I take my sweet time with Kennedy.

From the first stroke of my tongue, she’s mine in a way that she hasn’t quite been since that moment in the alcove. And I’m hers. The taste of her sweetness in my mouth has me so hard it verges on painful, so ready to take her that it’s a mini-crisis in my mind—stop licking her, making her moan my name over and over as she arches her back against the lounger, or keep doing this until she comes into my mouth?

I opt for door number two.

It doesn’t take Kennedy long before her hands are scrambling to grab onto the surface of the lounger, fingers curling into fists along with her toes. She keeps trying to spread her legs wider, but every lick makes her shudder and shake, her muscles working to close her knees. I let her struggle, deliciously, wetness gushing from her pussy, for just long enough before I wrap my arms around her knees and hold her open.

She gasps, her legs pressing uselessly against my grip, trembling underneath my hands, and it’s the sweetest, dirtiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Gideon...”

I pick my head up. “Yes, pretty thing?”

She reaches down and presses my head back between her legs, struggling to get the words out. “No, please. Please don’t stop.”

I stop, and she lets out a frustrated groan, legs pressing against my hold on her. “Are you close?”

“Yes!” Her cry echoes out over the waves.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll get you there.”

I delve into her sweetness again, lapping up another wave of her juices, adding pressure, entering her with the tip of my tongue. She’s slick and sweet and hot, and she pulses around my tongue, on the verge...

Then Kennedy’s hands are in my hair, pressing my face closer, and she cries out as she loses control of her hips. They buck against my arms. She’s barely able to move, but all the energy she releases goes straight into my arms, straight into my body.

Before she comes down, I let go of her legs and climb over her on the lounger, wiping my mouth with one sleeve before I tear the shirt off and drop it down alongside the lounger, my shorts following. The night air against my cock makes it pulse and jump, but I’m not about to dive in before she’s begging for it. I drag my mouth along the side of her neck. Kennedy turns her head, eyelids fluttering, and lets out another long, needy moan.

I keep going down, down until I meet the curve of her breasts, swirling my tongue around one nipple, then the other. Her nipples are already pebbles in the open air, and she gasps when I suck each one into my mouth, cupping one breast in my hand. Underneath me she spreads her legs, reaching one hand down like I haven’t given her a powerful orgasm a moment ago.

One glance and I see her fingers have found her clit, and she’s rubbing little circles against the swollen bud, spreading herself even wider.

It’s so hot I almost lose it right then.

“That’s it, pretty thing,” I growl into her ear. “Make yourself come for me.”

I can’t believe she’s willing to do this, and it fills me with a kind of possessive warmth that makes me want to keep her right by my side for the rest of my days. Kennedy gives herself over to me, rubbing at her clit as I work my way over her nipples again, then reach down to slide three of my fingers inside her channel. 

Every one of her muscles is clenching in rhythm with her own fingers, and I fuck her with mine. She sucks in a breath and opens her eyes. Our gazes lock. “That’s it,” I tell her. “Look at me.” She starts to close her eyes again, but I reach up with my other hand and take her by her jaw, holding on firmly, but not gripping. “Look at me while you come.”

Her mouth opens in an o, her eyes wide and burning into mine, and then she rubs harder, her hips lifting from the surface of the lounger as she comes again, her juices soaking my fingers, her pussy tightening around them over and over again.

I release her jaw, and Kennedy lifts her fingers to my mouth. I take each one of them in, licking around them, and by the time I’ve finished, she’s recovered.

I’m in awe.

Kennedy turns on the lounger, going to all fours, and bends her head toward the surface, arching her back. I run my hands down the smooth expanse of her back, hooking my grip on her hips, and that’s when the begging begins.

“Please, Gideon. I need you. I need you so badly. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

She rocks her hips back toward me, and I’m consumed with the sound of her voice, lost in the sight of her, ass in the air, breasts swaying down beneath her, hair a tangled mess. She’s mine, I think. I want her to be mine forever.

“No more waiting.” On the last word out of my mouth, I line up the head of my cock with her slick opening and take her, the length of me thrusting inside with only the resistance of her tightness. She moans as I stretch her, taking up every last bit of space within her, and she braces against the lounger with a moan that turns into a cry of pure pleasure.

I stay inside her for a heartbeat, letting her feel me there, and then I pull back.

She’s mine.

She’s mine, mine, mine, and I never want anyone else. I never want this to end.

I pound back inside and she gasps, pressing back into me, forcing me to go even deeper, even as she drops her head to the surface of the lounger, holding on tight.

I fuck her as hard as I ever have, and she takes it, her pussy pulsing around me with every single stroke, drawing me in, drawing me onward and upward and careening toward the edge of an orgasm I can’t head off, even if I want this to last all night. I can’t stop it from barreling toward me and I can’t stop it from running into me like a freight train.

I come so hard that I lose control of my grip, yanking Kennedy back onto my cock at the last moment, holding her in place as she starts to come for a third time, quaking around me.

It takes a long time to break away from her, and when I do, we both tumble to the surface of the lounger, looking up at the sky. The stars are brilliant, and I listen to her breathing settle and slow, satisfied for the moment.

“Gideon?” Her voice is quiet. I take her hand. “I love you.”