?” I laugh and he winces. “You weren’t born for a portion of it.”
I need to distract him from that subject, pronto. “I probably won’t be able to walk home afterwards,” I say in a coy voice.
He grins. “That’s fine. We’ll get a taxi.”
I put my hand up as he comes towards me. “I’m sorry. Did you just say a taxi?”
He bites his lips, looking merry and mischievous. “Didn’t I mention there’s a road at the other end of the beach?”
“You mean we could havedrivenhere?” My voice has gone rather loud.
He hushes me, his eyes dancing. “Ma believes in exercise.”
“Well, I believe we should all stop listening to her, unless it’s to embrace the theory she told me earlier about always finishing a bottle of wine so the grapes won’t be sad.”
“I think we should stop talking,” he mutters and in two steps he’s on me, pulling me into his arms and taking my mouth with a groan.
We kiss wildly, hands roaming and exploring new territory. I learn that his chest hair is soft against my fingertips and that a kiss on his neck will make him shudder and lean into my lips. He’s bigger than me, and he’s commanding but so gentle. It turns me on like nothing I’ve ever felt before. As he strips off myclothes, he guides me with firm gestures, his hands gentle, the expression in his eyes reverent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his hand down my torso. Unlike him, I don’t have any hair. “Your skin’s like silk here,” he says as his fingers trace my ribs, making me shudder. He reaches the band of my shorts and looks up. “Yes?”
“So many yeses,” I say forcefully. “Allof them.”
I pull him down to demand a kiss, sucking on his tongue as he divests me of the shorts. They fall to the floor, and I grumble as he pulls away.
“No, I want to see you,” he whispers. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
I’m actually very ordinary, so I kiss him again before he can realise his mistake.
He takes over with that hot air of command, licking over my bottom lip before sucking on it and then sliding his tongue into my mouth. Together, we strip him of his clothes, and now it’s my turn to do the admiring.
He takes my breath away. He’s slim with broad shoulders and long muscled legs. His chest has the perfect amount of hair—just enough to tickle my fancy, but not enough to strip away the outer layer of my epidermis like a giant Brillo pad. His nipples are a dusky red, but my eyes are drawn to his cock. He’s big and hard, the head wet with precome and arching up to his belly button.
I gulp as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, and my cock registers approval by straining towards his mouth. Then I groan as he stretches up and licks my nipple. This has always been a good spot for me, and I jerk as if I’ve had an electric shock when he bites it gently.
I clutch his head to me. “More,” I demand.
He offers me a wild-looking grin before taking my nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it and then pulls back to nibble.
“That’s so good,” I moan loudly, goosebumps washing across my skin.
