Chapter Fourteen
He lowered her to the sand, laying her out carefully. It had been ages since they’d been in bathing suits together. She’d been little more than a kid the last time he’d seen her so scantily clad, and he’d been too young to understand the depth of his feelings for her.
Now he saw that her body was more magnificent than he could have imagined, her breasts full and perfectly formed, the dusky brown nipples barely visible through the lace of her bra. He let himself have the luxury of looking at her, allowed his eyes to travel to the tiny waist, the full hips that were made for his big hands. Her panties were wet, plastered to the mound at the top of her thighs. His pulse quickened as he remembered the walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers. Her legs were full at the top, narrowing to slender knees and calves, and he knew the skin on the inside of her thigh would be soft and fleshy when he raked it with his teeth. Her skin shimmered with droplets of water.
She lifted a hand. “Please.”
It was so polite, so Diana, to ask nicely when the fire raged in his body. When he thought he would be consumed by it if he didn’t bury himself inside her before another moment could pass.
He lowered himself next to her on the sand, pulled her into his arms. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he said, thinking of the sand.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, licked the salt from his lips. “The only thing that’s making me uncomfortable is the fact that you’re not inside me yet.”
She kissed him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth as she hooked a leg around one of his hips, pressing herself against him until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his engorged cock.
He rolled her gently under him, used one of his knees to spread her thighs while he kissed her. He wanted to know every inch of her body, and he started with her mouth, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, letting his mouth explore every corner of it, pulling back to lick her full lips. She bit his bottom lip, hard enough to give him a shock of pleasure-pain that shot right to the tip of his shaft.
“All this time you’ve been hiding a naughty side,” he murmured, moving his lips down her neck, licking his way to her collarbone.
“All this time you thought I was a good girl?” she asked.
He unhooked her bra, tossed it aside. “All this time I’ve known you were my girl.” It thrilled him to say it.
His. For now at least, she was his.
He lowered his head to her breast and captured the nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he sucked, working the insistent peak with his tongue while he fingered the other one with his free hand. The little bud rose quickly to a stiff peak, and he tugged at it gently with his teeth before lapping at it with his tongue, soothing it before he sucked and nibbled again.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, almost hard enough to hurt. It only made him bigger. Hotter. He released the nipple from his mouth and kissed his way down her stomach. It was flat but deliciously soft, and he dipped his tongue into the well of her naval, before making his way farther downward.
Kneeling between her legs, he took one slender calf in his hand and kissed his way from her ankle to the tender spot behind her knee. She lifted her head from the sand, watched him spread her open, his mouth moving up her thigh, kissing and nibbling at the delicate flesh inside her legs. The scent of her pussy hit him like a bolt of lightning.
Earthy. Sweet. Musky.
It set his blood boiling, causing another painful rush of need to his already about-to-explode cock. He distracted himself by lowering his head to look at the dewy wetness clinging to her folds, proof that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He ran a finger through them, upward toward her clit. Her sigh was like a summer breeze, rising up, mingling with the wind blowing in off the water. He wanted to hear that sigh again. Wanted to look in her eyes when she came for him.
When he poured himself into her.
He ran his tongue through the petals of her sex, resisting the urge to bury his face in her pussy. It was too soon for that, and he circled her clit with his tongue, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves until she moaned. Her hips rose off the sand to meet him, and he lay a hand flat on her belly, both to keep her still and because it was a form of possession. A way to make it clear that for now, at least, her body was his.
He slid his fingers inside her while increasing the pressure on her clit with his tongue and was rewarded with an increase in the juices lubricating his fingers. She moaned, moving her hips against him as he lapped at her clit, slid another finger inside her, moving them in and out in time to the rhythm of his tongue.
Her channel was tight, the muscles already clenching down on his fingers. He sucked at the little seed while he hooked his finger inside her, putting pressure on her G-spot.
“Oh, my god… Leo… I can’t…”
She was close. He could feel it in the way the walls of her pussy were tightening around him, the increase in wetness around his fingers, her swollen clit, the way she pressed her hips against his mouth.
“Please…” she gasped.
His cock was so hard it hurt, but he wouldn’t take her until she came against his mouth.
He wanted to taste her.
He buried his face deeper in her warm sweetness, covering her clit with the heat of his mouth while he plunged his fingers inside her, holding one against the secret spot that was slowly driving her mad.
She was moving against him hard and fast now, her hips fucking his fingers and his mouth, her body determined to take its own pleasure, her mind occupied only with release. He increased the speed of his tongue and fingers, letting the friction carry her to the abyss until she cried out, shuddering against his mouth, the creaminess of her come invading his tongue as he lapped her clean.
When she settled back into the sand, he rose on his knees and reached for his jeans, extracting a condom from the back pocket. She sat up, licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, sucking on his swollen head until he growled. He shoved her gently back onto the sand and rolled the condom on his rigid staff, then nestled the crown against the wetness of her opening.
He paused, looking down at her, at their almost joined bodies.
“What is it?” she asked, breathless.
“Nothing,” he said. “I just want to look at you.”
“Look at me all you want,” she said. “Just do it while you fuck me, please.”
He chuckled, his love for her welling inside him like a secret spring. How had he lied to himself — to her — about it for so long? The question didn’t linger. A moment later, he thrust inside her in one powerful movement, burying himself balls deep.
She cried out, lifting her hips to meet him. He didn’t move right away. Just closed his eyes against the exquisite pleasure of her heat all around him, the pressure of her pussy wrapping him in an intoxicating cocktail of warmth and comfort and safety and something like home.
She opened her legs wider, and he sunk deeper inside her. The subtle shift removed the last vestige of his self-control, and he dragged his cock out of her, then drove into her hard and fast, his head slamming again the top of her cervix as she screamed.
“Okay?” he asked, forcing himself not to repeat the motion until she answered. Forcing himself not to drive into her again and again until he exploded inside her.
She answered by grabbing his ass, pushing him harder and farther inside her. It was all the encouragement he needed, and he thrust inside her again and again, feeling his orgasm build at the center of his body even as her movements became more frantic.
He was desperate to come inside her. But he wasn’t ready for it to end.
He rolled her on top of him, his breath catching at the sight of her naked body straddling his in the moonlight. She moved on him without prompting, grinding her hips in a rhythm that was so sensual, the image alone almost sent him over the edge.
He grabbed her gloriously full ass, thrusting upward to meet her as her head fell back. Her breath was coming fast now, a flush spreading across her chest as she moved on him. He reached up, circled her clit with his thumb as he impaled her again and again on his cock.
Gasping, she rested her hands on his chest, leaned back a little so that his cock sank even more deeply inside her. He increased the pressure on her clit and felt her hips quicken, her body taking over as it reached for its promised climax.
“Look at me when you come, Diana.”
She opened her eyes, met his gaze. His whole world was in her eyes.
Past. Present. Future.
And then she was convulsing around his cock, the muscles of her pussy clenching hard around him as she came. It was the moment he’d been waiting for, and he let go, falling after her into the void, the orgasm ripping through him like an earthquake. It was like being suspended in space.
Weightless. Empty. Soundless.
He let himself drift. Let himself burn.
When he finally came back to himself, it was with the sweet weight of her body draped over his, her hair every which way, just the way he liked it. He wrapped his arms around her, slipping one hand into her hair, holding her close. She’d been his forever, he just hadn’t known it.
He kissed the top of her head, letting a fresh surge of rage flow though him at the thought of someone trying to hurt her. They would have to go through him, and he would do anything to see that she was safe.
Maim. Wound. Kill.
Anything.