Page 65 of Knot Your Sunshine
"You have me." He pulls back to look at me. "Have had me since we first met on the beach."
His fingers slide between my folds, confident and unhurried. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he strokes my clit in slow circles, each touch making the coil of heat inside me draw tighter. I grind shamelessly against his hand, desperate for more, my nails digging into his shoulders with every wave of pleasure.
"That's it," he encourages, voice rough. "Let me see you."
The orgasm takes me off guard, tearing his name from my lips. He kisses me through the shock of it, swallowing my cries until I’m left shaking. Still dazed, I reach for him, my hand closing around his cock. He hisses at the contact, his hips bucking hard into my grasp.
"Need you," I breathe, guiding him to where I'm still pulsing, still wanting.
"Look at me," he says. "I want to see you."
I meet his eyes as he settles over me and sinks in, slow and perfect. We both gasp at the sensation: the stretch of his cock, the fullness of his half-swollen knot, the sheer rightness of the act. He stills, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged against my lips.
"Mia," he groans. "You feel incredible."
I hook my legs around him, drawing him deeper, and he groans a curse against my skin. Our rhythm builds, steady as waves meeting shore. His grip anchors me, guiding every snap of his hips. Our breaths tangle, my cries rising higher, blending with the crash of the ocean beyond.
He changes the angle and my world bursts into sparks. “There,” I cry out, voice breaking. “Right there, please—don’t stop.”
He doesn't, thrusting into me as his thumb finds my clit, circling in sync with every drive of his hips. The dual sensation surges through me, building far too quickly to contain.
“Come for me,” he commands, his knot swelling tighter as I break apart, crying out while pleasure rips through me in wave after wave. He groans my name as he follows, muscles straining, pulsing inside me as his knot seals us together.
We lie tangled, breaths still uneven. The sun climbs higher, but the gazebo’s shade wraps around us like a cool haven. I draw idle patterns across his chest while his fingers drift through my hair.
I glance at the dome-covered mystery on the table. "So... did I earn the reveal of whatever's hiding under there?"
He follows my gaze and grins. "Definitely earned it. Though technically, you did skip the intermediate surfing portion to make out with the teacher."
"Me, skipping?" I prop myself up on an elbow, mock-offended. "Aren't you the one who decided to move on to an intensive session on advanced stance adjustments?"
His laugh rumbles through his chest. "A fair point."
"So what's my final grade?" I tease. "For the whole lesson?"
"A+ across the board." He catches my hand and kisses my fingers. "With a special commendation for enthusiasm."
We hold each other's gaze for a long moment, the air between us electric.
"Which means…" he finally says, sitting up and reaching for the dome covering. "You definitely earned the big reveal."
* * *
A platter of papaya and mango gleams, arranged like a work of art. Tiny guava pastries sit beside it and two tall glasses of iced coffee sweat in the heat.
"Breakfast?" I stare at the spread in amazement. "You brought breakfast?"
"Thought you might be hungry after our... lesson." His grin is wicked. "Made two trips before sunrise to set this up."
"You carried all this down here in the dark?" I chuckle. “Why not rope in a few of your employees?”
"The best things take personal effort." He picks up a slice of mango, holding it to my lips. "Try this."
I bite into it and juice immediately runs down my chin. The sweetness explodes on my tongue, making me moan.
"Good?" he growls, wiping the juice away with his thumb, then deliberately licking it clean.
My breath hitches. "Very."
