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Our tongues move together in perfect unison, as though they’ve always danced together. An unrelenting need throbs inside me. I want this. I want him. I want to be wanted like this. Worshipped like this. Adored the way he adores me. Even if it is just for this one night. Even if things are so complicated in the real world that we never see each other again. I know deep in my bones that one night with him would be better than ten thousand nights with anyone else.
His hands float down my back and onto my bottom and just when I’m ready to start begging, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as if they’ve always known they were meant to be around this waist. His hard length presses against my wet core and I wiggle my hips, inviting him inside.
He doesn’t take me up on the offer though. Instead, he pulls back and looks at me. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve literally never been more sure of anything in my life,” I say, planting a hard kiss on him. My voice is raspy, my breathing ragged. “I want you, Ty. I want you now.”
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, nipping my bottom lip. “Don’t forget, I’ve got something to prove.”
I kiss him hard, desperation taking over. “You mean that thing about me being the sexiest woman? That’s okay. I believe you. Let’s do this.”
He laughs, a full, deep sound that I feel inside. “Patience, Ms. Fox. We’ve got all night.”
“What if we don’t?” I ask. “What if a rescue boat shows up in like … five minutes? I say we just do this right fucking now, just in case.”
I wiggle my hips insistently, lining up the tip of his smooth, perfect cock with the place I want to feel it most. “Ahhh, yes,” I whisper, feeling him up against my clit.
“I want to taste you first,” he says, carrying me to the tent while we kiss some more.
He sets me down onto the sand and instead of crawling inside, I yank the sleeping bag out and spread it out. “We’re going to need a lot more room for this,” I tell him.
Laying down on my back, I watch as he lowers himself over me, the power of him evident in each flexing muscle. I grip his taut ass, trying to pull him to me, but he resists, giving me a long, deep, slow kiss before he works his way down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along my skin, awakening every nerve ending.
“God, you’re perfect.” He spreads my legs with his hands, then gently kisses and licks me, his tongue finding its way inside and doing all sorts of things I didn’t know I wanted. I wriggle and writhe under him, the tension building in me, tightening until I can’t hold out. Clutching the sleeping bag with both hands, I lift my hips off the ground, gasping and shaking with the sudden force of my release. “Yes,” I call out as he gives me the most intense pleasure of my life. “Right there. Yes.”
He stays there until I stop bucking and moving against his mouth, then slowly, carefully, makes his way back up, planting sweet kisses of adoration all over my body. This isn’t just a guy wanting to get some. He isn’t some selfish bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself. This is a man who wants to give me pleasure. It’s there in every brush of his fingertips, in every kiss, in every groan and every sigh.
I want to stay right here forever, letting him do what he’s doing to me. I don’t ever want him to stop. I don’t ever need to eat again or drink. I just need this.
He captures my mouth with his, and I can taste myself on his lips, taste the pleasure he just gave me. It was full and complete and perfect, and somehow left me wanting more. Because I haven’t had him yet. And I need that like I need air.
26
Pillow Talk and Proof of Love…
Ty
I have never been so turned on in my life as I am right now. I’ve been riding the edge of losing control since our first kiss. She’s perfection itself. She’s everything. She’s letting me take control and take my time and do all the things she deserves. And I intend to show her how incredible she really is and how she should be treated. I may not be able to offer her more than tonight, but I want her to walk away from this with a confidence that will stay with her forever. If I believed in love, I would say this was it. But it’s not. It’s just two people wanting each other.
Very badly.
She lifts her hand to the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair as she kisses my neck. Somehow she finds an undiscovered spot right behind my ear that drives me wild. I let out a groan that comes from deep within me, pressing myself against her, trying to hold myself back. Her skin is silk against mine, her scent, the world’s most seductive perfume, her gaze, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Tilting her hips, she opens herself to me, whispering, “I want you now, Ty.”
I slide inside her, feeling her tight, wet warmth surrounding my cock, taking it all. She moans, the sound of it nearly undoing me, but I manage to put the brakes on, moving slowly, carefully, feeling her body respond with each movement. The tension between us builds until it’s almost more than either of us can take. Smiling down at her, I say, “You’re perfect, Gwen.” What I mean is she’s my perfect Gwen, but I can hardly put that thought out into the world.
She grins up at me. “Oh, you talk a good game.”
“I mean it.” I kiss her hard on the mouth as I thrust into her. “You’re perfect. Just like this.”
When I pull back, I look down to see her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and I know she’s ready. The sight of it is enough to tip me over the edge. She arches her back, bringing me in deeper and we both let ourselves succumb to the frenzied euphoria that has been growing with each passing second since we met.
“Yes, right there,” she pants. “Just like that.”
I give her exactly what she asked for, my movements more forceful, faster, harder as we build to the climax we’ve both been needing. She tightens around me, drawing out a release like I’ve never felt before—something wild and so powerful I feel it in every cell of my body. We both groan with abandon, allowing ourselves to give in to this perfect moment with no care of anyone hearing or anyone knowing. “Gwen.”
“I can feel you coming,” she gasps, writhing under me, drawing out my orgasm. “Oh God, Ty, yes, yes, yes!”
