Page 51 of Her Greatest Adventure

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ADALYN

Cooper finds an enclosedarea a few feet down the beach. It’s a small rock face separating the main beach from a deserted section, not too far from everyone else but far enough the odds of someone stumbling over here and finding us are slim.

A full-body shudder moves through me as the idea of someone stumbling upon us doing whatever it is Cooper has planned sends me spiralling. My bikini bottoms are so damp I want to tear them off and throw them away. I’m goddamn needy, desperate beyond belief.

My knees go weak as he pins me against a smooth rock, cushioning the back of my head with his hand. The desire in his eyes makes the world around us disappear. It’s only him and me and the sexual tension between us that’s grown so strong I don’t stand a chance at fighting it. As if I would want to.

His breath is hot on my face as he moves even closer, naked chest against naked chest. “Do you want me to find somewhere else?”

“Fuck no. This is perfect.”

“You can’t be loud out here. You need to be quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”

At this point, I’m pretty sure I would agree to just about anything if it meant he would put me out of my misery and just touch me.

I grip his waist and pull, still not satisfied with how far apart we are. But maybe he isn’t either because he grabs me beneath my thighs and lifts me, pressing me into the rocks. He settles between my legs, and the pressure of his cock against my centre has my eyes rolling back, shocks of ecstasy rippling through me.

“If you don’t touch me, Cooper, I will be loud for an entirely different reason,” I warn, wrapping my thighs tight around his waist.

His eyelids droop over those pretty brown eyes of his as he glances between us, his lips parting on a deep, growly noise. I nearly scream when he drops his hand and brushes his thumb over my core, the touch featherlight.

“More,” I sigh, pushing my hips to try and get more pressure.

Slowly, he hooks his finger into the side of my bikini bottoms and moves them to the side, exposing me. I whimper, watching his finger move toward where I’m slick and ready for him.

He slides that finger over my slit a single time, groaning, “This is all for me?”

I nod furiously. “God yes. I told you it was.”

Approval flashes across his features. “Can I taste you, Adalyn? Can you be quiet enough for me to do that?”

Jesus Christ.Have mercy on me, please.

“Yes.”

My approval is all he needs to hear before he’s pushing me up the rock wall and dropping to his knees. He sets my legs on his shoulders, and I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it to hold myself steady.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss when he cups my ass in his hands and squeezes, using his hold to pull me so close my pussy is just a breath away from his mouth.

“I won’t fuck you, but there are so many other things I can do to you that don’t involve my cock. All of which I plan on being very, very thorough with.”

My fingers curl in his hair. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He grins up at me from between my legs before leaning forward and dragging his tongue up my wet flesh. I tear one hand out of his hair and slam it on the rock wall as I bury my teeth in my lip to stifle my scream.

My thighs quiver when he covers me with his mouth and slowly circles his tongue around my clit, drawing noises from me that I never knew existed. Waves upon waves of pleasure unravel me at the seams faster than I can keep myself together.

“Quiet,” he orders, digging his fingertips into my ass cheek.

I bang my head back against the rock wall, but the small bite of pain does nothing to subdue the pure bliss. “That’s easy for you to say. You try having to be quiet with your cock down my throat.”

“I guarantee I could be quieter,” he rasps before sucking my clit between his lips.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fire building in my belly. “Want to bet on that, old man?”

A finger slipping inside of me has my eyes flaring open. Cooper’s brow is arched in a silent dare as he sinks that finger deep, stretching me.

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