Page 50 of One Night in Hawaii

Before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me on the soft sheets, he removed the rest of his clothes that were in our way. He kissed down my throat and over my breasts. He tugged at one nipple with his teeth. His mouth slid lower with his hands stretching up to grab my breasts. I gasped, my back arching as he kissed down lower. His tongue found my clit and swirled around it as my hips bucked against his face. He sucked gently on my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. I was already so close.

“I’m almost there,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He slowed his lips and slipped two fingers inside me. I let out a soft moan as my orgasm took over. My body convulsed over and over as the ecstasy held me tight in its grip.

“Oh my,” I murmured as he kissed his way back up my body. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” He kissed the inside of my arm and over my breasts.

“Make me come so hard.”

He rose above me before getting off the bed and going to his suitcase sitting on the dresser. “Because I know what you like,” he answered.

He ripped open a box of condoms and quickly put one on. He grinned when I questioned him with my eyes. “I’m not going to say I’m an optimistic person, but I was hopeful there would be a chance for us. I wanted to be prepared.”

I extended my hand, beckoning him to come back to bed. He crawled over me, supporting his weight with his arms as he looked into my eyes. I smiled up at him feeling no hesitance at all. I wanted him and that was all that mattered.

“I want you,” I said. “Please, don’t stop.”

“There’s no stopping this now,” he murmured.

He leaned down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. He ran his hands down my sides and slid under me, cupping my ass and lifting me to him. I groaned when he pressed his hard cock between my legs, sliding it against my wet pussy. I moaned without trying to hide my pleasure. I deepened the kiss and pulled at his shoulders to pull him against me. I wanted to feel his weight against my body. He thrust his hips, sliding his cock against me.

“I am almost afraid to have you,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I know I am never going to stop wanting you,” he whispered against my lips. “I know I’ll never get enough of you. You are the kind of woman that a man gets addicted to.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked with a smile.

“If it’s bad, then I don’t want to be good,” he whispered.

His hand slid between us, and he pressed his thumb against my clit. He continued to thrust his hips, and I felt the urgency take over. I moaned as his lips traced my jawline and ear. I inhaled a shuddering breath and dug my nails into his back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “I’m so hard and turned on. I feel out of control. I want to ravish you.”

“I love it. I love how you make me feel.”

He groaned against my neck and bit gently. I smiled against his lips and pulled him into a kiss. I heard his breath hitch. He reached between us and guided the head of his cock to my opening.

His gaze met mine. We both held our breath as he slipped the tip inside me. I gasped and he held still for a moment. He groaned and grunted as he slid the rest of him inside of me. My body stretched to accommodate him. I moaned as he buried his head in my neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered.

He pulled out of me and then slid back in, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I buried my hands in his hair and held on. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me to him, thrusting deeper into me. I moaned as his cock filled me, and I felt his fingers digging into my hips.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. I moaned as he continued to thrust into me. I tightened around him, and he let out a moan.

“I’m going to come,” I said softly.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

I cried out as he increased his tempo, his cock hitting my deepest spots and drawing my orgasm from me. He moaned against my neck before sucking my flesh between his teeth and tugging. His breath hitched and he started to move faster. His thrusts became erratic as he chased his orgasm. He moved one hand from my hair and tugged on my nipple, sending shocks of electricity through my body. I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. He groaned and buried his face in my neck. I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he let go of the release that had been building for days. I smiled against his skin as he came, his cock filling me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He laid his head on my shoulder, and I held him as we both tried to catch our breath.

“I knew it,” he said.

“What was that?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m addicted.”

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